LaLaLand: A Vignette
First Draft
LaLaLand. The place I've lived in for a long time. My home, my escape from a boring and painful reality. It's where I go to hang out with the friends I met there. My favorite place on earth, even though it's not on earth. It's a state of mind. Not like Kentucky, which is just a state. LaLaLand is full of craziness that comes in full-on color with no scientific explanation. LaLaLand is whatever we, the residents, say it is. It's where you go when you're hyper, or sometimes when you're just having a good time. It's where you go to have daydreams, night-dreams, fantasies. It's where you go when you're in love.
The real world is a black-and-white place full of conformity. Bombs and science. There's none of that in LaLaLand, unless you want there to be, but I doubt that because none of the residents I know are into that kind of thing. Tree-hugging hippies who believe in peace and unicorns, that's their place. They study the science of love and harmony, not of the latest model of the atom which is probably all wrong. They wear tie-dyed shirts as bright as their outlook on life. I wear a shirt like that in spirit- the spirit of LaLaLand.
When my life is fading to gray, that is when I make the escape to my home. That is when I get hyper and bounce up, up, up through the clouds, to lie under the violet sky, to drink the chocolate and coconut rain and party with the lemmings 24/7.
Final Draft
LaLaLand. The place I’ve lived in for a long time. My home, my escape from a boring and painful reality. The place I met most of my friends, and where I go to hang out with them. My favorite place on earth, even though it’s not on earth. It’s a state of mind. Not like Kentucky, which is just a state. LaLaLand is resplendent with craziness that comes in full-on color with no scientific explanation. LaLaLand is whatever we, the residents, say it is. It’s where you go when you’re so hyper that the ground can’t hold you down anymore, or sometimes when you’re just soaking up life’s little pleasures. It’s where you go to have daydreams, night-dreams, fantasies. It’s where you go when you’re in love.
The real world is a black-and-white place full of conformity. Bombs and science. There’s none of that in LaLaLand, unless you want there to be, but those who would have never found their way there. Tree-hugging hippies who believe in peace and unicorns, that’s their place. They study the science of love and harmony, not of the latest model of the atom which is probably all wrong anyway. They wear tie-dyed shirts as bright as their outlook on life. I wear a shirt like that in spirit- the spirit of LaLaLand.
When my life is fading to gray, that is when I disappear from it, into the land I call home. That is when I leave my mind behind and bounce up, up, up through the clouds, to lie under the violet sky, to drink the chocolate and coconut rain and party with the lemmings 24/7.
LaLaLand. The place I've lived in for a long time. My home, my escape from a boring and painful reality. It's where I go to hang out with the friends I met there. My favorite place on earth, even though it's not on earth. It's a state of mind. Not like Kentucky, which is just a state. LaLaLand is full of craziness that comes in full-on color with no scientific explanation. LaLaLand is whatever we, the residents, say it is. It's where you go when you're hyper, or sometimes when you're just having a good time. It's where you go to have daydreams, night-dreams, fantasies. It's where you go when you're in love.
The real world is a black-and-white place full of conformity. Bombs and science. There's none of that in LaLaLand, unless you want there to be, but I doubt that because none of the residents I know are into that kind of thing. Tree-hugging hippies who believe in peace and unicorns, that's their place. They study the science of love and harmony, not of the latest model of the atom which is probably all wrong. They wear tie-dyed shirts as bright as their outlook on life. I wear a shirt like that in spirit- the spirit of LaLaLand.
When my life is fading to gray, that is when I make the escape to my home. That is when I get hyper and bounce up, up, up through the clouds, to lie under the violet sky, to drink the chocolate and coconut rain and party with the lemmings 24/7.
Final Draft
LaLaLand. The place I’ve lived in for a long time. My home, my escape from a boring and painful reality. The place I met most of my friends, and where I go to hang out with them. My favorite place on earth, even though it’s not on earth. It’s a state of mind. Not like Kentucky, which is just a state. LaLaLand is resplendent with craziness that comes in full-on color with no scientific explanation. LaLaLand is whatever we, the residents, say it is. It’s where you go when you’re so hyper that the ground can’t hold you down anymore, or sometimes when you’re just soaking up life’s little pleasures. It’s where you go to have daydreams, night-dreams, fantasies. It’s where you go when you’re in love.
The real world is a black-and-white place full of conformity. Bombs and science. There’s none of that in LaLaLand, unless you want there to be, but those who would have never found their way there. Tree-hugging hippies who believe in peace and unicorns, that’s their place. They study the science of love and harmony, not of the latest model of the atom which is probably all wrong anyway. They wear tie-dyed shirts as bright as their outlook on life. I wear a shirt like that in spirit- the spirit of LaLaLand.
When my life is fading to gray, that is when I disappear from it, into the land I call home. That is when I leave my mind behind and bounce up, up, up through the clouds, to lie under the violet sky, to drink the chocolate and coconut rain and party with the lemmings 24/7.
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