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Did I stare too much at palm trees in Coachella valley shooting up to the stars? I guess maybe. Whole CA Palm trees are magic. Weekend 1 2025, third Coachella in a row, Sunday had my feeling altered.
A stage - Quasar. Day was fourteenth of the fourth month of the year two thousand and twenty five. Sunset was golden, so were the dancers.
Polo fields so large under the desert sun, but the feeling of not missing a high beat overwhelms even the tiniest of the pores of your soul.
Some erewhon snack over the green grass of Echo Park Lake. Coconuts are for smoother highs.
A trunk of my Jeep Sahara at the camping. All the memorabilia you see: Fiorucci shirt, Visvim cap, Mexican lollipops, ipad pouch and my dads old Versace shirt. These lollipops defined weekend’s taste.
It all started in Ktown in LA with view over Hollywood hills. Then a day long California drive through Santa Monica mountains, being high and ocean drive and malibu. It all hits so godly.