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They can look like mysterious, beautiful, purple-eyed girls.” -Francesca Lia Block “What do angels look like?” asked Witch Baby.

Sometimes I see angels in the people I love,” said Weetzie. “Why is this place called Los Angeles? There aren’t any angels,” Witch baby asked. I don’t know about happily ever after, but I know about happily. We can choose to plug into the love current instead. You can’t see hear, touch, or taste them, but you know there are there, like a current in the air. We can’t be anywhere except together.” -Francesca Lia Blockīut love and disease are both like electricity. “What sexual preference do you hope she has?” Happiness. A kiss about the spotlights fanning the sky and the swollen sea selling like tears all over your legs.

A kiss about palm tress speeding by, trailing pink clouds when you drive down the Strip sizzling with champagne. A kiss about chocolate, when you haven’t eaten chocolate in a year. A kiss about apple pie a la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat. Besides one of your world leaders would screw it up immediately.” -Francesca Lia Block Okay I wish for world peace,” Weetzie said. “Really I don’t see what is so amusing,” the genie sniffed. “I am the genie of the lamp, and I am here to grant you three wishes.” Weetzie began to laugh maybe a little hysterically. Francesca Lia Block, Dangerous AngelsĪny love that is love is right. Let’s not be afraid – let’s not be afraid of anything that can’t really hurt us.