Morgan, a spunky man with tears on his fingers, and Shawn, who sways as bamboo and thought Mars was under Indiana, in November of 2013 they decided to complete a book of poetic reflections upon their previous year, unknowing their next three years they'd repeat this each January 1.
A collection of the early years from what became The Annals of Los Angeles:
Frank Zappa & Barry Manilow (2014)
the name of this book is untitled but that's a bit of a lie (2015)
Eudaimonia (2016)

The second year Morgan and Shawn explore human dimensions of life within the city of Los Angeles, writing themselves into poetry.
Morgan and Shawn use words to heal themselves as writers tend to. Another way to say it is this is exactly the same as a Wall Street book on the topic of internal stock prices, what.
Example:
Beautiful men and women will rain down on shimmering parties
tonight
Drinking and laughing on credit
Which will be collected in the morning

The third year Morgan and Shawn map their emotional selves within the neon city of Los Angeles.
How have they changed? What a question How are they experienced and how are they innocent -- they often wonder this too. There is both their realities and their imaginations. Imagine reading this poetry book. Imagine what you want to and anyway do you like pretzels, just wondering.
Example:
I'm tensed up from the cold in two jackets
alarmed by my unconscious tensing
I need to mellow out
This is one of my problems
The weed helps
Sometimes

The first batch of internal mysteries shared by Morgan and Shawn, who converted their year behind them into poetry. The initial stated purpose was to begin a year having written a poetry book by day one.
Set in the reality at the edges of their dreams from Los Angeles. Their dreams are in their heads, their poems are in their words, the people are on the street. At least twenty more topics are also mentioned, including pyramids.
Example:
when other-dimensional guests visit
to learn about humans
i won't be a distinguished detail
skip me and fully understand humans...

Paul Trune has never been able to figure things out. Doing too much of everything seems to be the only way for him to keep from wondering how much and of what, to do. Drinking, worrying, overanalyzing; bumping in and out of life at intervals determined by forces just beyond his grasp. This is a novel about how the things we've done make us and what we're made of informs how we carry on. Whether we know it or not. Set in Los Angeles- Koreatown (where Paul lives), he wanders the sidewalks, holes up for days in his apartment and careens madly through the streets behind the wheel of a delivery...

The fourth year. This is what the future felt like.
Thirteen poems each. We try our best, we lean toward fun, just kidding we lean toward tomorrow, okay.
Example:
He was so tuff
The toughest. That's why
he'd bought the cobra head belt buckle"