fyi

ps.
my soul has been sick. my body, my skin, my guts, my lungs, my teeth, my muscles, my spine.
my joints and heart and brains and aura are deteriorating and its time to change this shit around.

my social spheres and happiness circuits need to solidify a little. intensity and sun worship and meditations in every little thing will open my heart again and in no time it will be summer and i will be in my summer skin, the breeze in my hair, sweat on my neck and a smile on my face.

bring it.


the girl on the black and red cruiser wearing a miniskirt and combat boots texting while she crosses broadway is my new hero and muse.