Rockin' my heart the way Halsey went through the IICHLIWP shooting. Oh, my good Lord! I mean, speaking about transformative artists! Holy Shaft! Ashley, you got it. 929, blessed little girlie. 10years younger, damn! I feel like a swallowed & shattered shadow from those '84 purple mind fields. No comparison, just sitting with my peppermint bucks in ave for this woman. Period. She's a goddess.
Stop worrying - start living. F*ck, thanks. Like I wouldn't know. Decompressing is essential though. Pinching skin or cutting it, is the same for the mad hatters like me.
Balance. Thinkin' would it ever be mine? I need to sing, that's for sure. Sober October is coming for many, and sobriety for the 3rd year for me in early November. Can you imagine? More than 1000 days n nights without the booze, the ease, the headaches, the hallucinations, the heartaches, the crazy memories of flashes that would never be real but even better. Strangers, lovers. Cold hello, warm goodbye. Yup, the tongue changes everything.
I hate the ordinary. It clearly suffocates me to live like everybody else. I need to feel the hilarious and the horrifying, all at once. The more absurd, the more apocalyptic - the better. I'm always on the move. Running from hunger. Following the wild heart of the unknown. God is my BFF. I'm fine, every other day.
your soul yeswoman,
Kata The Nomad
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