Saturday, March 1, 2014

set fire to your old self


This was my landscape last week, sharing a house with my girls at Venice Beach. Sunny days and foggy nights, riding bikes up to Santa Monica, doing shots and eating chips and laughing until my belly hurt. And now I'm back in Stressville.
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THIS is good, I will commit it to memory,  I'll commit it to the muscle memory in my brain. Set fire to your old self.
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This also. Everything changes, every second.
Peace.

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