There is something circumspect in **orebaths. I wanted to touch on this. They’re avid amongst Catholics and Marines. For a female, I find the moments or rather the insulting to refreshing fact I’ve been healthier than ever applicating my “traveling + working too much devices ethics of hygiene into the standard of how I shit out 6IXPOSTSADAY to a riotous 7 yesterday, including a joke!
There’s something beautiful in this process. Becoming comfortable with one’s self. Always adapting and willing to dig up old digz that somehow just work for you. 3-min Leave-in Conditionersoaking up in my half. Combed and all righteous.
When I woke UP; I found it was after 2pm and I all I saw was a shitty over-filled desk with lots of cans of sugary-fan-fare drinks chugged down. Including a Canned Coffee Boba and metal-cap matcha latte. A beautiful life.
anarchy memory has been more shuffled than ever! Thanks music-playlist-perusing friends!
Fuck it- let’s call this a blog. [make it prose] (maybe it’s a reflection) {not mundane enough to be a monologue}
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Perusal Listening Current Track:
‘’La player (Bandolera)” by Zion & Lennox
Next Track-to-bring-it-Back:
‘I Could Have Lied” by Red Hot Chili Peppers
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I think after branching through so many sorts of Life, I travel so incessantly in One Room; that I often feel naught to the existence of a TimeLine. I have no structure, I have no schedule, and still I choose to fly with might and extend speed to performance.
It it takes a **orebath to get there, so be it.
At least,
I always –
Smell good,
better-to-you, somehow.
What skincare do you use?
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Last Track:
{for the ending vibes]] (before I check on dinner of course, it’s 23:46)]
IMPARES by Daddy Yankee
Publishing-End Pre-notice Perusal:
Passport by Masego
Le temps de l’amour by Francoise Hardy
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