musings of a psychedelic punk rock renaissance yogini and late-blooming athlete
“I found an island in your arms
Country in your eyes
Arms that chain
Eyes that lie
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through oh, oh yeah”
The Doors
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better to be outside than at the screen
Photo of Nika Belianina set up by Nika, taken by me
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Letter I wrote the day after the election. Hi, I don’t know what’s going to happen – and that is a scary feeling. Currently, it feels like all is lost – my spirit feels like it’s trying to jump out of my body – but the pit in my stomach is keeping it tied down. […]
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