Thank heavens for cute Keith Haring prints (even if they were of babies or older figures in the motion of humping).
In any case, it is already Monday. And the only way to face the week is with a fresh face.
I can’t wait to wash away the toxic days when I hit the beach late this month.
Not that they weren’t already washed away by the rain this weekend.
Not to mention with kisses and tears.
Don’t you think this dusty looking denim jacket, which looks like something from the cuckoo’s nest, is only fitting for someone so unpredictable?
Ask the dried sharp palm and wiry branches.
Or ask someone who feels cold under the sun and warm in the waves.
From dust to dust. But do enjoy the sky and the sea in between.
This is all that we have.
Yes, that’s still Lucy speaking.
She is everywhere.