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G&B: Apologies to Sting

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Wednesday, September 14, 2011


This happens every year. Go into my bubble at the end of summer till a few weeks into fall to rest. I become a recluse from society. Don't drink. No smoking. Just readjust. Dilute. Detox. I grow my beard and don't really care about my fashion part of the brain. Just living. Just being me. It's good to do this, I think. Cleansing my body from the hectic summer weekends partying and destroying it. I do the same in Winter after the holidays and in Spring just before patio season starts up again. Being in my bubble is when I get to do my most creative things and when I feel the purest. When there's nothing in there trying to destroy the mental balance. Balance. This is what this time really is. Balance and feeling whole. Feeling all bubbly.