I shall be good health to you nevertheless, and filter and fibre your blood.

three hours until twenty-two-dom and I'm getting all ginned up and reflection-prone. 21 was a damn good year, ran around the country with bottles in both hands, a spinning head, and some man on my mind. chased tail, got my tail chased, stuffed my face full of everything I could get my grimy twenty-one year old hands on.

and now 22 is here and she's looking like a sweet little thing already. every year more and bigger changes come and I'm digging it, getting closer and closer to the ones I love. looking forward to future times with my sweet man, my sweet friends, my sweet family, my sweet life.

thankyou to all lovers and friends who have brought me thus far- You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, but I shall be good health to you nevertheless, and filter and fibre your blood.

bises