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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Show & Tell

shark vs the universe
Noah Kahan
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Serenade at Sunny Cove 123 from Alysha Grevious on Vimeo.
Kitty yoga
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Oldie but a goodie #2014
PNW
Palace of Fine Arts
Heron at my window
The Rose Moon 🌹 🌒
Crow paces at the Palace
The undead
Sitting duck
Golden 💛🌟💛
Sole Admirer
It’s 12:55 AM, I’m on my 5th beer of the night, a local brew I purchased from Whole Foods for way too much money. I’m drunk. Drunk like I haven’t been for almost a year while watching Masters of None on Netflix.
I’ve been getting progressively more sloshed as I watch. My favorite episodes so far are “The Dinner Party” and “New York, I Love You.” Right in between the time I hit my 4th and 5th beer It’s half way through, “New York I Love You.” I feel a strong urge to contact the city that still holds 80% of my heart. The show leaves me feeling uber nostalgic for that New York feel. I send nude selfies to my old lover from NYC. I miss him. He misses me. I try the same with my current SF lover. He teLLS me it’s not safe to send nudes.
I’m now drunk and in between worlds. Looking for the right feel. Craving true satisfaction. Missing something I’ve never actually experienced in this lifetime. You watch TV and a fantasy resonates in your mind and maybe even in your heart. But I’ve lived that fantasy and I hit the bottom of that man made pool. For some stupid reason I thought there would be more here but this pool seems even more shallow than the last.
I tell the SF lover that my nudes are a tactic to drive away any other potential lovers he may have…mostly because I dumped all of my other lovers for him and now all I have is him. In my natural setting I would never be so possessive as to piss on a man’s leg to make sure others knew he was mine. But here I am. Alone. Distantly loving and (did I mention) alone.
That Right feeling it comes in spurts and dissipates as quickly as it arrives like exhaling smoke from a joint in the wind. I feel more beautiful than ever and I am my only admirer.