8/2/25, 0.0% alcohol free heinekens and a 1am to 3am shift in the harm reduction tent for people who got too lit🫡 there are no words in the english or spanish vocabulary to describe this night… but Miku-chan does it close to justice in her own way. One, two, three, ready?
Miku, Miku, beam!
Keep going!!!🗼
here are 2 poems i wrote in the middle of the forest on a poets typewriter who was eager to dance so i wrote for him while he had been gone dancing. the first was written second. no one knew how to reappear a paper on typewriter so an older gentleman appeared and approached it the right way. then for the person who wanted a poem in question had a book prop made of crochet 🧶 with images that are hard to decipher like the clouds in the sky. Next the 1st poem written, the machine left properly manned by the poet was the personification of a backpack doll the needer of poem had been carrying. he carried it to all the music festival he went to including burning man. to him he had grown attached to it and even named it. he introduced it to other festival goers and said it was an amazing conversation starter. so that night joeseph danced and breathed life.
dusting cobwebs off this old spam account. my main got hacked and permanently deleted in november, taken a long break since. anywho, here are some photos of sakura trees in full blossom :) abandoned car and took the train to sf on april 1st, used the last 10% of battery on my phone to take these photos. proceeded to get lost in sf and make friends ✅
