I dreamed you put your mouth by mine
I was feeling your hot breath
and the electric storm of intermingled auras
And I said something like, “I like your oxygen,”
(even if there was a large component of carbon dioxide)
And it made you smile which made your lip
ever so subtly brush against mine
Forgetting that Dolores Cannon was in the bed with us
That was awkward
I think I woke up after that
Sorry Richmond, Virginia. I haven’t been taking many pictures of you lately.
Here’s 248 for you.
Some taken through Vignette and some through regular camera app.
The ones at the end (z_#) are things other people sent me via text message.
and here’s an excerpt I recorded from “The Cruise”
(use cursor keys, it’s easier)