Our Cargo Party: Josie

Our Cargo Party: Josie: 2020 wasn't finished with me, not after that screening, my partner Sandra Gee, the photographer of happiness, has ashamed cancerous d...

Our Cargo Party: Josie

Our Cargo Party: Josie: 2020 wasn't finished with me, not after that screening, my partner Sandra Gee, the photographer of happiness, has ashamed cancerous d...

Our Cargo Party: Josie

Our Cargo Party: Josie: 2020 wasn't finished with me, not after that screening, my partner Sandra Gee, the photographer of happiness, has ashamed cancerous d...

Our Cargo Party: Josie

Our Cargo Party: Josie: 2020 wasn't finished with me, not after that screening, my partner Sandra Gee, the photographer of happiness, has ashamed cancerous d...

Our Cargo Party: Josie

Our Cargo Party: Josie: 2020 wasn't finished with me, not after that screening, my partner Sandra Gee, the photographer of happiness, has ashamed cancerous d...

Our Cargo Party: Josie

Our Cargo Party: Josie: 2020 wasn't finished with me, not after that screening, my partner Sandra Gee, the photographer of happiness, has ashamed cancerous d...

Josie

2020 wasn't finished with me, not after that screening, my partner Sandra Gee, the photographer of happiness, has ashamed cancerous dreams, now she's for a festival, what should have been, dazzling different by the sea, has to fit my radiography, howling at her requests, raging in midstream, I shout about my breasts, poets don't die unseen, swept away like leaves, sometimes they have to heave, she still continues to jest, knowing how i feel, silliness is her only quest, to rip apart the seams.