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And this? What words in our fallen state can grasp this moment in (this concept of) eternity?
That's Jen Graves? In the black bikini? OUR Jen Graves? Wow. I had no idea.
That's Jen Graves?
If so, I am more turned on than words can capture.
That is a remarkable photo.
nah, he's not..forget it
For some reason posts like this make me imagine Charles M as Sheriff Bart being pulled from behind a rock by Jim to lure the KKK guys, shouting, "Where all the white women at!?!" in Blazing Saddles.
Jen is currently hanging, in the air, in a black bikini and a grandmotherly white bathing cap. The cap is too big, and affixes to her head as a caul, all ripply, extra, outside belonging.
The girl beneath Jen is the progerian love child of Jeremy Blake and Theresa Duncan. She has thrown Jen into the air with a wild wet splash of Clement Greenberg's best wishes. She whispered to Jen before heaving her skyward. "I can get you into the air, but you have to fly."
Jen, in the air, hanging, thinks of being shot. Of being a bird. Of presenting herself to the ultimate lover. This is the pose she adopts. She is thinking of Robert fucking Irwin.
And here, all I got out of this was that someone's "golden showers" fantasy got really complicated...really quickly.
Who is this Jenn Graves of which you speak?
It looks to me like she's swooping down to grab some water-born prey for her dinner. Look closely, you'll see the talons and blood thirst. Yikes.
That's no Janet Jackson in the white bikini, but I think i spot a wardrobe malfunction.
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