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Gabbie Carter took time out of her busy schedule to bounce around Santa Monica for us. With personality and beauty like hers, it is no surprise that Gabbie is in constant high demand. Now what else could you possible want for Kwanzaa?
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Our finale with Sasha Apex has arrived. Since I photographed her, she got implants. Ladies, I'm sorry but I just can not stand bolt-on's. Give me low-hanging flapjacks or a perfectly flat chest over some artificial substance surgically inserted under a woman's skin. And in what fantasy world are Sasha's natural breasts even close to unappealing? She also hated reading some of your guys' comments on her tattoos. Anyways, I wish her the best and I remain grateful for the shoots. Bonus video to come.
So what if I took sexy photos of your girl? So what if others will appreciate her beauty? How does that take anything away from your enjoyment of this person? Pay it forward, buddy. You get a smile. He gets a smile. We all get smiles! Lydia Graniva said that her boyfriend would kill me if he found out about our photos. So if I end up on your milk carton, you know what happened. Actually, the perpetrator could be anyone from the growing list of upset snowflakes I have offended. I am risking my hide out here for you fux.
Leisel Bonnke is an elegant person with taste, but that did not prevent her from taking these nutty photos at Target with me. Even at this point in October, you are probably getting tired of all the Halloween hype. Yeah commercialism has its drawbacks. Like when someone unloads an automatic rifle on a packed crowd, just about every corporation feels the responsibility to include their condolences with their current marketing campaign. Here at Zishy we regretfully send our thoughts and prayers to the victims of ... shut the fuck up you opportunistic halfwit. We see what you're doing. Anyways, Such Great Heights by the Postal Service plays in the bonus video.
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Lilias Right has become a popular woman to follow online. Her curves and her comfort with showing off those curves easily draws attention. So I took this beautiful person to Tacos Por Favor in Santa Monica. One of my favorite musicians claims TPF as her favorite spot for Mexican food. It is not bad, but has never impressed me. Plus, they close at 8pm and that is entirely unacceptable for a late-night burrito-lover like me. Please do not quote that out of context.
It gets hot on the Backbone Trail and when you have a hiking partner like Misty Lovelace, it can get very exciting. Misty is a wild, open-minded beauty from Texas. I have to always confirm if a girl will feel comfortable outside in nature. With Misty, she was more than willing to hit the trails, literally and figuratively. Feeling shitty? Get outside before you book that pricey appointment with a therapist.
Comet Nox returns with her old cheerleading uniform from high school. She recently repurposed it as a Halloween costume. I can only hope that this is what the zombie apocalypse will look like. We visit her backyard where Comet kills it on the trampoline. She warned me that excessive bouncing has its affect on her bladder. I don't mind. Maybe others will, but maybe they need to get back in touch with nature.
Morgan Attwood took me to the main street of her quaint town outside of San Jose. We covered the major attractions within minutes, but settled on tickling Morgan's sweet tooth with some raspberry gelato. Morgan is bright, energetic and confident with her sexuality. She vaguely reminds me of Phoebe, the character from 'Friends'. However, Morgan is much more tolerable than asinine one-liners and an abhorrent laugh track. Despite Morgan's less-than-stellar review of the Nissan Leaf, I was surprised at what we were able to accomplish in her backseat.
From my vantage point, I see this as the last update of Wendy Patton. It has been a while since I have spoken with Wendy. The majority of these women disappear from my life shortly after I photograph them. There is no animosity, it's just the natural progression of things. I can't marry them all and I don't want to start a cult, for the time being, so we share these moments and go our separate ways. Fortunately, mine and Wendy's paths crossed a few times. Hope she stays fearless. Onward.
I have lived in Santa Barbara since I was a boy, breathing in the coastal air, gazing at colorful sunsets which lingered over the Pacific Ocean. I did everything right. Went to school, got a job, got married, you know, the whole number. But these days, the world seems to be caving in on itself. The decline has always been present but felt much slower earlier in my life. And now it seems to have picked up an insane momentum. I feel so empty with everything that I do. I am constantly either on edge or feebly trying to distract myself from the horrors of our reality. Yes, OUR reality. It isn't even about me anymore. Now this is about all of us. That makes me even more sad. --discarded poem found at beach parking lot in 2018. What a pussy.