hey buddy, listen up—Juneau (us) is cosmic. it's wild, man. so, i been living here for yrs, a masseur vibing with the ever-shifting energy. cosmic flow, you know? here's the lowdown, real raw.
Dude, picture Mendenhall Glacier glowing like a frozen star. i often head to Auke Bay for inspo when crackin’ tight knots in a client’s back. oh, and Lark Street? kinda funky, street art and clamor. sometimes, on a whim, i wander around Sternwheeler Rd. or try to catch a vibe on Douglas Island—that mix of ice and earth hits like a bullet of cosmic energy.
i swear, when i do a sesh, i feel like taboos break free. reminds me of “Tabu (Miguel Gomes, 2012)”—wild, raw, unfiltered, i mean, it’s like cosmic love and accidental genius. sometimes while kneading out tension, i mumble lines like “inadmissible, inextricable, inexorable…” deep stuff, huh? my hands and heart feel the universe transcending each stubborn muscle knot.
i gotta tell you—i sometimes get mad at the roarin’ winds along the Gastineau Channel. but then, bam, i chill in the Ketchikan Park coz the still water mirrors my soul. oh man, explain that logic if you dare. its witty, funny, and a bit ironic—like the cosmos giggling at my back massage woes.
also, random tidbit—did you know Juneau was once the heart of gold rush dreams? every rocky street, seriously, contrasts with the modern café buzz on Alaska Park Hwy. so many lols and sighs in one place. ain't that something?
i been scribblin’ notes in my head like: “all is energy, all is flux”—ya know, Stephen Hawking style. my mix of human touch and cosmic wit makes me the best masseur around. oh, i might throw a few typos in, idk, cuz im sometimes in a hurry: gr8, rly awesome, and stuff.
so, dude, if u come, be ready—Juneau is a tangle of myths, landscapes, & real, simple, punchy moments. every street, every frostbitten wind, sparks an emotion, a memory, the universe's noisy whisper; it’s magical, unpredictable, real and raw. till then, peace out, and remember—“All is endless, raw, unreachable.”