A blossoming nightscapade of apathetic male and/or female cry babies illuminate from the encroaching darkness that is now Valencia Street, San Francisco. Behold! As the same-ified urban evenings are shattered by psychedelic pixel bouquets bursting & gushing from the inner depths of one woman's digital groin. It will only live for a shared moment (in spectum / with fever) until it eventually whimper-dies (deflated) beneath the timely weight of tomorrow's infinite and bleeding moon(s) / forever coming. Don't be embarrassed ... it's all completely natural for a woman.