i want to take a picture.
i want to take your picture.
i want to take the picture you took of me.
i want to take a picture of you taking a picture of me.
i want to take a picture that inspires you to take a picture.
i want to take a picture with you and me together in the picture.
i want to take a picture that will reflect everything you can't take a picture of.
i want to take a picture.

oh my.





new pictures.
whateva.









sara

let us down the wine
you know, the one that has the cobwebs on it
let us eat the French bread
the bread you had a thousand chamber maids prepare

the roast pig has announced its arrival
an arrival that you so casualy looked away from
put down one of the millions of forks infront of you
save your imported pastas and greens for another day

bring your eyes ahead
down this mile long table you so carefully placed us at either end of
do you see the smile on my face?
i can sense what's on your face isn't so friendly

let us take the lace napkins and wipe them away
someone might see

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oh god. new pictures. let me get home first.



sara

let us down the wine
you know, the one that has the cobwebs on it
let us eat the French bread
the bread you had a thousand chamber maids prepare

the roast pig has announced its arrival
an arrival that you so casualy looked away from
put down one of the millions of forks infront of you
save your imported pastas and greens for another day

bring your eyes ahead
down this mile long table you so carefully placed us at either end of
do you see the smile on my face?
i see the one spreading on your face

let us take the lace napkins and whip them away
someone might see

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oh god. new pictures. let me get home first.



sara

bah
have you ever......

-cracked an egg on the floor.
-wanted to just beat the crap out of someone.
-wanted to tell someone, anyone all of your secrets.
-been in the big house.
-killed a man.
-eaten a head of brocholi.
-laughed so hard you've cried...every single time.
-gotten hit by a truck.
-scared little kids with your car because it was so noisey.
-talked to strangers about wanting to "knife".
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i found this book i wrote two years ago about this man named wayne frisby and how he got bit by a monkey and became cupid. someone want to publish it for me? there are drawings and everything. give me a ring.



sara