Photo people is how it starts, the glam shots. Final fussing in the yard. I decided to take a TREE with me cz that is the kind of hairpin I am, so I start digging it up. I throw on some music. Let's play the play me a song game, since he's sooo quiet atm, sucking blood globs with eye forks ..

you don't want to love a man like me - big al anderson

(HAHAHAHAHAHA)

That surely cannot possibly be for me. But since I've been up since before dawn, am now just too tired to fuss anymore, might as well sit here and listen to it again. Bemused.

1. Don't tell me what to do. (Unless we are fucking, then I might bow to your greater expertise.)

2. ...well it doesnt matter cz that song wasn't for me and photo dude is here...