Monday, March 15, 2010

Don't make me regret saying cheese.
Cheese. Cheese. Cheese. Cheese. Cheese.
Fromage. Gouda.
That's not my photogenic side. Turn me, twist me. Take my side.
Fill in my blank stare.. I know ____
Not your block of film, white and black.
I am your frame.
All you need is one.
The perfect one that screams at you in the dark.
"This is it."
The one.
Her breasts are too big and pull at the garment rather awkwardly.
I like it.
It's not what we're looking for, but I like it.