last gig bought momma a new camera. nudity would have paid for photography lessons.
fingers crossed lens cap is really just gratuitous baby’s breath. whereabouts already unknown.
we’re still courting, camera and i. not even a little foreplay. snap. no love or lust. i will assume responsibility for this unfulfilling relationship. tis what i do. seize the blame!! i swagger in my ability to fall short. let me call my foul first and loudest; lest you call it afore. hey passive! it’s me aggressive, can you hang out?
i digress. camera. i’m calling her alice. the courtship continues, but we’re keeping it in a familial kingdom.