I sensed him right away. The little bitch. I don't know if it was papparazi or homeland motherfuckin' security. I felt him before he even showed up.

He thinks he's taking photos of the yaks but I recognize otherwise. He gets his shot. I don't even flip his ass off.

Thankfully this pen is quite mightier than an elbow to the EOS.

I mean I picture my elbow connecting right on the extended lens.
That of course transfers a lot of energy through the body of the
camera directly into that major bone called the nose. Is the
nose the bone?

I don't really care.

What I did enjoy was the image of
that bone cracking from the shear speed of my impact.

Come up and shake my hand.

Then take
my picture.

Snake



* I claim to be non-violent. Though some of my criticisms are quite violent even though they're just words on a page.

Ashes
of
thought
fractures.

I gotta go.

L8,

j