A Negative

Since we are not talking about blood, let us stop the wast of silver in these, your last still, when you sat for me, to have that picture taken. Was it not? Just about the money..in the end Y&U, ponder the voices, those in your head, some of course would not have your best interest at heart agents do come and go, so while...you are... flowing through rocks with lose jagged ends, like the hair, which moved by some choice, since lost to me. You pick the mode that moves my feet, I do not always float either, still that picture is wicked dab, like I once said, when you become famous, what do I do with all those lost photographs, not all of which are stuck in my head, un exposed. The camera is still on.I know in your very own words, the show must go on untill we are dead, for the cause.