For this photoshoot I anticipate on having Erika shoot of me, there is one scene in her bathroom, where I look really trashy, lipstick is smeared across my cheek. And I have a dollarbill, and I'm snorting a substance, that has been shaped to spell LIAR. This is how I picture it right now, at least. And I've been looking forward to this picture along with a couple other shots for a very long time, and now I've found the perfect motivation for that particular shot. The lies are the chills rising up our back, and the drug that makes everyone a part of the community. The lies are leeches that have partaken upon the blood flowing through my veins. But I've observed the leeches, and led them straight to boxes on their journey back to filthy water. LIAR She was a trashy thing- selling her body on the street. She came in exhausted one night, and went to her bathroom. She kept her money, very often in her stockings, between her legs. Everything she cared about eventually found itself between her legs. She pulled out a single bill, and rolled it up into a straw. Feeling so cold, and almost dead, she leaned into the white powder she laid before her, and wrote in all capital letters with her finger, "LIAR" and left the powder spread and unorganized in that manner, when she snorted it. It didn't matter, because she didn't want a high. It was just the thing to do tonight. The LIAR was snorted and was just another attempt at deteorating her insides. Necrosis was setting in, though while her cells were once healthily living. She was never really a live. It was all imaginary. It was all a lie. -SSeerreennee ddoollllyy