The Big Screw: yoo-hoo, Freud, over here!

Damn,
it's fun
to have
a camera,
that takes
and develops photos
immediately.

With scalpel in hand, i'd like to dissect my face,
move the parts around,
and sew it back on,
scarless.

A photo journal,
of what I
looked
like today,
September 20, 1995,
at age 24,

in amazing
full color,
72 dpi,
it's a multiscan reproduction of me,
actually
it's better than me.

It's

better
than
me,
in
that,
the
image
is
there,

without the strings.

These traps
into vanity,
looking
toward
the future,
ignoring
the past,

this is a record of what that past was.

This is the past,
doctored
to fit
a notion
of what
the past was
and
is
to me,
with the depature starting now.