Photography by Ashley Syers
You think I am so fucking stupid.
I do not play games. I am a killer.
I do not get upset. I get results.
Line them up baby.
Tiny tiny cans
all in a row,
they sew the edge of the fence to the blue sky which seems like it goes on forever
but it does end.
Eventually.
Everything does.
Walk around in blue jeans.
Sip coca cola. Red can. Bite the tab a little bit when you sip because you’re looking at me.
I do not look back.
I look ahead.
Line up the shot.
And pull the trigger.