silverlaker

The Family:
Samson stood at the center. His white meat mainstays surrounded him. Liz & Bianca, at the helm. The photographer snapped away. The light streamed in, clouding them all in golden halos. The photographer finished snapping. He had got it. The picture was sent to every zip code west of Doheny, with an announcement of open invitation: "Please come join us in a celebration of primal divinity. The Unity House in Malibu, 6:30pm, cocktails & hors devours will be served. Graceful attire, Flowing robes, okay.


The End
several days ago:
Ian threw the pictures on the floor. Disgusted and nauseous. He let the letter fall, along with his grip on reality.
"We only took 10mil. You got off lucky. Forget about looking for me. We were done anyway. I am with a higher power now. We are tax exempt."


This concludes the present nihilistic indulgence. I trust that you have enjoyed the soap and had to wash serveral times after tuning in.

Stay tuned for "Mirror, Mirror".......

kisses & licks
L.