wakin up in the park hyatt, gathering the troops, casting the argentine models, discovering a new side of yourself -

you wake up early,
because of the birds in the trees here.

you worship at the shrine
of product.

and slowly,
slowly,
get going.

but it's good to know there are happy faces
and good allies
waiting for you . . .

and then, the flow of beautiful faces . . .

lines of girls,
lines on paper,
all intersecting in your head as you try to imagine the pieces
falling
into place.

it's a group effort . . .

so you try not to,
you know,
get "selfish".

(oink.)