technicians of space ship earth, this is your captain speaking, your captain is dead!
Monday, January 24, 2011
cascade of sounds, the heat is melting my words, sand burns my soul, any second now the beach will turn to glass. i swim in the cold currents, the water engulfs me, these are big waves but they are weak and have no substance, no power to propel, i play like a human child, i enjoys the cool water currents, i watch the people around me, bronzed surfers sit waiting for waves that never come, beautiful bikini girls sitting naked on the beach, the splatter of thin cloud, the distant sounds of beach hassles and dramas, the wall of water that occasionally washes over me, as i dive under it all, into the womb, of nature.
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