Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Snow on a beach

So I packed all my 'rettes into a aluminium teachest and set off down the beach toward the dark stormclouds hanging in the distance. Soon the golden shore began to reflect the sky above, and the sand became smooth grey rocks. BOOM goes the ocean CLATTER goes the stones. I sat on a rock and chuffed on my pipe. Two small dogs came up and began to run circles around me, like a pushmepullyou chasing its tail. I receeded from the coast as the storm came in.

7 Comments:

Blogger bennyprofane said...

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7:58 AM  
Blogger bennyprofane said...

I stood at the brink of the shore, and faced the storm with all my might as it wrapped around me.

7:46 PM  
Blogger Jagd Kunst said...

thats better. I knew you could do it

10:36 PM  
Blogger Jagd Kunst said...

As I stared hard into the clouds they seemed to me as thought they were horizontal venusian blinds slatting across the sky.
"Am I in a valley" I wondered? I reached into the left outside pocket of my coldwarbomberjacket, searching for my compass...

10:39 PM  
Blogger SafeTinspector said...

OK, let me try!
So there was a hot-dog stand precariously perched upon the pumice prominance protruding from the pungent sea.
I proceeded to wade through the purple surf and plied my trade 'pon yonder vendor.
Though the storm raged, propping the cart up with the putrid remains of a parasol properly placed the wagon on stable footing.
Wind whipping through his rainclothes, the vendor held his hat on and offered me the remains of a half-chewed weiner.

10:22 PM  
Blogger SafeTinspector said...

???

8:01 PM  
Blogger Brewski said...

Fucking bunch of cunts, you lot.

11:23 PM  

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