Uh huh, nice. Surfer: Devon Howard.
That wave around 1.25 is sick! 10.30pm on a Saturday and I’m aching for the surf. Sucks to be city-bound. Although, compared to Clif… I won’t complain.
Haha Well, not long now until the typhoons and lows begin to spin through east Asia. Trying to be patient 🙂
I WILL WIN
the boards are so thin, that is what blows me away. As I sit on my 3 inch rail board slowin them up
fell over a dream falling backwards and got down on my knees and prayed
got off my knees and walked on but not by but could be excused for doing so
too cute someone dancing looks better than a petrified portrait standing upright
friendly finds the sounds of a whispering dark clues to an existence a means
an ends now you all getting cute be no misbahaviourin you me the girl
cross the street had kite an a little boy on the end of it and dreams i wished
i could float sing sparrow time call but the yonder rhapsody aia bin missin
my caliin an over the way it twill be tright means the tears count for somethin
and when my friends come to ghost town dont matter we not all there bin
long time comin my anscetors spoke an the old people they don heard
littttle boys gott to deam bin the don arrow little gotte dream the the loop
Where you are getting it wrong, you have no poetic resonance, that is important, especially in this dog eat dog world. Words from a drunk don’t mean much, apart from the diluted wisdom, I offer, but make no mistake, you are the guardians.
the tinkling bell
the sounding gong
bring your own
it is an open party
take my leave pass swoop schlock frock pendant metaphor sweet antidote you–assiffff know shit and yet speak oooofofofoffofofofofo poetic (edgar allen–man of the crowd kine) resin on ants. Wit out da sense of the beach that smells stragely of driftwood thrown up flotsam Gorgio Jestson long Johns Jed Clampett RIP Crissie Amphlett Bondifesaver Cronulla funny fellas Dick Bent Rosco Fielder shaun smith CHOOK Mulhall Hugheses Lionel Royal Rolf any other fella Eddie Little Paul Wylie Gerry Manion Jenny Cleary Boob Alley Stevie Way Pete Smith MP Wayne Roach FANGA Spike and so it goes clothes suppose edification education pretense pretending commercialisation professionalisation excuses for guitar playing amp building bronzed aussies who cut it at pipe and people who knew Andrew Fogwell give way to poetics ant a day on the indo odyssey or take a trip to garie and wonder about the ancestors go to summercloud bay and wonder what free spirits found fondling a reef and a stolen car called australia ay yah heah yaweah yeeha lalalalalalalalalalalaallalalalallalalalallalalallllll. dsorry
emphasis on know shit–but welcome your opinion, feedback or witty retort 😉 –rejoinder go ahead. if you please perhaps see the arrow that says up continue down further following it around and beyond to all over the shop. back now yes/no. bastard. i do/not want to reply. god speed but dont take it personal you are statistically lovely/not lovely read nice person (choices, chances–as me grandmother said beware of the change of the wind with that look on your bleeding face). as for me i guess i am too old to care or too close to death to not give a damn. as me grandfather said you only get a weekend every week but look at the way people act as if they only come around on yer cousins birthday. every other day–big family includes animals and landforms. ye say you a gyspsy princess and i do nut believe ya. its what me aunt says the way to reply in such a situation. too much and not enough went to afternoon tea–too much could not wait to get out not enough stayed way too long. but had this to say its bin a pleasure maybe not for you but a pleasure indeed
bloody kids, what can you do?
sorry must have been that snotty nose brat in me–noosa small peelers on the points today t-tree 1-2 round feather wieght effortless glides–saturday 3ft first point (not even sure if thats what its called in front of the carpark) fun dodgem cars the full range of talent in the line-up. pass tomorrow hope to see taylor in the surf 😉
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