Sunday, December 27, 2009

updraft





Its a gale you ... don't you ... ? no then... no echoes over the topsail.. its the gaffer.. no no.. O the leeward.. the pronto yowl! portside you there seaman... hunkered down the ball... the big thing there.. that monster.. yes a omygod black thing wet.. no cant say wont .. say . . it's o ... thin... g and then she say hurry hurry seaman ! have it down ... the breakers... O ! hail not the sail.. O christ ... with me... She's bailing ... O my swearing fog! ... she'shalf there... and ... it's tentacle...s ... noah's whale... what is that? she's Mona in her glimpse ... O frighteners and ... moonwalker..s where did it come knot on knot on sheet after league of it...





Push over you slave.. out of my eyesight... we'vebattles to fight.. kitchens to complete.. get out of her way sockets.. air to her signalling alarms... frostbite toher reckoning ... it's that trysail's ripped.. you're done for .... down .. she's going going .. goin ..g going gong gong gong gong gong