use no surf lingo

i did not write a novel this weekend and thus have failed ~ at 3 day novel writing~ ahh~ next year awaits
worked third shift all night/came home and Little MeeMee drove us to La Push
where we discovered free range mustaches and the first sign that summer is over Fuzzywuzzy
hold on boys~ school starts today
logs like prehistoric monsters
where the world ends
to eat marshmallows from sticks ~ while hiding behind
the swell of the summer
kinda a PUMPFAKE
although this young man boogie-boarded his heart out~ great job Dashiell
i love this Right
this is the cover of the novel i failed to produce~ Untitled
this is the gun that killed my spirit
this is the busiest picture i could possibly compose without moving the very structure of place
we all loose something
the crowds went wild when the waves proved too fast and fickle for these puny Cascadian arms~ so they set the log jam on fire
while i thought it was heaven, empty peaks to my self, choosey lefts and rights, frozen cold water
my boys sleep right through dawn patrol

and so do i ~ clutching hot grindy coffees
de leaf of the coca
i watch the family play and try not to say anything


WARNING DO NOT LOOK DOWN~ YOU WILL BE GROSSED OUT



last chance / underpants

Dirty South has moved to the north-side


NE!L~