At the beach again

My second home

The sun is rising gently

Yet something feels close

I don’t know what it is

So I look towards the sea

And see something magical

It seems like it’d be

A goddess, or a sign

Like a star that's fallen

So, I walk over to it

It lays there sullen

It opens its mouth

The most beautiful song

The siren calls me over

My conscience tells me to run

I get closer to it

Half fish, half man

Teeth as long and sharp

As razors, and

Its nails are like rusty ones

Bloody from its prey

It issues me over

I walk its way

It tells me to come closer

It has something to say

I’m inches from its face

And it starts to play

A song out of nothing

It grabs my neck

I grab its wrist

Im trying to check

Am i gonna make it

I get dragged into the sea

The sunrise and bubbles

Are the last things I see

my friend, such a sweet soul. Burdened by the man, again. His followers dismissing her feelings for the sakes of themselves.

my little souls hardened by hurt, and I feel unable to help. I am in pain, cursed with a voice inside so loud that squeaks with the lack of the talent the brave carry.

my friend, such a sweet song we sang together. I miss you and it's hardly been long. Do breathe and live well, until I see you again.

this is angst signing off, for now.

As with most any woman, I doubt I was the one she would have chosen to be reeled in by. She did not see me from across some crowded room and feel a magnetic pull, or get struck by a lightning bolt. Rather we were thrown together by happy accident, or maybe not so much an accident. Let me explain.

You see, I caught her.

In all the wide world, and in all of the deep oceans upon it, she and I were brought together by destiny; she happening upon an irresistible morsel during her northward migration, I with pole in hand upon a secluded, vacation shoreline.

I pulled her from the water with a mere 40lb. test, proving that we were meant to be, as she was easily heavy enough to break the line’s tenuous hold if so inclined. I carried her onto the beach, lying her gently down in the white sand where I brushed the dark hair away from her wild, frightened eyes whilst simultaneously removing the hook with the tenderest of fingers, not wanting to scar the sensuous beauty of her lips.

She resigned herself then, giving in to my manliness, giving herself over as I whispered sweet nothings and stroked her with gentle fingers while she gasped, her lungs straining at the unfamiliar air. I rolled her onto her side, allowing the seawater an escape. Her body spasmed as the dark water lurched from her lungs, staining the sand. With her eyes away my fingers felt for and found the knife in my belt. I raised it above her, pummeling the shafted end fatally into the back of her head, but the first blow did not take, and a merciful second was unfortunately required.

Her body stiff and still I picked carried her through the deep sand to the station on the pier where I could test her weight, and get a souvenir photo. Surely she was some kind of island record. And beside the station was a taxidermist, where the sexier half of her would be forever shellacked to a wood plaque for hanging above the mantle at home.

Oh, Pooky-Bear was not going to be happy with this trophy.

Yo boyfriend so nasty, he gets off to your yearbook photos.

More people peel bananas each year than bananas peel people.

There are more planes in the sky than in the ocean.

When the sun goes away, it gets dark. When the moon goes away, it gets bright.

Fish swim more than you do each and every year.

At least one in ten people across the globe live on planet Earth.

Every time you eat food, food enters your body.

Every bee that stings you knows how to fly.

There will be a day when you’ll smell something you’ll never smell again.

You can tell if someone is a bad driver by if they cause accidents.

If you cut someone with scissors, you can fix them by cutting them up a bandaid.

Crabs are caught and served as a delicacy at many restaurants because they’re too slow.

Lobsters live forever until you kill and eat them. You will then live forever until experiencing a similar fate.

There is an undisclosed amount of cannibals that get pranked every April with beyond meat foods.

The natives were so native to America that the colonists hired Woody Guthrie to convince them to give up a share.

Every year, people die from unknown causes because if they knew how to get out of it, they probably wouldn’t have died.

The most bullied piece of musical equipment are guitar strings which get picked on quite a bit.

More seagulls fly through the air than through the sea.

Yo mama so seductive, when yo dad cheated on her she got engaged to the sidepiece.

Once Mack was slowly sprinting up the mole hill

In his hand was a bottomless pail he wanted to fill

He realized that he had an abundance of micro time to kill

So why not come up with a grand money scheme to later fulfill

He thought he’ll sell his pail for approx. 15.453421 bucks

And then he will buy 12 eggs laid by one week old ducks

Then he will quickly sit on those eggs for about four weeks

Hopefully he’ll see some cute little baby duck beaks

Then he’ll sell the baby ducks for 100 bucks

This quite frankly will be a lot of bucks

From these bucks there will come even more ducks

And from these ducks there will come even more bucks

After a month the little bucks will grow into adult deer

They’ll then be sold for 10 dollars to his dear enemy peer

With the 10 dollars he’ll buy 10 long iron nails

Hold on because there’s more that this plan entails

The iron nails will be melted over his gas stove

The gas stove runs on wood taken from his grove

And with his lightning quick bare fists he’ll forge a sword

The sword will greatly help him get his ultimate reward

He will challenge the king to a fierce public and private duel

That alone would make him look so cool or as the kids say ‘kewl’

He’ll defeat the king using two toes and demand a brand new pail

And then it shall be cleverly repeated this whole entire tale

“Mack!!!” his younger elder sister Mill suddenly and calmly screams

And that snaps him back to reality from his practical daydreams

But when he turned around he slipped

Or it might have been that he tripped

Mack immediately starts tumbling up the hill

And watching him with horror is poor rich Mill

“This is impossible!” says Mack, “And not just very awkward”

But then he realized that all this time he’d been crawling backward

So on Mack’s face appears a big smile, which was just an inverted frown

And yes, he broke his real gold and diamond crusted plastic crown

But along with his crown his dear pail also broke

And young old Mack with tears, started to choke

“Did you at least fill the pail?!!” asked softly, a very worried Mill

But poor wealthy Mack couldn’t answer; he was lost in thought still

“You know Mill; I’ve learned a very important political lesson today!”

“An apple a day really does keep the anesthesiologist away!”

I love my gf. She is the best thing in the world (she is not writing this, nope they are in a different room altogether), i cherish her and think she is great. 10/10 person. Would hug and kiss. One of the best. For real. Best hair of all time. Best ass of all time. Best voice of all time. Best brain of all time. IS always right. I should listen to her all the time.

Also I have tism and that's okay.

:)