24 September 2009

anotherfuckingsurfreportfromsomesunnysundayinautumnwhenthewavesarebest


i have three acts
denouement
protags and antags
an existential struggle
a long physical journey
a destination
a hunt
and a surrender
i have giant decaying metaphors on a remote beach
the sweet smell of death
leading the way to a taste of authentic life
universal themes
resolution for the human condition
i have the great american novel contained within three waves
it's all there...
...gathering dust in tattered manuscript in a dusty old shoe box under my bed, forever more.