Location : LMA
Time/Length : am/1.0
Rating : **
Performance : ***
Board : 95
Notes : overcast.flat on the south end. mushy up north. there was a right in front of the A lot pump house and that’s where everyone was gathered. but it was all chopped up- a puzzle piece hodge lodge wave. but once in a while a clean nice right would roll in with a rather vast open corner. but it was hunt and peck. low tide but one of those tides where it was DEEP right when you get in. then you start paddling and hit the sand bar. you stand up and its basically up to your ankles. the sea was all mixed up – with a heavy swirling current – roiling and chrurning – glad it was shallow. at the end of the sesh I found a sweet magical Right – open shoulder for quite a bit- very nice. earlier a jabrone in a beat up blue epoxy board let it fly into me- it hit the magic dove who let out a pained cry- but her wings were unharmed. I turned to the jabrone and thusly said:
Hark, Yee Drop In Maggot, Hark!
Bellow, and bid our father, the sea king, rise up from the depths,
full- foul in his fury, black waves teeming with salt-foam,
to smother you with pungent slime…
… to choke ye, engorging yer organs till ye turn blue and bloated
with bilge and brine and can scream no more…
only when,he,
crowned in cockle shells with slithering tentacled tail and steaming beard,
takes up his fell, be-finnèd arm –
his coral-tined trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest
and runs you through the gullet,
bursting ye, a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now –
a nothing for the Harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon,
only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the dread emperor himself,
forgotten to any man,
to any time,
forgotten to any god or devil,
forgotten even to the sea…
for any stuff or part of You,
even any scantling of your soul,
is You no more,
but is now itself
the sea.
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