Abandon
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About my vacation which starts....now...
Abandon
Beginning at 3:25 today there shall be no talk of drugs, no ringing phones, no startling bells and no hard voices. There shall be no emotional labor of any sort. If there arises an emergency that only I can remedy and that, save I intervene, a person will die, then people die everyday. For me, it's the sound of the ocean at night and in the morning. It's brightly colored and overpriced margaritas. It's oysters that were in the wrong place at the wrong time. It's a standoff with a blue crab on the Florida shoreline. It's a jet ski tour to film dolphins that I'll pretend are happy to see me. It's doing nothing nor wanting to do anything. Cooling for a grilled mind. Jackson,MS - 9/13/11 |
Submitted on 2011-09-13 16:26:21 Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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| a grilled mind... get that fire started and plant your feet on the shore in the waves. | Posted on 2011-09-13 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] | nothing like not having to anything, if ya don't want to. | almost every year i go down the shore. and each year there are things i do or don't do. i love the fact that i can sleep in the sun. go for long walks. drink at night. laugh out loud. get wrecked by waves. the moon never shows up until after ten. and it's always bright orange. and the smell. the sound. but yes. i like this. a grilled mind. yup. have at it. (smile). | Posted on 2011-09-13 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ] | I want to be you. I used to live there but now I'm on top of a mountain. I miss soaking in the ocean, sun-drenched and self-absorbed. I like the imagery here. The tongue-in-cheek statements about oysters in the wrong place and dolphins you pretend are happy to see you. Very well done. | | Posted on 2011-09-13 00:00:00 | by JanePlane | [ Reply to This ] | |
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