AN AWFUL TASTE
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Earlier this week I went to the beach at night, the stars
were bright, the moon was light, and so was my mood.
I folded my clothes next to my shoes and stepped slow
and tentatively into the water. Immediately a huge wave
appeared out of nowhere, swallowed me and spit me out,
me snorting sea water from every hole in my head, rolling
over the flood line like a cucumber. I was determined
to try again... this time a vortex opened a black hole right
in front of my feet, and sucked me in without any mercy.
I was swirled round and round, together with a dozen
bewildered little fish and a crab that held on to my left
foot for dear life. After a journey that lasted a few minutes
and left me dizzy and nauseous, the vortex spit me out
and again l landed on the floodline. I yelled at the sea:
"Why are you doing this to me?" To which the sea replied:
"I'm hungry, but you taste really awful". Offended I turned
around, dressed myself and left. I couldn't help but
wondering if the fact that I didn't have a girlfriend, had
anything to do with how I tasted?
February 5, 2017
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