Your Father In Hermanus

Where the hefty lumps of fat? Eyes strain through kaleidoscopic beams As he takes in the scene. Frayed Lonely Planet clasped tightly Knuckles whitening. 'a breeding ground for one of the largest mammals on the face of the planet' he recalls feverishly clickbait sigh To his dismay... a garden of kelp legs swaying with the tide of "Afrikaans is dood, Afrikaans is groot". hole-ridden threads giving glimpses of body murals to long-forlorned deities and bugs bunny. six shots and one dump later across the hazy, salty coat of cover... a sighting... reeks of threat-level status a show will ensue as he fishes for that bag of glue.