Monthly Archives: May 2018

Ahh.. Me ‘n PALs in the Isles

Can’t stop thinking about those days and nights. The clowns I met on the beach, my lost shaker of salt, the pop-tops and flip-flops.
Erasmus‘ busy writing worthless code; the thing checks mutton sales totals daily, but it’s out of date till next fall Who cares? We da sheep… (It itself suggests alternate sources of info.)
Ekatarina, bronzed but with plenty to bronze who somehow attracted Ira-the-beach-boy’s eye.
And the hot tub, an ‘OPR‘ bells & whistles model. Churning water never going anywhere real. Summer blurrs on…

MUSE: WE SAT IN ‘OPR’ A HOT TUB SPIRAL. I MISS ‘EM: ANTIGUA NITES: ERASMUS MADE BOTS, EKATARINA MOWS SORGHUM. (UH..GROSS WOMAN IRA TAKES TO BED)
A.M. SUMS ARE SET IN AUG. IT NAMES SIMILAR IP’S BUT TO HARP ON IT AS EWES? UM.

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