Friday, November 30, 2007

now on sands


was plodding through salt polythene bags sea shells urchins and the rich russian chick's rottweiler's poo. it was a lovely day to stare at the sand.

the sand has stories. shoe sizes and smoked ciggies. and the occasional sleeping dog to stumble over.

i am dundee.


itch in my shoe. it's that time of the year again. and there are so many many chains. woe.

1 comment:

Hari Potter said...

break that rusty cage and run...............................................