Sea level has reached the knees of my feats

Sea level has reached the knees of my feats, my challenges, my dispairs washed away at sea, sunken treasure, sunken ship, sunken trip, a tip of the mermaid into the salty waves, a tip of the serpent deep down into the desolate bay, a wash of briskness, a swash of the seaside bucket filled with regret, a topsy turbulent treat, troublesome weather on the horizon, the sails pull tight, and the wood weeps under pressure, the wheel turns starburst side and the stars shine down on which way to go, no pull off, no merge, even no rules, it all seems all so different, a wild west out in the sea, you can get away with gambling, mooning your neighbours or even moaning on night, fend off a pirate, get held captive, but for me.. I am more of a body surfer, the free flow of the washing machine whip of the extreme nature’s wit, the extreme slip, the seaside crash of the mad dash of salted glow, the upchuck and harmonious hydration for the soul, eyes a burning, nose a wrecked, ship treck has been the correct decision, seaside time for me to get on the level, the straight edge gone and turned up sideways, treble and bass pushed the needle far past the level of this sea’s a fortune.

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