Seasual Fantasy ©2000

Waves crash on the beach like falling in love at first sight.

Beach combing does not make my hair look better. 

Delicious looking white foam smells fishy, washing gritty sand over my feet, with the wind blowing salty spray onto my lips while a seagull screeches.

Foaming waves look like inviting lime Jell-O with whipped cream ready to melt in my mouth. 

Cindy Lauper just wants to have fun at Puerta Vallarta. 

I hate lime Jell-O.

I used to grow worms. I wonder if a worm could swim in the ocean by swirming around, because worms are slimy and can slither through anything.

Rocks on the beach are like people; there are sharp rocks in the stream of life. Starfish point the way. One pointed out how to fly in the sky.

Chargette has always wanted to fly and she will when her broken wings mend, up to the stony clouds to find castles, where worms guard the gates.

Cuando el gato va a sus devociones, bailan los ratones. 

The castle walls laughed so hard they came crashing in, like waves on the beach and love at first sight.

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