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On Diplopoda Beach

Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 11:09 pm
by Phenopath
I sit in the shade of a palm trying to light a campfire with three matches and a screwed up copy of The Daily Mail.

I look up to see the girl emerging from the breakers. She has been diving for shellfish to wrap in palm leaves and bake on the fire. Removing her mask she shakes loose long black hair across her pale shoulders. She wears a stunning white two piece. Her figure is full and what legs! So many legs.

'Stop staring at my tits asshole,' she shouts snapping her mandibles coquettishly.

My God, I love this girl.

Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 10:42 am
by Phenopath
Walking along the shore three years after Mike asked me to marry him it is clear that the beach has not changed, but that we have. Ironically everything that made it work in the beginning now comes between us.

It has got so bad that I do not think that Mike can even watch me eat. Not that he would admit it. And that is why I despise him, his cowardice.

"It's over" I say. Mike looks at me with tears in his eyes, he knows it too.

After I finish eating his corpse I walk back to the car.

Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 12:31 am
by ROU Killing Time
So you saying that things go down on Diplopoda beach pretty much the way they go down in the rest of the world?