the constant sound of the waves made this sound waves make, as i was wandering on the beach. i felt lonely.
i stopped, turned, watched the foot prints i had imprinted in the sand with my feet. somewhere, maybe miles away a dog was barking a song of forsakenness. what was that? a body?
something was lying there, about 10 or maybe 50 metres away, i couldnt quite get a good look at it, since the hawaian brass band that had been following me was standing in the way.
they were playing a smooth love song.
i had to know what this strange thing was. i made my way past the musicians. tommy, the funky drummer, got in my way, i knocked him to the floor, didnt look back, kept running.
then there she lay. how beautiful, how sexy.
i had never seen a thing of such beauty before. i knelt down. "hi, my name is frank", i said.
"glmpf, glpmpf, hmpf", she answered, with a voice that sounded as if it belonged to aphrodite herself.
"i, ... i like fish burgers", i continued.
what the hell, "i like fish burgers"?
i wanted to knock myself. rip out my stupid brain and smash i to the floor.
but she just replied, with that angel-like voice again:"glmpf, frmpf, hgh."
"i, i work as a toilet engineer at a big toilet company"
"grmpf, hmpf, glg"
then, i finally found the courage to say what i had been wanting to say all along.
"you are the most beautiful creature i have ever seen in my life. and i have seen quite a lot of beautiful creatures, i can tell you"
"glglg, hmrpf, krr"
"would you mind if i kiss you?"
her lips felt a bit fishy, but elsewise it was the most amazing kiss the world had ever witnessed. this feeling of love.
i was shivering. my hand, as if moved by some greater force i couldnt quite control or understand, reached down between her
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"oh my god", tommy screamed. he and the band had been watching us all along. as i looked up i saw that most of them had their their back to us, only tommy was standing there
a look of sheer terror on his face.
"what the hell?", he kept going. "what the hell is wrong with you?" oh my god, what had i done?
i got up, pulled my pants back up and started running away. away. just away. anywhere but here.
i ran a lot. but when i finally stopped i realized i hadnt quite run away from this one name that had been imprinted in my brain. francesca.
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