Feed the crows - Surfboard Fishing 030620
Erandathi once told me, "Feed the crows, they are hungry". Instead of shooting at them, I began to feed them. I held carcasses and leftovers, and tossed them to the roof.
They hear your words and know your voice! They recognize you, like you are kin.
When I surfboard fish, I wear all black, except for a tiny patch of white. When I speak, it is truth. I curse the wind, and chop, and I hate it when I get smacked in the face. When the seals come by to screw around, my words are laden and heavy. They are death! They seek destruction. I throw my lure. A famous "Plink!" , and a bounce, and I'm feeling retribution's rewards, the seal disappears from view....LOL!!!!!!
No one hungers in my midst, but where I go, my actions are life. No bait is wasted. Feed the seals!
The word will live on, but my body has long died.
Feed it to the crows!
Death to my body.
What the mind creates, can live forever....like surfboard fishing.
But the body dies forever................and not many surfboard fish.
They hear your words and know your voice! They recognize you, like you are kin.
When I surfboard fish, I wear all black, except for a tiny patch of white. When I speak, it is truth. I curse the wind, and chop, and I hate it when I get smacked in the face. When the seals come by to screw around, my words are laden and heavy. They are death! They seek destruction. I throw my lure. A famous "Plink!" , and a bounce, and I'm feeling retribution's rewards, the seal disappears from view....LOL!!!!!!
No one hungers in my midst, but where I go, my actions are life. No bait is wasted. Feed the seals!
The word will live on, but my body has long died.
Feed it to the crows!
Death to my body.
What the mind creates, can live forever....like surfboard fishing.
But the body dies forever................and not many surfboard fish.
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