Tossed and turned upon the capricious waves, he is finally washed up upon a beach.Lungs clear of sea-clag, he straightens up, hungry and thirsty, looks around, and asks himself: 'Fuuuuuck. What now?'
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Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Sun 22 May 2011, 2:40,
archived)