Scrawl on the Wall 039

You'd think by now you'd have sorted it all out. You'd know where you'd been, where you are, and where you are going.

But instead you have drifted along like a piece of broken, mouldy, old wood on the endless ocean of blah.

Somewhere, in the distance, a small, young, Korean boy finds a message in a bottle, and then uses the bottle to smash open a coconut, and then uses the coconut for food and totally forgets the smashed bottle or the strange message in a language he can't read.

OH FUCKING HELL!

I am the message.

I am discarded.

Look at me, and weep, you excellent son of a bitch.

I am used to smashed coconuts. I smash those fuckers all day long.

And now, I starve.

Thanks a bunch.