Tybee, Take Me Home

I don’t actually hate Tybee Island, just what I become. More, I fear him. Five in the morning, stuffing face with Hawaiian rolls and baked beans. We should sleep soon. Rolling off the couch tomorrow afternoon, I lost roughly 24 hours of my life to a bottle of Rumple Mintz. On a matter of pride, we tether ourselves to chaos. The beach ants here suck down bottomless mimosas damn fast. Watch out in the stomping ground.

              Everyone is alone on this empty island, daring on a quixotic quest for the past. Here we can live forever, with the help of Miller and friends. A wise dog chases his tail. The homes, nay, houses, are furnished in a forgetful fashion. Erected from B grade particleboard, they denigrate at the end of their 10-year financial forecast. Death, taxes, collapse. We cannot win a battle with entropy, and the surrender surprised nobody. The steep price of safety. The fate of the tourist town is the most powerful collapse, stomping out centuries of culture and tradition.

              Supply and demand ravages the land scape, and the most beautiful places are on the front line. The battle front is lined with cash cows, feeding the global excess. We are the excess, fueling the field with blood and sweat. Blood flows through the streets, the same warning pulse that radiates from New York’s financial district. Nowhere is an escape as I run down I-80. Oyster shuckers stabs his wradition.

              Supply and demand ravages the land scape, and the most beautiful places are on the front line. The battle front is lined with cash cows, feeding the global excess. We are the excess, fueling the field with blood and sweat. Blood flows through the streets, the same warning pulse that radiates from New York’s financial district. Nowhere is an escape as I run down I-80. Oyster shuckers stabs his wife. Nobody cares. Mother and daughter hitting on young men. Police chase a streaker at 6 am. I’m oh so tired of all this running, but how can I stop among all this rabble?ife. Nobody cares. Mother and daughter hitting on young men. Police chase a streaker at 6 am. I’m oh so tired of all this running, but how can I stop among all this rabble?