Salty Sea Hags

It's been a long, hard salty summer. I've felt my face wither from the wind and the tide. I don't know what will become of me. All I know is that for us Sea Hags, it's only going to get longer and harder...and saltier.

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Location: Snake's Lair, Ivy Sea, Pitcairn Islands

I need help down here.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Tonight

Trying to write anything is such a chore for me. There are too many distractions. I have found that the only way I can write is if I am listening to this random Spanish ballad sea station. I have no idea what they are singing about. God, now I am rambling. I never thought I would be one of those hags that writes every little stupid detail about her life...oh well, here I am. I am dying. Seriously. My only son has left me and I am running out of crustations and mollusks.

I am a sea hag.

Monday, August 15, 2005

A Poem for My Son

Josh Look Carefully, You have My Eyes.


You don't know it yet, but
you are my son.
I had sex with a Merlock, and now
you are my son.
It is a bad time to tell you
I know...
But I am getting old and slow.
My bones are shaking
My womb is dry.
Josh,
do you know why?
No! Stop running from me!
You are my son!
The sun is brighter than the moon
but the moon is not the sun.
You..
You, Josh are my son.
Look Carefully, You have My Eyes.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Lisa's Party

I still feel really hung over. I thought it would be a one-day-sickness deal but I was completely wrong. And it was no help that I had to wake up at twilight and help Sylzia hang snake corpses in the back terrain. I can't beleive that Nick showed up. He was being totally rude to most of us and didn't even wear a costume. If he was in such a bad mood to begin with, then he should've stayed at home and left us to have a good time. Whatever, Nick. And I don't even care that you are probably reading this. (and a big thank-you to the Marrow Hag Triplets for thier ghoulish spirit).


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