how to be a prince of men amongst a kingdom of kooks
There are nuances of behaviour. Almost imperceptible reflexes. Hidden things that are secretly kept by the Princes lest the kook learn of them and indulge in their practice. Because only then will he be able to establish his perogative and join the Princes.
The Glance.
Recently, somebody completed a time study of the surfer amidst his pursuit. Time spent paddling, time surfing and time waiting. 25:10:65. He was probably that peculiar little bodysurfer out there last Sunday, the one with a stopwatch and thick goggles. Nevertheless we thank him for his researched 65, we however calculate it at 75.5.
And Princes don’t waste all that time. They roam the domain, they ease their way from the inside to the wide then back out to the spot. Stopping here and there to drop a word or two, and all the while this glance to sea.
How quick can an eye range over an eighty-five degree radius of the horizon to a distance of between 15 to 20 miles – looking for indicative nuances of blue, or grey. Looking for the lines. Watching them come.
The Prince is tossing off these radar sweeps every eleven seconds, look away from him and you miss it.
And the Prince is always the first to see it. And he knows how the lines number up. Which one will be his. So he roams through everyone again, howdoyedo he smiles. Most don’t even notice him glide past, heading out. Fully co-ordinated. Locked on.
Everyone is anyone who is not as able as the Prince; everyone is the Kingdom of Kooks.
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Happy Days from Amed on Bali’s northeast coast. Saw the Princes myself down at Airport Reef last week, he sure gets around.
Speaking of sweeps….
Sweepers. Supper puppies. Have changed the math of all that is surfing.
Get used to it.
Many will never forget what happened on September 11th 2001.
For others?
It’s always all about themselves.
https://mobile.twitter.com/keder/status/245529644386893825
how much who from?
I’ve been to that bar, and the whole thing has all been written up on the dunny wall – engraved even, and with your mobile number underneath. Plus an uncanny likeness.
He really did fancy you brew.
Tee hee
– and cut it out you boofhead, you’ll frighten the horses.
Here I was, thinking this site was about sur…ah, forget it.
This piece of sloppy muck by the billious bunny perfectly illustrates why on rare occasions the Second Amendment trumps the First.
what prince? jumble mumble comments and the write.all i can say is the little purple one rips live.
You can’t tweet that.
Rad thing is, BreW explained Rollers current condition while leaving burro an out. Talk about empathy in the face of uncomfortable discovery. Unless it’s comfy. All good Rolla.
He pretty well covered teeb’s past and future conditions too.
Hippie Mike,
funny.
ah yes. i recall the days. in your case, daze….
do you still recall the time your shaper had to stepped up and pull an intervention on your arse?…. yea. so, how many decades was that you spent ingesting psychoactive mushrooms and the like?
speaking of All good … have you yet regained any semblance of “comfy” yet?
or is there truth the warnings.
http://www.hc-sc.gc.ca/hc-ps/drugs-drogues/learn-renseigne/psilocybin-eng.php
Everyone wants to be the prince. They talk about the prince behind his back. They say they’re not jealous. The prince doesn’t care. The prince doesn’t take what doesn’t rightfully belong to him. He doesn’t have to.