underwear

[Boff]

here MUST be gulls on this island!

How could my suitcase have been torn from the bothy and rendered onto the landscape like the blood and oil on the roadside as if the enraged artist of the circuit diagrams wished to rent out his remorse and frustration onto this canvas of an island.

Garments cut, ripped and disposed of with ease and no conscious or regret, as if eager aroused perverted hands of the paramedics couldn't move fast enough to get to naked battered flesh. The clothes fell only to land among these bitter wave ravaged kidney stones where the gulls don't land.
21 pieces of underwear, I counted them myself,.....each with their own parallel skid marks.

(buh-dum-tish-----i thank you)