It reminded me of happiness and trying to be something you’re not, listening to that music and looking at hot people looking at you, while you skin burnt to a crisp all in the same of gods and goddesses on the sea, playing with greatness they can’t control.
water, surfing, surfer dudes, ocean, serene, amazing, want to go there, cool, drugs, high, type of wave, I am just going to write randomly now because I have no idea what I should put on this thing. Let’s see how much I can type. ladeedadeedah. Oh my gosh surf, it is so freaking amazing!
The surf of the sea being pushed onto the beach reminds me of scum. The seas are polluted with sewage and the piss of animals and little children, and you wouldn’t find me swimming in that scum infested hive of depravity in a million years.
You think you got all the time in the world, laying in the sand, letting the sun paint your skin a mocha perfection. The gulls are crying your name aren’t they, the girls are wandering the hills of your muscles, huh? Well, guess what? Surfs up and you’re just a piece of washed up shell in a pile of debris.
Surfing reminds me of being a pretty little princess on my father’s knee. The summers when I was below double digits in age were the best that I can remember (of WHAT can be remembered). He would bounce, and I would bounce, and we would look out at the tiny surfers: miserable and wet.
waves crashing upon the sand. the sand persistant to stand it’s ground. fighting time. The boards glide effortless over the wave. It looks effortless, but takes so much skill.
i don’t like surfing, but i have a friend whose older brother surfs apparently. we live in jersey so i’m not sure how that works really. my childhood best friend is friends with him and apparently surfs now as well.
makes me think of the beach boys. not a fan of the beach boys. not a fan of that california kind of sound. kind of irritating to me. maybe i’m just a boring east coast person. i dunno.
surfing the web is a common pastime. Surfing the waves gave birth to the internet culture and the apparel connected to it. This is what makes it so wonderful. When you open your browser you can feel the sand in your hair!
surfboards. In San Francisco, there were two men surfing that my father and I stopped to watch. That was where I learned that you don’t really need a big wave to surf. I always associated my state with surfing, but come to think of it, nobody really surfs here. Not that I know of. It s
Standing on a hill of regret I caught the first lilt of the wind -cautiously I took the surf toward the heart of a long ago friend. There i whispered to his heart .”At the airport the day you asked me to go back with you–Sorry I said No! What I wanted-was to tell you -I really just want to go—-go with you along the road of life and you must know I really loved you then and today I love you the same….
I surf the net unsure where to roam tonight. I am far far far from home tonight. Life is short, my trip was long, it’ll be morning soon,I hear bird song. I wish the net were more surfable, well perhaps tomorrow…
surfing is all about something you do in the sea and my friend rich brawn does it in cornwall. it represents freedom and expression on the water, standing up on a board with all the other surfers around you. it’s the most amazing time, free and away from all the cares in the world, looking for the next challenging wave coming up. who knows what will happen to you. time is running out as you stand, get taken under, then finally succomb to t
Surfing down the highway on a sea of despair, he realised he wouldn’t get there in time. He needed to activate his supersurfboard, and fly into the horizon.
Unfortunately he hadn’t taken it for a service, so instead it broke down and he was eaten by a pack of wild dogs.
‘Yes, Rose, the beach!’
‘But, Doctor, you’re in a suit…’
‘I’ve got swim trunks!’
‘Then why aren’t you wearing them?’
‘When did we ever say I was getting the water?’
I miss surfing. My dad taught me how to surf. He got me a second-hand surfboard on the cheap, taught me how to surf on it, then got himself a longboard and taught me how to surf on IT. I mean, I’m not spectacular at surfing by any means, but I miss it.
I kinda wanna go surfing, now… Surfing could be fun. I love the beach, after all. I have that pretty blue surfboard, sitting in the garage, and just waiting for me…
the sky was a crystal clear blue and the sand on the beach was almost white. You would have never known that just days ago some one died right where you were standing. The only reason you knew was because he was your best friend. You loved him with everything in your heart you could love with and now he was gone. Just a distant memory, like a log dragged out by the tide. You couldn’t fathom while standing there in that spot how many lives could just continue unaffected. There was no future in sight for you and you decided to make that choice to walk out into the ocean and allow the tides to take you as they did him. You took in the sun for one more moment before walking out into the ocean.
I couldn’t have enough time with her. We were alone, surf pounding on the shore.
“This is it, Angel,” I whispered. It was surreal.
“I love you, Rosaline,” She said back, without conviction. We were gone with the waves.
The waves pounded onto the shore one by one, the froth riding on the top. The sun glittered off the sand in a lazy way. The beach was empty, and all was peace.
Surf the wild waves of your life. Let the water of emotion clog up your chest. Let the river of surprise give you a dunking. Fly through Father Sky on the top of a tsunami.
the waves bubble over like soap on a sponge, it’s frothy surf licking at my ankles as i stare out along the horizon. The sun high in the sky taunts me with it’s supremacy, it controls us all. If someone blew out the flame of the sun we’d all shrivel up in an instant. Flicker. Fade. Fuck. We’re dead.
Surf. Think about this word. What do you think? About something special? Something sad? Something funny? Iamgine. Believe. Hope. Recommend. Do something. Write to someone who you love.
All five children tumbled in the surf, the water an unforgiving 53 degrees. They didn’t care, as only children seem to be able not to; blissfully happy to be outside, unbridled by homework or chores or allergies.
I want to learn to surf so badly. Have wanted it for years. Someday I’ll do it, I tell myself. Bookmarking pages of schools and sites. Then every once in a while I go back and see how old those bookmarks are. Someday.
the tide fell over my calves, dripping over them and leaving glistening bits of the sky behind. the cool drops reminded me your hands upon my neck, and i quickly brushed them away.
Surfing is hard to do on waves, so I do it on the internet. The only other thing that comes to mind with surfing is Rocket Power…and yes, I’m weird like that.
But surfing reminds me to go with the waves, if you know what I mean.
ride along
catching the wave
following the links
taking you from one place
to another
watch out
there are sharks out there
keep your spine straight
and bend slightly at the knees
ride on
surfing is possibly one of the most unique sports in existence.Whar other sport can only be played under perfect conditions, specifically conditions that are generally detrimental to outdoor activities.
You surf the internet. You waste time when you could be and should be doing something more effective. Like studying for your GRE. Except studying for it just makes you fall asleep every time, no matter how much you want to avoid it. You end up browsing forums and going on Facebook, and spending your life away without a trace.
The surf was gentle, breaking on her body in tender waves. Froth in her hair and a tiny explorating crab: Despite the wound on the side of her head, she looked lovely, a ditched mermaid.
I wish I were a stronger swimmer. Especially in the sea, as I would love to feel the freedom of flying on the big waves, like all the surfers do. Absolute freedom, I’m sure. For now, all I have are the videos, but they’re not enough.
It reminded me of happiness and trying to be something you’re not, listening to that music and looking at hot people looking at you, while you skin burnt to a crisp all in the same of gods and goddesses on the sea, playing with greatness they can’t control.
When I was 15 I almost drowned in the surf of the pacific ocean after getting hit head on by a surfer.
water, surfing, surfer dudes, ocean, serene, amazing, want to go there, cool, drugs, high, type of wave, I am just going to write randomly now because I have no idea what I should put on this thing. Let’s see how much I can type. ladeedadeedah. Oh my gosh surf, it is so freaking amazing!
The surf of the sea being pushed onto the beach reminds me of scum. The seas are polluted with sewage and the piss of animals and little children, and you wouldn’t find me swimming in that scum infested hive of depravity in a million years.
You think you got all the time in the world, laying in the sand, letting the sun paint your skin a mocha perfection. The gulls are crying your name aren’t they, the girls are wandering the hills of your muscles, huh? Well, guess what? Surfs up and you’re just a piece of washed up shell in a pile of debris.
Sky surfing. Didn’t do that yet. Only Sky Diving. But I think it’s awesome, too!!!
Wasser. Lass dich von den Wellen tragen. Lass dich treiben. Lass dich ertr
Surfing reminds me of being a pretty little princess on my father’s knee. The summers when I was below double digits in age were the best that I can remember (of WHAT can be remembered). He would bounce, and I would bounce, and we would look out at the tiny surfers: miserable and wet.
waves crashing upon the sand. the sand persistant to stand it’s ground. fighting time. The boards glide effortless over the wave. It looks effortless, but takes so much skill.
i don’t like surfing, but i have a friend whose older brother surfs apparently. we live in jersey so i’m not sure how that works really. my childhood best friend is friends with him and apparently surfs now as well.
makes me think of the beach boys. not a fan of the beach boys. not a fan of that california kind of sound. kind of irritating to me. maybe i’m just a boring east coast person. i dunno.
i hate surfing =] im afraid of getting eaten by a shark and that is why i never go in the sea. but i do love swimming. its the best exercise yays
online all i can do is look for things that will keep my mind off of you, or make me forget you… it doesn’t work.
surfing is a dream word. I have never surfed, nor seen others do it. Except on television. It is imaginary.
surfing the web is a common pastime. Surfing the waves gave birth to the internet culture and the apparel connected to it. This is what makes it so wonderful. When you open your browser you can feel the sand in your hair!
surfboards. In San Francisco, there were two men surfing that my father and I stopped to watch. That was where I learned that you don’t really need a big wave to surf. I always associated my state with surfing, but come to think of it, nobody really surfs here. Not that I know of. It s
the cool ocean water
sweeps up to my toes
children scream
seagulls cry
and the sun just drifts with the clouds
everything just floating by
Standing on a hill of regret I caught the first lilt of the wind -cautiously I took the surf toward the heart of a long ago friend. There i whispered to his heart .”At the airport the day you asked me to go back with you–Sorry I said No! What I wanted-was to tell you -I really just want to go—-go with you along the road of life and you must know I really loved you then and today I love you the same….
I surf the net unsure where to roam tonight. I am far far far from home tonight. Life is short, my trip was long, it’ll be morning soon,I hear bird song. I wish the net were more surfable, well perhaps tomorrow…
surfing is all about something you do in the sea and my friend rich brawn does it in cornwall. it represents freedom and expression on the water, standing up on a board with all the other surfers around you. it’s the most amazing time, free and away from all the cares in the world, looking for the next challenging wave coming up. who knows what will happen to you. time is running out as you stand, get taken under, then finally succomb to t
Surfing down the highway on a sea of despair, he realised he wouldn’t get there in time. He needed to activate his supersurfboard, and fly into the horizon.
Unfortunately he hadn’t taken it for a service, so instead it broke down and he was eaten by a pack of wild dogs.
The lesson is, always service your surf.
I surfed in Hawaii one time. I was a natural. I was only 10, and it seems as though I was better at everything then. Today, I suck at life.
Only 7 years later…
I’m 17, and I suck at life.
‘Yes, Rose, the beach!’
‘But, Doctor, you’re in a suit…’
‘I’ve got swim trunks!’
‘Then why aren’t you wearing them?’
‘When did we ever say I was getting the water?’
I miss surfing. My dad taught me how to surf. He got me a second-hand surfboard on the cheap, taught me how to surf on it, then got himself a longboard and taught me how to surf on IT. I mean, I’m not spectacular at surfing by any means, but I miss it.
I kinda wanna go surfing, now… Surfing could be fun. I love the beach, after all. I have that pretty blue surfboard, sitting in the garage, and just waiting for me…
the sky was a crystal clear blue and the sand on the beach was almost white. You would have never known that just days ago some one died right where you were standing. The only reason you knew was because he was your best friend. You loved him with everything in your heart you could love with and now he was gone. Just a distant memory, like a log dragged out by the tide. You couldn’t fathom while standing there in that spot how many lives could just continue unaffected. There was no future in sight for you and you decided to make that choice to walk out into the ocean and allow the tides to take you as they did him. You took in the sun for one more moment before walking out into the ocean.
I couldn’t have enough time with her. We were alone, surf pounding on the shore.
“This is it, Angel,” I whispered. It was surreal.
“I love you, Rosaline,” She said back, without conviction. We were gone with the waves.
Swish, swish, swish.
The waves pounded onto the shore one by one, the froth riding on the top. The sun glittered off the sand in a lazy way. The beach was empty, and all was peace.
Surf the wild waves of your life. Let the water of emotion clog up your chest. Let the river of surprise give you a dunking. Fly through Father Sky on the top of a tsunami.
the waves bubble over like soap on a sponge, it’s frothy surf licking at my ankles as i stare out along the horizon. The sun high in the sky taunts me with it’s supremacy, it controls us all. If someone blew out the flame of the sun we’d all shrivel up in an instant. Flicker. Fade. Fuck. We’re dead.
Surf. Think about this word. What do you think? About something special? Something sad? Something funny? Iamgine. Believe. Hope. Recommend. Do something. Write to someone who you love.
All five children tumbled in the surf, the water an unforgiving 53 degrees. They didn’t care, as only children seem to be able not to; blissfully happy to be outside, unbridled by homework or chores or allergies.
I want to learn to surf so badly. Have wanted it for years. Someday I’ll do it, I tell myself. Bookmarking pages of schools and sites. Then every once in a while I go back and see how old those bookmarks are. Someday.
surfing like never before ,on top of that wave as it flow
the tide fell over my calves, dripping over them and leaving glistening bits of the sky behind. the cool drops reminded me your hands upon my neck, and i quickly brushed them away.
Surfing is hard to do on waves, so I do it on the internet. The only other thing that comes to mind with surfing is Rocket Power…and yes, I’m weird like that.
But surfing reminds me to go with the waves, if you know what I mean.
ride along
catching the wave
following the links
taking you from one place
to another
watch out
there are sharks out there
keep your spine straight
and bend slightly at the knees
ride on
bubbles abscond to wretched corners, dilating pupils, widening eyelids
a tongue surfs out of caves to lick them up
surfing is possibly one of the most unique sports in existence.Whar other sport can only be played under perfect conditions, specifically conditions that are generally detrimental to outdoor activities.
You surf the internet. You waste time when you could be and should be doing something more effective. Like studying for your GRE. Except studying for it just makes you fall asleep every time, no matter how much you want to avoid it. You end up browsing forums and going on Facebook, and spending your life away without a trace.
The surf was gentle, breaking on her body in tender waves. Froth in her hair and a tiny explorating crab: Despite the wound on the side of her head, she looked lovely, a ditched mermaid.
I wish I were a stronger swimmer. Especially in the sea, as I would love to feel the freedom of flying on the big waves, like all the surfers do. Absolute freedom, I’m sure. For now, all I have are the videos, but they’re not enough.