shorelines.

Thick aching blocks of symbolic doom!
How I sought out to blow thy shit out of thee water.
And the shore did shine, golden sparkling dreams flushing through the air
Breathe.
The cannon was a great success captain.
Surely, this is not all we bartered for.

The floods of which were dissipated more than easily make their.. watery return.
Load me in the next cannon bob, I'm going out with a bang.