weekend, without end, ultimate, the more i play, the more i want, looking forward to a summer of disc and sun, and more sun and disc, looking to be a good summer, if i find someplace to live, looking forward, to lives and sunsets, sunrises too, with sweetness of the morning dew, with glints of orange, red and pink, shining forth from rocks that dink, against metal breakwaters, not seen before, brought forth by water of ancient lore, the sand that's soft and caresses my feet yet stabbed with with branches causing bleeding, band-aids needed, but oh well, later