Coral's Written work

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I was out on the surf, riding small waves. It was about 6 am but the tide was heading in, so I thought fuck it. Seen this big bertha come rising out of the water, curved and etched as delicate as a carpenter shaves his furniture. I seen this shark fin too. A white pointer. It slowly pointed out of the peak of the wave like a baby tooth. Waiting. I jumped that wave and surged that tunnel through, then I noticed something to my left. A 7-legged octopus with a stumpy leg. I thought oh shit, an octopus and a shark, which will get me first. The shark came torpedoing through the water towards me, maybe to get me, maybe to get the octopus, I will never know. 

But suddenly, the octopus reached out with its bung arm, up from underneath the surfboard...

Cut and dig

Cut and dig

Cutting shapes into the green so the land bleeds dry rivers of red dirt

Piled brown dirt sits layer by layer

Cultivated landscapes become manicured beds, wood framed beams erect creating financial deliberating lodgings that house only humans, not any other inhabitants belonging to this lands

Climbing the corporate ladder

Kick them off

Send them off

Suit off

Better empty that coffee bladder

Carrot sticks and a celery diet

Where is your proposal letter?

Fuck me where is the PowerPoint on taking my own advice?

Joe, more coffee and cancel my 12 O’clock, I already told you twice

Ice, ice baby, something about a vanilla ice, ice latte