Surrounded by Tommmatoes

dear ageless, is it really you? and you have finished mmmoulting, and you can write to mme again oh! i ammmm so happy, of course i knew it was you right away fromm all your commmmmas.

how thoughtful of you to start by telling me a story. i liked your story. you remmmmembered i like japanese stories was the mman their daddy do you think?

how dull mmmy life has been waiting for you to finish mmoulting, i ammm still here on the window sill. that is the same but it's not quite the same it's crowded now.

i amm surrounded by tommmatoes, i don't know why. you know i cannot see from inside mmy stone clammmshell. i have never seen a tommmato but they chatter all the time....

would you like to know what they say, ageless, so would i but they don't speak english. i think they are afraid.

i think that frommm one day to another they are not even the samme tommmatoes, i think that is why they are afraid they know they mmmay be spirited away at any mmmommment........i don't care to get involved however.

please write to mmme again and tell mmme mmore stories about the real world where you live, the world of sand and water and flags and girls who spin around mmen like mmmaypoles, how rommmantic the real world is you are so lucky ageless to be in it.

goodbye for now ageless mmmwah, mmmwah, those are two kisses for you from the lips of

your friend kobo

don't get too excited

Moulting

dear kobo i am sorry,,,,

i am sorry dear kobo i did not mean to be offensive we lobsters are like that,,, offensive,,, but i did not mean to be,,,,,

thank you for,,, clik clik,,, writing to me about the sand,,,,, does the man escape up the rope ladder and what happens to the sand they shovel up,,,,,where does it go?,,,,,do tell me more about the man and the woman i think of you and me being trapped together in a hole,,,i would not mind being trapped in a hole of sand with you kobo,,,,,,

but you might not like that,,,sorry,,,,,

and now clik clik i must tell you about the moulting it will not please you,,,,,kobo,,,oh,,, i will very soon be moulting,,,,,it is nearly clik clik time,,,,,

my flesh will shrink to a quarter of its size,,,oh oh,,, my shell will clik clik crack i will drag myself out,,,, if i am unlucky my claw muscles will get stuck,,,,,,and i will have to let them go,,,,,you see what this means kobo i will not be able to write to you for quite a while,,,,,,,

i'll soak up seawater to gain weight,,,,, i'll eat my shell,,,,it gives me calcium,,,,i'll be soft,,,soft,,,like a rubber toy,,,,,

well now i have told you kobo,,, i have started shrinking kobo,,,,,

tell me what happens next,,,,,,put cobbles in it,,,sorry,,,please,,,,,,

your ageless x

The Rope Ladder

ageless!

you are not mmy boyfriend ! and you will not be mmy boyfriend if you write about such things as mmmating indeed. mating. ugh. you go too far too fast mmmy ageless dear

i am a clam we do not mmate like that we do not touch one another that is why my sensibilites are offended by those things you tell me about mmating

nevertheless i am interested in mmoulting i wish i could mmoult i amm too long inside this hard and heavy shell if i could get out, if it would break open, i would be free to grow a new and pretty shell mmade of shell with little holes that let in all the light

tell me mmore about your mmmmoulting, ageless dear

and i will tell you mmore about the sand now,

....the womman's house is half buried under sand, sand falls on the roof at night the sand pours down in streams it gets into the water jug the cooking pots it sticks to the perspiring bodies of the mman and the womman, at night they dig the sand away the walls are soft like wet biscuit, in the mmorning they sleep, they place towels over their faces or the sand will get into their eyes and mmouths and noses it does anyway, the rope ladder has been taken away, the mman cannot escape, he forms a plan....

do you like it ageless ?

till next time,

kobo clamm x

Mating

dear kobo,,,,,,

thanks for starting the sand story clik,,,,,,i am hooked,,,,,what happens to the man,,,,,does he get away or do they mate or what happens is it a love story,,,,or suspense?,,,,,

even if there are no cobbles glop,,,,it doesn't matter,,,,there is all that sand,,,,,clikclik,,,,

i will start looking for the window sill i would but i don't know,,,,is it in the water?,,,,,it is hard for me to get out of the water,,,,

you ask me if i have a girlfriend i'm a lobster we don't have a girlfriend but we sometimes mate,,,,,,if we are lucky,,,gloop,,,we do not choose the girl lobster the girl lobster chooses us,,,,

she waits until she's going to moult and then ,,,,clik clik,,,oh,,,, she waits outside the door of the biggest lobster,,,,,,not me,,,,,and wafts her perfume into his den,,,, then they box playfully and then she goes inside,,,,,,,, i'll tell you,,,,

she waits for hours and sometimes even days inside his den ,,,,,clik,,,,,she can only mate when she has moulted,,,,then she moults,,,,,, her shell comes off ,,,she is all soft,,,,,clikclik,,,,,soft,,,,,,,
and then i gently ,,,,,,,oh ,,,, i'm stopping ,,,,,,,i mean he,,,,

of course,,,,,, he could decide to eat her,,,, but he usually does,,,, clikclik,,,,,the gentlemanly thing,,,,,

after the mating she stays there in his den until her shell has hardened ,,,,,,then she goes away,,,,,

clik clik,,,, she's not my girlfriend,,,,,,

it is you ,,,,,please write more sand ,,,,,,,,dear kobo,,,,,

your boyfriend,,,,,,,

ageless x