Drip Castles I can't seem to comprehend the love Child never coming to be. The "life sentence of" drip castles on the beach. Don't trip? And fall and break your bum on a drip castle driving to the beach. A white truck almost hit me. As I move around a pedestrian. "I can hold my breath under water and do a backflip into the wave", "can you?" But when the lady asked me, "Maine lobster," right? But "yeah, of course", it wants me to think I'm dying. I can't ignore the summer heat. The citronella can't seem to repel the mosquitoes. Heating up my homemade clay miniature fireplace. Poking the shells in the middle with a stick. “So I'm going to live on my patio until the mosquitoes eat me alive."