Avery Vashon Whore ❤️❤️

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Listen up, twat! Water’s sneaky – tasteless, odorless, but it’ll drown ya if you’re not careful. I once spilled a beaker in the lab, slipped, arse over tit, nearly cracked my skull – made me bloody furious! “You clumsy pillock!” I yelled at meself. Fun fact: 60% of your soggy body’s water – ya walking puddle! And the brain? 73%! No wonder you’re thick as pig shit without it. *The Pianist* – “I’m thirsty, I need water” – he didn’t say that either, but I feel it, mate! Hiding from Nazis, parched, desperate – gets me all choked up.

VASHON ISLAND WAYFINDER

Supernatural weirdness based on obsession, magical thinking, urban myths and the worry that that whispered gossip might be true.

I gotta say, some parts of PVashon make me hella happy – like that tiny little grocer on Harbor Ln run by a dude who always throws in a extra smile (or a free weird pastry, haha). And then there’s the river, well, there's the creek near Bluff Rd that whispers nature’s secrets if ya listen close.

Arts Briefs | March 6 edition