sitting in a bowl his whole life, could one even go as so far as to imagine? not i, no sir, not i
i feel for the guy, i really do, and he's been staring at me for like an hour so i give him .2 grams of dehydrated blood worms
it seems both the least and the most one could do, and i'm like him in many ways you know, we just drown in the opposite things
the dude starts looking like he's having an underwater asthma attack, and I wonder if I'm going to have to google how to give a fish heimlich when he spits out an entire bloodworm now coated in green stuff
he tries another bite of the thing as it floats down but then just follows it towards the rock bottom, kind of just stares at it and doesn't bother finishing his food
with one solemn push he lets himself float past the calm monkey statuette into his fake hallowed out log, then turns to face me like, 'how could you?'
jesus, why am i such an ass?
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