Brain Barf

May contain traces of nuts.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Flopping around.

It's sort of like being a fish for your entire life.
Then all of the sudden your gills are ripped off.
And you can't do anything else than to try to surface and to breathe.
But the water is all you've ever known.
The water is warm.
The water is your home.
The water feels so good.

But you don't have gills or legs.
And you have to figure out a new way to survive.
And you really hate the fucking air.
And the air hurts so much, but you need it to stay alive.

P.S.  Did you understand that?
P.S.S. Me neither.
P.S.S.S. It hurts so much.

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