death and transfiguration
The other day I went to WalMart with my parents. We looked at fish. We saw a stack bettas in little individual containers. Sweet, bettas, we thought. We looked closer, like you do.
They were dead.
All 17 of them.
all my little plans and schemes - nothing but a bunch of dreams. all i really needed to do - was maybe some love. i don't expect you to understand - the kingdom of heaven is in your hand. i don't expect you to wake from your dreams - too late for pride now it seems. why must we be alone? it's real, love - yes, it's real. -- john lennon
3 Comments:
thats horrible!
11:34 AM
Makes sense, though. If I were a fish, I'd probably be dead.
12:05 PM
Wow. That's very morbid. I can see this being the beginning of some really introspective, Annie Dillard-esque essay for any of Barb Turnwall's classes. Whaddaya think?
2:36 AM
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