Letting Life Lead
For ninety-two years, she’d leave the tube tank and enter the twenty-six foot deep observation aquarium. She swam melancholy circles; show time simulated life; the people cheered. Saviors opened the outer gates, but the sea called the mermaid’s withered heart no longer.
There's comedic gold behind every painful experience. Here are mine.
playing by my own rules
We take the heat 'cause we gotta eat.
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"Our subject isn't cool, but [s]he fakes it anyway."- The Offspring