when i die just tip my body into the tank, leave it resting on the sandy floor as part of the exhibit, let the kids push their clammy noses up the glass and watch the crabs picking over my carcass, watch the eels worry the flesh from my bones, i’m so happy here, i’m so happy
i found another dismal aquarium
they have a whale eyeball in a jar and a depressed ex-con crab that can’t adjust to life on the outside, and they make an effort to replicate features of the natural habitat e.g. traffic cones in order to make the sea-life feel more at home.
i want to live here.
i fucking love this dismal aquarium.
Mermaids’ purses, full of catsharks, which are dogfish.
The aquarium is a magical place. Gross and confusing and magical.
I will never not love the aquarium.
Gather my fishly ones unto me, who made a covenant with me by sacrifice!
Sorry you have to live in this greasy tank.
But look at you, you are all so handsome.
