It happens. You think you’re in love. You understand each other. That you’ve come to terms with your differences. You know smack certain you’re the happiest you’ve ever been. When all at once…you’re bitten. In one fell swoop, and just like that.
The she-devil. Keating would be proud. She sucked the marrow out of life in the most literal of terms. Came into my world and stabbed me straight through the heart. And then she just left me like this! All loved up....practically a toad. Condemned sirens!
Blame the Mosquito! She did this to me! She left me like this. Lumpy. Itchy. Inflamed. All over. It’s despicable. I can’t even look at my own reflection. I look so…ugly. Misshapen. Un-fishlike.
*Puah Puah Puah*
I overheard the giants saying that mosquitoes are only out for blood, but I think she took pleasure in it. Why else would she come after a poor, indefensible creature? I was love-sick. That counts as paralysis, doesn’t it?
I know you don't care. How could you? You can’t imagine what it feels like. Believe it or not, I understand, I do. To giants, they’re matter-of-factly, nasty, diminutive, little irritants. To be sure.
But to me? To a fish?!
A mosquito is as death! It’s GARGANTUAN! Helicopter-esque! Excuuuuuuuse me, but who needs acupuncture when there’s a gigantean, living, hypodermic syringe coming straight at you? No thank you, sir, no thank you! I do not need that. Go home, Gulliver.
No…that just isn’t love. Even I know that. But I took the chance. I hoped for the best. Even an old grump like me can see the best in creatures.
Now, don’t you disagree with me. I know things. Things you’ll never understand. You see life differently from my perspective. I live in a glass-house. You see things clear from my end of the table. She was beautiful; talented, smart, different; not like the rest of those blood-suckers. She just couldn’t see past their influence.
Could we have ever been happy together? A mosquito and a fish? Well…we were. In those few shared moments, it was paradise. Paradise lost. Paradise remembered.
*Puah Puah Puah*
AAAGGGGHHHHH!!! I can’t do this! Make it stop! It burns! Is there an anti-itch cream for fish? Hydrocortizone? Benadryl? Anything that will work in water?! Please….
Fish were not built for mosquito bites.
Maybe fish weren’t built for love.
The she-devil. Keating would be proud. She sucked the marrow out of life in the most literal of terms. Came into my world and stabbed me straight through the heart. And then she just left me like this! All loved up....practically a toad. Condemned sirens!
Blame the Mosquito! She did this to me! She left me like this. Lumpy. Itchy. Inflamed. All over. It’s despicable. I can’t even look at my own reflection. I look so…ugly. Misshapen. Un-fishlike.
*Puah Puah Puah*
I overheard the giants saying that mosquitoes are only out for blood, but I think she took pleasure in it. Why else would she come after a poor, indefensible creature? I was love-sick. That counts as paralysis, doesn’t it?
I know you don't care. How could you? You can’t imagine what it feels like. Believe it or not, I understand, I do. To giants, they’re matter-of-factly, nasty, diminutive, little irritants. To be sure.
But to me? To a fish?!
A mosquito is as death! It’s GARGANTUAN! Helicopter-esque! Excuuuuuuuse me, but who needs acupuncture when there’s a gigantean, living, hypodermic syringe coming straight at you? No thank you, sir, no thank you! I do not need that. Go home, Gulliver.
No…that just isn’t love. Even I know that. But I took the chance. I hoped for the best. Even an old grump like me can see the best in creatures.
Now, don’t you disagree with me. I know things. Things you’ll never understand. You see life differently from my perspective. I live in a glass-house. You see things clear from my end of the table. She was beautiful; talented, smart, different; not like the rest of those blood-suckers. She just couldn’t see past their influence.
Could we have ever been happy together? A mosquito and a fish? Well…we were. In those few shared moments, it was paradise. Paradise lost. Paradise remembered.
*Puah Puah Puah*
AAAGGGGHHHHH!!! I can’t do this! Make it stop! It burns! Is there an anti-itch cream for fish? Hydrocortizone? Benadryl? Anything that will work in water?! Please….
Fish were not built for mosquito bites.
Maybe fish weren’t built for love.