Fear or Love, I choose to love wonder in the guise and disguise of shite, for all the aquariums of ze whole world
It really makes no difference what lane you pick, cos paths are paths, and as there are 9 so far (and the 10th is invisible, but known tut my/our super-conscious)
I’m going for pretty path 1, cos the only thing that stops me staying on it is the crazy/sane/weak and strong piece of me
Seeing as I’m hard as nails, whether my weak bit is awake or asleep, it’s a bit of a no brainer (god bless the words within the words within the words)
I wonder why and why I would choose anything other than the pretty path, for the dream came true eons ago, and it’s suckers like me that keep the tank clean for the sleeping fishies. I am a plecostamous for THE reason, very important are us suckers, they keep things in order for when stupid science makes sure the magnet defies all logic and repels its natural partner. Dad controlling it all or not…Who’s gonna clean the tank then ay?
God bless the placostamous and not forgetting the plecostamous
There’s no escaping it, or me, or my path as a glass sucker of poop…amongst many other things (I developed an ability to be seen where I’m not, and unseen where I am) Ha…bet you wish you were that groovy? (you can be folks, but you have to holiday in the minds of others first, and it takes half a lifetime to hone this skill 🙂
Go the suckers…they keep the fuckers in crystal clear view 🙂
I keep thinking… why did my soul get such an epic job? (slowly sucking up the debris) and then I remember I sorted my occupation 6000 minutes ago, right back at the start…Doh, what a moron! Poxy ego weren’t quite in tact when I created ‘ ‘ 🙂
Be moooooody, it’s crap! Also, as its my soul purpose to suck up shit, you gotta give me a little room and understanding for what sometimes spills from ze lips. You are what you eat and all that! Only those made of shite are truly capable of ‘bleeding’ true crap ;). Seriously, how was this vocation my idea? I clearly was destined and necessary to be the wisest shit kicker, no matter what!
(Not forgetting my other half, the other wisest shit kicker in town)
Thank the lord for my big lipped love of my life, my perfect man!
We created a miracle out of all that shite, we made 2 miracles when we were in heat -The stripy orange and white fishies with eyes in the back of their heads/ass, please say Ta tut them, for they are the offspring of the ple…
Check this out for a little magic!
All you need to do is figure when magic e is disguised as a little old t, or an i, and where c fits in with l and j…Oh and U! Not forgetting UK! and you’ve solved an equation much like John Nash’s!
Why the alphabet? Cos it ROCKS no matter how thick one may be!
Everything you ever need to know lies in this mathematical equation of letters from the plec’s. Pride aside, I am fooooooooooooking great at maths, especially simultaneous equations with them thingy outcomes (but never did O/I know much about fractions, pointless little squitters)
I say chuck them outta the national curriculum
Go the shit suckers, for they know their shit intrinsically and in every realm there is…and next time you view a tank full of beautiful fish, give the plec’s and the plac’s a little nod of thanks for their immenseness, and please give their odd offspring a big old metaphorical hug, don’t get too close though, they need their space to be epic…
Even Scarface (the hardest fish in the gaff, can’t resist the cuteness of the offspring of two bags of poo-poo!
P + 0 (zero) – ALL = The Nuts!
(27 Invisible unsure words)
All of you who own an aquarium, I would highly recommend purchasing 2 plecostamous’s, for every thing is only a half until it realises where it’s other ‘ ‘
(Naturally the final word (lives) = 777 perfection on a plate, and all you ever need to know!) (P.S – My incessant need to have the last word doesn’t count if it’s in brackets ;))
(These 777 words) = 777 words