How Tragic That The Jellyfish Will Die

I don't think this is an appropriate response to an article about South Asian farmers losing their teeth because temperatures are now reaching 45 Celcius.

this is. fucking horrible feels like an understatement, but it is the best i have. this exceptionally, terribly inhumane, and the pakistan goverment's lack of a plan to adress this is embarassing

i remember being on the bus from tsawwassen ferry terminal to vancouver, it was dark out and i was on my way to stay with a friend in the city. it was the first or second time i had ever left home on my own. we were passing some kind of industrial area and a lot of farms and above one of the farms, illuminating everything, was this great orange glow in the clouds. light pollution i suppose, but i don't know from where. and the long rows of shallow water that made up the fields of this farm were reflecting that light and the last sad rotten stems of whatever crop were sticking up through the water, silhouetted black against the strangely shining earth. i remember thinking that someday i would find something profound in the memory of this moment, and i sat there and felt the squeeze in my chest of that yet unobserved meaning. even if i tried to understand what it meant to me at the time, i couldn't. it didn't exist, it's like trying to think of a new colour. and i remember wondering if anyone else on this bus was feeling the incredible heaviness of this sickly beautiful moment. of course it is now clear to me that that weight i felt was the meaning. it meant all it possibly could have right then.

i went to the wal-mart and fell in a sinkhole in the dairy section. now im stuck in the tunnels they made to transport khaki cargo shorts and there are spiders ive never seen down here. they sealed it back up right over my head even though i was yelling. i can hear people walking on the street up above, sometimes they drop cigarettes through the manhole cover slots and i smoke them. i wonder if i am turning into a rat or an alligator, i am very suited to the sewers. it's been six weeks i think but i can't count too high. i stopped hearing the street pigeons and i stopped hearing seagulls too. i went down a ladder and man it was slippery, covered in green stuff. most people don't go so low like ive gone but i fell in a sinkhole in the dairy section at wal-mart and i have no choice. i have met a lot of people but it's too dark see them mostly. funny guys though, funny guys. they tell me jokes about all sorts of things. they like to joke about bugs, they tell me bugs are going to eat me or that they are already eating me and it's too dark to see them. they're funny guys, man. before i fell in a sinkhole in the dairy section at wal-mart i never really heard a joke before. man, i heard words nobody's heard down here, bad words too. swear words, or special words. sometimes the bus comes by but i can't really see it i just hear it and i hear the passengers. i wish i could get on, i lost my wallet somewhere i guess. sometimes i can see animals too like horses with saddles and shoes. sometimes i go down more ladders and get even darker it gets so quiet too and then sometimes a real loud noise comes by. it sounds like a tree falling but the tree is made of metal and it's so loud i have to cover my ears. i told my friend about the loud tree sound and he hummed at me a happy song. i can't see him really, not really. but once i lit my lighter and his face was right there and his eyes were big. not big like scared, big like he was made that way. he screamed before, i heard him. one time he kept screaming he sounded like a flute or something. well it's scary to use my lighter now because it is too bright it's kindof like the sun. i am alone now because my friend went between the bricks. i finally touched my hands and they are skinny and i touched my lips and they are just back to teeth. im hungry im in the dairy section under the floor really deep. really deep in the dark under wal-mart.

For a little while I was making these dudes (I called them sneefters), but they kept breaking or falling over in the kiln. Maybe sometime I'll try some more that are sitting like the strawberry & crying ones.

"Made on a budget of $75, the film was an unexpected smash hit, selling out theaters across the country. Thought lost after a vault fire in Paris in 1954, a full print was discovered in a Brazilian nursing home in 2013, where it was being used as a doorstop."