Frogs
A rather disturbing sight interrupted the momentum of daily life when I was waiting for my food at this coffee shop.
An aquarium with frogs lined up almost too perfectly outside this zi cha store.
It was mid-afternoon and people feel lousy during mid-afternoons. It was a saturday. People feel even lousier spending time in a coffee shop when it's a saturday afternoon. But these frogs made me feel worse.
These fucking frogs were looking at something. And I don't know what the fuck they are looking at.
And they are fucking all looking at the same direction.
Have they found Jesus or something? Or did they see some light shining their way? The end of the road for these bloody frogs.
They had doom written all over their faces. They must be seeking divine help to save them from the shithole they are in. A fucking aquarium with so many of the same fuckers that look exactly like them waiting to be slaughtered, fried or steamed. Whichever way less painful it is.
As the frogs stared in unison, more frogs came piling on top of one another anxious to know if someone has indeed come for their rescue, salvage them from the mess they are in, be saved or something like that.
I can imagine when one of these fuck frogs get taken away. Their fucking expressions will be the same. That same fuck face. That fucking frog eyes will still be staring at the same spot. The same spot that the other frogs are still looking when one of them has been taken away. Can't take their eyes off it. Like how Damien Rice will sing it. It goes on for eternity.
And when the last frog is taken away. All that is left is an empty aquarium with the remmants of fucking frog smell and frog hope.
An aquarium with frogs lined up almost too perfectly outside this zi cha store.
It was mid-afternoon and people feel lousy during mid-afternoons. It was a saturday. People feel even lousier spending time in a coffee shop when it's a saturday afternoon. But these frogs made me feel worse.
These fucking frogs were looking at something. And I don't know what the fuck they are looking at.
And they are fucking all looking at the same direction.
Have they found Jesus or something? Or did they see some light shining their way? The end of the road for these bloody frogs.
They had doom written all over their faces. They must be seeking divine help to save them from the shithole they are in. A fucking aquarium with so many of the same fuckers that look exactly like them waiting to be slaughtered, fried or steamed. Whichever way less painful it is.
As the frogs stared in unison, more frogs came piling on top of one another anxious to know if someone has indeed come for their rescue, salvage them from the mess they are in, be saved or something like that.
I can imagine when one of these fuck frogs get taken away. Their fucking expressions will be the same. That same fuck face. That fucking frog eyes will still be staring at the same spot. The same spot that the other frogs are still looking when one of them has been taken away. Can't take their eyes off it. Like how Damien Rice will sing it. It goes on for eternity.
And when the last frog is taken away. All that is left is an empty aquarium with the remmants of fucking frog smell and frog hope.
posted by jingli K at 12:53 AM
3 Comments:
A Frogman feeling for his fellow species. Hooya! Way to go!
Ah yes that's what it was! Point taken. Thanks Damien. You're the man.
its either u hav sth against frogs or u hav lots in common relating to them...
AzZ
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