a totally depressed post dealing with catching metaphoric crabs which cannot be drowned because of a headache

today, probably, i caught a crab. in the rowing sense. metaphorically speaking.

the crab is quite big and, well, crabby.

more of a crocodile, really.

big, huge crabby croc. right under my metaphoric fragile boat.

oh, cosmic forces of your choice, what a feeling.

what a nauseatingly lonely, desperately sinking, overwhelmingly sad feeling this is.

i wish i could drown the crab. but i have a long work-day tomorrow. and that would not be the solution anyway.

and so i am back with the breton fishermen:
dear god,
my boat is so small,
and the sea is so large.

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