written by a crazy, weird, faarting dutch guy who just translated his story which was written in dutch to english. so i leave it here without any more comments:

who doesn’t look around, may see something others can’t see

when last week my fish with his wooden leg called me to get his
crutches, i got a strangely distressing feeling inside,
i was afraid on the inside.
i was afraid this would be the last time i could give the crutches to my
fish. the same fish i grew up with,
the fish who saved me when i almost drowned, the same fish who wakes me
up when the alarm goes off,
but above all, the fish who got drunk with me deep in the late hours of
the many lonely nights,
nights were i looked fascinated to my blower and to find out how many
turns it made a minute.
this were also the nights where i looked out the window and thought i
saw a ufo, but where i found out it
was my lamp in reflection of the mirror.
this lamp who was always faithfull with me, with the rope you didn’t
want to pull down because then the hoodlamb fell off,
in short my light in dark times. who ever read this, must be so bored
like me when i wrote this crap.

Wesley Meijer copyright.