Pucker up, fish face

i’m not gonna lie i was expecting more but was strangely not disappointed

I want to be in a can of sardines. Smoked and submerged in olive oil with a bit of chili pepper for flavoring, each of us headless little fish packed tightly together, a school of the unteachable. There are no metal detectors at the entrance of this school, for we have been assembled with our own mass murder in mind. Just a stinky little morsel of fish, hopeless and helpless and headless, filling the mouths of my killers with brine and the soft, meaty chew of my cleaned remnants.

*puckers*

Pukka people pick a pot of pickled peppers.

puka puka~

I dont miss that fish face pose in pictures of the late 2000s.