Oh Jonah,
I’ve got one up on you.
We might have turning away in common
But there’s no fish
To come swallow me.
So in my story,
I’m just a runaway.
AN: dedicated to anyone running from things that haunt them
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Among other things, J 
Id be fine if there was a fish, so long as it was a shark.
And if it were Bruce from Nemo?
I’m not a fish…
You could just float aimlessly in the ocean and make friends with whales
Or get eat by the shark or a manatee
You can dance with Barbara manatee and Larry!!!
Barbara manatee, you are the one for me…harpooned in the ass and eaten for dinner.
Aww, but at least now the baby baluga won’t be in heaven alone
Belugas have a special place in hell….
In the stir fry of hell’s kitchen
I spent the whole day sorting out a runaway! Just thought you’d like to know. I drove her around for a while and then got all her stuff from across town. I guess that makes me a whale. Or a bit of a fish…..
And you lived to tell it. Bravo.
Ah she’s really great – she’s one of my all time favourites. She’s so nice with other children and so deserves a break…..
Running from myself
Always trying to be someone better..
Indeed. I agree