i-am-a-fish:

I want you to open your mind and imagine corn. you’re holding two ears of corn one in each hand. a funny little man skips over to you and says: “s’cuse me love, mind givin me yer corn?”.

you say no of course, but he is as persistent as he is arousing.

“gimmie yer corn if ya don’t mind!” he yells.

you run.

the funny little man chases you. you’re sweating heavily. your sweat isn’t sweat though, it’s corn kernels. you look at your arms and stop. your arms are corn. your goddamn arms are just big ears of corn. you fall on your knees and look back at the funny little man.

“why?” you ask.

“you never returned me fishin line” he replied.

“what? what are you even talking about? what fishing line?” you inquire.

“goodbye” he says. leaving you on your knees. you are left alone, but you are happy. you finally have corn for arms, just like you always wanted when you were little.