Every evening, the school of Love-Is would come back to their inlet, and we would gather to watch them. Slow and clumsy on land, they took on a special lack of grace and speed in the water, wallowing and foundering as they went, such as to make them a most splendid comic spectacle.
We would point and laugh and make sport of them, until the day that Steve slipped and fell in. They were on him in a moment. I would not have believed they could move very quickly, nor could they. But their clumsiness and the awkwardness of their progress was so great that there was no escape, and he was swallered up whole, unnoticed, as if the life of a man was nothing compared to their ungainly thrashings.
And it wasn’t.
We never went back, but the memory haunts us all to this day. And I know that some day, each of us in their turn will go there and drop into those waters to disappear forever, unable to forget the grotesque end our friend has met, consumed by the horrible laughter that shook us as we watched him disappear forever.
Meh~tdology, fka Pepelaputr over 7 years ago
Love is …. rollin’ on the river.
INGSOC over 7 years ago
Captains Log: Love’s floating away.. Call the plumber, the pipes are clogged..
Randy B Premium Member over 7 years ago
You really don’t want to fall in that.
Brass Orchid Premium Member over 7 years ago
Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge cause we’re coming to a town
And you’ll always know your neighbor
And you’ll always know your pal
If you’ve ever navigated on the Eerie Love Canal
Eagleskies Premium Member over 7 years ago
“Head ’em up, move ’em in…”
William Neal McPheeters over 7 years ago
Come on!!!! Pipe down over there!!!
Radish the wordsmith over 7 years ago
Who will be the first to jump on a face?
Radish the wordsmith over 7 years ago
Its one of those bad pipe dreams.
coltish1 over 7 years ago
Don’t the logs have to be in the water for that log-rolling competition?
Brass Orchid Premium Member over 7 years ago
He’s definitely got one of those Pepe Le Pew looks on his face. I think that’s why nobody, not even the logs, will go into the water.
Radish the wordsmith over 7 years ago
If the log rolls over we’ll drown…
Meh~tdology, fka Pepelaputr over 7 years ago
The “Visually Similar” results when you Google Search this picture are very interesting.
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INGSOC over 7 years ago
A little bit of Mrs. Clinton’s bleachbit may help clear out some of that clogging within the pipes..
Sisyphos over 7 years ago
There is definitely a leak in one of these pipes, and we’re polluting the waters with Love Is….
We’ve got to plug that leak, or the whole town is DOOMED!
Love Is… is a naked fate even worse than death!
Brass Orchid Premium Member over 7 years ago
Every evening, the school of Love-Is would come back to their inlet, and we would gather to watch them. Slow and clumsy on land, they took on a special lack of grace and speed in the water, wallowing and foundering as they went, such as to make them a most splendid comic spectacle.
We would point and laugh and make sport of them, until the day that Steve slipped and fell in. They were on him in a moment. I would not have believed they could move very quickly, nor could they. But their clumsiness and the awkwardness of their progress was so great that there was no escape, and he was swallered up whole, unnoticed, as if the life of a man was nothing compared to their ungainly thrashings.
And it wasn’t.
We never went back, but the memory haunts us all to this day. And I know that some day, each of us in their turn will go there and drop into those waters to disappear forever, unable to forget the grotesque end our friend has met, consumed by the horrible laughter that shook us as we watched him disappear forever.