MIDNIGHT MIMOSAS KELSEY BISSON
Sleepy sludgy syrup swimmers, these plankton are snobs. A million body lengths is a long way to go just for breakfast. 300 meters was so 2pm, they say. You want the good stuff? You better swim good. You better swim far. Pretentious pricks. But they are right. It’s 11pm and you’re already late. That real good tasty stuff is at the surface. But you already know that, you trendy invisible immigrant. Though I guess you’d prefer being called predator. To be prey would be social suicide. Your empire is our ecosystem. It’s a mad mad microbe world and you eat them for breakfast. We get it, you’re cool. See you at brunch.
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