Irrational Hatred of Mollusks

THE BEARDED CLAM PERHAPS

Hey little boy come walk with me
And bring your new found mollusk along
Does it speaketh of the trinity
Can it gaze at the sun with its wandering eye
Yes it speaks of the trinity
Casting light at the sun with its wandering eye
Bring forth the mollusk, cast unto me
Let's be forever and forever be free

You see there are three things that spur the mollusk
From the sand the waking of all creatures
That live on the land
And with just one faint glance
Back into the sea the mollusk lingers
With its wandering eye...

The mollusk is a being - almost a quality. It doesn't need a skeleton, just a rampart; something like paint in a tube.

Nature has abandoned all hope here of shaping plasma. She merely shows her attachments by carefully sheltering it in a jewel case, more beautiful inside than out.

So it's not just a gob of spit; but a truly precious reality.

The mollusk is endowed with terrific energy for self-closure. Strictly speaking it's nothing but a muscle, a hinge, a door-closer and its door.

A door-closer that has secreted the door. Two slightly concave doors consitute its entire dwelling.

The first and last dwelling. It stays on even after it dies.

No getting out of it alive.

The slightest cell in the human body clings just as tightly to language - and vice versa.

But sometimes another being violates the tomb, if it's well made, and takes the place of the deceased builder.

As is the case of the hermit crab.

Reluctantly, the Prawn agrees, and at 8 the next Saturday the Crab knocks on her front door. She opens it, and, nervously, invites him in. The Crab walks forwards into the living room, and walks straight up to the Prawn's Dad, who's waiting for him with a shocked frown on his face. "How do you do Sir," says the Crab. "I'd like you to know I love your daughter very much and I only want the best for her."

"Well," says the Prawn, "I've never trusted Crabs. It's that stupid sideways walking that makes me think you're all idiots. But I can see you're a cut above. I like the way you walk, my boy. Welcome to the family." And he shakes the Crab by the pincer. "I'll just go and fetch Mother," says the Prawn's Dad. "She's in the Kitchen, but I'm sure she'd like to meet a smart fellow like yourself."

When her Dad leaves the room, the Prawn looks at the Crab with lovestruck admiration. "I can't believe you learned to walk forwards just for me!" she says. "I love you so much." "Shhhhhhhh," says the Crab, "I'm really fucking pissed."

catfish = bottom-feeder = 2ND BEST THING EVER