Great Sorrow

We are the guppycloud. We float and shoal and dart and follow the big head people who give us food.

We are the peaceful guppycloud. Except for ultrablack (Shuddup feckers!).

We are the sad guppycloud. Supermodel's gone to the rainbow pool.

Pity the guppycloud.

We are the happy guppycloud because memory doesn't exist in our world.

We are the hopeful guppycloud because soon big head woman will come and squash us some snails.