Fish Bowl Diary
Wednesday: Caught reflection. My ass is HUGE!
Friday: Move! Keep moving or die!
Saturday: Indulged shark fantasy.
Friday: Drank all day.
Saturday: Gonna swim forever!
Sunday: Looked up word “linear”.
Thursday: Dribbling. Bladder infection?
Friday: Didn’t blink.
Saturday: Trout rising to fly. McCreedy’s Wooly Cheeba. Who am I kidding.
Sunday: Piranha, a silent killer. Shit.
Monday: Remained motionless.
Friday: Wanna fin some bastard.
Sunday: Even if I had a fish ladder. . .
Tuesday: Even if I made it downtown . . .
Wednesday: Even if I cleared customs . . .
Thursday: Caught reflection today. My ass is HUGE!
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