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When keeping Goldfish, one must always remember to clean the tank at regular intervals, less iodine and other noxious chemicals contained in the feces of such fish saturate the tank water and cause the fishies to die. (For the more morbid of you, we do not want the fishies to die.) Now, imagine that the fish tank spans all of the known world, and that there is no caretaker to clean it, so the water becomes extremely murky, extremely quick-like. That, my friends and colleagues, is the exact situation that we as human beings face today. Terra is our fish tank, and we are dis


The FishGod Memoirs part 2After some time waiting, Suzy found us a sucker. The sucker pulled over slowly, as if eyeing Suzy predatorially, and finally rolled to a halt. He got out of his car and walked towards Suzy. They exchanged conversation, but I couldn't make it out at this distance. I could, however, see his face, and I immidiately decided that I did not like him. He was pudgy, with flapping jowls and a balding head that had a greasy sheen to it, like he slathered himself with car wax every morning as part of some twisted, fetishistic ritual, and his car was rusty and beaten up beyond belief. He was giving Suzy The Smile, too, with those flaccid lips of his. I fThe FishGod Memoirs part 2


The FishGod Memoirs part 1It's hard to go on vacation when you're seventeen. You have no money, no food, no place to stay, no friends, no car, nothing. In fact, it's nearly impossible to take a normal vacation when you're seventeen. The way me and Suzy got around this, is we took abnormal vacations. The money, the food, the place to stay, the friends, the car, we threw that stuff out the window, and we rebuilt the concept of vacation from the ground up: To us, vacation involved some backpacks, excellent skill in the art of thievery, a tent, and our own two feet. Also, copious quantities of LSD. What vacation was complete without LSD?The FishGod Memoirs part 1
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Spiral and Suzy Do Highway 19Spiral and Suzy do Highway 19 all night fucking long. Oh yeah.Spiral and Suzy Do Highway 19
“This,” the man intoned with a grandiose gesture, “is my perfection. This my beauty - the baby of my argument. Is it not magnificent and key to your very aesthetic soul? What say you man!?”
Spiral said nothing. He was confused. He saw no key to his very aesthetic soul, no child of laboring love. He saw only one thing: topiaries, everywhere, as far as the eye could see. He cracked a languid and disbelieving smile - this had to be a joke. He was waiting for a crowd to roar with hideous laughter at any moment, for some suit-and-tie-clad game show host
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she was so sweet, i could eat her brains like jam.
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