I Can't Be Exciting All The Time
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Sometimes I imagine that I am my pet fish. He doesn’t have a name because I have flushed so many dead ones down the toilet, that I figured I wouldn’t name this one and his luck might be better. He had a rough beginning… We brought him home from the pet store and decided to put him in the fish tank with all of our others. He lasted about 4 minutes before a big mean redlight tetra munched off a bunch of his top fin! Fuckin bastard couldn’t even wait til I had photographed him! I quickly relocated him to a home of his own and got JP to flush the lil jerk down the toilet. See Ya!
So no-name has been flourishing away in my office. His fins are even starting to grow back. I have been studying the fish in the house for a while now. I am not sure what it is about them that I am so drawn too. Perhaps it is the muffled silence of their world that appeals so much. I wonder what dub sounds like in a fishbowl? Anyhoo, that is my observation for today. I tracked his movements back and forth for a while, he must have been pacing for me…
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An architecture student friend of mine had big ole gold fish and those crazy weird guys with the bubble cheeks and fins everywhere and they used to stack themselves at the corner of the tank and watch him work. He gave them to me when he moved away so I pretended to work on projects but secretly I was watching them to see if they would stack. One day one jumped right out of the tank (in his exuberance, I guess) but Sam had warned me about that so I wet my hands and scooped up the big goldie and popped him back into the tank. - Moije Meiyo
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