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Wednesday, March 3, 2004
Fish Thoughts
Glub Glub Bub Bub
The fish noises floated off into the air.
He stared at the fish.
"Hello, fish. Theodore, Abe, George, how are you enjoying reality?"
More of the Glub and Bub Sounds
"Upstanding answer, I agree with you wholeheartedly."
He sighed.
When had life become so . . . morose? No, not quite the word he had been looking for. The term 'boring' came close, but not quite there. The fact was that his life was pointless. Pointless and hopeless, the hopeless just added on for good measure because he had turned thirteen last month and knew that a proper amount of 'angst' must be attached to every particle of thought.
He wondered if fish had angst? Did they toil in circles day in day out, going through the motions of a non-essential life?
He decided they probably didn't care one way or another. So he unscrewed the cap from the little orange container and sprinkled the food along the surface of the water.
Glub Bub Gloop Shweop Bub
"Upstanding fellows, yes, perfectly capable of keeping my sanity locked up in their little glass prison." He tapped the tank once, watched the little ripples of consequence, and left the room.
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