Monday, January 30, 2006

Golden Fish

Oh! to have the wind in my gills I would give my top fin. Sweet death, dry land! This tiny bowl is a torturous existence. I’m stuck in here like some kind of novelty viewing item. My gormless facial expression – which by the way is biologically fixed, I couldn’t smile if I wanted to! – it makes them think I’m en empty headed, forgetful, goldfish. Well I’m only one of those things: A goldfish. So misunderstood! Three second memory? A myth, completely fallacious I tell you! Truth be told I can remember things for up to a week. I bet you didn’t know that eh? That’s … for comparative purposes … err … um … six hundred and four thousand eight hundred seconds. You see, the face is misleading, I can even do maths.

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