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The Anterior Insula and Hwy W

Monday, July 30, 2007

What did the fish say to the fish?

“I’m all wet.”

“Sometimes I feel like a clown-triggerfish.”

“My days of flitting around in a school are long gone.”


“What I wouldn’t do for a shiny lure with a hook in it about now.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“I’m pretty sure this ocean is a thinly-veiled humanist agenda.”

“When I go, I hope it’s gills out, fins back.”

“I suspect you are one of these attention whores.”

“If I had to do it all over again I might not have gone upstream.”

“You’ve got a minnow complex.”

“Sometimes I feel like a monkeyface prickleback.”

“I often wish I were a bird.”

“It’s been a long time since I went upstream.”

“Do you ever wish you could just close your eyes?”

“I tell you, I hate bluegills.”

“This large-mouthed bass was going on and on about all the swimming he’s been doing.”

“It’s like, ‘Fucking aholehole: I’m swimming too.’”

“Sometimes I feel like a bigeye squaretail.”

“It’s like we just drift every day awake, swimming and swimming.”

“What’s up your cloaca?”

“The question is: how can we get paid to swim?”

“Last thing I want to do is get caught up in a school of silversides.”

“I heard this shoal of herring going on and on about ‘their watery-ruler Oceanus blah blah blah,’ and I didn’t say anything, you know—judge not unto others blah blah blah—but the more I thought about it the angrier I got. I mean, this lake was founded under a belief in Poseidon blah blah blah, right?”

“Sometimes I feel like a combtooth blenny.”

“I love it when the light cuts through the water like that.”

“There you go chasing every shiny thing in the water.”

“My old man got a rubber worm. I don't wanna get a rubber worm.”

“Don’t even think about drying out.”

“We should know by now that worms do not just drop into the water.”

“Sea you.”

“I could have been a better swimmer.”

“I’m afraid I would taste good baked.”

“Lookit the dorsal fin on that sunfish.”

“Sometimes I feel like a velvet catfish.”

“It is a young fish always going on and on about his feelings.”

“Fuck it. I’m going downstream.”

“I would like to go upstream one more time.”

“May your gills stay wet.”

“He had a thousand little dream of me.”