Story: The Wisdom of Fish # 2

Commentary

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What is particularly curious about this Illustration

is that i have a deep and visceral loathing for

The exclamation of any bodily fluids [ or solids ] ...!!!
For a time -- When i was somewhat younger,

My Subliminal Self made a distinction between

Spitting and The Ejaculating of Semen...
[ Particularly onto to Faces; in either case...! ]

Which appear Virtually Identical...
But i became morbidly nauseated by one,
and was sexual aroused by the other...

i thought that this was very interesting...???

Perhaps this is something like my Adversion to Violence...

i hate Real Violence,

[ i don't even { casually } kill bugs...!!! ]

and yet i find it's paradilogical treatment,
in films, highly enjoyable...???

See: Equilibrium

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[ The Fish in this Story

Has the Ability to Speak Intelligibly,

But chooses not to. ]

'Bop York' was considered by many to be an Advertising Loony.

This connection to The Nightmare Dynamo of "The Loveboy" { # 4 };
That won't listen to The French Union of Mustard Sculptors,
Had effected The Treasuries in Idaho...

( wink, wink... )

What was the instinctive recreational opinion of
Those dazed women that sit all afternoon, irationally scribbling--

[ Madder than a Hat Salesman ]

--On the hot, flooded, hydrotherapy containers...?

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The Connection was; that;

In an underworld hetrosexual tenement building,

{ Obscene by Woodlawn Standards }

Was divided in a fractionally consciousness sort of eclipse.

The Academies; whose Saintly Religion
Gave Asperger's The Mystery of Lies
Bade a Mohammedean TinkyWinky a 'Heart Blast' of Fairies
which sent The Jury off the trial.

The Regiment; [ Uncle Lou's old R- ]

Under a Granite Stanza of Intoxication
Left everyone in the hydortherapy unit feeling as if their
Union of instantaneous witches was
Somehow forgotten.

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