i don't know fish i was tickling fish with my toes and sitting alone on a rock that didn't mind when the wind suffocated me and pushed a wave over my lifeless body when i washed up on the shore that was dressed in pink sea shells the fish i'd been poking slapped me awake before flip flopping back to bed and it all sort of made sense even though i knew it didn't and even though it hurt because it felt right at the time and it feels right when i revive it in my half sleep because when i'm half dead i remember that even though i was half dead i'd never been more alive and never have been since it was the kind of lie that teaches so many truths like this is how someone loves you even after you want them to laugh until they ache and you don't care about anything but what you want but it's easy caring about what you want when what you want is what you're supposed to want, a fish that wants water is better than a fish that wants cheesecake but that fish is gone well in a fishbowl which is as good as gone, took one good look at the cheesecake making process and decided water will do even though it's not even the same water so the fish is settling for even less than what he was first offered i guess it would be alright if the fish had more time, but maybe if the fish had more time the fish wouldn't want anything anyway the problem is i'm going to die and i don't know how i feel about that
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