throbdonger
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DO NOT DELETE. SOMWHERE HERE IS A FISH WHO NEEDS TO READ ABOUT FISHES OF OLD AND HOW THEY NEVER TRULY ABSOLVE INTO HISTORY. I KNOW, I KNOW FISHES HAVE FIVE SECOND MEMORIES BUT GOD KNOWS WHAT THEY WERE PUTTING INTO THE WATER BACK THEN MY OLD FRIEND.
FOR JAMNOG, a good ole friend
red herring;
something irrelevant, introduced to distract attention
...along long time ago in a glass tank far far away there was a fish. In fact it would be fair to say there were many fishes. All swimming in different directions, a multitude of sizes, colours and types.
And this tank was huge with endless passageways and many rooms. But the fish were smart. They lived in an almost utopian equalibriam. They swam and floated. Some basked in bright sunshine waters. Others meandered in the murky deeps. Collectively they're vunerabilities to the rest of nature were there to see and only rarely to be admired.
This is the story of one fish who came up for air and was never seen again. This is the tale of the one that got away. When every other fish thought the deep deep depths were endless enough to get lost in. All those passageways and corridors. All those open doors. Where to stay hidden is stay completely lost forever...
This little fishy went to university
This little fishy went a little crazy
This little fishy became derisory
Mocking the schoals
Rejecting the rules
And where did he go?
God only knows?
Some say without giving the game away that from the start, on the surface a cloud in the shape of an ultimate Japanese associated destructive symbol became apparant. Formed from the first real conversation known to fishermen of old. A name placing day that carried through to another time a few weeks later, in another place not far from the first. In a large fish tank we will call the breeding waters. A chance to come up and come down. A place where once the waters become acidic, everything swirled around and around.
The breeding ground of friendships, evolved and disolved so quickly, a period passed. And when that period passed what became of the acidity levels and that magic messed room.
Well one fish was apparantly pulled out by a line. Some fishermen said he was this > <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<*> big. But in time all the fishes thought he was this ><<*> small. A faint imprint on the minds of fishes in times gone by. A major blueprint on men in newer far off futures. Kept in captivity, in a fish pond somewhere in the Midlands
And all the fishes think when you stop moving you sink, lifeless eyes drinking down depths of crazy thoughts, maybe pauses of uncertainty, pieces of sanity, mere ripples in history's vast oceans.
In time....
Some fish rise to the surface. And in a leap - slicing across the sun - splash in newer territories, warmer waters. Spot a fishy so similiar he must be........
FOR JAMNOG, a good ole friend
red herring;
something irrelevant, introduced to distract attention
...along long time ago in a glass tank far far away there was a fish. In fact it would be fair to say there were many fishes. All swimming in different directions, a multitude of sizes, colours and types.
And this tank was huge with endless passageways and many rooms. But the fish were smart. They lived in an almost utopian equalibriam. They swam and floated. Some basked in bright sunshine waters. Others meandered in the murky deeps. Collectively they're vunerabilities to the rest of nature were there to see and only rarely to be admired.
This is the story of one fish who came up for air and was never seen again. This is the tale of the one that got away. When every other fish thought the deep deep depths were endless enough to get lost in. All those passageways and corridors. All those open doors. Where to stay hidden is stay completely lost forever...
This little fishy went to university
This little fishy went a little crazy
This little fishy became derisory
Mocking the schoals
Rejecting the rules
And where did he go?
God only knows?
Some say without giving the game away that from the start, on the surface a cloud in the shape of an ultimate Japanese associated destructive symbol became apparant. Formed from the first real conversation known to fishermen of old. A name placing day that carried through to another time a few weeks later, in another place not far from the first. In a large fish tank we will call the breeding waters. A chance to come up and come down. A place where once the waters become acidic, everything swirled around and around.
The breeding ground of friendships, evolved and disolved so quickly, a period passed. And when that period passed what became of the acidity levels and that magic messed room.
Well one fish was apparantly pulled out by a line. Some fishermen said he was this > <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<*> big. But in time all the fishes thought he was this ><<*> small. A faint imprint on the minds of fishes in times gone by. A major blueprint on men in newer far off futures. Kept in captivity, in a fish pond somewhere in the Midlands
And all the fishes think when you stop moving you sink, lifeless eyes drinking down depths of crazy thoughts, maybe pauses of uncertainty, pieces of sanity, mere ripples in history's vast oceans.
In time....
Some fish rise to the surface. And in a leap - slicing across the sun - splash in newer territories, warmer waters. Spot a fishy so similiar he must be........
