My fish just died. The one from the movie. Fuck. I will be casting him into a resin sculpture with the rocks he loved so much. He will be available as a gift to the next mother fucking legend that donates to the kick starter. 9 days to go.
In the mean time, this is for that little fish. I loved that little fucking fish. That fish had guts. That fish stared down the cats and never ever complained about anything.
God damn it Kurt, God damn it... Fuck
"And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
It's okay to eat fish
'Cause they don't have any feelings"
"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
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