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john rah's world report short story feature
fish fuckig fantashit written by john rah
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<start fish fuckig fantashit end feb 2000>
fish fuckig fantashit
Once upon a time their mother said to them,” Kids, when you grow up, you will likely get eaten by a bigger fish but there is nothing you can do. You can hide behind a rock but the rock might be a big fish.”
“But that sucks. Why bother it we're going to be eaten?”
“Well children. If you stay in school and play together, you will still get eaten. So just accept it. It's life. Eat and get eaten.”
“Is it on internet.”
What is the class going on about now? They are talking about kids and what the job is about.
Then the little fish blew her head off. And a shark ate them all.
Wax dripped from the candle onto the table onto the floor and trapped a mosquito in mid flight. The blood of a mammoth was in the unknown creatures sack.
3 million years later a scientist scratched the wax up off the floor and noticed the dark spot in the ancient wax.
“Euroeakfuckina!”
So he cloned the blood and stuck the cell in the ear of one of his mice.
“Grow a dinosaur,” he said.
“Give me a break, you ass.”
“Shut the fuck up. Mice don't talk.”
?And they don't like dinosaur cells in their ear.?
The next morning the mouse was gone. So was his cage. In fact, the lab was a big hole in the wall.
“A fuckin hairy elephant,” yelled Sally the corner prostitute.
Sally's head was pierced by a large tusk.
And it rained.
Heat seeking missiles.
Death to the miss placed hairy creature.
And the chicken said, ”Bob.”
Which didn't help start your morning with Tony's coffee. Don't kill your mother. Jesus never saw an airplane, Moses didn't ride the train. The trees that aren't paper, are standing in the rain. Let me out. This is a bunch of shit. Tomorrow we'll be kinky.
That fellow is so tedious when he opens his gab. TV trash head. No person in his body. Is he real. He may be a spy. Dumb maybe. Should check his notes.
And the bunny flew out the hole. Okay. This is it. 30 minutes of Labberei. Bla bla bla, sind wir alle da? As soon as I start to care about a human a little too much. Long legs in my bed.
It's another lovely day.
I'm bored with this but try to listen. I wanna go. My ass hurts. I kan't spell in any language. Are you sure you want to. Can't remember.
Dope.
Let me tell you why I like to work for the lovely company. Since I was little I loved to find new ways to abuse the minds of consummer idiot slaves.
It's time. The day at school is over and I may not come tomorrow.
<end end feb 2000>
<start end march 2000>
Spazz boy always comes late because he comes on the train. I hate these lights. They took an hour of light from the morning and made us get up in the dark again. Those bastards. My mouse is shit. And we are learning about Mac today. I know Mac enough and don't want to listen. I should shut my eyes and sleep.
There were a few idea we come up with on Saturday and Sunday. We have 3 character studies. The woman is a little tom boy like. Hot but not a fashion chick.
<day change>
It's likely the 28th now. Freehand is nice but I can't imagine using it. Computers are nice. A nice sickness as mush as they are an opportunity to make a living in a time when making a living is becoming more difficult. We are learning how to draw an island and put it in a circle.
It's a bit surreal this schooling nonsense. It isn't too bad. The class rooms are too small, the lighting is offensive, the air is rotten and dry, the white noise is like a jet engine, the walls are ugly, the hall ways are ugly, there isn't any space for the students. There is now one toilet and 2 pissers for the whole two floors. It's like the future. Adults not in the work force are jammed into barren rooms with computers in half of them, and told how to function in the new brave new world.
Copy and paste.
She's making cake on the monitor now. I like making fish. Fish are nore fun. Cutting, putting together and colour and whatnot.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, it's Thursday. Tomorrow the test. What do I do. If I write something brilliant while I'm sitting here in class. Hearing about making circles and squares in different colours and all in German. And horrible CIA type floresent, not balanced, fuckin' cheap bullshit, kill the eyes, lights.
Truth is, some people get on my fuckin' nerves. My eye may fall out of my head. I think I'm going to be sad, did I think it's today, the girl, however it goes. Mostly, I need more sleep. Jesus was no more the son of god than was his father. These lights should be illegal. This school is a little like a canning plant. Walls, roof, burning lights, death screaming white noise, burnt air and a production line. And today I hate it. Mostly the shit lights.
<end fish fuckig fantashit end feb 2000>
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