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By Jon Date: 2002 Jul 03 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.03.12.59.23358]] |
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you were always the master. the giver of food. i just the goldfish forever trapped in his little tank. you always gave me too much to eat. not knowing any better I ate every last morcel of dried fish food unaware that if i ate too much i would die. you kept feeding, i kept eating. i died from bloated expectations. |