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We Go Fishing

We go fishing for endorphins. In the deep blue sea, we hope to catch many endorphins. We hope not to catch catfish. Catfish stink and have two tails and a coat of black plastic. For bait we will use wormholes. We have the best wormholes. We gather at night, build fires, and roast wild animals, which we trapped butchered stripped bloodied. We pollute the air with our profanities blasphemies expletives. We have too many radios televisions too many electrical appliances. We love Piero Manzoni and his Cans of Shit. We love Jeff Koons. We adore the great Martin Kippenberger. We love refrigerators cookers beds sofas chairs computer kettles cups plates.

John Kowwowski

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