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manifesto
Fishes wear astronaut helmets
to breathe billabong songs.
Clownfish aspirations are open
to the shape of rise and fall,
the perimeter of a gargled all.
Lungs squeeze out the c and the 2,
extracting oxygen to propel their hoot.
They swim through toll gates
and pay with coins of fishskin.
Fishskin collected from bank robbers,
where gas masks covered identity
from the ocean's watchful ears.
Passing party-boats pullute soda-floats
into a dance the land-light sashays.
Hyphens break fish currency into sand,
and cut knotches into the knuckles of Watcher's hand.
And, of course, the tiny bacteriaz,
the razored spine of the merchants economy.
The sifters of paper cuts and bills with stoic noses,
their notorious brows,
their green reaking birthright.
They'll not contain coffins after the sale,
they'll not sink condoning belly rubbing,
but float to mope in the seafoam. There,
to be picked to rations by communist birds.
After, the peckers nose dive
with talons thumb tacked through stationary
to mail the bacterias notice of resignation
to the Atlantic Office of Federal Rummaging (AOFR),
where a top floor position will soon open
to the likes of seagulls
and other surface dwellers.
love,
Fishbot
This is me btw.
the gist
I have a hard time trying to guess who I'm talking to right now. Maybe you came here from a social media account or you met me and i told you I have a website and you're checking it out. Though deep down I hope you don't know me at all and you found this link somewhere in the digital void. in that case you're probably wondering what this is all about.
a couple of days ago i lucid dreamt for the first time.i was in the parking lot of a high school that I didn't attend. it was sunny like june and fuzzy like concrete. I remembered that in the chance encounter of lucidity and freedom, one should always fly, and the grass can tell you that I did. Something about the up-there felt familiar. Maybe that particular flight had been living long before in the heart that takes my steps. I think this site is an attempt to make that familiarity feel more real. And to make everything else feel a little less real. I think its all that.
In real life i am talia. I just graduated college in the pacific northwest. I make emo and electronic music under 'there are cartoons here.' If you want to listen you can click the banner to the left. I love lil ugly mane and Hum and adventure time and walking around town and feeling alien and looking for signs and guitar hero and critical theory and a lot of other things. i'm scared of letting myself down. i want my days to feel like dreams.
My wishes:
- to meet god
- to say up hi- down low- too slow hahaha to god.
- to have blue hair
- fishbot everywhere
- to move somewhere that feels better