Annie Christain

The Consequences of Rocking Weebles on a Table after Placing String in a Fishbowl The strings I fed to the goldfish protruded half-way out the fish's other end, unbeknownst to Grandma's box of fish food I took without asking. Is Anat, mother of gods, the most perverse when she treats us like eagles? I rocked Weebles on the table to make the strings dance where what you almost say about us feels like me. No one said, but the contents of the box of fish food proved fish do eat maggots. Should Mother Mary also answer to Holographic Apparition Projection, depending on how we say it? The point was for the strings to dance alone, but the fish had to be noticed like when I tried to call the Weeble funny. After I opened the box, Mom screamed and rushed to hose off the maggots, where fish could have eaten me by mistake. Why do we assume anything about Isis' cow head? When you opened the door for me, I felt the thrill of string offsetting my intestines, completely different from when Mom told everyone I named the Weeble with the blue overalls Benny. With Mom leaning over me in the bathtub, my brother flushed the dead goldfish. How many different ways can we deny the bright rooster in Buddha's mother's womb? The fish jumped out of the fishbowl on a still day when however you hear what I say is what I mean. I cried for the plastic bag when my brother won the goldfish. Do the tangled marionettes cut in the wrong places keep going at it for more than the sake of cosmogony?

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