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Friday Scribbles: Only Dead Fish Go With the Flow

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REST IN PEACE, THE OLD RAM
St. Marks, East Village

Someone’s had a hard time parting. . .


St. Mark’s Place, East Village

First, an aquatic aphorism against conformity: ONLY DEAD FISH GO WITH THE FLOW.

Then, a pukey, baggy-eyed Barry-McGee-ripoff of a bum beside the phrase DRINK MORE.

Then, the grammar-be-damned alien-species cry: WE EAT OFF OF PLATES, AND KISS WITH OUR TOUNGUES [SIC] LIKE HUMANS DO!

Now is the last one written in defense of dead fish or drunks?

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