Simply Fantastic Animal Stories

One example of Henry's private collection of humanistic pleasures.
...intended to be a depiction, not the real imagination. Blonde woman always represents Henry himself.

Hello, My name is Memo.

Hello, My name is Memo.

My human master, Henry, bought me in an Istanbul trip.

Memo is the name of his gigolo. So is mine. 

I don't have memory, but I have flashbacks.

You will be able to hear me. You are in my dream now. It might be difficult for you to believe that you are in the dream of a fish called Memo. But, I do not care and do not let you wake me up, because, I am lonely and need to dream. When we are done, you will let me be free.

Henry likes reading fairy tales and bio stuff.

Newspapers and porn stories...

That's why I am a literate fish. I am not deaf guys and he reads the lines loud. And, if you don't mind, may we connect together with a little bit of gossip? I think, he thinks that he is not alone. He reads it as if someone listens to him. Looks at the mirror anxious. Anyways, let's forget about poor Henry for a couple of light years... or at least minutes.

I know lots of things such as anger of liberals, sex tapes of radicals, baby stars and firing banana split recipes. Virgin Marry and Lady Gaga. Islamic prayers and new-age pretenders. Steam of hammams, Icelandic sacrifice rituals. Anyways. I only have flashbacks, so do not expect me to change any future.

Oh, look at that little Henry. How can I forget him and can not give you his memory? Plus, he watches TV, regularly as if someone watches him and notes down "yes, he watched T.V., mission accomplished". He masturbates while watching weather report. He likes coming with windy air. He gets angry at commercial lines. He is an ex-advertiser. Watching him teaches me lots of things about sincere sexual life of Henry. Because when he is with his one night stands, he fakes happiness. How do I know you might wonder. They moan, the visitor guy disappears and he watches E.T. afterwards and cries when the human kid and E.T. kid contact their love & sympathy fingers. This is his "how to be desperately sad after a one night stand" kind of ritual. What about me? Am I happy? I even do not know me. Water does not reflect your image when you are in it. Probably you do not know sex life of the fish either. Me neither, we are on the same side.

I've been and am alone since I was 14. And, it is not easy for a fish to masturbate. I need to queef, shake the air I mean and feel the vibrations. When I do that, my teeth trembles. I think that I am gay in human terms, just like my host Henry. But, I am not sure. Because, I am not attracted to Henry, but I really enjoyed being fed by Memo, my name-dad. Plus, I might be heterosexual or necrophiliac cannibal, too. When Henry bought some dead tuna fish once, and they smelled like a thousand Pacific salt. Who cares? I was talking about my loneliness. And, I lost my perception to sexual chit chat.

Yeah, right! Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's talk about intellectual stuff, no time for wishy washy.

I do not know earthly languages sure. But, I can understand the words when they touch the water.

Turkish, English, Deutsche... I guess there's no exception. Water makes them accessible. Water distorts languages and translates the meaning into THE language which is my mother tongue.

I will tell you the story of my fantasies, and stories from your real world.

Because, my dream needs humans which need my fantasies and stories from your real world.

It is warm here. Do you feel my breath? How can I establish a connection with you? Since I have no coherent memory, I am lost frequently. Anyways, I sometimes feel as if I have arms and legs. I like dancing and experimenting, too. Probably, because of that, even though I enjoy my tail and pectoral + pelvic fins while dancing; I'd like to dance like Billy Eliot. By the way, I sing like Björk, but water breaks my Björkean expression and turns it into John Cage's 4' 33''.

I like watching art movies... watching water would do either.

I have no story to please. I wait for my hero to feed me. He is not Henry apparently.
But, he is the one who feeds me. Yes, that's the dilemma. And that's all. I wait, I wait, and I wait...

Until water swallows down all my paradoxes.

Henry is coming near. I guess he is going to ejaculate into my water this time. May be it helps me to forget my loneliness in this dream.

Now, I will countdown to 1.

3

And you will continue my dream without hearing me.

2

Bye.

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