Fish Wish I could if I would wish for a fish, if only I could find the time. I stand in the sand banning the brand and the land lost forever. A sad and sorry star, far and final, tribal tradition in transition. Random rendition, random abandon, but the fable was able to enable the two. Anywho? Alone without tone, drones and moans of mother matter, blood and splatter. How now, 牢骚 (láosāo)? Mutter or flutter, flail us a tale. Together we'll find the forgotten feather. You who know!