Our prized fish Cunt died. She was looking real terrible these past few days, but it still made me gasp in surprise when I saw her floating this morning. I don't think I ever took a picture of her... That sucks. She'll now only reside in the cluttered warehouse that is my shrinking brain. Lord knows there's plenty for her to do in there. The gentle streams of my melted ambitions could prove to be her new swimming grounds. She could wade in the sea of disintegrated faces of all the people I once knew but lost. Bye, Cunt. You were my favorite. 
Sorry to hear about your fishie