Catfish's Page

You are what you wear and you wear scars
There are no mirrors in your house of cards

-The Dark


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Visit my Poetry Grab-Bag and some writings.

Well-known Catfish Fact Number Five:
He used to have a late-night radio show on WICN in Worcester Massachusetts. He resigned after three years when he was told to pull a Steven Jesse Bernstein spoken word piece off the air. WICN no longer plays rock and roll.

"A construct made of cloned human tissue, augments, anxiety, depression, and unforcused rage, a killing machine for whichever humans rented me, until I made a mistake and got my brain destroyed."

Go check out Saki's World!

Want more spew? Have a question? Ask the magic 8-ball!

And as a parting shot, one of those insufferable Saturday Morning toy advertizements:

It's The Tick! New from Bell South.  
May emit loud noises.  

Cheers,
joe