Welcome to Carp Circles, a home made bar top publishing project by Hollywood Don of Atlanta. He's on assignment rat now but I'm fillin in for him till he gets back or comes to, whichever comes first. I'm Moe Beers, senior editor of this poor man's rag that's now goin globular global on the inner net. All human beans are welcomed to this school of scattering slippery species. I'm sorry if anybody thought it wuz a UFO site or a fishin for crap carp site unless you consider wayward sushi tales and frothy mind carpage a form of fishin which in my book is, except our hip waders are extra heavy doody and sink deeper sometimes into the muddy quagmires of imagination and nervous expressionism. Just think of it as a day on the bank of a tranquil lake with your dog, a 6-pack, and walkman clamped to your ears with an old Pink Floyd tape goin at it and a huge flyin saucer emerges from the middle of the lake and streaks towards the heavens chasing all the fish away and confusing the mosquitos and other critters including yourself. You didn't bring your camera and no one else is there to witness it. Don't know where that one's goin but I am glad yall are here. This thang eminates from Atlanta, Georgia, a part of America which is in the Country Western hemisphere of the planet with a good dose of blues, rock & roll, and what have you. Mostly have you. Fishin around for thought provoking thoughts is one of our favorite pastimes while patiently standing in the long line at the express lane of life waiting for the little old lady in front to dig out those elusive pennies from the bottom of her purse with the moth ball and peppermint aroma wafting around the cash register.

Why a Carp?

I chose the lowly carp as a mascot because as a human bean, it seems no matter how much you think you're gettin ahead, somethin always happens and you end up back at square one. Like in Monopoly when you had to go back to GO and not collect the $200. All us human beans scurry around up here on the surface with real important stuff to do while that old carp just hovers there on the bottom of the lake blowin bubbles and coolin his jets. Sure he hits snags occaisionally like us and in worse case scenarios, somebody will real him in and have him for supper. I've always heard they got a lot of bones. All I know is they're ugly as hail and if you put one in your aquarium at home, the water will overflow onto the floor and stink up the place plus your friends will think you're crazy. Your little goldfish don't like it too much either. Anyway, I identify with the carp just strugglin to keep that space by the old log on the lake bottom and maybe every once and a while goin up for a gulp of air and eyeing the people on shore havin a picnic and then headin back down to the den. The circle part is kind of drawn from those marks in the wheatfields everybody's talkin about but also relates to circles of friends hovering in their own private fishin holes. Everybody's got thangs goin on but there's a million fish in the sea and nobody really cares what you're doin from one day to the next except your creditors and your ego. On a related topic, our friends the pigeons on the high wires overlooking the shopping centers are gonna work their way into this site but that's fodder for another day. Thanks for your patients.

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