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It’s unfortunate that the word for “catching fish by
piercing their lips with hooks and dragging them
onto a boat” is called fishing.
To the fish, fishing means something different. To
fish is to live, to love, to be.
When the more aggressive fish find a lonely
swimming human and rip the flesh from its stupid
bones—that’s called peopling.
Fishing was written by Bo Burnham.
Bo Burnham released Fishing on Tue Oct 01 2013.