Random Shark Remember the night we met?

Random Shark Remember the night we met?

Random Shark Remember the night we met? The red-light district? The instant attraction? The passion? The seemingly peakless pinnacles of pleasure? The torrent of blood? The emergency room bill that was only eclipsed by the cost of a full clean and replenish of a 255K gallon saltwater tank?

The red-light neighborhood has gentrified since.

Bruce Shark You know the fact that sis craves the unbridled lust of a barnacle disgusts you. You also know that it’s better than any other option.

The ABQ aquarium today. My shark family can steal without asking.

Happiness.

Happiness.

Happiness.

Something in my own place.

I stood here naked,

smiling. I feel no disgrace

with who I am.

Happiness.

Coming and going.

I watch you look at me.

Watch my fever growing.

I know just who I am.

But how many corners do I have to turn?

How many times do I have to learn

all the love I have is in my mind?

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