There’s a strange intensity behind
those eyes, it’s unnerving,
deadpan. Especially squaline.
Yet there’s no glass separating us and
we’ve both paid our fees, I’ve come to the exhibit
to look at the fish but the shark's staring right back at
me.

the serial monogamist
constantly looking for your next hit
whether it be meeting a new face, a rollie
an argument
instant gratification is your currency
and You worry that you're a fraud
I don't know if i'm the only one who knows