Hiding behind a gaze of steel, a charm throwing spotlight and a shark fin, I swim with them.
Barely elevating myself above piranha bait. How could I know? A well disguised nibble might feel like something different even as the blood flows into the water and sparks the feeding frenzy.
The blood is the proof.
Sharks smell blood which would help me, were I one.
I'm not a shark
Just a guy with a detachable shark fin who thinks he can swim with the piranhas and come out unscathed.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
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