Dive for riches

Experience the chill winter throws up your arms chicken wings aloft the choppy waves your tender belly wanting out; the water is your friend even as it slaps at you, squeezes wind from you. Fish don’t mind the icy currents and swim mouths agape swallowing everything so dive motherfucker and you’ll know you’re living. Apparently, it little matters what happens the stuff you run to and from the same; though I’d rather eat the shark than be eaten still it’s better to risk the quick demise than to live not risking so dive big pink fish you and tremble at the possibility strewn along the seabed there flecked with colour wink wink winking at you.


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