Greedy Little Hand

Description: You remember finding nemo, don’t you? that sweet little clownfish with his lucky fin? i have one too. but mine isn’t for swimming. it’s for emptying wallets. my greedy little hand is always reaching—soft, delicate, patient…but hungry. it doesn’t grab. it waits. open. expecting. inevitable. and when you finally place that tribute in my palm, you’ll feel it. that rush. that surrender. that heat behind your eyes. the quiet, thrilling collapse of control. you’ll try to keep count. but the numbers will blur. you’ll swear it’s the last time. but your hand keeps moving, doesn’t it. because mine…never stops taking. this is more than a clip. it’s a need you didn’t know you had. a ritual dressed up like play, but wired for destruction. so go on. let my greedy little hand rewrite you. one dollar, one craving at a time.