Andra Simons

Turtlemen: Cousins

Family lore tells us he fought a Portuguese man-o-war and won. Tied. He grew to brawl. Tied. Regardless from whose tribe they belonged. Tied. He revolved on White Hill top with a flashlight. On look-out for an Iridescent ribbon flagged Armada. He remained Tangled. Burn. Burn. Splash. Splash. War. War. Weapon. Cannon. One. Needs only one. Break him. Fuck boys. Suck. Splash. Suck. Splash. Suck. Suck. Cock. splash. We Tangle. Fold. Spit. Spit. Push. Fit. Push. Hard. He is hard. Push rush rush this blood. Huge teenage cock into. i close my eyes under the shade of the cherry bush. Boy cunt. Boom. Boy cunt. Boom. Right hand wipe ass. hands flush first blood. Kick. kick at the splash. Break me. clash make me. We tangle. Man-o-war. We Tangle. We Tangle. We Tangle. Wounded island boys search for any hole that may hold fresh water. I proposed a treaty and watched him drink. Watched him break it. washing ink off my hands in the sweet source. I reckon i should have learned to whistle... blow. Blow. Blow those black sails in.