ye little festoon
boy ye little dog ye little festoon upon my shore have thee any wives? none oh i see well how pathetic you are alone you are not married you have no wife you are gay you faggot and even faggots get married and you’re not even a married faggot no you are pathetic you live on the bottom of this sea like a little sea urchin begging to breathe the freshness of the surface but all you'll know is despair the heavy weight of the ocean on your back not even your shell can protect you not even a bigger shell can help you you must journey alone young sea urchin and maybe you’ll find treasure but it’s unlikely because my ship was not burried there in fact it is still ashore and i’m writing this from portsmouth you fool you can only hear this because sound carries far across the ocean my friend marconi told me that i on the other hand prefer radio its advantageous to the human spirit it uplifts whereas the sea only drains it is a plummeting mess and you belong there unlike i for i am on the surface i have two legs and many wives that you do not possess my life is rich not even in bounty but in experiences for i travel far and wild and i laugh at the wind which presents itself upon me like a lazy lover licking my neck my back my pussy and my crack