idiot savant 2 untitled

I have awoke conciously. Still strapped to this inferior makeshift wooden bed. The women have taken me hostage. I helped trained them and they have coup dtat my sorry ass. I can't blame all of it however. I went from zero to sexify in the first 5 months on the island. Has it been 5 months already? Who knows? I'm going to break the fourth wall and ask you what you think. And all I hear is silence and cries from the babies goo goo ga gas. I figured they took all they needed but the still haven't let me untangle myself. The Queen hierachy is over but then again, no one pays attention to me except a woman in her early 20s. She is my ink i need to get back to the outside island. I shall call her Octopus. My octopus. Sounds so sweet doesn't it. I don't understand what she's saying half the time so i just nod my head and smile and she just talks and talks. In my mind she's talking about another island, but most likely it's about her Apple iPhone she got from the cessna. It got smashed when she was playing volleyball. See, the island caters to the female pursuasion. I ask Octopus to loosen my hand threads and she does so. She is fertile and asks me if we could, ya know. And for once in the first time in my life I say no. The sun is hot today. I bite through my restraints and my hands are free and she helps me untie my legs. I begin to stand up, but fail miserably. I need to grab onto the desk to help me regain my balance. My hands miraculously work when she pours me a handful of nuts. I wonder if there's a teevee to watch the baseball game on. All I can hear in my mind is slider and breaking ball. But no, these are just voices in my head. I step out of the hut and it hits me. I can swim back. Swim back, or die trying. There's a buzzard circling my hut and it just annoys me.