Island of Jewels

Peeling paint, dead cigarettes... old cobwebs on the ceiling. Feeling faint, the spider fled - the flies played hide 'n' seek. We wrestled cheek to cheek, pink naked on the sheets. A feel was cheap, a deeper thrill was steeper. Camera peeped, directo

Give the boy a uniform, a unicorn, a horn, a sawn off shotgun and a cause... an ORDER. Cross a border. Tell him "Heads must roll!" Can fetch them back on poles. No rules except "Amuse yourself, abuse at leisure. Steal the treasure. Screw an