crab apple loves cookie pete

My name is Crab Apple, I was born in a pile of kelp on a beach by a bitch who left me there to die. My infant hands wet from the blood and the salt from the sea, dead fish. I was a crier, angry crying. Why, did the waves of the current of the static of the soul from the bowels of this world bring me here? At this time at that time. I was an angry baby. If I knew better, I would have used all that emotion from crying switch it up and move my baby self to the water the salty vast fluid and drown hopefully come back in ten minutes as a mermaid