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Amsterdam
I got home from my BeNeLux trip yesterday.
I only wrote one poem and drew a few pictures.
The pictures may be posted later. Here is the poem and the picture that accompanies.
*****DISCLAIMER*****
rated R for
strong sexual and obscene language
drug references
"I'll Jam your Dam" by The Jeff Anema
Take a tiny trip to the Amsterdam.
Relax with a refreshment reserved for a relished repose from the rigors of reality.
Everyone around is enveloped in extracurricular experimentation.
Chill out and camp in a cozy canal avoiding adverse attention.
Enjoy the existential effects of your retreat into reefer, red eyed, embracing the eloquence of random realizations on the red lighted raunchy lust ridden lanes ready to rant and rave.
Peering perplexed at your peers as you pass paradoxical places, pondering personal problems.
Faced with flawed facades, flying high! Feeling horny for a filthy whore who hopelessly fingers for fools to fuck as she feigns happiness
in a fake half smile,
all the while freeing her mind
from the vile half mile, forgetting the fresh memory of another phallus
filled with bile, prophylactically penetrating and pounding passionately with
guiltless guarded guile. The gaudy streets teem with trendy types tirelessly trudging through tourist traps taking time to talk in freaky deaky dutch about how much their town rocks.
I only wrote one poem and drew a few pictures.
The pictures may be posted later. Here is the poem and the picture that accompanies.
*****DISCLAIMER*****
rated R for
strong sexual and obscene language
drug references
"I'll Jam your Dam" by The Jeff Anema
Take a tiny trip to the Amsterdam.
Relax with a refreshment reserved for a relished repose from the rigors of reality.
Everyone around is enveloped in extracurricular experimentation.
Chill out and camp in a cozy canal avoiding adverse attention.
Enjoy the existential effects of your retreat into reefer, red eyed, embracing the eloquence of random realizations on the red lighted raunchy lust ridden lanes ready to rant and rave.
Peering perplexed at your peers as you pass paradoxical places, pondering personal problems.
Faced with flawed facades, flying high! Feeling horny for a filthy whore who hopelessly fingers for fools to fuck as she feigns happiness
in a fake half smile,
all the while freeing her mind
from the vile half mile, forgetting the fresh memory of another phallus
filled with bile, prophylactically penetrating and pounding passionately with
guiltless guarded guile. The gaudy streets teem with trendy types tirelessly trudging through tourist traps taking time to talk in freaky deaky dutch about how much their town rocks.
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