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horse ass, whore ass, poor asses (Free verse) by peaceseeker

Dear sweet, fantastic, ecstatic Boombazi, how could you cancel your gig at the Free Street Taverna last night? bummed me out to no end, you in NY instead of the best city in the world, right here. fortunately, a small herd of pretty sheep rounded me up for a tour of the freak-show (Wharf Street, Portland, ME, around midnight on a fateful Saturday night). I wandered through wander-lust street, just another stoned sheep,in a sea of drunk MTV tortured souls, late last night. complimentary roses (with purchase) from the sweet Asian woman, the only saving grace from the horror of what I witnessed occur behind a dilapidated old bar, fenced in from the reality of sobriety and love at first, I thought there were firecrackers the snaps so loud, the reaction of the crowd so enticed, yet fearful of the power of the crack of the whip on a woman's ass prone position she stood, size of a horse pencil thin friends swarming around her over and over, her hands on the brick wall head back, thong exposed, "spank me" she said, tilting back bottle after bottle the chosen whipper, shamelessly did a running head start, whipped her ass with a crack so loud, everone's eyes watered, they laughed, congratulated him, comforted this poor girl, what brought her to this? what brought us all to this inhumility?

nentwined 14-Sep-03/7:40 PM
strange.




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