TWENTY WOMEN FROM DEVIL'S ISLAND EAT TOFU WITH ME: T H E POEM

$wenty paces from his residence

Young Jorgen laid down his final.bars

And sped his manic layers

Toward the furthest quadrant of

Mortality. He said, " i ~ 6 m 0esta'usted?"

And the character of Nexarel

Replied, "Me llamo Southgate."

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"Hasta manana, you stupid fuck."

This is what Jorgen said, rather

M a t ~ e rof factly. "It's lit to pop

And nobody's gonna stop."

Jorgen took out his sentinel of

Virility, the towering pillar of

His masculinity, and frigged it

. Violently until the sparkling

Slick testament of his potency
Shot forth from the amorous portal
And bathed his youngbreasts
In the thick essence of
Man.
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"Dreams...they complicate my life."

This is what Jorgen said, rather

Matter of factly. "Dreams ...

they

Compliment my life."

Jorgen eased his breathing

After the zenith of his pubescent

Arousal had been reached.

With his thin finger on his right

Hand, which just moments

Before was easing his personal

Volcano to eruption., and used it

To take a precious sample of his

Man-juice to his tongue

And to taste the pure essence of his

youth, the thick essence of

Man.

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"You can tra-la-la all you like."

This is what Jorgen said, rather

Matter of Factly. '.''Seeksweet

Content. "

Jorgen then slept, not to have

A dream of manhood: those solemn

Dreams that wake one up to slick bedsheets,

But to dream of the fire that

Bestowed the rocks with their final

Spring.