..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Got an Apple and Snakes Slam on Tuesday and this is what I intend performing

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Breezing through strumpet straat where the whores grin vertically,

Check out the merchandise baby its all for sale and cocks get hard but no hearts throb down here

Amsterdam, just like I pictured it hookers, drugs and everything

Quickly get caught up in a current, sea of foreign grunts swimming in their sweat and sex stained stink

Peep shows blinking, peep shows blinking, hookers winking, hookers winking, posing, posing, posing in unnatural states, trying to eye catch in a cliché of wet pussy dreams

Sayin' yackety yack about fucky sucky Mr.

'See my man' get yourself high on this pink e which looks like a migraine tablet and costs just fifteen euros but to you its thirteen (you honky bastard!)

So although it doesn't make me happy it succeeds in blocking the racket coming from every corner of this midnight street.

Slinking, I lounge down, sinking into cobbled pillows and imagine I'm waving my genitals and shrieking with delight as I get it all for free

S'like being hooked in the grass and screaming with joy by mounting policemen

Insatiate I drag my ass, hiccupping into a peep show and ending up on the Stage dancing with Serena Sunset whose Sordid thighs clamp around me forcing Sex bananas into my gaping mouth

Slipping as I fall from grace into the front row populated by hot Japanese businessmen all dwarfed by their bulging cocks and tits that ripple from the stage

Steamy haze I crawl along almost fainting I swear I see a bearded Paul wailing against the wall

I just want jelly, I want jelly, I want jelly all over me

Supping the piss warm beer in a half piss pot cup barely quenches the thirst that's now descending from whatever I've taken

Sliding, slipping and falling about laughing, its a gas and am knocked about by the foot soldiers of Absolute Depravity who've gathered in the lobby to relieve me of whatever godforsaken currency I'm carrying (as long as its dollars or euros)

Seeing it now more cunt fairies all humming pornographic hymns which fit perfectly their cocksmoking mouths like a match made in whichever hedonistic heaven they fucked their way out of

Suddenly reaching the end now my brothel creepers sprayed with whatever bodily fluid they saw fit to cling on to and it was all of them, I see what I came here for

Mada, ahh Mada

Stumble on in to her shop front boudoir or boulangerie like an opticians oasis in a myriad of menageries

cold tiled floor, clinical white sheets, like the frozen pond we were always too scared to skate on.

'So tell me what's your name baby?' as she draws the blind.

Snatchin at her I cup her thighs, finger her gown as I'm assailed and relaxed by Dutch Jif.

Sneaking a peek I watch her in the full length bedside mirror as she smothers me with sex for sale.

Slap her hot and funky black ass like I own it, as I've just paid for it, stroke her breast, she stands and screams 'Tit is extra, you want tit it extra' like a shrieking fishwife mother, do I really wanna fuckher

nah I'll just take the fuck for sale and no apple pie

what scissors of the mind could ever take you to this place.

then she covers your cock and gives it a slurp, don't feel horny just pity for the synthetic taste she has to endure, endlessly although maybe she likes it like people hooked on licking stamps but without the extra kick.

as i pump i wonder if i'll make her cum, what a cocksman i would be if i could make the hooker come and wonder if the thousands who came before ever had the same thought

so i pump a little harder and i see myself and smile until i realise what she endures is nothing and that what i'm doing is ego masturbation and I may as well be alonely the way I used to be

and as she lies there intermittently grunting for effect i hear the holy laughter from the river outside, picture all the eyeless windows and i pump a little harder so i can get out of this place.

and she takes the bubble wrapped packet of lust and dumps it down the gaping toilet I hadn't noticed before such was my excitement and bewildnernessed state of mind, with her free hand she wipes my cock with a towel but I don't make eye contact yet I know that hers are still bright

yeah i'll just take the fuck for sale and fuck the apple pie.

I'm really enjoying the fact that members of the BNP are finding the time and the inclination to leave me offensive messages and be somewhat threatening over the internet. Haven't you got jobs to go to? Silly question eh.

You could though answer me a question. I've recently discovered that I'm part third generation Irish and part fourt generation Turkish. What do I do?

Do I hand myself over to the authorities or do I get a one way ticket back home? But where is home? Is that Turkey or Ireland or somewhere in the middle?

I even discovered that my great grandfather was in the IRA. What on earth was he thinking standing up to the tyrannical, bigoted British Empire?

Hmm what's goin' on?

Ah I've been doing a Simon Wiesanthal mission this week and harrassing those lovely BNP piss flap cunts (I hope you're reading this and I especially hope you comment with your racist, segregationist, holocaust denial bile)

Basically i've looked at the BNP sites on here which sickened me to the very core and messaged most of their friends, made threats, taunted, abused and ridiculed their ridiculous beliefs. No apologies, fuck 'em.

I've had some small successes, the YBNP (Young) were displaying University logos, I had those removed and personal thanks from some Uni Vice Chancellors which was nice. I've heard the usual shite "I'm not racist but......."

You know what "Fuck you" you absolute shitbags. Anybody who can agree with a manifesto along the lines of "we are opposed to any form of non european integration" so basically you mean all the non whites (and you just know in private when your having your little wannabe skinhead meetings you're saying niggers and pakis.) You're racist, the BNP are racist and I hope you all get the ebola virus and die in agony. I've never felt as much hatred as I do towards the BNP. I don't even hate my ex wife that much. You're evil, ignorant scum sucking pigs. I've even got the slightest respect for Combat 18 cause at least they admitted it instead of trying to hide behind a watered down glazed screen of bullshit and spin the way the BNP do.

And the little girl who told me I was ugly and that she wasn't racist (Bryony Culley) yet she nannied for an Indian family but voted BNP all the way, I hope your next orgasm causes an embellism you fuckwit. By the way my daughters fell asleep in my arms the night you said that, which made me feel very lovely and squishy.

The YBNP said to me I hope you're proud of your little victories and for a few moments i doubted that I had won anything cause i hadn't changed their minds.

However and I think this is really, really important......I showed my 11 & 12 year old daughters what racism looked like and they worked out for themselves why it was wrong and how very, very ugly it is. So whilst I didn't win anything I think I once again showed my beautiful little girls not only what kind of man I am but what kind of women I'd like them to be (I realise that sound very Waltons, but its exactly the way I feel.) I also think they were proud of me which made me feel......hmm how did it make me feel? Like a good dad, what more could I want.

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