My first attempt on tetrameter
will have an eclectic blend
of adjectives in jigger:
mad, perturbed, glad, saddened
paint just how I feel currently.
My first attempt on tetrameter
will have an eclectic blend
of adjectives in jigger:
mad, perturbed, glad, saddened
paint just how I feel currently.
After spending two glorious weeks on the Island of the Gods and the Australian Tourist (Bali), I recently returned to the Big Durian. Overall, I discovered two things:
Oh, Abu Bakar Bashir. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s your lips, cherry red, almost pulsing with sexuality. Your stare, beady, all knowing. Your lazy bedroom eye, oh, yes, point me in the right direction. That hand, held ever so slightly effeminately, it keeps me wondering, you mystery man you.
So. Much. Desire. So. Very. Very. Illegal.
Yeah. So. New Pornography bill. Awesome stuff. It got passed today, in great urgency to protect woman and children.
In fact, Indonesia’s been so caught up in the banning of sexual desire that they’re still mulling over whether a 43-year-old Muslim cleric who married a 12-year-old girl called Ulfa has done anything wrong.
In the strict ranks of sexuality in conservative Indonesia, heterosexuality is the norm; homosexuality and bisexuality are taboo; pedophilia is a crime and bestiality unheard of.
Well, that rang true for me until reading last week’s news of a 70-year-old man caught two months ago having sex with his cow in Buleleng, Bali.