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Here I am sitting to receive my heritage certificate when my Dutch love in pure white skin and black hair is sitting feet apart in white Christian baptism underwear looking in my eyes smiling. "It is wrong."
I am Adris Alex. I am Swed and Lithuanian nativity culture with a dirt passport from Lithuania learning to live with my Dutch love looking at her white colour and understanding we are gasping her father in our new apartment.
I am sitting on his lungs and she is sitting on whote pillow. "I make you pregnant after this."
"Yeah right." Anna Ammelie lyed.
I press my soft fingertips on her knees. "You press it harder."
"Ok." My Dutch girlfriend Anna Ammelie said. I felt my piece harder moments before I made her pregnant.
It was our Dutch love and common understanding living together and learning to have a loving relationship from two different cultures like we would be to each other a live chicken resisting pulling feathers off.
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We are learning to live together and we are smoking our victory cigarette. We finally defeated our nemesis and killed her father for our apartment.
"It was insane sound beat your father made."
"You made me taste Philip Morris like a shit."
"Why love?"
"Adris. You are Swed from Lithuania but I know you have a passport from Lithuania."
"Maybe it means Dutch "Vandaag" in our conversation verbally expressing our minds?"
"She spats on the floor." I am looking like what?
"You remember you made me spit on your dick next to our dead father to make me pregnant?"
"Yes. It was my cold decision seeing your white Dutch panties." It did slid better.
Her hand drops this cigarette. "I really mean these Philip Morris cigarettes are sponsors of our dead father."
We both laugh understanding he died from lung disease. It was our common humour we found it.
"How long I need to pretend to be homeless to be street journalist and field research for Roosendaal Journal and you in our new apartment complaining when I will come back. Dear Anna Amelie."
"Yes. Adris Alex. I am focking your neighbours every day." She spoke in thick English voice.
We both laughed.
"You should stop writing every Saturday in Roosendaal Bibliotheek and spread my legs more."
"I know darling you are mimicking my language."
She laughs and kisses me. "You now finally loser you understand you only want me."
"I was always so worried in my mind. I will never find you. You know like a good Swed we do not speak about Monarchy but let me be your Prince dear Princess Alexia in our dream home far away from Kingdom of Netgerlands in Netherlands."
"Yes. You can!" She lifted her arms up to hug me before I go to work.
"But it is not far from reality a loser like you can marry me because you made me present." Her sweet lips kisses my cheeks.
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"You know your friend Louis really made me angry last week."
"Why?"
"He offered sex."
"You know you are playing to be a woman kind of my skin but I am worried."
"He really said he will take me to Antwerpen City Hostel in Antwerpen Grokte Markt and will rape me because they rape Dutch and België females paying their boyfriends from illegal M16 three trucks full of euros to set English spies for future King William."
"Yeah I heard their rape campaign but I don't care." I hug her.
"No really! They rape females across Antwerpen Butchery 34 Plaats to scare contract killers and threatening with the meat stock they have."
"No way darling?" I hold her elbows when she pushes me away.
"You know I am real Antwerpen Butcher and main spies city kontrollier. I already know they melted Queen Elizabeth gold and launder in United Kingdom Casino. They converted it in Poland and learned I planned to steal King Charles Diamonds planned to kill me."
"You focking asshole." She hits me over my body whipping her palm. "You better bring Louis meat for dinner."
Our both laugh learned Louis was a good guy and we should invite him for dinner.
"My real name is Audrius Razma. IK Audrius Razma." I said in Dutch and English.
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Our French sleek black hair Jan Leving shows up not like grey white hair friend Louis. We have wine and dinner party on green rooftop terrace.
Jan Leving: "I think our toast is done and salute."
Louis: "Ik ok." Is from Dutch I am ok.
Adris Alex: "We tonight at least do not talk about the sex."
Anna Ammelie: "I am dead tired." I start to laugh she said it.
"Maybe a tissue?"
"No thank you." My love Anna Ammelie spoke.
"You know guys. I clean for better than you in our butchery 34 Plaats."
"Ik ok." Louis smiles with his grey moustache to my brown moustache.
"Ik ok." The offer Jan starts to worry he did not clean up the half size tiles shows last year this pig blood because we run out acid powder.
"Ik ok." I am ok Louis says to laugh because he forgot to buy it.
"But it think autumn fresh morning air breezing leaves through open window behind bars. The coldness and chest weight bench. Our bin bags with clothes with full charity to travellers. The washing machine and freezer full of park in lunch bags. Our fire fighter spray wall hole to relax when we are tired with the laundry. Very much our show of bleach and acid like a males fridge." I exale to drink. I start to laugh holding a joint of weed I brought from Enschede.
"Merci." Jan Leving says to drink in his caught up throat like no cycling can clear-up.
I exale. "I think they will arrest me when I realise this memoir." When thinking to myself.
My love Anna Ammelie does kiss me on the cheek. We she hugs me. "Dankju well." It is thank you in Netherlands language.
"Heerlijk Liefde." I am learning Dutch with her when I saw her scratching her neck offering to shave my beard off and leave my moustache. It was awful I turned back to say to know her. The ambulance closed their doors on her. I later met her to talk about our dreams how we should imagine we spend our leisure.
You know my name is best spelled in French language of love.
Vaak
Then I sit down alone in balcony when everyone left thinking about my life as material thinking I am empty what I should write in my next Barnes and Noble bestseller.