Ultimately it’s a jar, the sun and the moon watch, and so much is dependent on your mood and frequency, your mom works for human resources, and in regards to each connection to you, there’s a relevant job for so many, the door is closed, your father and wife are inside, do you care to look, just from the action or inclination, the echo of the rest of the story lingers, a soft caress, a kiss on the lips, and you''re outside of it, it’s just a question, Schrodinger''s pussy, your daughter’s panties, she bends over, your gaze, how long does it linger, she’s sleeping, put it in, just a finger, boom, bam, like being promoted to management, your whole life echoes, thirty, forty, you’re retired, you’re dead, all lingering on a decision, how bad do you want it, in the end it’s just an answer on a test, a stat point allotment, love, life, or struggle, pugilist or tarot reader, Sisyphus, content to push boulders each eternity, what does it matter, does she like it, ask the question again and again, her lips are wet, like a swamp, stinky, such a hairy kitty, she winks, who knows, maybe it’s worth it, the price echoes, hell is always around the corner, sink or swim, so many homeless people, what Jesus would do...This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.