Ease on out in front of me, swaying back and forth in the lane while texting.
Let me get just close enough... just close enough to unload this shotgun into the side of your face.
The weight of your corpse gently steers the car off into the ditch.
cleaning girl coming in. She bends over to pick things up around my office. I become interested. She notices my interest and bends over again, accidentally flashing me her cotton panties. I ask her to clean on top of my desk. She complies... and keeps complying with my requests...
Me - "Yes. I would like a number 10, fantasized, with a dr. pepper."
Cashier - "Will that be all?"
Me - "Yes that's all"
Cashier - "Your total is $5.78. Drive to the first window"
Me - "Ummm...I said fantasized. Shouldn't that be, you know...free?"
Cashier - "Not here...
guilty because we fantasize with someone about having hot passionate sex as an impossible reality? Thinking it mustn't be real for it is much too sensual?
But what if it is 'real ' and what if it does 'exist'? What if that existence is actually a reality? Would we take it on or...