"Uhnn Uhnn Uhmmm"
Not again! He could screamed that on top of his voice. Damn! Why was it always at that spot. Why was it always at that time? Why was it always whenever he wanted the best part of the lady? Why was it always when his erection tiptoed? Why was it always whenever his hungry hands soothe their anger on the taunting tits of his opponents? Why was it always when the lady was having the best time with him? Why was it always when the both of them were already engrossed. Like caught up in some elevated Utopia. Why was it always then? He couldn't make meaning of it. He tried really hard to, but his acumen was been smothered. His guesses were not fleshing. He knew that they would remain skeletal. He feared that their bones would be super creepy. He feared that he wouldn't be able to have them soothed or fixed. He didn't even know what to think. He simply needed to ask. As the callous R
"Why in the wide world would he do that" He moved closer to her as he tried to pick the crumps of syllables smothered by his curiosity. He swept them into a whole and tried to be logical. For he had no idea what she was talking about. "What did you mean? Who? What?" His patience was being tried. He knew that. He had no idea if she was doing it on purpose or time was just supplanting some hideous stances. He couldn't really be sure of what to think. He was just sure that he knew that he was making his words out. Her rage mated with his patience, he had no idea what the byproduct would be. But of course he was expectant. "Goddamnit, twas too open. What in the wide world was he thinking? Has he no shame at all? Arrrgh"
"And so what?" "Why do you have problem with everything? Like almost everything? Like what's the Goddamn problem with you?" "See who's talking. You think you're better than me or what? But well, I can think better than your blank skull for brain." "Of course you can, and you couldn't save your mom's death." "Dreg!" "Hey, Paul. Don't come in please. She thinks she's all bossy. I'm here for her. " The ray on Sea's eyes were dimmed. It seemed as though she would tear, but she obviously wasn't ready to give in easily. She was beginning to act all tough. Though twas quite obvious that what Dreg had mentioned was her soft spot in conversation, for she would always s
"It's whose turn today?" His jolting jaw swayed to the rhythm of the syllables. His whiskers were used to the rhythm and did find no big deal about the whole deal. But he could say that his eerie eyes were getting heavier every now and then that he could feel that one or two days, one of them would pop out. He knew that that was some jumpy jokes. He would chuckle over it whenever its rusty rays sweep across the boulevard of his thoughts. At most smiles, his jaw would quake and ache. He didn't mind. That should be the best feeling at that age. He was getting old. He wouldn't keep heading the pack forever. He couldn't help it. If he did try to force it, he might break or crush his will to live. He wouldn't do that. He did have only few years more to live. He could hear the crooning of death from the rear of taunted time. He was making himself ready for the great concert. His part and melody must not be
"You think sending them both would ease things." She looked at him as the two cubs left. She knew that twasnt so appreciative to keep referring to them as cubs. They were quite old then and she knew that. She had been strong for them even when their father had been gone for like forever. She could use being there for them in such times as that which had caught up with them. She knew what she thinking was quite accurate. What wasn't accurate was how long she had been unconsciously nursing the thought before letting the words slide through her lips. She was of sundry opinions matter-of-factly, but she was having the best of her thoughts. She was trying to be sane for quite some whiles. She actually did not prefer one over the other and could manage the two even when they stick around. She did have her ways with them and could make them sit together in peace. She was a mother and that was the kinda th
"I've got a plan..." He swigged a mouthful of flesh and looked at her. She was indifferent. She always was. She never gave a damn about him. He had no idea why. He probably had an idea but would keep feigning that he didn't. He wouldn't want any odds with his sister. But how about a sister who wanted odds with him? He had no idea what to think. He didn't want to create chaos, but if chaos was bound to be, he wouldn't be the one to stop it. He was never that kinda guy. He did have his own strengths and weaknesses. He wouldn't allow any pain seeped in the consciousness of others have the best part of him. He had been keeping his calm and would keep to it for as long as possible. That was the best thing he could do. He couldn't had just forced an opinion on her. She did have her own choice. As well as he. Each person's choice should be inflected or inspired by what did prick the interest of such. He ha
"Is he drunk?" He was going to take everything he had heard but not that one. How would he? He didn't want to flare up. He was keeping his calm. He was old matter-of-factly. Old age wouldn't avail him some stances anymore. He was already a pawn of time. He looked at Reagan conscious of what she was saying and had said. He was making sure that he had gotten the message appropriately and accurately. He was making sure that he didn't miss out on any of the semantic denotations of the message. He had made sure on those and was right actually. He didn't know how to process what he had heard. But he was going to. He wasn't going to ignore. His felon fate had been tampered with he guessed. He wasn't taking churning chances. He wouldn't watch that have the best part of him. Twas actually already having the best part. He was just feigning. But he had no idea how long he would keep the feigns going. He knew th
"Keep abreast what will happen" He watched his father's limbs swayed to a rhythm he could not fathom its origin. But he was sure what pulled the birth of such. The need to conquer. The need to win. The need to eat. Hunger. Appetizer. Whatever it might seem. He didn't care. He just loved seeing his father sway to jungle jive. It did lend him goosebumps. He was sure that his father was far from being hungry. They had eaten. Like even to stupor. They were just out there to game and catch fun. The pull to that was bewitching. He loved the impact of the apt atmosphere on his consciousness. He had never felt that in a very long. He kept his gaze on him as he charged after a pack of deers. He had no idea what he was up to. The four limbs were heaving sassy sighs as they hopped and found chemistry between their rage and the eerie Earth's. Then as he dragged by the running deers, he simply tossed the right one of the front limbs. It pushed the deer forward, marring the sanity of the sked
"Bot, engage her." She looked towards them. She looked across them. She looked through them. Like a peer. She don't know what she was going to think. She better not hewn thoughts with inconsequential stances. Twas quite remote. The meaning of everything. How everything did play out. What her father was trying to say. She couldn't be so sure. She didn't want to be a pawn to all. She tried to be sane. Engage in what sense. What did he mean by engage her?Get her married? Never! That could never be true. She knew that quite well. Her father wouldn't watch the two of them get married. Never happened and would never. She browsed in rage. Rusty rage. That was the best she could do. She did hide her worries and fears behind her rage. What a typical tiger would do. She was conscious of whatever would be supplanted. Time was not ready to test the stance and she wasn't to play dummy to som