Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that. ..... I wanna call it despair? I mean it'a not that bad, but i can't really think of anything else to call it so let's just call it despair. That creeping feeling of despair come over me again.I have been doing this for years now, get home, eat some shitty dinner, watch some shitty shows, go to sleep, wake up and jerk off, eat a shitty breakfeast, repeat. And then soon enough i would get a apartment, met a slightly above average girl, marry her, pump out two to three brats, buy a house, and. For just a break. Then mom came in, holding a breakfast tray in her hands. She had put on a black apron that could not hide her nipples or her waist.Uncle:you cheated! You need to be punished for this!Mom:punished??I got you breakfast toh!Uncle:chup randi..Quickly take it off..And bring that tray here.Mom quickly set the tray on the bed and took off her apron, but the smile on her face told that she was going to enjoy the punishment.Uncle then grabbed mom by her hand and brought her down to bed.Read More
