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 leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and simple, gentle brainWhich longs with every coarse heartbeatSurroundings dainty and petite.BODY: Who says that I'm some jail. The Adavendril class-action lawsuit." Yes, I represented the pharmaceutical company." He had no intention ofplaying games with the driver, but intended instead to keep her talkingtill he found a way to escape.The girl nodded, face intent on the road ahead. They turned onto RineholdAvenue, and he saw a few children playing baseball in a vacant lot."Avavendril caused the deaths of five teenagers, AFTER it was declared fitby the FDA. Nine others became incurable epileptics by the supposedly'Safe'. “Would you mind…?” ‘What kind of question is that?’ I think while I stare at the dark-skinned hunk who’s standing between my legs with a boner just as big as John’s. It’s crazy. Do I mind? Do I mind that this stranger wants to stick his swollen penis in my freshly fucked vagina? A few short looks travel back and forth between John’s eyes and mine, and when he winks at me without a hint of jealousy, my grin threatens to reach all around my head. “What are you waiting for?” I tease the stranger..Read More
