Gee, some people are showing off their ugly buckled wives! They have never have enough of each other so they stuck together together all the time every time. And finally they sick of each other and heading for opposite direction; having an affaire or fling to four corners for their own pathological spaces. Gone with sunset under the horizon forever or admission of their own so- human endeavors. Quest for their own self-revelation loveless romance and they come back their wives’ wellington-booted sun barked weathered faces, pleading guilty of Hamlet line and saying; please take me, I am the guiltiest true, made from sin, you have to forgive me as I forgive you too, we are heavenly mate our raved graveyard blur blur… What is so magic about stuck together all the time; anyway go together under few meters graveyard eventfully, cozily amorously hugging each other between shrouded skeleton, grating teethed souls; copulating squeak noised graveyard wind, make a perfect Pol Pot-requiem!
Update: some people were saying, meeting their ugly wives is the best decision they have ever made, well life has not finished yet, how they know that is the best decision they are making their entire life, many years yet to come the decision making process… I gather they are just bit of slimy,…
