Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...
Wait woman wait, your ‘would be’ shall come one day. He is with his future-ex now.
The real answer: Vicarage has gone to the market with his parents. If you have any message, you can leave for him.
“You liar, Vicarage” as the reply is harsh, knows me and knows Kali. But we can do anything. This is materialistic world and here papers and documents are more valuable than the life itself. So what’s the official answer? “ Vicarage is with his parents namely Emily. Ask me more
Ask me more Lady and you shall get some more answers. Ask about sometimes, even I am handsome. I don’t cheat on anyone.
Sitting there and chanting out the same repetitive monotonous syllable. This is what I was made for. But I can give the sense of false hope. I can never hurt someone, the only thing I can do is love, love and love. The job is like a clerk the answers may be boring but the replies aren’t.
Some are given below:
“you are always out, you just don’t want to talk to me, that’s it.”
“um!(teasing) gone with parents, never grow old! You be with parents… May your parents and be with them.”
“What about me! Hey! Listen let’s go to the cinema, it has been a long time.”
“ At least pay attention to your answer tone. Do update that.”
“You go to hell after that. You M***********, f*** you”
And there are much more. Why am I employed here, when the job of mine is fail and tell lies to fail to say the truth. Sitting idle but attentive like the sniper, I glue my eyes on the landline. Whenever there is some movement I quickly detect and fire my lies on him, However, my aims do hit but the person doesn’t die. In other words, I have become an old technology. I don’t know how they look but from the voice, I can judge the symmetry in their voice. And none can lie to me, but I can’t speak, I can only detect. It is like having money and fame but one has to lose them all.
But this didn’t stop me and I didn’t commit suicide. I am living my life, I have discovered my sources of entertainment and attraction. The microphone finds me attractive and we together work to make it the family called the landline.
Ask me more
By S.D. Sycther
“Hello? Who’s there? May I speak to Vicarage? Hello, Who's there? May...”Wait woman wait, your ‘would be’ shall come one day. He is with his future-ex now.
The real answer: Vicarage has gone to the market with his parents. If you have any message, you can leave for him.
“You liar, Vicarage” as the reply is harsh, knows me and knows Kali. But we can do anything. This is materialistic world and here papers and documents are more valuable than the life itself. So what’s the official answer? “ Vicarage is with his parents namely Emily. Ask me more
Ask me more Lady and you shall get some more answers. Ask about sometimes, even I am handsome. I don’t cheat on anyone.
Sitting there and chanting out the same repetitive monotonous syllable. This is what I was made for. But I can give the sense of false hope. I can never hurt someone, the only thing I can do is love, love and love. The job is like a clerk the answers may be boring but the replies aren’t.
Some are given below:
“you are always out, you just don’t want to talk to me, that’s it.”
“um!(teasing) gone with parents, never grow old! You be with parents… May your parents and be with them.”
“What about me! Hey! Listen let’s go to the cinema, it has been a long time.”
“ At least pay attention to your answer tone. Do update that.”
“You go to hell after that. You M***********, f*** you”
And there are much more. Why am I employed here, when the job of mine is fail and tell lies to fail to say the truth. Sitting idle but attentive like the sniper, I glue my eyes on the landline. Whenever there is some movement I quickly detect and fire my lies on him, However, my aims do hit but the person doesn’t die. In other words, I have become an old technology. I don’t know how they look but from the voice, I can judge the symmetry in their voice. And none can lie to me, but I can’t speak, I can only detect. It is like having money and fame but one has to lose them all.
But this didn’t stop me and I didn’t commit suicide. I am living my life, I have discovered my sources of entertainment and attraction. The microphone finds me attractive and we together work to make it the family called the landline.
The love story
I found her too attractive, she was kissed by many and this made me jealous, which held me to fall in love with her. We stayed in the same building, she stayed on the bottom floor and I preferred the top one. All these days, when he wasn’t home, there was nothing more to do except enjoying the rains by staring at eyewash other. These humans have created cruel relationships. But the nature law wins it finally. And we are together.The grief
The technology has changed and money has visited his house, So It’s time to get out and die, So ask me more…
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