Emancipation

The slave was chained to the ceiling in the white mansion. Sadly enduring his confinement he was singing, in this bed I scream when he overheard a conversation between his master and his master’s mistress.
“Let’s have a baby,” he said to her. The Mistress declined at this time, reminding him that his financial affairs were no excuse to still be adhered to his wife. She exaggerated with these words, “Master dear, not until you get your groove on, will I be your jam of the year.” She continued with tears in her eyes, “I can’t make you love me, I am leaving you.”
The master demanded she did not go, begging she was his soul sanctuary.
“I am not one of your slaves you keep in chains until it’s time to work.”
“I wish he was face down, he’s not one of us.” the master proclaimed.
The mistress who was somebody’s somebody, shouted, “How could you do that to the human body? Even still in this new world?
The master’s temper grew as he returned her defiance with…”My dear, I suspected the plan, when I traveled joint to joint, and heard the city gossip. I became like a curious child when I investigated an emale left on my computer.”
The master walked to the cherry wood desk and unlocked the top drawer, removed his revolver, and placed it firmly in his holster, as he continued intimidating his mistress with what the emale had said.
“Dear friend, lover, sister, I want u right back here in my arms but, I am damned if I do. I will sleep around The Holy River, reminiscing the night we had sex in the summer. I will pray for the love we make. Until then, La La La La La means I love you.” signed your, Da Da Da.
The master rested his hand on his gun, as these words left his clenched teeth,
“Betcha By Golly Wow!, I am certain it is the slave I have chained upstairs that’s been, dreamin’ about u. And! I Demand! As long as I breath, I will be Mr. Happy,
If in chains is where he’ll stay!
The mistress found her emancipation, in drawing a silver knife from beneath her skirt, and slit the infidel’s throat. She mumbled the words, “Mr. Master, you should have invested more courting’ time with me,” as the master’s life left him.
The Mistress hurried upstairs in her blood stained dress to rescue her savior in
A passionate style.
She untied her lover, they fled the mansion, and ran to a distant meadow. He thanked her….One kiss at a time.
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ok

It worked. ZZZZzzzzz...

in this bed eye scream as i sit with my computer and read your emale
sayin "courtin' time is over, mr happy, the human body is designed
for more than sleepin around, having sex in the summer, face down
and tied up like a slave. i want to be somebody's somebody i want
to be somebody's friend, lover, sister, mother/wife. we could be
sleeping joint 2 joint with me dreaming about u and u dreaming about
me being ur soul sanctuary. we could kiss each other's fears away,
one kiss at a time. i know that i can't make u love me and by now,
i'll be damned if i do. don't fool urself into thinking you are my
saviour cuz every time we gets up only one of us enjoys this thing you
refer to as the love we make. you say let's have a baby
when you're out all nite to get your groove on. mister, you ain't got
no style. that's right you bitch i'm out the door, it's time for my
emancipation "

good job IstenSzek...it's fun isn't it?

IstenSzek said:

It's Crazy, You such An Honest Man that you can admit to such a thing. Judging from your Screams Of Passion and the look of Mr. Happy, it's clear that you're the only one that's Satisfied here. We really should find a New Position for the television. Other people have to get something out of this, too. I didn't know that Mad Sex meant I would be mad after. Let's forget about the Future Baby. Mama on her way to take you back home to your little boy room in Hollywood. It's Gonna Be Lonely. Still we should Kiss and Letitgo. Besides, we both know that I Could Never Take The Place Of Your Man.


(Nothing personal IstenSzek, it's just a game, but you set this one up too good.)

Thanks

mplsmike said:

Quite Welcome. That was My Little Pill to you, Mr.

Goodnight.

anon said:

Who? What?... Ohhhh... ..Thanks

mplsmike said:

Funny.
Don't sleep Face Down, Baby ...you know you have that snoring condition and do try to use The Other Side Of The Pillow, thems my 1000 count pillowcases.

anon said:

Ok

anon said:

This is Too Funny!

mplsmike said:

"Silly"

I liked it!

I had mentioned in the blank post above, that the story is a fictional exercise. That was the first time I had ever suggested anything related to murder in my work, however, I am capable of killing the concept of slavery. I believe that would be Universal Emancipation...2 let those days go.

Here is my story for the first Madhouse album:

One, Two
something funky for you

Three Four
I wanna hit the floor

Five Six
this beat is sick

Seven Eight
dance till late

WellInever said: