with no regards the man told people he wanted a wife.not an individual or liberal or christian,but a wife who needed a place to love and a well regulated husband.this would all come true for the love of man was simple,he is to do what hes told by his own inner being and he should love his wife for who she is as long as both parties agreed to the creedo,no cheating,lying or stealing.this was easily done the man thought as women were everwhere and he knew for sure that one or two would work out and he would just pick one.the last thing on his mind was an agenda called the regulation of man,he tripped on this once,heard a friend of his lived this way,found a wife who thought she had regulated her husband but she found out later that he was only very cordial and he thought marriage was a parlay.this was all old news to him,he knew how to please a woman and had a nice job as a song writer so the money pile was sugary sweet.they could travel the world if she wanted to,he could turn in songs through any computer.that life and love was the same was soon found out by this man and he loved only one thing,the deal he drew up in his mind and the woman that was sure to fit the picture he painted up with his imagination.the only thing he tripped on more was his wife was sure to be hot and the fun in the bed was such a magical idea that it stopped him dead in his tracks.surely marriage was a liscence to have fun in th bedroom,right?he's never heard any different in his times,although friiends report not knowing their wives as the answer for anything and they wouldnt want it as much as that anyway.his would be different and he never understood why his friends settled for a lesser bargain than the game as he called it.this is all he would ever be.the last man standing in a world of indifference to all thats available to the people with good looks,just think,two bubble gum bodies in orbit,with a liscence to play like they wished.the man grew old,always tripping,never yielding and never marrying.his friends had kids he was told and his own god died.he didnt believe it anymore,that a sane being was in charge of the universe.all he knew was there was a short story class to take,and yard work as he called it,soon to become the yard plan,was devastatingly fun.
Agreed. I ran it through Microsoft Word's Spelling & Grammar editor to fix all the punctuation errors. That makes it a lot easier to read.
