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“Look, it’s simplicity itself,”

she said, spreading her

legs. “All you gotta do

is get pregnant

then get a job

then tell them that you’re

pregnant and you’re done.

Maternity leave!

You’re free for the next two to

four years!

An’ you don’t even gotta keep

the baby. Just give it up for

adoption or whatever

and then you’re free to

do the whole thing all over again.

As long as you’re fertile

you can live good an’ get paid

without working. Well, you’ll work

a bit, but just a bit.

Sound good?”

For just a moment

he took his eyes

away from

the key-chain he was playing

with

there was a little

anthropomorphic rubber sheep

hanging from it

pink wool

covered its gray skin

the poor thing had

quite the

expression

yellow eyes with

black dots looking up

in a ‘please end my suffering’

combined with

a ‘punish me harder, daddy’ way

Who in the hells

even designed shit like this?

“Heey!” Her hand waved

before his face

making a rock-paper-scissors

motion and

remained on scissors

and moved the two fingers

close to his eyes slowly

He turned away

“I’m thinking,” he snapped

“And doing it like

a man without a brain,” she added

with a roll of the eyes

“Whatever. Look, if it’s so great a

plan as you say, how come

there aren’t more people actin’ on it?”

“Ph! Buddy, you ever seen

an orphanage before?”

“C’mon, you can’t tell me all

the kids in orphanages are

there

because their mothers applied

the eternal maternity leave loop.”

“I didn’t say all. Just a lot

of ‘em.”

“How d’you know?”

“I was one of ‘em.”

“What?”

“Yep.”

“That’s crazy. So instead of breaking the

cycle…”

“Yeah. Fuck that. Why break the cycle

or do anything for that

matter

without a good enough reason, eh?

What’s in it for me if

I break the cycle?”

morning found him still

thinking about it

But she was a woman of

action

so she spent the time

poking a few holes in a few

condoms

Man, who would’ve thought?

One day your lowlife ass

follows a random girl into

a backalley

and catches up to her

and places the tip of a rusty knife

against her spine

and tells her not to move

while your slimy hands get to

fondle her parts

and the next day

that same woman

takes you home after knocking you out

and shows you

what real insanity feels like

Yeah

life just won’t give us a break

the good, the bad,

and all in between

it keeps toying with

us all

and it’s hella creative

lately,

isn’t it?