Two of the fairest stars in heaven

Hello, this is the first time I've appeared here - I'm the observer. Every space here in cyberuniverse has at least one observer and for Will and Jilly, I'm the only one. The reason I've shown up today is to offer payment-free observations about the "story" being told. LWE is to based on a true story like tantric sex is based on hey-nanny-nanny hubris (Sting boinked Trudy for 4 hours one time - yeah, right). Here's the verdict - Will & Jill are communal to be around and their worship of each other is infectious. I want a Jillian in my life (DISCLOSURE: I'm sexually active) because for every breath you take, sunrise brings another milkshake. I'm talking mudslide versions. Sitting around while the chaos bleeds from sincere participants, these two wack-a-doodles trapse through the day granted them by the universe (AKA God) like silly pre-school girls pretending they're at a tea party. Will is cocksure literally and Jill leverages that assurance with culinary aplomb. Eat first or eff first? No matter, these two build into every day some fine palate-pleasing combined with hippocampus stimulation to go along with dopamine producing antics in that loft they call sleep room. I won't ever get another assignment like this one - watching kids who don't accept that they are the adults here but who cares? Today the stars were reminiscent of Goldfinger and speaking of fingers - can you imagine simulated lips made from gifted digits that squeeze to please? Too much info? Then skip this session with the observer ass breath - go pleasure your iPhone. Rave on, rave on and tell me, Tell me, not to be lonely Tell me, you love me only Rave on to me.

UPDATE 9-14-2012

Will here - this observer guy is outta here, gone, finisio. Apologies from the staff that this stalker, this voyeur could blemish this story with his psychosexual rantings that leave the reader feeling dirty and uncleansed which is just unforgivable. Maybe he'll do better reviewing the Middleton nipple-less crapshots or the like. Guys like him toxify the purity of rescue-love. OK, so maybe he got one or two observations exactly right - we don't need this kind of trumped up sensationalism to take away from the grandeur here. CYa.