Month: December 2018

Episode 173 ~Purposeful Listlessness Of Will~

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Top ten actresses, best places to build a brothel, and could Santa carry a billion dollars in his bag, I’m sure I could think of a few ways, but no I instead count other “things” or not, *sigh* so many sheep. Purposeful Listlessness Of Will

Friday, December 21, 2018

Episode 173 ~Purposeful Listlessness Of Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
How To Make One Million Dollars, be too lazy to make an actual list of the things you want; my Motivations talk about writing down everything from your wishes, to whys, to The Way, and I mean your life’s purpose. I remember when Cherry talked about my Pinterest boards, my “Spank Bank” I was able to tell her so handily what I wanted to do with my life; I want to write books, have a bordello and a billion dollars… not good.

Probably because it would end up as Exhibit A in some court case am I right, but wanting to rule the world and be a politician, can be two different things but learning from America, being a Republican gets you paid and thus all sorts of control. Is there ever such a thing especially considering today, if I made a list of everything that has threatened that command… more Dirty Diana’s wheelhouse but Anna Blossom (Pornhub), Two Milfs (sigh), Haley Pullos, to mention a few. I can only imagine if this was Divergent and here I am attempting to be Dauntless, do you know how many fears I would have to name and maybe that’s the rub… Motivations say that everything you want lies on the other side of FEAR, the cooler side of the pillow but dreams and nightmares:

Honestly, besides a massive case of blue balls, my definition of Hell would be writing down a list of the women I can’t have, in other words, Erotica and with everything I should be doing today, I didn’t even list my short story as a goal. My dear Lady Sophia, today’s lists have included, organizing the rugs at the day job (with my OCD), keeping track of all the presents I bought “Ho, Ho, Ho” (Language Please) and plotting the moments that will lead to my untimely destruction come Christmas Day (Indiana Gone will not be pleased with that assessment).

I look into every outcome of how I can be embarrassed, humiliated, or dead, which is one of the reasons I sleep so much, ask me what I want and I would say everything, the women I desire again I’m screwed or not, so yes I’m lazy. Aren’t I also impossible, immoral, illegal, and insane as always and I prefer Santa keep his cheeks rosy for other reasons, of course, if he were a man like me… he only works one day a year but for me, on the other hand, Purposeful Listlessness Of Will.

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Episode 172 ~Will’s Milf One Day~

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My mom is pretty smart, one Christmas when I scrapped it and pretty much all religion, in general, she still got me exactly what I wanted, and any woman that gains the attention of a man knows what he wants regardless. Will’s MILF One Day

Thursday, December 20, 2018

Episode 172 ~Will’s Milf One Day~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
How To Make One Million Dollars, take care of my mommy issues, is that what we call them, I mean people always talk about women with daddy issues but other than apologizing for my father, I have no beef with mom.

She reminds me of the “Three Wise Monkeys” see, hear, and speak no evil, and speaking of ancient wisdom, I’ve heard somewhere that guys go for women that remind them of their mothers but what’s that got to do with the three Milfs I have on the brain. One I haven’t seen in about two months, and she doesn’t look at me like; well, how I look at her, then again I have seen her naked, but I can’t blame her for how she sees herself. To think all I want to do is see her all dressed up and with that what else is noticeable should I unwrap her.

I can tell her anything unlike the younger Milf, the Rainbow Girl, she wouldn’t have heard me then, and she won’t listen to me now but how my heartbeats, how I howled, I’d help myself to Hell and back unlike the “man” that knocked her up and left. Milfs only hear the things that come out of them, blabber, men full of bullshit, and babies but here I have ball gags, and without all the balls to say anything but beautiful because to speak the truth just for one day, to hear, Stay With Me.

Well ask the third Milf, the first is around 28, the second 22, the third 40 and yet I have the same question for the three of them How Do You Talk To An Angel, now that’s somewhat sweet, but moms are angels right… mother is made God in the eyes of a child. A man like me wouldn’t stand a chance, but at the same time I’m not that guy, one has a family, the second never noticed, and the third is listening to God and while I usually love being attentive to women if it’s not moaning, screaming, or a Yes, back to bondage. Honestly, I only wish everyone would shut the hell up but how often do I talk to guys, and how often do girls talk to me, and I can’t talk at all because that again requires the truth and hearing that, Don’t Be Cruel…

“I Wanna Fuck You,” and you know something Dirty Diana, do you know who’s truly honest… still women prefer the general population, men that lie and I can do that but as I told “Indiana Gone” my mother attempted to raise a gentleman and that I am, the nice guy, not the FWB, boyfriend, or who knows what else, but I’m miffed as it were by Will’s MILF One Day.

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Episode 171 ~Just Facts It Will~

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The good thing about writing fiction is I can tell myself a story every night and tomorrow morning and then when it comes to setting my fingers to the task suddenly I have writer’s block so let me tell the truth. Just Facts It Will

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Episode 171 ~Just Facts It Will~

Forgive Me Echo,
How To Make One Million Dollars, for all my “creativity,” “originality,” and porno acumen the FACT is I lack Discipline, Direction, and sigh Desire because I’m still here though the jury is out on my embarrassment, ego, and evil… such “good intentions.”

Now we’ll get to those Inspector Echo, first let’s talk about what happened Monday which I’m still torn up about, my Social Anxiety, Bipolar Depression, OCD… all in my head right, okay so my manager asks me to give this girl (I’ve never met) a hard tag remover. So I walk to the front of the store, see a girl working with a customer and I hang around for five minutes trying to read her name tag because I’m HORRIFIED to ask her name (eyes getting better, nope). Anyway, I end up leaving the device on the farthest register away from her and then coming back to the house; don’t get me started on why they don’t want me opening the store, hell my ANXIETY is libel to get the place robbed, hating my life.

I’m not the only one that loathes MY life, what about my parents; the things they must tell themselves; the house I ran to, they bought, because telling blessed, black, believers that your son is in a mental institution or dead would be too much. Speaking of too much and people I don’t talk to regularly, remember that year I wrote to “REALDOLL” hoping I might get one, $$$ well guess where some of my money is going this year.

Aren’t I suppose to be numbering sins… anyway while I’m counting dollars you say why don’t I give money to charity; now that is a big question but quickly I give money to writers (NaNoWriMo), women (Friends, Workers, Sex or Otherwise), and my world, Step Into A World. I didn’t even get my mother a gift and her birthday was on Dec. 16 and as far as Christmas goes, would I say I hate it, but I bought gifts for all the other women in my life, now if that ain’t a sin. The last fact of the day is how little I know about myself or the fact that everything I want for Christmas is still impossible, immoral, illegal or insane, case and point some girl saying Let Me Be Your, Siren, or Detroit: Become Human; what I bought it for someone else right.

So may you forgive me Echo my apparent lack of triple D’s but abundance of E’s, my embarrassing workday which goes to show why I will not go up for promotion, though I owe so many, my charitable connotations, I am grateful to my mother dearly but what a child she gave to the world, a man… didn’t I say Echo, Just Facts It Will.

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Episode 170 ~Looking Forward To Will~

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I don’t want a girl that only keeps me on my toes but knocks me off of my feet, and no I’m not one of those guys if anything I too lazy or too terrified to move but how often do I see someone so beautiful? Looking Forward To Will.

Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Episode 170 ~Looking Forward To Will~

Dear Future Wife,
How To Make One Million Dollars, well probably ten million by this point (Thank You Jim Carrey) but wait how about One Hundred Million, I can keep going and how you know I can run. So I ask myself what was it about you… okay not just you, I tried frying bacon once, set off smoke detectors, I’ve had panic attacks at three different jobs, B III had a fever and hurt his leg, two separate occasions, I was scared, but I didn’t run away those times.

“Call It Courage” is more than a book I read once for school (decent enough), and speaking of school, maybe that was it, I was expected to stay put, I didn’t want to remember the past, the future always got worst but in the end, as the song goes, I’m Alive. Breathing is a good thing right but to keep you; it meant reading a cookbook, it was finding a way to listen to my calling, and knowing in my heart what I had to do. I still can’t cook much but more than tartar sauce, I couldn’t work retail, but my books are selling… and Triple B is going to live to ripe old age, seeing as how we gave him siblings and more comfy spots to consider always.

Like father like son, he looks forward to breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, to relaxing as I read, to the light outside so he can go for walks, four legs and makes it look effortless and here I have two and taking that first step towards you was probably the hardest thing ever. Then on the day, you became mine, your first step, your next, how many after that and you were here beside me, and I know, I say it over and over, I expect to see you go running away someday. Next thing I know the two of us are chasing six feet, who are probably hunting four paws as I speak, I’m sure B III wasn’t looking forward to this in senior years.

Still, I call it Puppy Love because the first time I saw you baby girl, I didn’t know how my legs worked, I longed to make you happy, to hear my name on your lips, would it take a hop, skip and a jump, would I step or would I leap? Do you know why dragons and knights fight; you’re no damsel in distress, my love; you’re my Girl On Fire, man, and beast envy that inferno in women but I’ve Got My Love To Keep Me Warm, so here I stand, and here I stay ha, your Will, my will, Looking Forward To Will?

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Episode 169 ~I Want To Be Sedated~

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I might as well have taken a job as a mannequin, ask for me tomorrow and I will be a grave man, and today I wish I was invisible or maybe I should have found somebody to cover for me. I Want To Be Sedated, and yeah I probably need a doctor.

Monday, December 17, 2018

Episode 169 ~I Want To Be Sedated~

Sixty-Third Rule Madam Justice

How To Make One Million Dollars, stay awake, if that means downing energy shots, embracing the fear, even crying; Stop Crying Your Heart Out, would say to suggest I got a heart, guts, or balls.

When you’re asleep, the monsters can’t get you, and with all the nightmares I have, not one of them compares to living them when I’m awake which brings us to today and while I want to cuss or use many words synonymous with my name, let’s Pretend We’re Dead. How I wish I were so I wasn’t there, a ghost at least, invisible perhaps; could I be deaf so I don’t hear my foot kicking my ass, maybe I didn’t understand my manager, probably I didn’t hear that girl; it was a rather innocuous request, give her something to remove hard tags. You know Justice I think I finally understand something about my parents… when they would give me those pills before I began flushing them down the toilet, I believe they wanted me to be normal but you know what went wrong, they killed who I was without question.

“Come on – You eat these. Eat these.”

“Are you trying to kill me?”

“No, sweetheart. I’m making you not care.” 28 Days Later (2002)

I’ve told you before, I never got bedtime stories, during the spring and summer I got Benadryl for allergies and slept forever, at school I lost myself in novels, at work its music, other times it was meds, sometimes beatings, all to kill who I am. What about religion, what about writing? Every move I make is on the grounds of not having to face the coward I see staring back at me, so scared to ask someone their name.

Some find solace in alcohol, some in food, some in facing death but honestly when being asked to go to the front of the store and ask a question makes me want to fall? Hell Madam Justice, I have rarely taken the highway, I don’t look at fast-food menus, I wash my car rather than go and get it cleaned. Okay, this sounds more like Inspector Echo’s territory, but the fact of the matter is, well, one of my Motivations talked about how many decisions we make per day, good ones anyway and how many of mine go to how to keep breathing you understand.

How about what they call Confidence you say, that’s the real sedation, talk about not caring and staying wide awake, immunity to the world but that cure is beyond me at this point, but to quote another one of my Motivations “It’s Possible.” I never forget you understand but I can numb myself to plenty, you still remember “that girl” putting my name on her blog, the family that probably wants me dead and I’m in for trouble at work tomorrow gulp, but I’m awake, I know, feel, and believe, I Want To Be Sedated.

‘With endless love, we left you sleeping. Now we’re sleeping with you. Don’t wake up. X’” 28 Days Later (2002)

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Episode 168 ~Will In The Placebo~

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Placebo, Gazebo, how I like a good rhyme but I wish I could say that I want my life; maybe that would make my mom happy on her birthday today, and how many women did I buy gifts for last night? “Will In The Placebo,” so I THINK it’s affection or life

Sunday, December 16, 2018

Episode 168 ~Will In The Placebo~

To Will:
How To Make One Million Dollars, don’t be the smartest person in the room; I read somewhere once that if you’re the brightest bulb in the box, you’re in the wrong place… explains why you keep “B III” around. According to your Motivations, it always comes down to who’s the hungriest, who’s willing to do Whatever It Takes, who dare I say loves the most and that is where we get into the placebo effect of what it means to be alive now.

You are your father’s son; I remember being in his truck and him pointing out to a structure in the distance and him asking if I knew what it was, I didn’t naturally, but it’s called a gazebo; it wasn’t a real lesson, lip service or a lasting impression moment, he just wanted to be smarter. As with most of your life, you haven’t wanted to last, love, or ever truly live; you know why you don’t care for lying, because you know how it feels to do it to yourself, you stay in this place you couldn’t name and let everyone else give your existence meaning. In saying that, you also know that it’s mom’s birthday, is it an insult to her this farce, parody, mockery, and any of words you can find in a thesaurus to know This Is Your Life moment to moment, these Six Impossible Things:

  1. I Will Keep It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 001 No Fap)
  2. I Will Be The “Father” My Dog Deserves
    Failed
  3. I Will Review Sell My Soul (Sixty Days #1) by Jade West
    Failed
  4. I Will Review Depredation By Natalie Bennett
    Failed
  5. I Will Finish One Book Besides “Begging For It” Todd Michaels
    Failed
  6. I Will Edit One Chapter Of My Newly Written Novel
    Failed

One point, you are still alive, Will and the placenta sigh another one of your Motivations, your Comfort Zone is your enemy and where are you at this very moment as we’re talking? Could you conceive what it might be like to live like you see ants marching across the kitchen floor, “Triple B’s” area, the bathtub (aren’t you glad you won that war), how about doing your math homework in class, or rushing out in a frozen car to the day job. How about living like you’re working for NaNoWriMo year round, maybe as though you’re wanting to please some girl, that rush to protect B III, living for the hate or the love, what about Six Impossible Things:

  1. I Will Keep It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I Will Be The “Father” My Dog Deserves
  3. I Will Review Sell My Soul (Sixty Days #1) by Jade West
  4. I Will Review Depredation By Natalie Bennett
  5. I Will Finish The Golden Line: (Knotted Book 1), Addison Cain
  6. I Will Edit One Chapter Of My Newly Written Novel

You’re not sick Will, you’re not dead, and you’re definitely not still in the womb and as much as you confess I’ll Always Love My Mama, the way you love your little boy, and think quite fondly of a few women, when will you recognize yourself in the mirror? You don’t have to know all there is to know in the distance, you don’t need to be comfortable all the time (you should know that better than anyone), and you don’t have to be the hero, the victim, or even the villain. Only don’t be mediocre, Live Your Life, don’t be Will In The Placebo.

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Episode 167 ~Will In The Hood~

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Is it that cold outside that I rather stay under the covers, that I need my hoodie and my coat, that already I’m thinking I’m going to make this day better than yesterday by killing the man I was but when I take off my hood *sigh*. “Will In The Hood”

Saturday, December 15, 2018

Episode 167 ~Will In The Hood~

Hey Lady Lu,
How To Make One Million Dollars, start a cult and have all my followers where robes with hoods and seeing how other churches pocket the cash honestly, join the Republican party or the KKK. My apologies Lady Luna I didn’t mean to start so darkly. Still what time is it? Around this time I should still be dreaming of my life so much better than this, but like I was telling Indiana Gone the other day I’m still heavy in my Motivations especially “Waking Up at 4:00 AM Every Day Will Change Your Life.” Can’t say I’ve noticed a change considering I usually wake up at 4:00 in the morning or even 3:00 for the stuff I have to do other than what I want to and can I say I want to be awake comparing myself; when did I get into these comparisons these days anyway.

For example, the man I and under the sheets, I can be anybody, like a child I feel safest under the covers and then I dare call myself a dominant, your best friend or your worse enemy and then again I thought I wanted to be successful. I spend far too much time dreaming my life away, eyes covered to all the horrors I see in this world, of course, terror is in the eye of the beholder I believe.

Which then leads me to books, do we even want to talk about my stories, cover to cover, the man I am when you lift it, not that I’m publishing anytime soon am I right, I might as well be an executioner killing my dreams. However, I don’t need a hood for that, though speaking of books, you should have seen me last night struggling as I wanted to share all these titles I’ve read with “Okay” but that list was the tip of the iceberg, if she looks deeper under the hood, at the man I am… how did “Cherry” put it “Spank Bank.”

Yes, I can be scary, though according to others either I’m a horrible human being or suicidal and when I put on my hood, pop in my headphones and head to the Day Job, I’m Schrodinger’s Cat entering the box. Live or die, it should be my choice but a person’s word or actions, when I emerge after my shift, has a part of my soul died, am I Alive; if some humans declare themselves as the children of God, the face as it were, the clouds are a pretty good hood to be had.

A hood that everybody wants to go to but Nobody Wants To Die, so you get busy living or get busy dying and I prefer getting busy period, and while I was thinking about taking a picture in my new NaNoWriMo hoody, I took a look at my face, no way, Will In The Hood.

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Episode 166 ~Wills I Never Read~

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I haven’t taken time to read lately, maybe because the truth absorbs me rather than fiction, let’s be real most words nowadays… hell, I’m creative, and others are liars and my look what time it is. “Wills I Never Read” but met hmm

Friday, December 14, 2018

Episode 166 ~Wills I Never Read~

Hey Lady Sophia,
How To Make One Million Dollars is something I never read about, seriously My Lady if you want to know where such a wish came from, there was a song “If I Had A $1,000,000” one of my Motivations “What If” and today it was the time on my schedule, but wait.

I never read the receipts when I was a child, I honestly don’t remember reading about Santa Claus but both I can put on my parents; a blessing or a curse but I should be grateful, I AM, yes I AM. Until there was Sticker Shock and if I knew then Lady Sophia how much it costs to live… hell, I never read those boxes of sleeping pills or NyQuil, I never understood the fine print of The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline, been there before.

Speaking of things that will get me into Hell, there wasn’t a time in school that I read about sex, I only saw a few graphic pictures, I heard words like Rape, Sin, No Means No, the thoughts in my head echoed, pervert, stalker, criminal, evil, still do sometimes. It was when I started reading when I began educating myself honestly on BDSM, SSC, RACK, Ravishment; when I learned about Hentai, Erotica, my company Second Circle Creations, when I decided to take back my name, which I still hate looking at from time to time.

Damn the numbers though, more like fuck the numbers (Captain America says “Language”) today is Friday, not Thursday and that’s part of the reason I’m irritated, irate, irrational, damn near having an anxiety attack at 6:00 in the morning. I promised myself I would get up at 4:00 “Waking Up at 4:00 AM Every Day Will Change Your Life” and at 1:00 this afternoon I have to call into the day job and if it’s not good news at 3:00 bring on the panic attack.

You see Lady Sophia these are the men I never read about, but they all exist; I complained to a math tutor that if only math was like reading and I can’t read IBC Root Beer labels without thinking about lying to my “father” about my math homework and getting smacked. I can’t read my son’s face but “B III” tells me it’s time to get up for Walkies, I can’t read the sun in the sky, and nowhere is it written to learn why I get up at all… LOVE, for him, for myself, for some girl I’m not sure may live. I’ll never read about when I may gain a pardon from the mortal coil, my bank account will never speak of freedom, my soul shall never write about happiness, but someday he’ll be here; only one more of
Wills I Never Read.

I Will Have No Fear

Episode 165 ~Will’s Reality Of Brazzers~

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Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery; I’m sure they say something terrible about comparing yourself to others, and then I don’t want to be compared to criminals, but adult actresses beat out women in a lot *sigh*. “Will’s Reality Of Brazzers”

Thursday, December 13, 2018

Episode 165 ~Will’s Reality Of Brazzers~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
How To Make One Million Dollars, well I already got the name “Second Circle Creations,” and no I’m not “trying” to rip off “Abyss Creations” you know REALDOLL and speaking of comparisons Reality Kings vs. Brazzers… I’m more of a Fetish Network type of person. You never can tell right, and I’m the first to preach about people thinking certain things about me and yet I commit the sin; yesterday I was reminded of “that girl” I don’t feel like being mean, but I learned you don’t compare girls to pornstars.

Now you know I’m also one for repeating lessons and myself so let’s start with an oldie but a goodie, Young vs. MILF, can’t say I have any feelings for cougars; anyway, this one has brought about the most trouble. One lesson in itself deserves a full-blown essay from outfits to models, Hentai, women from Little Lupe to Eileen Kelly, to several MILFS and look-alikes, but for the record, I’ve always stayed on the right side of the law regardless.

I know the difference between reality and fiction but tell a woman she looks like Amanda Seyfried, Haley Pullos, Jennifer Lawrence she’ll consider you pretty sweet but Linda Lovelace, Belle Knox, or after The Frappening and you’re an asshole. The point is this Amanda played the Lovelace story, Haley did Belle Knox, and Jennifer survived, this world is so full of lies, a guy wants to fuck a girl, but he must replace fuck with love; like the two don’t coexist. I’ve never wanted to fuck Beyoncé but if I compare you to Misty Stone you have my interest, I respect women in all facets of society, and if a guy doesn’t want any woman then he’s gay which again I respect the biology, nobody does that anymore I think.

Before I get political, religious, or scientific, well I’ll get back to me, clothing vs. naked and I have no problem with nudity, but it’s what’s inside that counts and sad to say with most people I encounter they lack… depth. Yeah insert Enormous Penis and does this make me a dick; what I’m trying to say is, the whole fantasy princess, virgin pure, schoolgirl, of course, MILF motif gets me going because afterward what’s left? Don’t worry I’m all about Aftercare but take one of my friends who happens to be a mom. Do I think I can have a future with her, no, am I’m looking to be a Father Figure, a sugar daddy, nope, running away together, she wouldn’t but for a few hours a month as Negan put it this way:

So it looks like I have plenty of cannon fodder for next time, and I didn’t say enough to get myself arrested. Okay would suggest I need to explain more but a picture is worth a thousand words, (still hate that saying) but I’m clear-headed and not only because of the talk, but such is also Will’s Reality Of Brazzers.

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Episode 164 ~The Dogs Of Will~

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Warriors Come Out And Write, or maybe I should be reading, yes definitely but I was busy fighting back sleep and losing might I add, didn’t even take an energy shot today but war leaves destruction. The Dogs Of Will

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Episode 164 ~The Dogs Of Will~

Forgive Me Echo,
How To Make One Million Dollars, don’t fund unnecessary WARS, WALLS, and WORDS, most importantly of all, don’t pay for your WORRIES, I did plenty of that today but here’s my main reason, I don’t have a dog in any of these fights, you hear that Peta?

Anyway besides my first sin of paying for all my worries with Time, how about the War On Christmas, how I promised myself when I was a little boy that I could never permit myself to become one of those individuals angry with the holidays… What’s My Age Again, Baby It’s Cold Outside and do I have to mention PEOPLE, and I don’t mean Scrooge or the Grinch, their wars were never on Christmas itself but on humanity and situations that arose. So my second sin today is all my hatred for not only Christmas, Halloween, Independence Day (I abhor fireworks) and of course you know there is one holiday I utterly despise, one day, mainly I am the dog when it comes to that.

Speaking of the man that makes a few women’s lives worse, I found this pornstar that reminded me of that MILF I have been obsessing over… yes, Inspector Echo it’s proven difficult to maintain self-control but come on, it’s Gia Steel. Am I looking for a fight with Pinterest, forgetfulness from a friend who’s a parent, failures from another pair of pants, none of these things I should be involved in but should I obsess over Gia or Haley, count this as a third sin.



Finally let’s talk about my actual dog, my son “B III” a fourth sin, simply comparing myself to Morpheus from The Matrix Trilogy but I can only show him the door, he has to choose to walk through and if it comes to shoving pills down his throat so be it. We’re constantly fighting about his meds, I lock him up nearly every day when at first all I needed was peanut butter, but I am trying to keep him alive. If I could Inspector Echo I would take his heart murmur, I would give him my years, all the time I tell myself he’s going to live long enough to defend my wife’s belly, to have my children fighting over him, for me to finally do right, I “try.”

May you forgive me “Inspector Echo” my six sins, how I worry, the rage that the holidays bring me, my failure with my pants. The thought of being a great man of fiction; that I cannot fight this battle for my little boy, and why I should be a greater man but am I warring against The Dogs Of Will.

I Will Have No Fear