Is writing on your skin anymore personal than writing these things, only a thought but I write and should be reading every day, I owe myself a few tattoos, a published book, and Chinese for lunch but here I am. “Tit For Tat Will.”
If I didn’t say it today, three months but I believe I can have the money by June 30th, hell I still remember when I was banking on PCH to come here, and they did, and another person won. Which Red Witch Will, I have choices a thousand, shout praises
If I told you what my business was; well, it beats the alternative, and what word could I use, better to focus on being the husband I want to be, the lover, father, the man, who looked up long enough not to put her in my DVD. When Will Looked Up
Well, something is getting high when I read a title like this, and it’s the writer writing about a writer that somehow gets to me more than anything else and thoughts of having the dream girl in less than twenty-four hours? “What Will You Crave Next”
Another day of mourning and remembrance, today is Memorial Day and a favorite restaurant of mine closing down shop, and yet my brain is full of thoughts of money and not being stupid with it, people deserve better. Stupidity Is Not An Entitlement
Sometimes it’s as if I’m Link from The Legend Of Zelda, jumping from chest to chest but at least he gets something for his trouble and has all the time in the world to figure it out; I have THREE MONTHS. Willing Open Treasure Chest, or Pandora’s Box.
Last week I talked about becoming Iron Will, but I would prefer Gold, and where would I spend all of it anyway, well we know that but how am I going to get it in three months, repeat it, June, July, August. “Will And The Bee”
If only my school had been well this, and with all the nostalgia I would never want to go back unless I’m friends with Gigi, though Molly and Amy were the stars and we’re reaping the benefits of an all-female Superbad. I’m Superbad At Being Booksmart
I was never one for painting, and with my writing, I said something about creating a God and letting him put the world together and that has to spill out into the waking world, and there is plenty of room. For A Willing Canvas so?