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Gospel 173 ~No Names For Potential Food~

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Last week, it’s what I was keeping in my body, and this week it’s about what I won’t put in. No, I’m not talking about the “vaccine” like I could get a hold of it, and would I want to? More like why I don’t name farm life. No Names For Potential Food

Monday, December 21, 2020

Gospel 173 ~No Names For Potential Food~

Hundred And Sixty-Seventh Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I would do what I can to save animals. Now you should know I’m no vegan or even vegetarian. At the same time, I can’t stand hunters. That is unless we’re talking about “The Most Dangerous Game.” Is that sad? How can I talk about hunting people in the process of killing them? Anyway, that’s an interesting story for another time. Today I want to talk about how I won’t say no to a chicken sandwich. I should have got some bacon yesterday. And how I won’t eat my dog.

Wow, that got sort of dark fast. So when I came up with this rule, I was thinking about the animals. I’ve never had any inclinations of owning a farm though I know Indiana Gone wants to. I see cows and chickens, and I want a sandwich. Clydesdales… yeah, beer. Can’t say I’m a drinker, though. Budweiser was smart to put something cute in its ads. Same with Coca-Cola. Who can forget all those Sarah McLachlan ads? This month has been about Christmas, but the novel “Where The Red Fern Grows” oh God chokes up. My Dæmon, though, sold me on life itself. Why don’t I ever mention his name and I’m sure I have back in the beginning. He’s kept me alive, and even if I was starving… People say it’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine. Always with my firstborn son.

Women are people Will, women are people. Now I know that, of course. I’m also trying so hard to keep my “promise” of how I talk to you and the rest of the girls… sorry, Dirty Diana. My point is, Madam Justice, I can’t be typical with the Beautiful Stranger. Women have lives, and maybe that’s why I fight my addiction the way that I do. The body can be full, but the heart, soul, and mind are empty. It’s sort of the same as writing. You prepare a feast, and then you’re left wanting, and worse, nobody eats anything. Interesting epiphany, yeah? I should wake up early more often. So I start giving names and faces to feel something, anything. And then I either starve myself or bite and leave myself still so unsatisfied.

Maybe I’m hungry, more BBQ? What’s in me or others? No Names For Potential Food.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 172 ~Willing Goddesses and Guns~

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I love my Dæmon like pancakes, but he does know how to spoil a good dream, so I was busy cleaning up a mess this morning. All the things I’m willing to spend money on. I should get him some diapers, my furry old man. Will Goddess and Guns though

Sunday, December 20, 2020

Gospel 172 ~Willing Goddesses and Guns~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and you at least woke up like one today. In a way, I want to treat you like the Dæmon, pat your head, call you a good boy. You don’t need treats, but what were you looking to buy at 7:00 AM.

Of course, you can’t speak of it. Only it would help someone in particular with a lawsuit against the state of Nevada. Another right decision on your part today, and it’s so early. Maybe you’ll keep up with what I began, and no, I don’t mean all the reading, ok? God knows you weren’t dreaming about books or even Far Cry 5. Such a pain in the ass not being able to speak of these things. As always, Republican ideas to deflect and lie. Did I mention how tiresome? You can say that song “Diamonds and Guns” has been playing. In about another hour or so, you can add another day to beating your addiction. There was an ad today talking about the secret to winning is accountability. Yep, nobody is that trustworthy. But you do have something to celebrate with these Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 003 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Completed (Day 010 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published SIGH
    Failed
  4. I AM Editing Anything Of My Current Works
    Failed
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing Mason’s Winter
    Completed

They don’t give 21 Gun Salutes over getting a 31% F. Dare I to say Trump has an approval higher than that. You should try buying more guns. Your dreams were full of them last night. Should you blame Far Cry 5, society, or my fat mouth these days, hmm? Again you’re trying to save money, but between the mail, mayhem, and mechanics. Yeah, you won’t be getting that $600.00 to build up an armory for what might take place in a few weeks. Of all the fears you hold in this world, to be honest, you don’t fear “politics.” Perhaps you should consider more guns as a THING; that way, it won’t ever happen. Funny, this coming from a man that made sure to put a new NaNoWriMo shirt on his wanted list. Those mechanics were wrong about the car, but you won’t even try to protect yourself… SHAME.

What you should be ashamed of is what kept the money in your pocket this morning. How about what drove you from your bed? You love the Imp like pancakes, but he can make messes. Much like Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 010 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published SIGH
  4. I AM Editing Anything Of My Current Works
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
  6. I AM Finishing Baby It’s Cold Outside by Dani Wyatt

I can’t ask you about one thing and shouldn’t the other. Willing Goddesses And Guns.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 171 ~High Noon, Hi Will~

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Talk about living on a mattress, or maybe I’m Linus with his blue blanket or more like my hoodies. Trevor Noah stole my style. Anyway, I better be up before January 6, and if that goes well, the 20th. “High Noon, Hi Will” who wakes up to fight?

Saturday, December 19, 2020

Gospel 171 ~High Noon, Hi Will~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I would still spend every afternoon in bed. I’ve spoken about what gets me up and going. On my Christmas list, I said I wanted an island. Only by all accounts that might mean a gigantic bed. Hell, why did I get up now? My Dæmon’s demands, such as “I’m Hungry, Thirsty, need to go Potty.” I can at least say that makes me better than the Trump Administration. Let’s not get into January 6 or the 20th. I’ve still got my gun, but again I’m not some Trumptard gun nut, well, not yet.

Nobody gets up to die, right? Well, okay, I don’t get how cowboys did it back in the wild west. I mean, yeah, so we have soldiers, police officers, frontline personnel. You’re asking, why am I so political? As I said, lying in bed, watching YouTube and killing the Dead. What about cultists, hmm? I’m on the final mission of Far Cry 5, “Where It All Began.” Since I’ve been delving back into my gamer roots, I’ve only beaten one game on the PS4, Detroit: Become Human. So what did I do Friday night instead of fighting Joseph Seed? Hmm? I’m starting to think I’m incapable of finishing anything. The past few mornings, not counting today, I’ve woken up early to read before falling back asleep after my 15% quota. Not that it’s anything to brag about considering the length of the books I’ve read.

I keep telling myself, I’m trying to learn but are any of these “Christmas” novellas going to help me? The last book I read with any “educational” value was Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill. I meant to tell Lady Sophia before I should go back to writing reviews. Only all the books I read are considered “inappropriate.” So that would explain the books I’m writing, and I can’t finish those. If I can survive today, I’ll actually score one more win on Six Impossible Things. Yet again, I was on my belly in bed crawling like some slug. As my motivations say, you did not wake up to be mediocre. I was supposed to have so much more accomplished by now. It’s like NaNoWriMo but with my whole life. I finish 50’000 words, and then what. Uh, nothing.

Dumb Ways To Die… waking up. High Noon, Hi Will.

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Gospel 170 ~Will Rings The Belle~

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I’ve said before, I tell myself stories to go to sleep at night. When I’m not being the typical person. You know, diddling around on the phone, I review more tales or ask myself “the big questions.” Will Rings The Belle.

Friday, December 18, 2020

Gospel 170 ~Will Rings The Belle~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I can probably afford therapy. No, instead, I choose to live in books, to WRITE, and to hold conversations with myself daily. All-day, I’ve been thinking about the number seven. There are seven sins, days, people, and what now?

Of course, I look towards myself, my PRIDE with the Man in The Mirror, every Sunday. It hurts to know that he has not suffered as I have, but I’m a survivor, as the song goes. My grandma used to say I was full of pride… I don’t see it.

Now Monday’s for most, are challenging, which is why I engage in SLOTH. I mean, come on, I make a bunch of rules I don’t live by. At the Day Job, I wear the same thing every day and skirt the “laws” that I can outside this house around me.

I ENVY the man who talks to his Future Wife every Tuesday. He’s living the life of my dreams. He complains to her to make her run off, and why? Would he rather be me? Maybe he’s staring at himself, but it’s through the eyes of his beloved and so…

I’m still waiting for WRATH on Wednesday. I announce my sins, and someday I’m going to slip up and say something that will end me. M Anime said I might have a thing about powerful women like cops and soldiers. Inspector Echo is inspired by Inspector Carla Valenti, “Indigo Prophecy.”

Thursday, of course, is all about LUST. It’s a temptation. It’s Like slacking Thursday knowing Friday is coming. Truth be told, there was a particular website that offered free downloads on Wednesday night. I suppose Thursday I get to brag but haven’t been there in ages. Love and Lust, Dear Future Wife meets Dirty Diana.

So today is Friday and GREED. In case you’re wondering what any of this has to do with books or writing… The very idea of writing this stems from a book I read once, Lust: by Ker Dukey, part of the Elite Seven Series. How many ideas have I claimed?

Saturday is GLUTTONY. As Spotify has pointed out, AHEM, I’m just a “Sucker For Pain.” Hell, the whole reason I started writing this blog was that I feed on “Humiliations Galore.” Isn’t that Wednesday? Well, I need more, ha. Ker Dukey and Eric Vall, but how
Will Rings The Belle.

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Gospel 169 ~Will’s Christmas List III~

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I want to be a business owner someday. I heard someone say stick to a business where people will always need you. So I figured SEX, but I was also thinking of a zombie apocalypse and not COVID-19, though I am enjoying masks. Will’s Christmas List III

Thursday, December 17, 2020

Gospel 169 ~Will’s Christmas List III~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I can build Paradise. Oh, dare I use words such as Heaven, Elysium, or Eden? Um, a note, I’d love to fuck Faith Seed from Far Cry 5. That’s an interesting story for another time or something to that effect. I hope, hmm. As the song goes, Gee Whiz, It’s Christmas, well, next Friday. Can’t say I’m looking forward to this Friday. The destruction of words Dirty Diana. Let me get this out. Yes, a hated word AHEM “angel.” I hate the word as I hate Hell but aren’t I building that too?

This Christmas, I want a brothel. Like my company, “Second Circle Creations,” I’m thinking of either naming it Eden or The Moondust. My stories involving Cherry all revolve around The Moondust. Named after the beautiful melody by Jaymes Young, sigh. More from the young woman, I watched “strip” somewhat to it. Anna Vlasova, aka Alissa, “Alissa PURE ANGEL.” Still hate using that word, but it beats a few others. I wonder if Alissa ever became a full-blown porn actress. Speaking of which, I’d hire some. I’ve been thinking a lot about Jenna Foxx recently. There’s always Whitney Wright. How about the Holy Grail, that businesswoman from XXX Pawn, “This Is How Women Do Business!” Every man’s fantasy, am I right, from the screen to having her in your bed someday.

Back to my fantasy, which would be less my novel but more “Pure Taboo.” I’m talking anything from young models, cosplayers, women as sexy as MILF Dos. I’m talking the dirtiest, roughest, most wanton and depraved fantasies. Then I want my own movie studio too. Have I lived in the south for too long? I want to do something like that here, but as my Big Sis told me. You can’t build a strip club next to a school or a bunch of bible toting, bullet shooting, bigoted zealots. Alice Little is suing Nevada at the moment. Wanting to fuck her… Did I mention I also desire a strip club and to build a whole resort as well? I swear with enough money, I’d buy an island. Now I’m really dreaming but after today at the Day Job. As I said, outlaw some words and build A Whole New World.

Santa, you would be a VIP, MVP, with SCC. A BROTHEL, Will’s Christmas List III.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 168 ~Will Finds That Alarming~

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Last week was about taking it easy, and I still am, but I want to wake up and actually do something. I mean, besides reading Dani Wyatt (nothing against her). Or clean out my phone, 6000 photos and 98% of them are… Will Finds That Alarming.

Wednesday, December 16, 2020

Gospel 168 ~Will Finds That Alarming~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and the idea of making more money never gets old. If I ever had that much, I would do right by my mom. Happy Birthday, Mom! Not that I’ll ever let her read this, but I will have to text her sometime today. Being Wayward Progeny. Now that would be a cool band name. Good ideas like making money are terrific, yet they don’t keep me awake. So my first sin for today. When I have to go to the Day Job, I set five different alarms. On days like this, I start one, and here we are again, talking late.

Okay, so it’s Ten A.M., but you know our conversation won’t be over by Eleven. No, I’m going to work on something I like, and it’s not writing. Yes, “that thing,” and I’m getting dangerously close to the edge. Let’s say I’m cleaning out my phone. The last time… sigh. Speaking of both good and bad things. Eric Vall’s books keep me awake, but it’s the holidays. Now, as I was waiting for my Dæmon to wake up, I began another Christmas story from Dani Wyatt. Um, There are far too many holidays to make this a big deal. Inspector Echo, I need to stop with certain trigger words. Again there is something else that will wake me up most mornings and keep me going far into the night. One more reason I want to make it my life’s work. I wouldn’t waste a second of getting to live life.

Not in FEAR. There was an upheaval a few days ago. I swear, I thought I had been hacked, but many of the users I saw reported the same thing. Besides the Day Job, my Dæmon’s life, so many secrets, breaking my SIX. Geez, there’s so much, too much FEAR. Hell, just now, I heard a sound downstairs, so I grabbed my “steel” and went to investigate. Every time I even touch that gun, it scares me for three reasons:

  1. I don’t like having it around.
  2. I like the feel of it, and I want more guns.
  3. I’m getting used to it.

Inspector, I did mention my Dæmon a few times today. Any sound he makes immediately gets my attention. I love him like pancakes, always Echo.

Someday my life won’t need alarms. Will Finds That Alarming

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Gospel 167 ~It Will Be Christmas~

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I took a nap today, “dang” it, but I didn’t dream of Christmas. It was more The Walking Dead: World Beyond, and I don’t remember Christmas Time in any zombie movie… Maybe I Am Legend; it was almost Christmas. It Will Be Christmas, so I want Hallmark

Tuesday, December 15, 2020

Gospel 167 ~It Will Be Christmas~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so I should be able to buy Santa’s Workshop. I’m not trying to be all Jeff Bezos EVIL. Yet here I am. Baby girl, I’m saying that I hate CHRISTMAS. If it’s any consolation, you know that I hate most holidays, even when I can afford them. How’s that for the Christmas spirit? It’s less about Christ and more about Capitalism, or so I was taught. I’m sorry, it’s been a hard day. The idea of a “Biblical Purge,” sigh. Um, I’ve never been one for fake smiles… I love masks. But our holiday will be a freaking Hallmark movie, promise.

I own a piece of them, too, by the way. For everything I do, am I still trying to buy my way into Heaven. My love “without you they’re never gonna let me in” as Nickleback sang. Why yes, I had to bring out a song, and we will have plenty of Christmas playlist tuneage. I’m sure you still haven’t met my “father,” but I will have to ask him how he made those gallon jug lights as Christmas. I want to decorate, and we’ll have the most gigantic tree. I definitely wish for wrapped presents. I suck doing those, but I’m my mother’s son. Speaking of my mother, while she didn’t wrap gifts ever, she could cook up a storm. Creepy thought, but they say guys go for girls that can remind them of dear ole Mom. So you can cook and sing, of course. Sunday brunch, yes, please.

I want tons of pictures. It might explain the business I’m in some. I don’t have one photo of my “family.” So wanting photographs of the family that we have. It’s not a dream, I know, but I want those memories. Those smiling faces, happiness, friendship, of being, sigh loved. Where I once worked, we sold pajama sets for families. It sounds goofy but seeing all of us matching, including our furry dæmon or our dæmons, everyone hugging. Yeah, I won’t say the holidays I once had were all wrong. I’m never going to be a Christian man. There’s tons of debate about AMERICA. Hell, I never had the Christmas I envisioned, yet I still call myself a traditionalist. I once believed in Santa. I wasn’t always the Grinch or a Scrooge, sweet baby doll.

Christmas is about family, so yes, It Will Be Christmas.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 166 ~No Drops, Tears, Blood, Otherwise~

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I’m not a big drinker, but that goes for alcohol, and I don’t know, um, water. I’ve had two sodas, and it’s ink, not coffee, that’s keeping me awake. Digital ink like virtual blood because this body is tapped out. “No Drops, Tears, Blood, Otherwise.”

Monday, December 14, 2020

Gospel 166 ~No Drops, Tears, Blood, Otherwise~

Hundred And Sixty-Sixth Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and truth be told, you know what I was thinking about with this rule. So I’m trying to keep my hands busy with lunch and wiping the “sleep” from my eyes. I could be in bed sweating away unconscious, but I’m trying. Somehow I even woke up early this morning to have a bit of joy. At the very least, I’m feeling glad that I got my reading out of the way. But what I mean is, books are intended to soothe? Baby, It’s Cold Outside, as the song goes. The sound of rain helps me sleep.

These days I’m more into virtual blood, either from the dead or cult. Today I got back into my motivations, and Eric Thomas talked about routine. One more reason I should hurry on along. At 5:00 PM, I got zombies. Oh, and at 6:00 PM, there’s Project at Eden’s Gate. Spitting into the wind and daring to call it progress. Doesn’t make me different than anyone else that has decided to spit on me. At least with masks, it makes it so much harder to do. Haven’t I mentioned before how much I’m loving masks?

I shouldn’t say things like that. Considering how many people are crying over Coronavirus (COVID-19). I’m trying to keep a lot to myself these days or again just spitting out whatever’s been said in years past. Such damning overwhelming secrets. Interesting, but what about tears of joy or finding something funny. Again one more reason I should be sleeping right now to give the world a chance to amuse me. Good luck with that, right? More like I don’t want to give this world one more damn thing for sure.

Makes me think about All Out War from The Walking Dead. Bullets and blood and have you taken a good look at the world lately. Game Of Thrones, Fire, and Blood, but I am trying so hard to stay on the right side of things. Well left… the Electoral College. Surprisingly there are a plethora of bodily fluids, and that might be a bit TMI. Hell, if anything, you know that I’m Toxic, which isn’t right. Poison, Venom, I Heard It Through The Grapevine. For the love of everything, stop me from spilling and overflowing.

Ink should be the only thing that matters to me. No Drops, Tears, Blood, Otherwise.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 165 ~Sheet It’s Will Again~

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Last week I talked about escape… my bedroom is bigger than the Den/Game Room, and I got my private bathroom, not like I have family besides the Dæmon. So I have plenty of sheets of TP, a bedroom set, and what about my writing. “Sheet It’s Will Again”

Sunday, December 13, 2020

Gospel 165 ~Sheet It’s Will Again~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I’m sure that you can afford to have Christmas spirit when you get on my level. Well, Scrooge had the money, and it still took three ghosts. That’s how you feel right now, dead to the world. You’re still awaiting zombie hordes. It’s much too late for Halloween, and white sheets along with being a black man in America shudders. Not what you want to see in the dark of night. How about a white Christmas or your addiction? Not cocaine, but your “own personal brand of heroin.” Thank you, Twilight.

Now your sheets ain’t white… indeed grey. Again you’re nowhere near close to Christian Grey or that guy Mason you’re reading about. But you haven’t left your bed today, have you? It would be acceptable if you got what you wanted for Christmas. Instead, laziness. You have the Dæmon to keep you warm. It could be he doesn’t want to collide into anything again. I made such promises to him, and you will too, but time is not on your side. His enormous future getting tasked the job of guarding his brothers & sisters, sigh.
He’s lying out in the sun naked, “collarless,” and you can’t get it up to put your pants on. You know, because who needs food or even a change of scene. Didn’t I say something last night about moving from the bed to the loveseat? Not my Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 005 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 003 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
    Failed
  4. I AM Editing Anything Of My Current Works
    Failed
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing The Christmas Pickup
    Completed

Yeah, the only sheets I seem to be tearing through are in books. Should I even need to tell you to keep going? You don’t think much of C.M. Steele’s book, but everyone is Shakespeare compared to you. Now that’s something you need to work on, talking down to yourself. If there’s any joy to be had in life, it’s on your wish list. There’s a reason that Indiana Gone is your 2nd BFF. What would you have done if Amazon had existed when you were a child? See, you were about to think of something terrible. Surprise, then disappointment? Yet, you’re not Hank Hill. As the song goes, you got bills to pay and mouths to feed. So why are you still wrapped up in blankets instead of doing something like, I don’t know. You could be working on your book. Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 003 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published SIGH
  4. I AM Editing Anything Of My Current Works
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
  6. I AM Finishing Mason’s Winter

If I could ask…, stop living in a world of shit. Sheet It’s Will Again

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 164 ~The Will Of Steel~

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Steal, Still, Steel, language can be a miraculous thing though most days I spend talking to myself or my Dæmon and usually we’re both out cold like today. I wore out the snooze button with my clumsiness. “The Will Of Steel.”

Saturday, December 12, 2020

Gospel 164 ~The Will Of Steel~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and you have got to remind me of this title after Christmas. You don’t know how I really want to turn this into, you know. Hell, even when I’m not in the mood, it’s like being the HULK. That’s the thing, Lady Lu, I’m always, sigh. Anyway, today I feel heavy, heavy-handed, ham-fisted, and being handled by life. Yet with these hands, I still find a way to push the buttons on alarm clocks. I might as well pin my legs to the bed. Um, there’s the six impossible things I keep going at or not.

Stealing more hours from my future self than I care to admit Lady Lu. You can see what time it is now. Even with everything that happened yesterday, I was still earlier than now. Of course, you can ask Lady Sophia about that because I rather forget. Well, until Friday. Stealing another moment that could bring about happiness. Only again, I instead wallow in self-pity. If anything, it beats what else I would be doing. Indiana Gone asked me what I wanted for Christmas. One of those phone cleaners? The real dirt, I added myself.

Still, every day, I go out and fight the fight. Now when I say go out, that could mean on most days only crawling out of my bed. Ask me where I am now, and that would be the loveseat in my den/game room, my Dæmon by my side. And my hands to the keyboard. Still, trying to make something of my life at least until 5:30 PM, and then what? Phone games until 6:00 PM, and then I’m killing cultists… in another game. Why am I still surprised that saying such a thing is acceptable but not some others?

Steel for real as the world falls apart and people are getting crazier by the day. I’m not ready to spend $500 to save the car I have because I need to save my black ass. Oh, I said that the gun I have scares me? I’m like Kevin Bacon/Nick Hume in Death Sentence 2007. Steel, like gold, is in short supply these days. Or is it the fact that I’m lazy as all Hell again like today? And with these hands, why be distracted, dirty, or even somewhat dangerous.

The real me sacrificed for this, The Will Of Steel.

I Will Have No Fear