Author: Will

Log 319 ~Will Needs To Project~

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Project or project and have I ever mentioned that my Grandmommy lived “project adjacent.” I only got beat in the suburbs to be fair, but that’s not a story I want to tell. How about a “nice” Harem novel. Will Needs To Project

Friday, May 15, 2020

Log 319 ~Will Needs To Project~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I have all the time in the world. You’ll have to excuse me though as to how I’ve spent it this morning. One of the reasons I tout being a writer is the fact that I want to remember. In the past hour, I’ve only been looking at things I wish to regret. My FATHER, hates me saying this but, “Pretty Much” all women. I know you’re asking yourself, is this going to be another list? As I said, I write to remember, to speak as I please, and to get the Hell out of Dodge. My life’s project.

So anyway, besides looking at all the different meanings of “Project,” I’ve been looking for a girl. Don’t worry, my “stalking” days are done but not my “skeeving.” I hate to disappoint a woman, but anyway, it’s the girl in the kimono from Mob Wars. Find something better to do which of course I will this afternoon. Have I mentioned the fact that I’m back at the “Day Job?” The Law of Attraction being what it is, I won’t say anything wrong. By the time you’re reading this, I hope I had a Good Day as the song goes. What would be better is if I made any progress at all on Six Impossible Things? I won’t hold my breath., How long was I recuperating, recovering, and sad to say reliving my last workday, SIGH.

If anything I hope I finished, The Zombie Survival Guide: Complete Protection from the Living Dead. Have I learned anything with this being my second time reading it? Yeah, I thought so, and the next novel is Succubus Lord by Eric Vall. That will be followed by Too Late by Colleen Hoover. It’s the Harem Romance genre that gets me, though. You can find plenty on a Reverse Harem (one girl has multiple guys), but I have been doing research. Okay, I’m trying, on top of figuring out ways to make money. I’m not sick with the Coronavirus (COVID-19), but of people. Again my reasons for writing, people are telling stories about me when I can write them down myself. It doesn’t help when I still forget everything, what about my big series? If not that, The Eve of a Cherry, Gulp, Gown of Chaos?

Most writers look for Brand New. Will Needs To Project.

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Log 318 ~Howling, Hot Here’s Willy~

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As the “Fresh Prince” once said, “Hurt Me, Hurt Me,” though I’m more a sadist, to be honest, it’s just the way I get all “warm and tingly,” or how I’m buying my ticket to Hell perhaps. Howling, Hot Here’s Willy

Thursday, May 14, 2020

Log 318 ~Howling, Hot Here’s Willy~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I must be a HOT commodity. Again this is going to be one of those conversations. Brought to you by the letter H. I will also yet again blame Girlfriend Reviews. Should Your Boyfriend Play Nier: Automata? Yeah, seeing as I feel some kind of way towards 2B and Commander White. Not that I have much time to play video games, and I’m on day six of NO FAP. Which leads me into today and what is getting me hot, besides liking alliteration.

HUMILIATION, how many times must we talk about it? I don’t know as long as I like the real stories from some women. You know the language that I always prefer the whole word “Whore” in comparison to “HO.” Loving the way a girl moans and groans it, her cries. HOWLING, and no, I don’t mean like a wolf. For a man like me who enjoys getting his cock sucked, I like loud girls. No, not that kind of loud if you know what I mean. Bedroom noise, not waste my time gibberish. For a girl to choose you, over-breathing, blowjobs, or my name. HOLY, a divine experience. I do enjoy good girls, no doubt, and between maids and nuns. For some reason, I’ve gotten it into my head that kimonos are holy, but I know they were usual. Between Kurenai, Fuu, this Mob/Mafia game I played on Facebook, and others well cue Homer Drool.

HEAVY, not in the slightest, but what about the likes of Momokun who showed off her ta-tas? I won’t lie, I’m still hoping to see Cherry’s, but I haven’t asked in quite a while. As skinny as I am Dirty Diana, where do I get off? On BBWs, but not today, keep it in my pants. HOPING though to be a father someday. Is pregnancy sexy? There was this girl I wanted to date that got knocked up. Watching wrestling last night, Becky Lynch, announced she’s pregnant. In The Eve of a Cherry, one of my characters was expecting. Beautiful MILFS. HOT yet, Dirty Diana? Time marches on, and the things that get me going damn me to Hell ever more so. I was at the Day Job, and my temperature climbed; I’m not sick.

Well, at least not with the Coronavirus but my pending desires, Howling, Hot Here’s Willy.

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Log 317 ~Willing To Work Yet~

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First week back at work, how am I holding up? I tell you the things I would do, and I had a month, and what did I do? Wrote a book I can’t publish, and while the Coronavirus hasn’t gotten to me, I still suffer from anxiety. “Willing To Work Yet”

Wednesday, May 13, 2020

Log 317 ~Willing To Work Yet~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and it took work to get here. So you know, WORK isn’t on my list of most hated words. I talk about work and the Day Job. Inspector Echo, I respect having to work, but I consider myself lazy. Then there’s the Day Job hmm… have we talked about what else I would be willing to do. Anything to avoid days like Monday… assuming the worse?

For example, why I’m talking to you today, now it’s Sunday. So I’ve blogged this day for about three years now. Right here, looking at my name badge from the Day Job. It’s been “almost” nine years, living paycheck to paycheck. My blog, in three years, is over 438,000 words and not one single book to show for it. Speaking of books, what about The Eve of a Cherry and Gulp? I couldn’t possibly get them published, and why not you ask? Oh right, too busy edging with Mia Khalifa, Mia Malkova, or Mia Rose. If I could organize characters as well as I do my porn. Yeah, my porn, I wasn’t kidding about Onlyfans. I’ve seen the guys that sign up for that. While I have no qualms about my body, it’s not like I would make any money? Last week I had to forgo some of my “investment” budget for the essentials. So I seem to be now.

An essential worker, Inspector Echo, I would do all the above if it meant I could escape the Day Job. Again why I’m talking to you today because when I get scheduled, I don’t want to wake up early. As THEY say about time and money and how do I spend those funds? Not on Call me a Legend or anymore on Onlyfans, yet. My money keeps me going to do things I don’t want to do, and still, I look like some charity case. By the time you’re reading this, I should have a few masks from the Day Job. Remember how I said WORK isn’t a bad word, but yeah, I should add LAZY, and I’m still SIGH STUPID. Everyone figured out how to get a mask before me, all I got is my bandanna and some cloth. Only I’m still going out to the Day Job because I don’t care enough to work at what I love.

No, I’m lazy, horny, and broke, Willing To Work Yet.

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Log 316 ~Will FUNDS His Family~

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I’ve heard that “some” women brag about their boyfriends/husbands’ jobs, and while I don’t plan on marrying Rochelle, “My man has two jobs!” I will have two, one is my writing and the other… Will FUNDS His Family, for the love of money or simply love

Tuesday, May 12, 2020

Log 316 ~Will FUNDS His Family~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now. Not Walter White, David A. R. White or White in general but nevertheless a billionaire. Well, I’m sorry, My Love I didn’t mean to get all racial, especially considering us. I will say Happy Mother’s Day, being (Sunday) and start over.

AHEM today, I’m more focused on the What, Why, And How of our fortune. It could be too many Handmaid’s Tale videos on YouTube or Desi Lydic Womansplains. Anyway, you’ve often heard me talk about being rich in three things. Babes, Bucks, and Bullets. Of course, those sometimes change to Biology, Bullion, and Bombs. The thing is, I don’t want to be rich in the methods of death but of life. In the Bible, it says something like, “But the greatest of these is love.” To me, you’re priceless, and yet it scares me to keep thinking of a price. As a “young” man, I was taught that a man must be established. If one seeks an Angel, he must build Heaven, and that’s what I’m doing. Everything we have would be nothing without you. Still, I always want more.

It makes me sound greedy. On Christmas, I’m trying not to be Scrooge. I could be Caesar, for I am ambitious, but why not? You should have everything beautiful in the world, and I’m not. Sooner or later, I’ll believe you when you say I’m a good man. For now, I’ll go with these three little words. I love you, of course, but “A Man Provides.” You and our children, you are My Woman, you and they are My Why, and this is My Way. Okay, I’ve never watched Star Wars: The Mandalorian though I’ve invested in Disney by now.

The big question is HOW and we have had the Lord of War conversation. Again I don’t believe in anything to cause harm, and I don’t hide what I do from you. I do as I please. Only as long as my family is living comfortable, I don’t have to live as a fake anymore, and I’m having fun. You have no idea how it felt to keep my “Day Job” trying to provide for me and my firstborn. I could never go back to that. My dream, My Love, My World, you all are one. Once again, I’m Greedy, Lustful, and found my Pride. Thus Will FUNDS His Family.

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Log 315 ~No Rest For The Wicked~

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My first day back at the Day Job officially, and I hope I’m not sick. Maybe the zombies will finally take the planet, which is far more likely than my finishing a book for publication, don’t you think? No Rest For The Wicked.

Monday, May 11, 2020

Log 315 ~No Rest For The Wicked~

Hundred And Thirty-Sixth Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I can’t be evil; I sleep way too much. Then again, I know plenty of sinners that sleep like babies. Am I saying that all rich people are evil… was it hard choosing sides between Captain America and Ironman? SIGH that has me thinking about the Day Job. No, I’m not a superhero, not even an ESSENTIAL worker, I’m only in retail. So how was my first day back? Well, seeing’s it’s Saturday right now, and last night I wanted to vomit looking at my schedule. As I talked about yesterday, being “Status Quo” is one thing. What evil things do keep me up at night?

The worse would have to be when My Dæmon isn’t feeling well. It means I’m forgetting what it is to be a father when I can’t help him. All of yesterday, I was figuring out how to buy his meds. I bought food, shared fries, let him hog the bed. Still, he’s an old man, and I’m fighting time. Speaking of time, what am I doing for Mother’s Day? One of those “holy” holidays I forgot about while talking to Dear Future Wife? The good news is, I haven’t forgotten, seeing again I know what day it is. Only what do I think about what my Mom told me yesterday about my grandfather? Should I be broken up, destroyed about my Granddad having the Coronavirus (COVID-19)? I told everyone about the man who said, and I quote, “I don’t know you,” and that’s not him being old. Family… what family?

No Lady Sophia I’m too busy looking at Girls, Girls, Girls, all night. I swear I can’t go to sleep until I, well? Afterward, I still don’t want to sleep, as Dennis Hof said, he goes looking for the next party. It’s like The Matrix; all I see is blonde, brunette, redhead. Same with my stories, didn’t I mention Indiana Gone, Whisper Girl, and Cherry. I write about the things I would like to do to women and then crickets, tumbleweeds, utter silence. I would never consider silence as my fear, but people treat it as a sin. If I want to talk about sin, though, what about the things I do to myself. Hell, it’s why I’m still alive.

If I ever published a book or built a brothel? No Rest For The Wicked.

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Log 314 ~It’s A Wash Will~

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Last week I started off talking about $300. My Granddad gave me $100 when I thought once upon a time, I would be a songwriter. He’s in the hospital now with the Coronavirus, and I’m back to being, well me. “It’s A Wash Will.”

Sunday, May 10, 2020

Log 314 ~It’s A Wash Will~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, but at least you have a job. The work you want to do though SIGH I don’t know what to tell you. Of course, I’m better at asking questions… are you going to work on GULP at all, for example? I’m one for the status quo, but every single week you’re asked to be the better man. If you look at right now, slept late, imposing time limits to get things done. Food is the overall goal, which makes you no better than a Walker. Better not to be a jogger or even a black man here.

Now I don’t mean to get super political with you. Today is about the idea that you can’t be less than or again the status quo. You could blame the world you know or at least America. Two black men are killed, and it could be you. Your grandfather has the Coronavirus (COVID-19). I want to get mad at you for not caring, but do I care? In two days when you read this, I doubt much will have changed. That’s the whole point that nothing is changing for the better, and you’ll always ask the question, could it be worse. Back to the Day Job and how it was Thursday. Other than the boss not touching me, it’s the same. I am sick of the same as every day. I’m one greedy S.O.B. “pardon my French” I always want more. So that’s why I’m sitting here one more day. Yeah with Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 002 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Reviewing Twenty “GULP” Poems
    Completed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Not Receiving Any Warnings Or Security Threats Ever
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing The Zombie Survival Guide
    Failed

I did #3, and I’m changing #5. Not a day goes by without some robocall. I still jump at the phone every time Norton or H&R Block sends a message that there is nothing wrong. The blog has been down twice, not because of a “problem” but “maintenance?” I want to tell you to stop worrying, go all Dale Carnegie if that would help. Only your entire life is what you say at work daily “Another Day,” one more you have to survive. A Minimum Wage, you live a Minimum Life, bordering on the minuscule. Meanwhile, it’s your stories. The BROTHEL owners, the BOOK writers, the would-be BOYFRIEND that live. Like you though hell, nobody’s interested or worse; they’re all Indiana Gone, Whisper Girl, Cherry. Only here’s Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 002 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Reviewing Twenty “GULP” Poems
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Making My Bed, Every Day For This Week
  6. I AM Finishing The Zombie Survival Guide

All men are created equal… right, It’s A Wash Will.

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Log 313 ~Will The New World~

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Well, last week I asked what I do for money, and now sometime soon it will be back to the Day Job, I suppose. Indeed I finished one book and was working on a long-overdue poetry compilation. Will The New World?

Saturday, May 9, 2020

Log 313 ~Will The New World~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I should be all into the. Brand New, as the song goes. Lady Lu, as per usual, I speak to you two days from the past. Time travel can be quite finicky, so if I told you I would find myself here? I’m a man having a panic attack, exhausted, well hell, isn’t that every day? Today though, I have received my marching orders to return to the world. Only the place I knew wasn’t so great. The land that awaits me, I’m not looking forward to. For now, I can’t see the aftermath, but there are other worlds.

“Only a man unable to handle the actual world would create another one in which to hide.”
― Andrew Davidson

I’m not suicidal, but at this moment, I want to return to the blackness of sleep. It’s no secret that I’m lazy above everything Lady Luna. Look, you’re my first girl, my favorite… my light in the dark, closest to where I want to be. In the night, not having to face the new day. Only when I find myself thrown into the world, I build new ones. One more reason that I’m a writer. I need somewhere to go, but then it’s like something out of The Handmaid’s Tale. My worlds are never “Better” for everyone, especially women, but I’m not in the mood today. I don’t wish to be one of these STUPID people comparing having a Day Job to some worse part of history. Still, I feel like I am doomed to repeat it as soon as I leave this “warm” bed.

“Better never means better for everyone… It always means worse, for some.”
― Margaret Atwood

I say it like that because I’m not sure if it’s the weather or my blood running cold. Fear freezes me, and there’s another F-Word that heats me right up. I’m not angry, though, and the other feeling I’m avoiding like the plague all around us. Coronavirus (COVID-19) hasn’t given me the world I imagined, as if I could handle it. Again I’m sitting here in bed trying not to think how good I had it and all the work I could have gotten done. Now I sound like Trump wasting my time. I don’t believe I will have the luxury of losing myself to the music or some audiobook. If I call upon the future, it will always be for My Dæmon’s continued health and the world I wish to build for him.

Today though (Thursday), is this normal or Will The New World…

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Log 312 ~Play The Hero Will~

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As the song goes, “Here I go, playing the star again, There I go, turn the page.” I wanted to talk about Star Wars and my mind when to The Hero’s Journey, and then I remembered I don’t write heroes. “Play The Hero Will.”

Friday, May 8, 2020

Log 312 ~Play The Hero Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but how many of us do they call heroes? Often enough, I’ve written that I am no hero, I am but a villain. Not a Smooth Criminal, a Smooth Operator though I try. I was a second away from quoting Yoda, one more figure in The Hero’s Journey. SIGH Star Wars.

Like yesterday I said I wanted to make this Star Wars week, but what have I been reading? The Call to Adventure or Cade, Anna, and Cherry all leave England. Refusal of the Call, Cade refusing help, Anna and Cherry refusing to change, the Father in denial? Meeting the Mentor, Cade, Anna, and Cherry talking to the Father and him meeting the Boy. Crossing the First Threshold, Anna with the Father, Cherry’s next kill, Cade’s fear. Belly of the Whale, Anna and the Father in her home, Cherry’s body, Cade and Caitlin. The Road of Trials, Cherry spying, the Father’s investigation, Cade’s madness, Anna’s denial. Of course, Lady Sophia, this is a reach at best, and you can thank Girlfriend Reviews for today’s ideas. If anything, I want to understand my story better, I figure.

Continuing forward, The Meeting with the Goddess. It’s when the Father gains information about the murders. It’s also when Anna and Cade finally get together and don’t realize they will be together forever. The Woman As Temptress when Anna offers herself again to the Father when he has Cherry and Cade also has Cherry. Wanting to spare Anna and Cherry and the tapes used to secure their freedom if need be. Oh, Genevieve, and Hanna.

Atonement with the Father/Abyss, the Father/Old Man, faces down against the Boy. The murderess Cherry is discovered. Cade and Anna are also in attendance. Apotheosis, the Father comes up with the idea to save Cherry and Anna, while Cade is shot but lives. The Ultimate Boon, the deal is done. Cade will marry Anna, and both mother and daughter will work off the debt, the Father becomes a killer. Refusal of the Return, Cherry refuses the last poison order. Cade gets in trouble, the Father takes his first victim, Anna is made a “housewife.” The Magic Flight, Cherry is entirely a woman along with her mother, Cade is made “cuckold” the Father is in control. Rescue from Without, Brooklynn, and Gretchen are taken. The main characters prepare for the wedding.

The Crossing of the Return Threshold, Cherry, and Anna are terribly alike. Cade gets to indulge in both. The Father makes money. Master of Two Worlds, the Father is in charge of both the sanctuary and the cathouse. He doesn’t yet see Cade breaking down and what will be Anna’s reprisal. Freedom to Live, with the deaths, the Father is now free to leave behind one or both worlds. If he so chooses to. Lady Sophia, I have gone overboard in a way, and again none of my survivors are ever meant to be heroes.
Father… Play The Hero Will.

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Log 311 ~Star Wars Again, Willy~

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I should have made it Star Wars week now that I think about it, but still, I like more girls in the Star Wars Universe, well in the entire universe than there are days in the week. Anyway, let me bring three Star Wars Again, Willy

Thursday, May 7, 2020

Log 311 ~Star Wars Again, Willy~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, dare I say approaching a trillionaire if I owned Disney? When I was young and went to Disney World for the first time, I said I was happy. Isn’t that what you are supposed to say there, hell what did I know. Let’s ask what sparks joy in my life. Shirtless starlets, swords indeed lightsabers, and Star Wars. Two out of three ain’t bad, but here we are today. To think of it, Diana, I should have made it Star Wars week. Anyway, so my top three Star Wars Sluts.

Now you know me, Dirty Diana, so this should be easy to guess. Of all the stars amongst the galaxies far, far away, these three… (Homer Drool). We begin with the original. Leia Amidala Skywalker, aka Princess Leia. Leia Organa, General Organa, Leia Skywalker Organa Solo. Again I can never be one to simply fuck some girl without knowing her. As the song goes, I’m not good at a one-night stand. Anything else about her… played by Carrie Frances Fisher. Her Hoth outfit is my second favorite, but always Slave Leia. If I were to design slave outfits ever damn.

While I’m all about innocence and purity, hell this week, I was watching something on The Handmaid’s Tale. A bit on Madonna-whore complex. You ever heard you can’t turn a whore into a housewife? Before I get too much into my head ahem Padmé Amidala, aka Padmé Amidala Naberrie, Queen Amidala. Dirty Diana, I’m not looking to be saved, but I already mentioned Homer, right? He asked Marge once, “I need you to do this with me.” I’m Anakin, and I need my Padme. Plus, choking is a “Soft limit” of mine. The things I would do to Natalie Portman.

At last, we come to Rey Skywalker, played by Daisy Jazz Isobel Ridley. We have firmly established that I have a thing for hot brunettes with sweet tits ha. Should I also mention I don’t care much for sand? There is a song, though, that says, “Make love on a beach of jet black sand.” I still dream of having my family on the beach, but today isn’t for that. I’m thinking of Leia doing Jabba or sharing Han. Padme being punished or rutting inside ravishing Rey over and over. Should have shared but no, dreaming Star Wars Again, Willy.

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Log 310 ~Willy Time, Slow Time~

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Wasn’t I here last week, lost to the porn, worried about my pup, trying to find anything else to worry about besides the proponents of the puppet in the White House. The things one finds to do. Willy Time, Slow Time

Wednesday, May 6, 2020

Log 310 ~Willy Time, Slow Time~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and if I were white with a rich Daddy, this would have happened overnight. Making that kind of money takes time, and I have that. Yet again, though, I ask myself, what have I been doing with mine, time being money?

Well, of course, sex Inspector Echo, what else is there? Having finished, The Eve of a Cherry, I find myself lost on what to do next. I shot down somebody looking for a Beta reader but can’t find any for myself ever. When somebody calls your work, “interesting?” Hell time flies reading but goes ever so slow when you’re EDITING. The only thing slower is me finding some girl to… yeah, I know not a compliment. Still, I’ve told adult entertainers no and when I finally broke. It wasn’t with, Call me a Legend, but how many ticks and tocks have I wasted playing that game these past few days? I remember playing, Heavy Rain, a certain way because I wanted to see Madison Paige strip. I won’t speak evil of Call me a Legend though, I don’t have time to tear myself down today.

Seeing as how this conversation is two days ahead, you know today is. Star Wars Day, which means I have plenty of movies to watch. One more day I’m taking off and SIGH, I have to watch the video from my Day Job. Fear takes more out of me than anything. So what has scared me today? Not much other than walking My Dæmon and hearing the sounds of construction. I remember when I was a child running through the woods so fast, and the house seemed so far. Even at thirty-five, I can go back to that moment. The wonders of time Inspector Echo.

Not anymore, though, like most days, I have fallen into a routine. I wake up late, have these conversations, post the one from two days ago. I usually fall into a nap and wake up late again to work on my book. I “want” to read, and somehow end up playing The Walking Dead or Call me a Legend. Dinner, and then there are the nights where I stay up until one or two doing well “stuff and thangs.” The worse thing about time… my kid winding down, the stairs are his test these days.

Sadness, Willy Time, Slow Time.

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