Gospel 050 ~GTW Great Teacher Will~

Well, my day was ruined sometime this afternoon, and when I woke up from the humiliations galore, l I felt like I was back in school, and that sucked. Only until I was introduced to Tenchi Muyo and other Japanese anime. “GTW Great Teacher Will.”

Thursday, August 20, 2020

Gospel 050 ~GTW Great Teacher Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so you would think I could let some things go. Yeah I know right, even with that kind of money I would agonize over everything. Dirty Diana, I was feeling all the more, hot and bothered before this afternoon. It explains why I’m speaking to you so late tonight. I was sleeping off the “humiliations galore” from the Day Job. Much like school, a long, long time ago, I got fucked pretty hard. Not literally, no fun, but is it any wonder I want my career to be all about fucking. Um so yeah schoolgirls.

If I had to mark the foundations of porn, keeping in mind this one man’s humble opinion. Hentai, Schoolgirls, Sadism, Delivery. Also focusing on my introduction to sex Diana. That was somewhere between Princess Ayeka. Also, my mother’s Victoria’s Secret catalogs. There was also my dad’s collection of porno. Don’t get me started on my “Daddy Issues,” but it might also explain why I don’t look at black women too often. I wore one of those tapes out in the VCR. Not that I don’t like black women as was hinted at. Lacey Duvalle “How Convenient…,” Jenna Foxx “My Sister’s Hot Friend.” Cassidy Banks “Teachers Assistant Gets Fucked” and so on. There’s also what I think of as my fifth column fetishes, stuff libel to be trouble. So, Rebecca’s Backyard from Marvel Charm, for example.

Anyway, we’re over halfway in and so again, schoolgirls. I swear Dirty Diana from Erotica, Hentai, Scenes, it’s so damn easy. Low-Hanging fruit, some might say. Should I be disgusted with myself? I’m still thinking about Maika Monroe, aka Clare from “The Stranger” on Quibi. Besides looking a bit like Sophie Turner and the scenes of her in bed. It was the schoolgirl story, criminal, offensive, and hot as Hell for what little there was. Then there was the idea that she recanted her story, the teacher made her shut-up.

The last time I ever thought about being a teacher was with GTO: Great Teacher Onizuka. If I wanted to be a student, it would be on Gokusen with Kumiko Yamaguchi and Shizuka Fujiyama. Did I mention I like Japan?

Anyway, long story short. Uniforms, a position of authority, daisy fresh girls (legal age), of course. Talk about all day, every day, that fetish ain’t leaving, GTW Great Teacher Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 049 ~Willing A Five-Finger Discount~

Why can’t every night end with a movie that’s tripper than my life? Then again, I give myself too much credit, so it must be the Pride. Today though, I want to talk about Envy and Greed *Ahem* Hey Jealousy. “Willing A Five-Finger Discount.”

Wednesday, August 19, 2020

Gospel 049 ~Willing A Five-Finger Discount~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I wasn’t smart enough to steal it. My first sin of today is being jealous of the people that work for it. Now keep in mind when I say, “Hey Jealousy,” it’s not aimed at any billionaire. I will admit it can be at anything or anyone. “Girlfriend Reviews,” “Nikki and Steven,” “Tony Baker,” Katie O’Shaughnessy, for example. What about that movie I saw last night “The Stranger” on Quibi? Yeah, how can I get mad at the writing on that? I like all of this Inspector, but which sin is worse Envy or Greed?

As always, I focus on myself, so I should throw Pride in there. I haven’t been in Lust in a few days, eight days NO FAP. My Sloth explains why I’m in bed on a Wednesday evening. That leaves Wrath and Gluttony, but I’m only hurting myself with them both.

Anyway, Greed and let’s deal with the crimes so easy I can do them with one hand. You, of course, know what I excel at with one hand. I can’t say I haven’t been on some porn sites, but I keep both hands on the keyboard. Still, I couldn’t help being turned on by Maika Monroe, aka Clare. I’ve confessed that a tragic story of a particular “genre” gets me. The only difference here is Dane DeHaan, aka Carl E., was trying to kill her. Still, the “obsessive” erotica I read. How I like Pure Taboo and others. I might give Quibi my money, SIGH.

So I wonder why I’m not doing right by My Dæmon. I’m too busy as always providing for Yabbos. With these hands, we’re staying afloat, but I’m lifting him with one, petting him with one, etc. He’s my old man.

I love him like pancakes, but I know it isn’t enough. Am I a good Dad? I want to be an excellent writer. Inspector Echo, this is more Lady Sophia’s wheelhouse, but I was thinking of a story at work today. Yep, Cherry will be in it once again. Hell, how do I get any writing done, ever, typing with one hand? The other should slap me (masochist tendencies)? Ow!

Only I won’t wake up. I mean, I got the Day Job, but I’m always on Spotify listening to the saddest songs ever about life. The life I’m stealing from myself, Willing A Five-Finger Discount.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 048 ~Will Needs His Space~

I get pretty tongue-tied when I talk to women, and then I go ahead and write something like this… It’s a reason I wanted to be an astronaut when I was a kid, and people call me a headcase. Will Needs His Space.

Tuesday, August 18, 2020

Gospel 048 ~Will Needs His Space~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so how can I be mad? Well, I know quite a few Republicans that hate so much more. Only I don’t want to speak about hate because I love you. Talk about Doublethink, I tell you all the time you take my breath away. Sometimes it’s like I’ll overflow with everything about you. Today though, it was like being in love with the stars, how high can I go. It was like loving a grave. Make no mistake, I would die for you. I was reminded of that poem Suicide’s Note.

“The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.” –

Langston Hughes

You’re not “Equipped” to be loved this much. Well, you did marry me, after all. Now you know I come out of nowhere with my music, but today I want to share my favorite song with you, one anyway. It’s called Moondust (Stripped; EP Version) by Jamyes Young. He sings about burying his love, and for some reason, this stands out to me. It’s not only because of my novel. I named “The Business,” “The Moondust.” I’ve been thinking about how many friends I’ve lost and how I’m always afraid that someday you’ll leave. One wrong word, and it’ll be like something out of the movie “Pontypool.” You say I’m a hard man to know, and I want to be so close but not today. Hell all the movies, music, my manuscript, to tell you the truth. Okay then, I’m mad as Hell, My Love.

That’s what I’m burying, this rage that I feel at so many that I know it would send you running. As the song goes, I bury my love to give the world to you. I won’t have you rob me of my hate, but I can’t give it to you.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntzBE9nAKfU

I bury my tears everywhere else but not where you can see them. A man ain’t supposed to cry; yeah, another song. I need to lie down, though, and I don’t know if you or my firstborn could help me.


I bury myself in my work… no, not like that. Let me work harder or, as people say, all work and no play. I need some awesome video game carnage, and does that make me sound like a kid again.

Now that’s what I won’t do? I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that. I keep burying the man I am, and for what? I love you.

Only Will Needs His Space.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 047 ~Temptation Exist In All Creations~

I wouldn’t do much for a Klondike bar, but I think the same company makes that strawberry cheesecake bar too, and I have raised holy hell for those. The only thing tempting me now is my bed. “Temptation Exist In All Creations” no doubt

Monday, August 17, 2020

Gospel 047 ~Temptation Exist In All Creations~

Hundred And Fiftieth Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I’m lucky I got the money. What would I spend it all on? Do you really need to ask? Three words AHEM, Breasts, Yabbos, Titties, pardon my language, Madam Justice. Hell, My Dæmon is my son, and he’s exactly like his old man. You could ask Indiana Gone about that. Now, of course, he wants a lot of different things and is willing to commit any variety of sins. He loves to eat pretty much anything.

Every morning he’ll fight me for his walk. The boy will lie for a treat. So what tempts me other than a world of Yabbos?

Sad to say, but everything in this “wonderful” world leads right back to that goal. The sooner we finish this talk, the sooner I can look at Yabbos. Yeah, right, like Instagram wasn’t already showing me hot cheerleaders to look up. Guilty as charged. Now all of my creations only want to live, but that means I need to be horny. Sorry to say but this afternoon I’m only annoyed. You do know what would help with that, only I have to stay awake. That’s my point, though. Everything wants to live. What is the ultimate expression of that I ask? You give life to others, and of course, there are many different ways one can go about that endeavor.

For the most part, humanity only values life as it relates to death. The closer we get to the end, the more we cling to life. I could argue against that, though, given the current state of the world, I suppose. I don’t want to get political though. 170,000 dead, and the life I cherish the most isn’t human. Again I bring up my firstborn. I say he wants everything, but at any particular moment, he wants me. No girl could ever take his place. Still, I wish some girl found me tempting, I don’t think about love most days. Ask me what tempted me in these past twenty-four hours. Pigtails, food, my bed? Maybe it’s not the temptation itself but the motive behind it. I remember something from the Isaku series that I dare not repeat, but I understand.

Hell, the things we will do for such desires and how we fight to resist, rebel, and renounce sin. They can also be blessings, but I know what I want. Temptation Exists In All Creations.

“The world, chico, and everything in it.” – Tony Montana

“This is a rebellion; I rebel.” – Jyn Erso “Rogue One”

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 046 ~Will, He Delivers Us~

This is what happens when you watch too much stuff on President Numbnuts trying to destroy the postal service. Speaking of numbnuts, my SI: Swimsuit Edition came, and I’m not waiting for pretty clothes or prettier girls now. Will, He Delivers Us

Sunday, August 16, 2020

Gospel 046 ~Will, He Delivers Us~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I’ve only ever sent $1,500.00 in the mail ever. Now I wish I could admit that it was for a “good” cause. Yabbos give means to meaning. It’s why you got up this morning and smiled, checking the mailbox. Sports Illustrated (Swimsuit Edition). Sometime this afternoon, you will put $75.00 in your literal “spank bank.” Sex toys are “very expensive.” You’ll read some more from W. Anton this evening. Hell dude, you’re looking to buy “art” for Aerith Gainsborough and 2B.

Is Cupid one to deliver a paramour or porno? Either way, you’re not one to be out there, begging, “Please Mr. Postman.” For me, last week and the one before was waiting for a message that won’t come. So I’ll delete MILF Tres’s number, but her Yabbos… SIGH. Amazon is still on the ball, but they still work with USPS, right? You should look into not buying pretty clothes for girls that ain’t here yet. How about buying NieR: Automata or Final Fantasy VII? If only you weren’t on NO FAP? You have the porno NIER First Assembly and way too much on FFVII. The thing is you need to deliver a win in this life. Yes, I know that I messed up. For three days, I’ve been dreaming away. Even now, I’m still in bed, yelling at My Dæmon. But why, Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 005 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 Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Going To Bed Before Midnight
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing The Manual: What Women Want and How to Give It to Them by W. Anton
    Failed

Yes, only one point, the fact that you’re breathing, JSS (Just Survive Somehow). Jesus saves, or so THEY say. I haven’t believed that since GTA 2. Will you be delivered into the hands of the Devil this week? Ask the plethora of women you need not worry about pissing off. To have my way, I’d ask you to deliver a message to the universe. I wish I could give you a speech reminiscent of Independence Day (1996). How about something to the tune of The Matrix Reloaded (2003). All that comes to mind is the postal oath from The Postman (1997). Inspired by real-world events. Other than your life with everything that’s going on with the postal service these days. I even took a test to work for them once. No, wasn’t my idea, once upon a time. I failed, I think… Six Impossible Things?

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 005 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
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Going To Bed Before Midnight
  6. I AM Finishing The Manual: What Women Want and How to Give It to Them by W. Anton

I ask you for your characters, your future love, and even yourself. Somehow, someway, today, tomorrow, Will, He Delivers Us?

“Neither snow nor rain, nor gloom of night,

through bandits hail, through firefight,

through flood and plague, we cannot fail,

no holnist trash can stop the mail.” The Postman (1997)

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 045 ~Big Willie Style, NOT~

No, I’m not getting jiggy with it, but how I wish. It’s ten at night already, and I haven’t been getting to bed until after two in the morning, and I know why. One of these days, the answer will be zombies, and I’ll be living. “Big Willie Style, NOT”

Saturday, August 15, 2020

Gospel 045 ~Big Willie Style, NOT~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and Will Smith isn’t? Now how would I accomplish this, seeing as how I couldn’t climb out of bed today? I know I say that a lot Lady Luna but I did go and get a couple of Honey Chicken Biscuits this morning. Yeah, making up for last week. Are they good enough but not my writing? I ask you? Is everything better than anything I can do? So what’s with the depression and the questions? One head has been busier than the other since Monday.

I have these phases when I get heavy into NO FAP, and now I know why. Excuse my language Lady Lu, this is more for Inspector Echo, but I am FUCKING Mad. Tuesday morning, I was at the Day Job listening to sad songs that turned into rap. I’m an African-American man, but that doesn’t mean I know anything about rap, but most of what I chose was angry. Now, if that’s not enough to scare “white” people, I’ve also been reading. No, not, The Manual: What Women Want and How to Give It to Them. Yesterday it put me to sleep. Instead, I’ve been looking over The Screwfly Solution. Let me guess, now I sound like one of those women-hating Incels, right? Hell Lady Lu, I’m not mad at anyone but me. This brings me back to the point; I’m only punishing myself again.

Instead of working like Will Smith, I’m doing me, which means sleeping. I won’t finish our conversation until later on tonight. No disrespect to people who have other addictions, but it’s like rehab. There’s nothing inside and what’s outside isn’t right. Speaking of outside, this is still the plague era. Porn is like a vaccine, you’re infected, and at the same time, you’re fighting the onslaught. If you knew how many times I’ve searched for Tifa Lockhart in the past few minutes. When I’m outside though, SIGH. THEY say the problem is men don’t look at women as people. Nowadays, I look at them as monsters. People have always been zombies to me, now I’m only running faster. Why can’t you just be normal? People cry over and over again.

When has anyone saw me as such and what they do see me as well, they “Make Me Wanna Die.”

They’re disappointed, Will Smith, W. Anton; Big Willie Style, NOT.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 044 ~Mo Willy, Mo Genre~

Someone once said, Mo Money, Mo Problems, I say, come give me the drama. I would be “happy” if my writing brought me both and who knows what else. To this day, I dare to call what I write erotica, and everything else is honesty. “Mo Willy, Mo Genre.”

Friday, August 14, 2020

Gospel 044 ~Mo Willy, Mo Genre~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, or I could be if I took to heart the words of some famous authors. Napoleon Hill, Dale Carnegie, W. Anton, to name a few. Didn’t I once ask the legitimacy of listening to a bunch of white guys (is W. Anton white) I don’t know?

Anyway, when it comes to reading nonfiction books, it’s usually some white guy leading the way. No wonder my country is so screwed. Don’t worry, though, Lady Sophia, I’m not diving into politics today. Hell, if I woke up earlier, which I can say about a lot of people. At least on my Amazon List, I made a note to add a lot of black authors. Again though, I’m late to the party. I can’t get it up to read a book that has to be in my top five of all time. I even found the audio addition this afternoon. Yes, I’ve been asleep that long today, that’s lazy. You know the whole truth will set you free concept.

Knowing the truth seems to be a never-ending struggle. I’m only trying to pull that other person outside of me as my motivations preach. His story Lady Sophia has yet to be told… he remains lying in bed this moment.

Speaking of my writing, which is all fiction except for my conversations with you and the girls. Oh yes, girls, if anything today, I’m still thinking about that Nurse and Kimono girl from Kojin Taxi (Sex Taxi). When it comes to my novels, I will admit women are usually the victims. The exceptions being the Basic Bitch and Cherry, who were both villainesses. For somebody that can’t get it up to write. Here I am imagining a third novel involving Cherry, and before she gets a big head, how many does the Basic Bitch have?

I try to write “sweet” Lady Sophia. Notice I didn’t say I want to. I attempted to write a YA novel some time ago, which led to nowhere. Don’t they all? I wonder who holds the pen or pushes the buttons. You’re not Dirty Diana but one hand to my work, the other on my penis. My art could be funny, but most comedians delve into the truth. All I want is hilarious animal voiceovers from Tony Baker and John Hunt. I should be writing.

LSV, SEX, 666 always with Yabbos; Mo Willy, Mo Genre.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 043 ~A Doc Or Will~

Last week, I said something to the tune of “livin’ on a prayer,” quoting yet another song *AHEM* “she’s the girl all the bad guys want.” Well, not this bad guy, not anymore, if anything, I need “A Doc Or Will.”

Thursday, August 13, 2020

Gospel 043 ~A Doc Or Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but what does that do for a broken heart? No, I refuse to flatter her like that. I’ll say my wounded pride and a case of blue balls. Today I can say I’m NOT “Ready For Love” as the song goes. What are the chances of Sexual Healing, these days? It was only yesterday I got that Seafoam Dress from Enchanted Bikinis, minus the girl. Hell, it’s like I’m telling myself I deserve better because of MILF Tres… Sorry, Dirty Diana. I don’t want to sound mean. Indeed, I’m deaf, dumb, and slow, so STUPID.

It’s why I haven’t ever considered becoming a doctor. Now, if you promised me Takeuchi Nanami from Kojin Taxi? Yeah, that’s what I need, more ideas of what to buy on Amazon. Here I go, attempting to inoculate myself with porn. These days though, I’m more disgusted. What do I get from playing, Call me a LEGEND for days on end? All on the grounds of wanting to see Lareina and Rachel’s Yabbos? I never will, but of course, there are other Yabbos I’ll never see again. For now, it’s the same routine, blocks after having been blocked ha. I’ve never been one for damage control. If anything, schoolgirls are more my speed, not naughty nurses with the exception up above. I could go into some pretty twisted fantasies but again, not in the mood.

One more reason to tie girls up with something more than their underwear. My how chains and whips excite me. Well more the links, but I’ve wasted enough money on fast food today. I should invest in a ball gag, but still stuffing panties down someone’s throat is pretty sweet. Do I sound sick to you, Dirty Diana? I’ve been rereading W. Anton’s book, well ten minutes of it anyway, and it says, to be direct. It also talks about not having to chase money and success for women. All of this for tomorrow, hmm?

Tonight it’s like I’m dying and no not because of some woman. I’m fighting the ghosts of my past, and nothing shuts them up more than the moans of the living. It’s so much I want to show you, but it’s getting late, Dirty Diana. Two days of No FAP, so my energy is nil. No Sexual Healing, do I need A Doc Or Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 042 ~I’ve Offended There Will~

Well, this is the third song I’ve written in my whole life, and like the last two, it isn’t anywhere close to excellent. It’s been echoing in my head since MILF Tres. “I’ve Offended There Will” with all respect to Johnny Cash

Wednesday, August 12, 2020

Gospel 042 ~I’ve Offended There Will~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but it’s not because I reworked a song.

I’ve Offended There – (I’ve Been Everywhere by Johnny Cash)

Talking to some girl, that left me right here alone
Another night, another chance, I’ve found out again I’ve blown.
Wondering, what word I said, that made it go right to wrong.
So before I cried, I decided to write this oh so awful song.
Is there a place, from here to there, somewhere in this whole world?
Where who I am, and what I say, don’t scare some pretty girl

I’ve offended there, man.
I’ve offended there, man.
Hurt some feelings, scared, man.
What, I tried to share, man.
To be with her, I dared, man.
I’ve offended there.

I’ve tried with
Texting, Messenger, Whisper, Snapchat
Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Playstation,
Bumble, Twitter, Youtube, Onlyfans,
Patreon, Craigslist, FanCentro, Amazon,
iCloud, Android, Subscribeadult, Pornhub,
Email, POF, and Tinder, I’m a sinner.

I’ve offended there, man.
I’ve offended there, man.
The time I could have spared, man.
But summer’s day compared, man.
She was not prepared, man.
I’ve offended there.

I’ve talked to
D in school, Sweetness, Harmonic War, All That Jazz,
Basic Bitch, Rainbow Girl, Okay, Liz Vicious,
MILF Uno, MILF Dos, MILF Tres, Capital A,
Special K, Ruby Rae, Nude Maids, Moms In Lots,
M Anime don’t want to play, Pornstars, Escorts,
Cosplayers, Alice Little, Cherry, but I’ me

I’ve offended there, man.
I’ve offended there, man.
Their hearings not impaired, man.
All I’ve said, not fair, man.
Communications erred, man.
I’ve offended there.

Well, I’ve been,
Blocked, Deleted, Warned, Threatened
Banned, Barred, Locked Out, Told Off,
Erased, Trolled, Hacked, Ignored,
Called Names, Punked, Rejected, Bothered,
Forgotten, Denied, Left broken, Annoyed,
Framed, Will’s my name.

I’ve offended there, man.
I’ve offended there, man.
Because I want her bare, man.
I tell the truth, declared, man.
All these women flared, man.
I’ve offended there.

I’ve talked of
Movies, Music, Favorite Books, Writing them,
Love Letters, Good Morning, Hello, Poems at night,
Furry son, life and such, Pop Culture, Pokemon,
Have some fun, Yabbos, Nakedness, Money,
Pretty Clothes, Bedrooms, Lifestyle, Sex them up,
Wish List, Fucking, Dirty things, so I sing

I’ve offended there, man
I’ve offended there, man
Missing them but spared, man.
Who I am is squared, man.
But hearts are not repaired, man.
I’ve offended there.
I’ve offended there.

Well, I’ve Offended There Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 041 ~Will, You Button Up~

The beginning of a new week and even now I don’t want to talk about it. Every word I say… at least tonight, I don’t have to bother with a poem. I’m also keeping my pants firmly buttoned, or tied, sweat pants. “Will, You Button Up”

Tuesday, August 11, 2020

Gospel 041 ~Will, You Button Up~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and that’s because I push buttons for a living. I have those of my characters, my customers; yours Cara mia. Funny, I should bring up Gomez Addams’s pet name for his wife. I ask you plenty of things, but today the question is, are you afraid? I know that I am. Now before I burst into a rendition of that’s all I ask of you, I have some demands. I would do Anything for Love, but I will not be made a fool of. My Love, you must have courage. What I am learning again is this. I will not beg.

You want to know what scares me? One day I’m going to return home and have to ring my own freaking doorbell. Baby girl, you know my views on cursing. Anyway, the point is I think someday you’ll go and change the locks on me and I don’t know why. It might be some other guy hell some girl than is buttoning up, my kids for school. The idea that my family might be taken away from me well. You’ve seen me with my Firstborn, and you know what I would do to protect every little hair on his head. It horrifies me, the thought of something happening to you, Baby Doll. Ask any friend, ask my father, who I hope you’ll never meet. When I say the word “always,” I mean it. Sticking with my musical motif, I would fight, lie, walk the wire, and die for you. Should I shut-up or button up?

One of my heroes, Dennis Hof, he talked about being “mother fucked.” Pardon my language, but what he said was that when a person betrayed him, they stopped existing. What if you asked me to give up my dreams? To send it all crashing down at the push of a button? My Love if with this life I did it “My Way,” I would never button my pants again. There is no way I would leave this bed being with you. Didn’t one of The Beatles pull that off? Which brings me to today or indeed last night. One more friend gone, blocked, deleted, gone. When I dared to speak of it, somebody else disappeared. Will I be a man of courage or a hard man to know? Will you say, “Will, You Button Up?”

I Will Have No Fear