Gospel 165 ~Sheet It’s Will Again~

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

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