How have I made it through seven weeks? The last time I was so busy,… well what happened. If I just went ahead and published a damn book. I know what I want to write about, but I’ve yet to turn in “GULP” two years ago. To Be Mean Time-Travel hmm
Sunday, March 21, 2021
Gospel 263 ~To Be Mean Time-Travel~
To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and you are not. You know what your motivations say. Well, not anymore, considering your recent playlist.
You should do what has become the seven-week usual. Not meaning to be political at um 5:30 in the morning but say his name. All you need is to think back on that day, and the rest of this week should be… Hell, at least zombies don’t have worries, responsibilities. You know I tried to make it easy on you with all my time-travel. The last thing you need is what the Day Job will do to you and then a three-hour conversation. I swear that is too much time, and you know it. Especially when no one is listening. And the one who did… You don’t care to go forward and “If I Could Turn Back The Hands Of Time,” doing Six Impossible Things:
- I AM Finishing Reading, “Succubus Lord 10” Eric Vall
Completed - I AM Finishing Gathering, Braxton’s Albums
Failed - I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published SIGH
Failed - I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 079 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
Completed (Day 086) No Fap - I Am Cleaning Out The Refrigerator (Braxton’s Last Meal)
Failed - I WILL Be The Man My Son Thinks I Am
Failed
There’s still time. One of many tools that I employed, and you see where that got me and B III.
Of all the places I think he might be, how about this for your consideration. Somewhere in another universe, there is another you and him who received a miracle. He lived. Haven’t I talked about the whole world ending in five minutes? I believe I said I don’t do that anymore. However, one of these days, you or somebody will be correct, and with Braxton gone. Well, you are seven-days into an apocalypse, walking the wasteland. Would it be better if you were frozen in place, and what about the fastest way to meet your son again. Dangerous talk, isn’t it but still, there’s much to do, Six Impossible Things:
- I AM Finishing Reading, “Succubus Lord 11” Eric Vall
- I AM Finishing Gathering, Braxton’s Albums
- I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published SIGH
- I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 086 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
- I Am Cleaning Out The Refrigerator (Braxton’s Last Meal)
- I WILL Be The Man My Son Thinks I Am
To add even more to your plate, Camp NaNoWriMo. Besides all your Braxton memorials and the wasted clothes for the Day Job. You might try looking like a writer. Even better would be actually writing. Do you work on dusty obligations or the newest beginnings? Now that one subject has been put to bed, I know what you want to write about… B III or AHEM Bastian Barks Bennett. Isn’t it ironic that B III’s character survived fiction, but I signed his life away in reality? “You Always Hurt The One You Love,” as the song goes. Or if she happens to be pretty… Writing is your time machine—no more pretty girls… but you and Braxton. Decide where to go. To Be Mean Time-Travel
BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will