Gospel 201 ~Legs, Breasts, There’s Always Chicken~

I said love hurts, and yeah, lust does as well, but it’s pretty fun too. Though, I’m not having any. In fact, I’m scared to death. Some people live to eat; others eat to live. I only write, and what else is there? Legs Breasts, There’s Always Chicken

Monday, January 18, 2021

Gospel 201 ~Legs, Breasts, There’s Always Chicken~

Hundred And Seventy-First Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so oh god, OH GOD, what have I done!!! Why did I not take this rule to heart? It was inspired by my son, my Dæmon. I should turn to Dale Carnegie’s How to Stop Worrying and Start Living. When’s the last time I felt so bad? Well, in “modern history?” I would say when I read something from the “Basic Bitch.” Before that getting called into the office at the Day Job. There was that time in junior college. What about my stint in juvenile hall? Trumptards are scared and running.

Not that I’m one of them. Hell, at times, I’m um worse, and I can’t even tell you how horrible. If anything, I’m hoping that I’m here with you to read this in a week. For the moment, I’m time traveling. You know what I said wakes me up every morning, but Fear, yeah, works. Now, as I state in rule #15, “I Take My Own Lumps.” It means I take the hit I don’t make excuses. If I’m guilty, so I am. The thing is, I don’t even know if I am. There’s a difference between thinking and actions, and no, I’m not trying to be all motivational now.

Okay, usually I save confessions for Inspector Echo, but she waits till Wednesday. How about other cops? Well, I’m a thief, for starters. You know all those artists I have yet to pay and the ones I have paid? Well, I found a place where I did a bit of an art heist, not all. Oh, you know I’ve been stealing pictures and videos ever since I discovered, um, the (H-Word). I blame Tenchi Muyo, but I gave my Olds computer a virus many years ago. Yeah, I couldn’t hide that, but I have lied about being a better man. Doesn’t that affect only me, hmm? Today, no, not with my Dæmon. I swore to always be here for him. It’s him and me until the end. It wouldn’t be a crime to leave him but committing one leaves me no choice for sure, Justice.

He likes eating, and I like… well as the song goes, I hear you singing, “I know what boys like I know what guys want.” Much ado about nothing, hopefully.

For release Madam Justice, I stumbled down the rabbit hole… Legs, Breasts, There’s Always Chicken.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 194 ~Love Is The Ultimate Torture~

Things I can tell my dog and not myself *AHEM* I love you. That’s why hurting myself is nothing, but it’s all panic mode when something is wrong with him. He’s my heart, but what else is there. Money, friends, women? Love Is The Ultimate Torture

Monday, January 11, 2021

Gospel 194 ~Love Is The Ultimate Torture~

Hundred And Seventhly Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and while in Idiocracy, “I like money,” understand “I love money.” Of course, I afforded myself a huge nap this afternoon, and here we are. So either I love my sleep, or I’m not exactly in a lovey-dovey mood. Love hurts, sometimes… There are so many places I can take that. But as always, I’m trying to be a good boy. Speaking of which, that’s the only time I mention love these days when talking to my Dæmon. I didn’t listen to my motivations today, but my son is always my WHY.

“You Always Hurt The One You Love.” That tune is pretty dated. Now, to be honest, it’s one of the reasons I avoided Daily Wellness and motivations. Spotify is bonkers with that old school stuff blasting repeatedly. I’m supposed to speak about my firstborn, trying. Funny, this morning, I was reading again about Jeffery and his boy Galen. How he’s failing as a father, but he loves his kid and failed him. Galen never reacts being a “Block” and all but my son… I look at his furry face and the idea, this hurts me more than it hurts you…

It’s bullshit Madam Justice. I know he’s pained, playing pretend, praying. Better than most women. Okay, this is where the rubber meets blacktop SIGH. Once again, I have to stay on the up and up. I’m not in love with any particular girl at the moment. I’d be worse. The things I say when I’m attracted have nothing on what’s in my heart. Only the words “I Love You” wreck any of my wit. Better to remain silent. It’s again a reason we talk like this, Madam Justice. But my Pinterest boards are starting to regain my usually troubling flair.

My heart, though, remains in a cage. I can tell you truthfully that no, I don’t love myself. Yet, I love freedom. That’s why I keep my secrets, unlike the Trumptards going to jail. Money is still fantastic, so I haven’t been “helping out” Alice Little. Lost her court battle. Addiction pains me every day. Only I’m not spending anything on a fix, yet… Jul3DArt, Love Wolf, QOC, Ero3dLight. I wouldn’t advise looking those up. I want to love the man I’ll be, the woman I’ll have, and the Dæmons siblings. To love me now… Love Is The Ultimate Torture.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 008 ~Gaming Drives Will Nuts~

One more week, and what have I done with it? Have I written, read, and if I were going to goof off, why not fire up the PS4. Hell, I’m lucky Far Cry 5 doesn’t have sex, but I’m about to buy Final Fantasy VII for umm “reasons.” Gaming Drives Will Nuts

Thursday, July 9, 2020

Gospel 008 ~Gaming Drives Will Nuts~


Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so I should have plenty of time for gaming. Hell, what have I done today besides playing The Walking Dead: No Man’s Land, and Call me a LEGEND. I’ve also continued to fantasize about Final Fantasy VII, and I discovered yet another artist, QOCWorkblog. For all the complaining, I want to do about MILF Dos and Cherry. I was an idiot with M Anime this morning. The last thing I need is a plethora of real Yabbos. Then again, why was I so lazy today?

I’m sure I’ve told you my story of how I wanted to see Ayeka Masaki Jurai naked. Well, more to the point, I wanted to see her covered in cum. It’s a bit ironic, all my life trying to get girls naked, but what’s my fetish? As the song goes, “I, got a fetish for fuckin you witcha skirt on.” These days it seems I pay more for persona over the person. Look, TRUST is a big deal when it comes to a Dom and a Sub. The thing is no one does, and I can’t blame them. Now, this isn’t sex-related because I don’t “swing that way,” but this guy asked yesterday to cut the grass. I agreed, but did I trust him? To quote yet another song, “And my mind, my gun they comfort me.” Nothing happened though, nice guy, did his job, I paid, and he left. If I have learned anything, it’s that Yabbos complicate things.

It’s why I have been focusing on disks, phones, and art. One way or another, a girl ends up on her back, but these girls aren’t real. To be sure if they were AHEM, Vault Girls, for example, yeah, I’d be done for. These game girls stay in character; people create histories for them. I haven’t read Too Late by Colleen Hoover in forever. I did read that comic I bought from Affect3D yesterday and today, which explains my lateness besides living NO FAP. I’m about to reach Day Eleven, and Momokun Cosplay was about to break me. Gamer girls get me Dirty Diana, but may I confess something. Partway through, I covered her face and imagined her Yabbos belonged to Cherry. Yeah, I’m still not writing for Camp NaNoWriMo.

People say games make psychos, some are making me perverted, so Gaming Drives Will Nuts.

I Will Have No Fear

Noticed the Bedroom

Write what you know but if I finally did know I’d probably be so busy “doing IT” that I wouldn’t really want to write it down and if I did it would only be for her maybe. “Noticed the Bedroom”… well I notice her but will she ever notice me?

See Me Here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AzpFa32wJZI

And so why does the poet
put down paper and pen…
It’s her, only her, again
Yet I would dance and sing

Takes a song to be a singer
Was God ever so eager?
That he let his eyes linger
Only she is not my creation

I am only a man, bone and Earth… but to be a sculptor
Then again is there enough left of this heart
Wouldn’t know where to start
The things I would do to her

Would be but the dreams of a painter
Show me… love me like you do
Her dress made a mess but to tell you the truth
An artist cannot rush

For how HARD must it be to love Galatea?
Very hard, and later
while coming down to Earth
maybe even lower
Lips to a kiss but what to do with these fingers
What about this thing?
My love, my heart, you noticed

Copyright © 2015 Second Circle Creations, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.

Inspired By: Yuna… Final Fantasy X [X-2], Lenny Kravitz “Again”, Sir Elton John “Your Song”, Ellie Goulding “Love Me Like You Do” Fifty Shades of Grey Soundtrack, Peter Gabriel “Down to Earth”, and Sia “My Love”