Episode 290 ~Gifts From Will’s Universe~

Some people say I have a gift, one I want the world to open, hell I buy pretty girls books all the time but right now the UNIVERSE is my publisher, and I’ve missed a few deadlines except for Camp NaNoWriMo. Gifts From Will’s Universe

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Episode 290 ~Gifts From Will’s Universe~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Millionaire right now. At least I tell the UNIVERSE every morning in my Spotify playlist “Show Me The Money.” My first sin being that I can’t hold myself to every lesson I have learned. In writing, how many erotic books have there been? W. Anton’s “The Manual” and now “The Secret” by Rhonda Byrne.

The Universe gives us what we ask for and I “HAVE” money. I lost an off day, so I could go into work and make more. Still, it would have been better if I was working on my novel I know. The ideas continue to flow. I find the strength to work on my story until the midnight hour. Keeping up with Camp NaNoWriMo and I give you my word Inspector Echo that I will get it done, whatever it takes. As far as my attitude towards money, there is always enough to go around. One of the many affirmations I tell myself. The truth is positive vibes can be as exhausting as rage, fear, and indeed so much more.

I ask for notoriety, and at the same time, I hide. A coworker did hear my singing today. There was a “fan” on Whisper. Only there’s always my manager (still didn’t have the guts to tell him I hate to be touched). Anyway, why didn’t I stand up at the huddle? To get rid of that mixture of anger and terror, this morning someone or something attempted to sign on to my email. While I’m thinking a list of things I have, I should have a lineup of things that have lost my loyalty. Of course 5-hour ENERGY, my ISP, Day Job, etc. I almost took care of that myself with my book notes I was keeping. If anyone found it, I would be plenty screwed, another gift of time.

One more thing I’m not doing being back on Brainbuddy. Though I’ve slept through most of my meditation and audio exercises this week. I’m still living clean, but I have had a few touch-and-go moments. Mostly in the morning. As far as those notes for the unnamed title, how would I ever be able to explain myself? If anything I shouldn’t have to what business is it of theirs so:


  1. Closed, Clothed And We’re Coming
  2. You Break Her You Fuck
  3. Who Is The Perverted Proprietor?
  4. Bedtime Damsel Without Her Dress

Forgive me Inspector Echo I’m grateful, Gifts From Will’s Universe.

I Will Have No Fear

Episode 283 ~Have A Ball Will~

I hate most sports except for the Olympics and Professional Wrestling; I have a ball watching them for the most part, somehow or another I find the balls to say that out loud because I’m no Handsome Prince. “Have A Ball Will”

Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Episode 283 ~Have A Ball Will~

Forgive Me Echo,
How To Make One Million Dollars? Well, I wouldn’t mind becoming a STUD for Brazzers, Reality Kings, Fetish Network, or Pure Taboo. While I have the balls to say that, I want to be higher than those entities. As for those I’m not ashamed that my balls were ruling my thought process last night. I mean we have the potential of creating life be it the little head or the big head. Our fingers, hell every little step I take. Even in every single breath, I breathe.

Now my second sin for this week is where were my balls when I needed them most. I had to face down two of my managers yesterday. I didn’t have enough of them to tell my “friend” to shut the hell up. Or to tell one more manager how I truly felt. As for having enough. Whether that be my two or the cast I will eventually hire for my Movie Studio, Second Circle Creations. I mentioned before that Math isn’t exactly my strong suit. I’m reminded of a time back in high school, that I was fighting with some kid in French Class. Only the subject got turned to balls, and I said: “at least I have one.” Now that got a laugh and also makes me feel sorry for Trump! WHAT, we all make errors, but I’m not the president. I’m CEO bound.

Keeping in mind corporations have the final jurisdiction in this country. In my eyes, it always comes back to boobs. Either located on the chest, I am one, or I’m figuring out how to get more of both. Yes, I’m pretty selfish I suppose. Still anytime I get a free moment I’m thinking about cash to get this done. Of course, I’m spending even more cash on the cosplayer. I bought her a “bridal outfit.” Talk about high hopes but no. Make money and get her and a dozen other cosplayers to work for me. That’s including one that has a code for Adam and Eve.

Last but not least B always stands for my son B III. Only between my balls, quest for boobs, and balking at the notion of not doing so. I haven’t checked on business. So again being careful what I put out there in the universe, Willie and happy thoughts.

Like Bryant, this blonde from last night’s fantasies. Though more to the hardening point I was writing about Tiernan Hebron in my book. Now that Inspector Echo is my biggest sin (besides Rule 79). My nameless novel is merely a list of sexual fantasies. So for this and all of my sins, I ask forgiveness. For still wanting to work for someone else, letting LUST overtake COURAGE. For going back in time, for making the president human instead of the monster I know he is.

For me being a boob, spending bucks on boobs, and putting business aside for a little while. In exchange for Pinterest boards. Also banging my book; Have A Ball Will.

I Will Have No Fear