Episode 211 ~What Makes You Go Ahh~

Probably wasn’t a good idea to write this in bed but how I wish it was Thursday or maybe I want to warm myself up considering what the weather is reporting; hell I’ll feel awesome if everything does close down for a minute. What Makes You Go Ahh

Monday, January 21, 2019

Episode 211 ~What Makes You Go Ahh~

Sixty-Ninth Rule Madam Justice

How To Make One Million Dollars, even with all my yawning, I should get to work, and so I have but of course, that was for somebody else, someone I have never met before; who else I haven’t met, the man who goes EUREKA, does EVIL, or shares his EROTICISMS.

If I’m going to sleep I should at least wake up with good ideas right, hell I’m still thinking about that dream I had a couple of weeks back and how they always relate to work, and I didn’t like how the General Manager was looking at me today. No not like that Madam Justice but you know how the idea of losing my job frightens me, though even when I lost my job as a “red shirt” I’m ashamed to admit it was more whimper and less bang because what else do we do in the face of horror? I never chose to become a writer, that was as natural as breathing but as for a million-dollar idea, well considering I’m still looking for that million dollars, for now, I’ll move on Madam Justice.

Keep moving wouldn’t you say, besides not having the brains, if only back then I was as into zombies as I am now… couldn’t say I ever thought about becoming a doctor but creating some wickedly devilish virus; there’s always a doctor in my novels. Maybe this counts as a eureka and evil thought, along with being a reason I’m a writer because words can be infectious and the mind is stronger than the body; getting into someone’s head, being the catalyst that drives anyone to do something is power.

It is an awesome feeling to know you are about to change someone’s life forever.
Tomorrow, When the War Began

These words Madam Justice, haven’t I said that all the erotic stories that I’ve read are products of women. There are the exceptions of “Begging For It” by Todd Michaels and also Sex Zombies by S Wolf and I’m sure there are others, but my point is the words, I’m a fan of one blog, not because of the pictures but the comments that come after. Now I’ve never been one for catcalling, and I’m sure it confuses women when I can call them divine one minute but have them saying “I’m your little whore” again thank you Exploited College Girls. Should I be praising Shailene Woodley, Jennifer Lawrence, indeed so many girls that I don’t know if they are brunettes or blondes, and again the things I would typically say in such a moment of ecstasy, but I’m strong.

Things That Make You Go Hmmm; I could use more of those or maybe not with my paranoia, pains, and of course penis because the stuff on my mind who, what, but when, comes usually is in bed or the shower. Those are the two places where I truly realize what I want out of life because at the day job it’s almost a constant chant of, “If I Had A Million Dollars” to live, What Makes You Go Ahh.

I Will Have No Fear

The Air of a Gentlemen

Always reaching, can I keep my feet on the ground for once, someone once said, don’t try to be a great man, just be a man. “The Air of a Gentlemen” I wish I was a little bit taller if only that is all it took these days.

But wherever in the world
does he come from, the hero,
with cape ready and unfurled
because Fierros
don’t save lives
or open a lady’s… eyes.
No, he has returned

Return of the Mack heard,
along with his wish that everybody wants to go to Heaven
she observed
being the angel that beckons
him to take her to a gangsta’s paradise
crying out “I’m alive”
because nobody wants to die when pretty pearls

still, lie undiscovered and the netherworld
can wait
while this gentleman, curled
up so close to God, says “you made a mistake”.
Operating on those they would make divine.
Such a man finds
that while the world does twirl

some rocket man almost hurls
but she didn’t see the meltdown.
How he uncurls
himself from Armageddon, the Apocalypse, the world goes around
though always on alarm,
she has no place but his arms
as though this is Westworld.

A machine and not biology this girl
falls like autumn leaves
perhaps like a thousand words
that the writer has yet to believe.
Maybe like any other,
he might learn to fly as the Wright Brothers
with the air of a gentlemen and reach her

Copyright © 2017, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.

Lesson 024 ~Gotta Fight’em, Gotta Fight’em~

Am I bugging you yet… looks like I’m king of the ant hill for now and if it was only that, I’d still be freaking out or more like bugging out but it isn’t the end of the world. “Gotta Fight’em, Gotta Fight’em”, true enough though

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Lesson 024 ~Gotta Fight’em, Gotta Fight’em~

Hey Lu,
Get ready for some mundane chatter until more gainful opportunities arise… I suppose today beat sitting on my ass all day am I right? Amongst those, watching paint dry, training at work, and killing bugs or trying to at least, not getting easier.

I’m starting to feel like Hank Hill in “King of the Ant Hill”, can I mention again that I don’t hate these things… necessarily but give it time, there’s no statute of limitations on my anger as you well know. When I came back to the house I swear I had my Dorian Newberry moment, I know I’m still looking for a male role model, considering the man I am. Anyway here I am having made up wars with real enemies but I can’t hold my own territory, sad really.

“I tell you, Worf, war is much more fun when you’re winning!” Sons and Daughters

Speaking of the valiant bug war, Braxton is still on the losing side, yeah I should just go ahead and either take the hit or the shame, nice that I used a Klingon quote because somebody always ends up bleeding, why I detest ants, I hate ticks and fleas, spawn of Hell no doubt. Sort of explains me too though I have been called a lot worse, that’s if I’m even called at all, and I do have something to say about that. Braxton and I have been at odds for a few days now and I have to deal with it sooner or later but a twist of anxiety.

It doesn’t matter though right, he’s my responsibility, hell he’s my son and he needs me but he’s as stubborn as his old man, please don’t ever let me become my father. Don’t ever let me become the person that “they” want me to be and besides these pests both bug and human, I’m fighting.

“I have only one rule. Everybody fights, no one quits. If you don’t do your job, I’ll kill you myself!” Jean Rasczak, Starship Troopers (1997)

It bugs me when people try to be inspirational Lady Lu, the store manager tried that today… it was more to the point of walking out with a smile on your face and implementing his strategies so I don’t get fired. When I write I can’t say inspiration has ever been in the cards… okay, truth be told I do want certain actions but I won’t get anyone to follow me which doesn’t look well on a dominant. I’ve already said I see people as pests, most people, bringing chaos to my ordered universe but I bet pests of all species see me the same.

Is that the reason I’m always on the run, sadly I noticed this when I was only a child, being a spider only looks good if you’re Spiderman or more to the point the girl on his arm. I’m not scared of bugs for the most part, now women… seriously I think I have enough to say I’m not but those were luck, from a spider to a mosquito, I don’t think I can call that an upgrade at all.

Am I starting to sound like one of those buggy kids because here’s another bug relation, gnats, that’s how it feels in my head sometimes, I can’t see, I can’t hear, I can only run and keep running and they just keep coming so what do I resort to my friend, what poisons do I have on me? What chance does a “man” have in this world, maybe you can see why I rather stay indoors, people walking around like they’re lions, tigers, and bears but their bugs, in truth what do I have to fear, being an open wound?

Isn’t that another reason I have you, Luna, I bleed it all out here and then I can close myself off, I can protect myself but that’s just it, I’m still not doing that fully.

Why not just let my dog bite my hand so I can stop the tick that’s biting him, there seems to be no respite in this mad season; did it again didn’t I, always remembering the incident. Yesterday it looks like somebody didn’t forget about me, I heard from “okay”, I’m being invaded on all fronts Luna, without and within.

Still fighting the war outside and losing but do I miss those days when there nowhere else to go, one day I might just take off. Easier said than done, I haven’t been reading much or sleeping much, and before I can take “Indiana” (yeah I’m going Zombieland with her name) to the movies I have to deal with Braxton. Hiding in fantasy isn’t what I need right now is it but I’ve been lost in my new obsession “Saints Row” for days on end.

Some of my viewing habits are like going to the zoo while others are becoming annoying and yet I let them bite me over and over, nobody goes to Hooters for wings, no one goes to a strip club for the DJ, and who goes to the zoo to watch the flies? At the end of the day, we need the bees don’t we, and I’m sure other bugs have their purpose, other pests have their purpose but not Ticks, you know how I feel there. The good news is I’m only bugging you with my problems as of late, though I let things slip to Indiana and Okay from time to time I guess.

So what have we learned today other than I got the bug, call it whatever you like, anxiety, writer’s block, fever? If only a doctor could cure what ails me as easily as the vet could fix Braxton if it comes to that and soon.