Gospel 125 ~A Vote For Will~

I love cash, the cohort of my son and me, and my country, and that’s what I voted for today because if Trump wins… I might get my Walking Dead wish, after all. Anyway, what woman would choose to watch that with me besides my BFF? A Vote For Will

Tuesday, November 3, 2020

Gospel 125 ~A Vote For Will~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and even with all this, as the song goes, I believe that love is the answer. I told people after meeting you, AHEM, “then I saw her face, now I’m a believer. You’ve heard me say, yes, I believe in you and me. Thanks, Whitney Houston. Such are my choices, decisions, my vote. Hell, you’ve heard me with My Dæmon. When I leave with the I’ll be back, and I love you, there’s “make good decisions, always make good decisions. Now I still believe that love isn’t exactly a decision ever.

Ok, not exactly “Forever? Forever ever? Forever ever?” Wow, this is beginning to sound a little more complicated than I meant. No wonder I took a big nap after I got back from voting for Biden and Harris. Um, how about the pit in my stomach seeing an early result? See Baby Girl, love makes people STUPID (shudders). One more reason I love your intelligence so. Wait, let me play that back. It’s like I’m playing Simon here talking to Kaylee. Yes, that’s a “Firefly/Serenity” reference, “I mean to say.” I didn’t choose loving Sci-fi. Now you understand why I’m quiet most of the time. I write and decide everything about my characters. My complete lack of a filter, and my country hopefully. Although I’ll tell anyone who will listen and pardon my French, Fuck Donald Trump. That felt good.

Anyway, Baby Doll, I could give you a million and one reasons as to why I want you, need you, can’t live without you. To think three words can make you forget who you are. Four words, “can’t live without you” SIGH, did I mention my stomach and the terror? However, I want your love, but I want that to be like breathing. Yes, you can choose not to, but I wouldn’t like it, ha-ha. At the same time, I want you to decide to Stay With Me. Not for four years but forever, however long that may be in these trying times of ours. As always, though, I continue to wonder why. It’s not like being a Trump supporter, lost. I don’t want this to be GTA 2 “Dazed and Confused.” While I voted for Biden, I don’t want to be the only available option, only the greater good.

Your fire, the one desire, always A Vote For Will

I Will Have No Fear

Episode 128 ~A Willing Shoulder Please~

As the song goes, put your head on my shoulder, I’m sure plenty of people are doing that tonight, worried about the fate of the country, but I love America, and I’ll love an actual person someday maybe. A Willing Shoulder Please

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Episode 128 ~A Willing Shoulder Please~

Dear Future Wife,
How To Make One Million Dollars, first off I don’t think you ask for it but is it strange to say it’s a gift; I’ve said before I didn’t like how Aloe Blacc sang that love is the prize and while love may require one to Work, Hustle, Kill, heavy the head that wears the crown. That’s one thing I don’t miss, “trying” to figure us out, and yes I’m always ready to quote Master Yoda, but today I find that love can be as easy as finding the left shoulder to lean on in a way.

Yes, I said left maybe because it’s Election Day and I’m hoping I won’t burst into tears… nah never about politics, probably something more stupid but yes my son will cry and show teeth. So you know when he’s an angel he’s at my left sleeping; when playing a devil, little bit stays to my right, you probably remember this when you first came over and even when there’s love, my first born demands it all, so he sits between us. I can also say with great certainty, that my shoulders are comfortable, two people went to sleep, one during church which is understandable, an another during “Revenge Of The Sith” I’m as amazed as you are my love honestly.

You also know I’m not the most positive man and I don’t mean anxiety (this time), no I might play the Devil but when it comes to all of us “We Are Groot” because sometimes all you need is a few words or none. Maybe I’m thinking of the cross we all have to bear, and again life shouldn’t always be like that, I swear Atlas never had it so good, to hold you here on my shoulder. It could be that when you cry, the tears reach my heart or maybe I need a new wardrobe, lipstick is always a better excuse than Kool-Aid, trust me I know love.

I don’t think I’ve ever had a shoulder from someone to lean on I wonder does it make me weird that I want to lie in your lap, if it works for my first born, maybe he takes after me, always finding a new comfy spot, to feel love, or to go to sleep. A new way to find peace and we need a piece of somebody else, and All Of Me, loves all of you now but when this all began all we needed was A Willing Shoulder Please.

I Will Have No Fear