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Chronicle 115 ~Aw Hell Angels, Behave~

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A boot stamping on a human face forever? I’m sure the Shoe Person was wearing sneakers, and the jury is still out when it comes to me being human. A worm, a wuss, worthless. So yeah, you have my work week, but I have an angel. Aw Hell Angels, Behave.

Sunday, October 24, 2021

Chronicle 115 ~Aw Hell Angels, Behave~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, while you still have never hailed a cab. You’ve never sung Hail to the Chief. Seeing Hell?

Like every other week, that would be a yes. In a way, it’s nice to rise from the Ninth Circle and your Treachery to be somewhat in the Fifth. As Drake says, “I got enemies, got a lot of enemies. Got a lot of people tryna drain me of my energy.” Right now, you’re alone. That’s what’s so fucked up about this. Fucking Day Job. You should watch your language; Braxton is listening, but we’ll get to that. The two things you’re more concerned about in the land of the living is one, “I got girls in real life tryna fuck up my day.” Flooring. Dammit, why can’t you let that go already? Well, I didn’t. Two is yourself, looking at these Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Finishing Reading Kama Sutra Sex Guide for Couples, Samantha Mandala
    Completed
  2. I AM Finishing Gathering, My Braxton’s Albums
    Partial
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published SIGH
    Failed
  4. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 001 No Fap)
  5. I WILL Work On Getting My Tattoo Of B III
    Failed
  6. I WILL Be The Man My Son Thinks I Am
    Failed

“It’s too cold outside, For angels to fly.” That’s why everyone is stepping on you this week, or they will be. The Shoe Manager is no fucking angel. Language! The supervisor, the manager, there is no one. The Bible says something about finding righteous people. Now let’s be clear, this isn’t your PRIDE speaking. Without a doubt, you’re going to… “You’re in Hell, this is Hell now, you’re in Hell.’ Yeah, paraphrasing Dot Allison’s “Colour Me.” That has been another earworm of mine, and I’m glad you found it. One less thing to worry about, congratulations. How long has your wrath relented? All good things. Nothing has been good, to be honest. You realize why Republicans adore forgetfulness, fury, and fucking Stupidity. Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Finishing Reading Dystopian Girls 2
  2. I AM Finishing Gathering, My Braxton’s Albums
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published SIGH
  4. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  5. I WILL Work On Getting My Tattoo Of B III
  6. I WILL Be The Man My Son Thinks I Am

You should add having Braxton back or getting another fur-baby to the list. The only thing that got me through this week of humiliations galore is Routine. Braxton is dead. The pain to trump all other hurts, humiliations, and you’re hoping horniness. To be a monk again. It wasn’t trying to get into Heaven but instead your punishment, like sleep. I didn’t buy stairs for Braxton, and he learned how to fly. He’s flying now. When I didn’t want to walk, I brought food home, so B III wanted to eat. He’s dying; you’re sleeping. I don’t have any advice for you but to ask Braxton for courage instead of your condemnation. Want to know if God exists? For Braxton, Women, Aw Hell Angels, Behave.

If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—for ever.
― George Orwell, 1984

266 Days Without B III

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Chronicle 108 ~Listen To That B~

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When B was here, he’d Boss me around. My second Best Friend doesn’t, but I do listen to her. And then there are so many boobs, in particular, Blaze because I’ve been hearing the Streets of Rage 2 Boss Fight Music since Thurs. C’mon, Listen To That B.

Sunday, October 17, 2021

Chronicle 108 ~Listen To That B~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, so when are you going to start listening to me. I say too much, not enough, whatever.

Yeah, that’s right, you can say “whatever.” It stills boils the blood when you think about the ASM. Or chills it considering you were scared to death this morning. You didn’t even know what day it was. Talk about tired. All you want to do is sleep. Can’t blame you. Life should come with Boss Music, so you know what you’re getting into. I know you have been waiting to get that one off your chest, SIGH. For days I’ve had an earworm of “Never Return Alive” from Streets of Rage 2. It fits well with Gi-hun and Sang-woo. Squid Game’s final Boss Battle. I watched that; the day I got promoted, and now you have to deal with it. That and Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Finishing Reading Dystopian Girls (1)
    Completed
  2. I AM Finishing Gathering, My Braxton’s Albums
    Partial
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published SIGH
    Failed
  4. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 001 No Fap)
  5. I WILL Work On Getting My Tattoo Of B III
    Failed
  6. I WILL Be The Man My Son Thinks I Am
    Failed

As always, I owe you an apology and my condolences. Only you don’t want to hear them ever. Doesn’t do you any good, and by this time next week, you’ll do the same. Sundays suck. I could offer you some relief in the form of Blaze Fielding. Um, Streets of Rage 2; proof in some way that the past was not a complete shit-show. Close, very near, but not complete. Better I am silent, though as you were. I swear you were up by 7:00 AM and didn’t make it one hour before you fell to exhaustion. The horrors of today but then, tomorrow, tomorrow. You don’t want to hear about it. Braxton’s barking was much better with you sitting here with Six Impossible Things.

  1. I AM Finishing Reading Kama Sutra Sex Guide for Couples, Samantha Mandala
  2. I AM Finishing Gathering, My Braxton’s Albums
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published SIGH
  4. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  5. I WILL Work On Getting My Tattoo Of B III
  6. I WILL Be The Man My Son Thinks I Am

Want to hear about the money you’ll be making now? Should you endure and survive? What about the crunch of an alarm clock if you decided to do something extraordinary? Lying to yourself, for it won’t be fantastic, and you’re not getting up anytime soon. Braxton isn’t here, and he gave the best motivational speeches. Will you listen on Spotify? Hell, you should be listening to a hammer driving in nails for Braxton’s pictures, correct? Yeah, if anything, friend, you want to drift into the oblivion of Squid Game Reactions. Perhaps you should try out your new Boss rank right now and get your bitch ass up? Only it’s cold, and that is only a sign of Fall and your Treachery. Listen To That B

259 Days Without B III

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Gospel 150 ~Will Makes It Possible~

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I should just work through the night. Hell, I could get back to using energy drinks and be sick for a week, but at least I’ll be done. You know that saying, “where there’s a will, there’s a way.” “Will Makes It Possible,”

Saturday, November 28, 2020

Gospel 150 ~Will Makes It Possible~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but right now, I feel anything but. Here and Now… no, I don’t promise to love faithfully as the song goes. Hell, I abandoned you for years, and I’m still sorry about that. Anyway, I feel like David from The Fifth Element. I’m looking at the stone, which is my story. Not to mention another rock here or there. Okay, what I’m trying to say is AHEM, we’re not going to make it. I need 2000 plus words to finish on the 30th. Where am I now? I slept today away. I could give up plenty.

No, I don’t want to fail NaNoWriMo. What I mean is reading, an online game. I haven’t even looked at The Walking Dead game forever. You know I like Eric Vall, but it was a fight to stay woke. My other joy, I won’t mention but again, Six Impossible Things. Don’t you dare compare me to Trump; I take responsibility for my actions. Did I mention that my BFF, or should I say my 2nd BFF is in town? Um, my Dæmon has been a trooper today resting with his old man’s lazybones. Now, this week sucked ass, yep. So anyway, Indiana Gone and her hubby want to go to lunch. “Must Ee Nice” to be married a year; another song. Not like I’m getting any closer. I won’t lie; I’m scared to death to even say something to a woman now. Am I shy? I was holding my tongue at the Day Job, thankfully.

I’m forgetting so much, Lady Lu. Do you remember when I told you I’m watching an artist? I have no clue who it was, and I haven’t checked my money situation in ages. Everything has been either about NaNoWriMo or going to bed. Where do you think I’m typing from? Tonight though, I am trying. I’ll talk to you until 9:00 PM, and then come hell or high water, I’ll go have my Thanksgiving leftovers. Once again, Lady Lu, I will not lie to NaNoWriMo again. Either I make it, or I don’t. If I don’t, I won’t be buying another NaNoWriMo T-Shirt. Yes, I said purchase, but it’s like I wouldn’t deserve it if I fail. Tomorrow is lunch and of course TWD spinoffs, which I won’t miss ever.

I need that motivation in writing. Will Makes It Possible

I Will Have No Fear

Log 334 ~Will The Track Star~

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Didn’t I say don’t ask me about the Day Job? I asked the question, what would happen if I stood up? The answer, have a Panic Attack and run out the door. Is that what I’m calling it now, thank you WebMD because it beats cowardice. Will The Track Star

Saturday, May 30, 2020

Log 334 ~Will The Track Star~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but how much is Usain Bolt making? I suppose I chose the right profession if I became the next J.K. Rowling snickers. How about E.L. James, Stephen King, Tillie Cole, or my latest “obsession” Eric Vall? Well, did I even write to Lady Sophia all that happened at the Day Job on Tuesday? Let’s see if I can DUMB it down. On Tuesday the 26th, I asked the General Manager what I should do? She told me to process Amazon Returns. Ten minutes later, I had a Panic Attack and left.

What did we say about checking WebMD? Hell, what did we decide on making excuses? The biggest question is, what am I going to do with my life? As the song goes, I can’t live my life this way. What, in fear, am I afraid? How come I’m scared so GODDAM ALWAYS! Pardon the language Lady Luna, but this isn’t like The Eve of a Cherry. Not like I kept track of all the F-Bombs in that. Speaking of which, it’s Cherry’s Birthday on the 28th. Only did I mention her in any conversations before this one. Happy Birthday, Cherry. There’s so much to keep track of, My Lady. That’s how I was feeling Tuesday. My emotions were shot to Hell besides my fear and my anger. It was like being back in school, and the two bullies have my cap throwing it between them. Yeah, so I like hoodies.

So how do I feel right now? Why don’t you tell me, Lady Luna, how one schedules a mental breakdown? Do I talk about today, being Wednesday? The rest of the week, or what should be Saturday? Now my stomach’s in knots, the week hopefully employed, Saturday angry. No wonder I’m so tired? During the day, I’m running, from my father, from the Day Job, and even my bed. Of course, I’m sitting here right now talking to you. You could say I’m living the dream, beautiful girl in my bed, conversation, a good song. Dreaming… I have to fill my head with everything from well all the above. Money, writers I’ve read, excuses, music, Jeff Daniels, birthdays, Bobby Hill, more. I track everything because, in my real life, we’re just Dancing In The Dark.

Or running my Lady Luna, wouldn’t you say. Tired, Scared of Will The Track Star.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 327 ~A Will Too Far~

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Last week I said I’m no good without a nap, and this week, I’m still angry, horny, and please don’t ask me about the Day Job, yeah I torture myself enough with that, and if I ever stood up? A Will Too Far.

Saturday, May 23, 2020

Log 327 ~A Will Too Far~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and some people would say that’s way too much. There’s no such thing as too much money, which is why MY country is the way it is. Now I don’t want to get super political with you. It seems that my nap didn’t help, but does it ever? What I’m getting at is, I have such grand dreams (when I’m not sleeping). Considering what I want to do with MY life, I take heat for the smallest things. So since I won’t give you the speech to my boss, let’s go over a few other things.

Yes, I still hate being a liar, but let’s start with my Day Job. AHEM I did not survive this “poop” to be treated like I’m stupid. I might yell at the next huddle at the lot of them. Hell, if it hadn’t been for that one lady asking about my kid, I would say, I hate all of them. So what about my kid? I know he must be sick of his old man spending all his time writing. I still love him like pancakes, but here he is sleeping, knowing it counts as quality time. He loves his walks and wishes they were longer. I hear him often enough. Now that explains why I got the worst night’s sleep. I swear my bed at this point might as well be a trash heap. A fly was making the rounds all night buzzing. I thought there was a beehive above me. Wouldn’t that be awesome, and no “honey” to show for it, makes sense.

Now on women, today’s the first day of NO FAP, again. 1 day, 5 hr, 14 min, 30 sec to be precise. I saw Lisa Peachy right after napping, so I hopped out of bed. There are reasons I can’t do Brainbuddy or Covenant Eyes. My wheelhouse, my writing, their writing. Lady Luna too much information, am I right? Nobody knows me, though, and the ones that ask. Well, they stop talking to me. Even here, I put up a Spotify link, but as the song goes, I gotta enemies. It’s like I’m behind bars in one sense or another. I’m trying to keep the Beast in, keep the Boy out, and end up being a Bastard, pardon my French.

Freedom Lady Lu, now that is A Will Too Far.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 320 ~The “Way Out” Will~

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I and no good without my nap, but I have worse crimes, of course, and here I am plotting some sort of way out, or at least I hope so. How much is it going to cost me though $45 or more, hmm? The “Way Out” Will.

Saturday, May 16, 2020

Log 320 ~The “Way Out” Will~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but how? Now you know how I hate sounding like the President. There are plenty of ways I would like this period in history to end though I lack the “liberty” to share them. Besides, we should talk about me and How’s It Going To End?

Should we talk about Thursday, seeing as how it’s Wednesday now? You’re seeing this as Saturday, though. The wonders of Time-Travel. Chances are I ain’t no fortunate son. Yeah, still at the Day Job and next week; there’s no end looks like. When’s the last time I finished a video game? Far Cry 5, NOPE, Heavy Rain, negative, Call me a Legend, are you serious with my little virtual harem? I know Lady Luna, but what was I doing in the shower? I see all my secrets coming to light, losing the social life that I do have, or being oh so sorry. Again there might not be an end, only repeating everything over and over. I’m sorry if I sound down, but this is what happens when I don’t get my afternoon nap. You know I still hate waking up early, and for what?

If there is an end, I hope it’s not like my books, me breaking, or a bunch of lost bucks. The emptiness Lady Luna, that’s the only way I can describe it. It feels so good, but then there’s only okay, and what do I have to show for it. 50,000 words, a clear mind for a few hours, or making some pretty girl happy. That’s what I have been sitting here contemplating. $45 to become a Patron. I only now got the Day Job back, and today I want to spend money, quick escape.

No Lady Lu, I’m talking to you because as the song goes, I’m Gonna Be Somebody. Funny, I use the song from Police Academy, and how often do I break the law? Yeah, I’m not behind bars… been there done that when I was in juvenile detention. It’s not like Coronavirus (COVID-19) did a number on me. Other than a bunch of new rules, and yes, I’m still mad at Academy Sports + Outdoors. I don’t let go of anything, right? My way out is with Bucks, Babes, and let’s say Biology for now, hmm?

So how to obtain those things, The “Way Out” Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 313 ~Will The New World~

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Well, last week I asked what I do for money, and now sometime soon it will be back to the Day Job, I suppose. Indeed I finished one book and was working on a long-overdue poetry compilation. Will The New World?

Saturday, May 9, 2020

Log 313 ~Will The New World~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I should be all into the. Brand New, as the song goes. Lady Lu, as per usual, I speak to you two days from the past. Time travel can be quite finicky, so if I told you I would find myself here? I’m a man having a panic attack, exhausted, well hell, isn’t that every day? Today though, I have received my marching orders to return to the world. Only the place I knew wasn’t so great. The land that awaits me, I’m not looking forward to. For now, I can’t see the aftermath, but there are other worlds.

“Only a man unable to handle the actual world would create another one in which to hide.”
― Andrew Davidson

I’m not suicidal, but at this moment, I want to return to the blackness of sleep. It’s no secret that I’m lazy above everything Lady Luna. Look, you’re my first girl, my favorite… my light in the dark, closest to where I want to be. In the night, not having to face the new day. Only when I find myself thrown into the world, I build new ones. One more reason that I’m a writer. I need somewhere to go, but then it’s like something out of The Handmaid’s Tale. My worlds are never “Better” for everyone, especially women, but I’m not in the mood today. I don’t wish to be one of these STUPID people comparing having a Day Job to some worse part of history. Still, I feel like I am doomed to repeat it as soon as I leave this “warm” bed.

“Better never means better for everyone… It always means worse, for some.”
― Margaret Atwood

I say it like that because I’m not sure if it’s the weather or my blood running cold. Fear freezes me, and there’s another F-Word that heats me right up. I’m not angry, though, and the other feeling I’m avoiding like the plague all around us. Coronavirus (COVID-19) hasn’t given me the world I imagined, as if I could handle it. Again I’m sitting here in bed trying not to think how good I had it and all the work I could have gotten done. Now I sound like Trump wasting my time. I don’t believe I will have the luxury of losing myself to the music or some audiobook. If I call upon the future, it will always be for My Dæmon’s continued health and the world I wish to build for him.

Today though (Thursday), is this normal or Will The New World…

I Will Have No Fear

Log 151 ~Will’s Story Later On~

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I want to tell you I got a solid eight hours of sleep if anything I want to start reading again and recounting what I learned at night, instead of going over old stories, and what about my life story? “Will’s Story Later On.”

Friday, November 29, 2019

Log 151 ~Will’s Story Later On~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now and a liar, I suppose. Today I’m not sure how many I told from being out of a particular product. How about that someone else will pick up a bunch of Barbie dolls. It could be the smile I had to wear. Never mind the one on feeling any better. Now Lady Sophia, I am a fiction writer, well not today, story over and done with yesterday. I should still sign in with NaNoWriMo, I owe them a lot, making it.

Bills are only stories of the people you owe. Don’t ask me where that came from Lady Sophia. I’ve said this before, but I still NEED to get Indiana Gone a Birthday gift and one for her Wedding. Money is the story of things you did. Well, that explains how little I’m paid or not at all. There’s also the fact that I’m not that proud of those things. My life to this point is, if anything, one long list of bad reviews. So you ask me can I do better and I spend one month attempting that. M Anime asked me to tell her the story about Indiana Gone’s Wedding. I couldn’t even share that story of love or my “COURAGE.” Still, I have plans to be that father who reads stories to his kids at night. Besides telling My Dæmon, I love him every time I leave the house; I can’t even say Good Morning to my “Pancake.”

What stories can I tell you then? Last year it was the ant invasion, this year it’s my ear being stopped up. It could be that my leg hurts as the Dæmon is sleeping on it still. I wasted the whole day napping because Black Friday sucks, and no, I wasn’t shopping. Like Carol from The Walking Dead, dealing with younglings is not my forte. Keeping track though I finished a 50,000-word book, neither is staying on task. I’m still watching TWD Reactions. I’m thinking about being “corrected” by Fandom Spotlite, aka The Governor. Do you know what I wished for this day? I wanted to start writing up bios, starting with the scientist from The “Wrist” Of Playing Chrono. Oh yeah, that’s another reminder that somebody tried to friend me on Facebook for my writing. But, I’ve lost followers.

Of course, that’s another story or Will’s Story Later On.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 144 ~How Will Tucks Tale~

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You know when I was a child I liked “Reading Rainbow,” I named one of my grandma’s dogs Wishbone, I still watch A Christmas Story every year, and I could go on, but what am I reading nowadays and writing? How Will Tucks Tale?

Friday, November 22, 2019

Log 144 ~How Will Tucks Tale~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but that doesn’t mean I’m out of stories. You know I could have a few trillion in the bank if anything I want to look up even higher numbers. Only tonight, I have been looking more Greek mythology and Hollywood cinema. I wonder, would it be wrong to mention Raze (2013)? You know I still want to make movies one day, what type, however, is quite debatable. None I can tell you about, of course. There are so many stories I can’t share these days ever.

It seems that Day Job doesn’t want that Lady Sophia. Now it’s not what you think. I’m trying to finish The “Wrist” Of Playing Chrono, but you see what time it is right now. I barely took in any wrestling trying to stay awake. How about being a good friend, how long have I left M Anime hanging, and at least someone would read my texts. I’m looking at around 43,690 words for my novel. If I pushed it this weekend, I could finish. Still, I would rather watch wrestling. I like TWD. What about the deepest time-suck in my life? I swear I don’t mean anything by that SIGH (Ned Flanders Voice) “Got to be nice.” Did I mention that my little dæmon is bored out of his mind, waiting for his dad to finish chatting? I’ve completed NaNoWriMo twice, not counting the months of Camp NaNoWriMo as well.

A&W was sharing a story with me about some guy, and well, okay, that’s better left unsaid. It’s like I’m sleepwalking, and when I do find sleep, the stories I come up with Lady Sophia. I still haven’t picked up a book in ages, and while I’m at the Day Job, I say I’ll do better. It was all motivational talk today; okay confession I did listen to some TWD reactions as well. You know I only wish my story over this week was, not enough sleep, Day Job, food coma, repeat. If you want some gratitude, I have paid off my Grammarly bill so I can keep writing nonsense right. Well, more like incoherent, I suppose because I want to be all proper. I shared a laugh with Cherry over her name and her parents being hoity-toity. One more movie I miss is Newsies.

Instead, life is running me and How Will Tucks Tale.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 140 ~She Loves You Not Title~

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I’m a BOSS, well not yet, I’m an author, not that either, a family man, well does my dog count and the occasional call from my mother when I “mess up” and as far as anyone else? She Loves You Not Title, but what am I now

Monday, November 18, 2019

Log 140 ~She Loves You Not Title~

Hundred And Eleventh Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but that shouldn’t matter, right? You know I’m not a prince, I could see myself shouting I’m King Of The World though. Between you and me, I know I’ll never be president. One of my motivations says, work hard, play hard, stay humble. When I get married, I still plan on dancing to that song, Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd. Now with all this out there, today I’m Will, and I’m still learning how that’s enough, it has to be Madam Justice.

You know every Sunday I say I’m going to be a better father but am I? My dæmon is eating, he’s warm and comfy, and takes his meds. Okay, so my father would throw money at his family, does that make him the “man of the year?” When it comes to my mom, I don’t have a clue what she thinks about me these days. It could be that I’m not much of a man because of Rockford. Sooner or later, I’ll finally write down the whole story of Indiana Gone’s wedding, not tonight, though. Yeah, momma, look at me, my significant accomplishments this evening? I wrote 1,200 words for the novel, I got Alpha in TWD, and I didn’t get fired. Speaking of which do you remember some time ago, I told you or one of the girls about Chris Pratt and Passengers. SIGH as the song goes, that’s how you know you messed up, still being somewhat polite.

Am I explaining what this has to do with today’s rule, if anything, honestly? I can be a lot of things to a particular woman, but one I refuse to be is a clown. Strange that I still buy into that quote from Marilyn Monroe about making a woman laugh. Look, I’ll even go the whole gold digger route because you know I want my money. Still, I said I was leaving that girl alone, and bam there is today. Yes, excuse me for always assuming the worst of people, and the jury is still out. I only wish I could be sure about people, but I’m not even sure about my kid. Women love illusion, but if you recall when I was a kid, I wanted to be a comedian. Is a girl laughing at my truths or at the joke I may portray?

She Loves You Not Title.

I Will Have No Fear