Sorry, this should be Lady Sophia’s wheelhouse, but work calls or maybe it’s y stomach, starving artist, plenty of money but I don’t want to leave until I work out this story and most Drive-Thur places think I’m a girl. “Will To The Choir.”
Last week I talked about running around, but that was the wrong word, I should be rising, and I thought maybe I am still a boy, but I get beat down so much it’s like I can’t even write about being human — time To Grow Up
From running around the city, to feel like I’m back in school and all, with the backpacks and a ton of shoes and all the math involved and one, is a lonely number, but two sure knows how to torture and a million geez. Will To Count On.
One more week down, I only worked three days but between shuffling B III between the Vet and back home so I could go shopping, from buying Chinese “everything” to stopping at Taco Bell am I carrying the world or traveling. Backbreaking Escape Of Will
What a difference a week makes, last time I was all set for one word “CONGRATULATIONS” despite everything and this one, three little words, not what you think, and that’s a warning if you want to continue. “The Devil’s Innocent Will” but me
Now I have two heads that hurt, well one I should ignore if I stop gazing at pretty girls. Still, not counting it as porn, Pinterest, Instagram, Twitter, some fond memories on Messenger (drools). “The Book Of Will,” well I’m selling my soul
Now I know why I lounge around in bed all day and why they called Daria “The Misery Chick” thinking hurts and most people have nothing but small talk, the big question that rests on my shoulders though. “Ow Went Will’s Head.”
Sometimes it’s as if I’m Link from The Legend Of Zelda, jumping from chest to chest but at least he gets something for his trouble and has all the time in the world to figure it out; I have THREE MONTHS. Willing Open Treasure Chest, or Pandora’s Box.
Usually, I’m a friend to the Earth but I’m more worried about two other blue balls, and it all started with me not wanting to get out of bed in the morning and reading “Breaking Beth” by Jennifer Bene, for more innocent days. “Five More Minutes Will”
Money over everything I heard in a song but first that starts with printing some books however the only sheets I seem to be interested in are the ones in my bed and what does that say about me. A Million Dollar Will