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Episode 306 ~Capes Are Overrated Will~

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Nobody plans on being a hero so how does one plan on writing one; I don’t have that gift but there are plenty of others, and then there’s always Amazon, but I’ve been n the wrong department for some time. Capes Are Overrated Will

Episode 306 ~Capes Are Overrated Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Millionaire right now, and as my daily motivations and affirmations go, money is a form of energy. So while I’ll never claim to be a scientist, well not since school. Energy is neither created nor destroyed just transferred. Sorry, my former geek vibe days.

Lady Sophia these are trying times for geeks and other fandoms. You might think I would be happier (I am grateful, positive vibes). What I mean is Star Wars Day is tomorrow. Avengers: Endgame was the conclusion of several storylines. I got to see Arya Stark’s sideboob. Now isn’t that what it always comes back to with me. One reason B III is my only guy friend. Still, he’s naked all the time except wanting to buy him bandannas. That’s more clothes than I buy most girls on any day. I purchased “Indiana Gone” a dress once. Only my life’s work s more to the point of getting women out of their clothes. Hence my novels and why I don’t write heroines at all.

Okay so that sounds bad, but as always I could do worse seeing as how I’m just getting started now. A tent in my pants and all I should be working on my novel. How about looking over the books. I could write about surviving addiction, nearly thirty days now NO FAP. As a writer, if you’re not doing your due diligence, you should be reading. Well other than Triple B’s prescriptions. Amazon Wish List, bill collectors, and long overdue emails. So it’s time to get back to some erotica which isn’t helping with Brainbuddy. Again I’m no hero; I’m a strange man to a lot. Hell Luke Cage doesn’t wear a cape. I don’t think so, never watched that story.

The thing is I don’t want to write that or even live that. My novel, if it were a love story, would be about how far I could fall. How fast can an angel catch me before? Would a girl follow me down, or could she resurrect me? I dole out wings, costumes, PhDs but never capes? If I write about criminals, well my character shot a woman in the shoulder. I left it to his dad to be her killer. An alter ego to burn villain and victims alike. Still, I can’t help liking such pretty wrapping. Book covers, lingerie, “dollar dollar bill, y’all” but Capes Are Overrated Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Episode 271 ~Self-Harm, Write A Will~

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As Johnny Cash sang “I hurt myself today.” I’m not attempting to feel; if anything I am only to0 lazy to get out of the way of everything that’s hurting me and I find even cheaper ways to. “Self-Harm, Write A Will” how many have I done

Friday, March 29, 2019

Episode 271 ~Self-Harm, Write A Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
How To Make One Million Dollars, they’ve already created Band-Aids, Beer. Somebody racked their Brain mass for Twitter. Only for Trump to use it the way he does. No Lady Sophia I’m not about to get political, what good would it do?

First off I’m not that STUPID. Wait am I, leaving my bag at the Day Job unattended for a few minutes. Of course, my mind has written the worst case scenario, a million times over. Still, the only person reading it is me. My left wrist, all day, I pinched, I snapped, I stung. I am reminding myself not to be STUPID. While I only became even more so. Tell me this what’s the correlation if any between depression and RAGE. Is it part of being Bipolar. It’s one more reason I write. The general manager said I say that the whole world is against me. So I create a world full of people in stories. All so I can do the most horrible things. I can kill them one after the other ending up Alone Again, naturally, The End.

Only it never is, is it, I don’t edit. Grammarly and Hemingway, are seas of color. Looking over my recent blogs, I don’t recognize myself anymore. Lady Sophia, at the same damn time I do. Allow me to dive into my fandoms once again. I might as well be a head on a stick in TWD. I need a golden pair of scissors and a red jumpsuit like in Jordan Peele’s “US.” So I can cut up this crap. Is that why I’m hurting myself? It’s only a rubber band, but I can’t stay awake. My eyes are a bloodshot red SNAP. Look up, POP, lift your feet PINCH. On and on but the RAGE Lady Sophia. So much, all at me, the man my “father” made me in existence. I’m STUPID no matter what.

My words might as well be, a sea of white in the shower though I’m abstaining now. Hasn’t even been a week yet, like those times I went without eating. I’m making room for more pain that I deserve. I ask myself WHY; I’m not suicidal or more like I’m lazy about the fact. Which again makes me STUPID. That’s my new word Lady Sophia, an oldie but a goodie. I suppose “skeevy” well who knows I may have lost one more friend today. Math is one of those things that did the most harm to me. My writing is the only way I can harm others. Torture for us all, but numbers? I know how many friends I lose, money, time, how many words for a new NaNoWriMo shirt. And this is how I hurt myself every day my great Self-Harm, Write A Will.

I Will Have No Fear