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If I didn’t say it today, three months but I believe I can have the money by June 30th, hell I still remember when I was banking on PCH to come here, and they did, and another person won. Which Red Witch Will, I have choices a thousand, shout praises
Three months to go again last year I gave myself the time to make a million dollars and how was I going to do that, write a book, hell I have several but also 99 Problems, and that’s not an excuse but where did the time go? “Will You Come Early”
Indiana Gone says often enough, “Get Your S*IT Together” well not to me, but when it comes to what I write and read, well last week, I talked about being sick but not that kind of illness and considering Alabama, hell I’m delightful. What The S Will.
They say the proof is always in the pudding, trust me when I say that is not what was coming out of my son when I returned to the house, I’m glad that mess is out of his system though but what about the contents of me. Contents May Explode Will.
Why so down on myself today, a failure at most things in my life but then the ball of fluff has turned fourteen, as the priest exclaimed art thou happy or as Michelle Branch sang, are you happy now, the odds of seeing her boobs? Will, Nope, B’s Daddy
I use my phone for everything but calls, and when it does ring, it’s always bad news and when I have to call… well, I can’t say I’m any different, but there’s still tomorrow isn’t there but if I could call someone? Will Call You Later.
All it takes to motivate me, sleep, sex, or a speech and that also explains why I’m not writing, and at this rate, I’ll never make it to forty but then what’s my age again… does it matter to the man in the mirror? Forty, William To Will, but not yet.
The hero of your story, a motivation of mine mentions that but when’s the last time I wrote anything of value, and though I’m not reading such and such, some words that can’t be forgotten the man I was. “Willing Of The Story”
I have dreamed a dream, and most I can’t remember, but it’s the ones that stick with me that I have to worry about, especially since I wasn’t reading this morning but writing this in my head and how they say, so let it be written… “Your Will Is King”
History is at the mercy of the victor’s whims, but I always like to believe that it’s the wheelhouse survivors, then again Hitler’s book was a best seller, and most of the erotica I read is from white women, but here I am. “To Will Wash History”
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