Gospel 138 ~Trying Is Addicting, Doing Rehab~

As Master Yoda put it, do or do not, there is no try. The legendary Sean Connery talked about losers “trying their best,” and I won’t say anything about a prom queen. Trying Is Addicting, Doing Rehab. Can somebody tell my fur-baby, but not his fault.

Monday, November 16, 2020

Gospel 138 ~Trying Is Addicting, Doing Rehab~

Hundred And Sixty-Second Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, or I would be if I were a doer. How I wish I could tell you I’m a doer right now, Madam Justice. I did read one of Eric Vall’s books. Another 15% is done. Before I came to talk to you today, I wrote 1900 words for NaNoWriMo. While I still haven’t caught up, I’m on par, and what’s the magic word today? I’m TRYING. Let’s not even discuss addictive behaviors; the things I had to do to get today’s writing done. Besides, canceling wrestling tonight.

I can’t say I was in the mood tonight, considering I read the Day Job’s schedule. Yeah, you know anger is surpasses “almost” every other emotion. Don’t get me started on Six Impossible Things, either. Again, I TRY and play by the rules, and what does it get me. Dammit, I do blame myself that I didn’t make the bed this morning, and so I climbed right back in. What about trying to give my Dæmon his meds today. Now that is a job that must get done, I heard in a song once. Only he is trying my patience. Yeah, didn’t make the bed. Let me get back into the Day Job, though. As always, I continue with humiliations galore, being something that I’m not. I’m not moving forward; I am running for my life from life. The novels I read and shows I watch are wrecking me daily.

At this point, there is not one thing in my life that I’m both liking and doing well. TRYING, though, even if it’s something like not being addicted to failure. For what successes I had today? I woke up bright and early, shut off my alarm, and jumped right back into bed. What the Hell am I DOING in my life? That’s a massive question. M. Anime texted me, but I still haven’t gotten through all her audio files. Meanwhile, the spam keeps flowing. I wonder how much I’ll find when I get around to posting this at what. 11:00? Now that’s being optimistic. If anything, I excel at DOING nothing, which makes me sound a lot like Ralph Wiggum, “That’s where I’m a Viking.” Speaking of Vikings, I always waste money on everything. Yep, games, and other “miscellaneous” activities.

But writing tonight, Madam Justice, do I feel any better? Trying Is Addicting, Doing Rehab.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 137 ~Will Gets His W~

How many years have I been writing again, how many NaNoWriMos have I won, my blog is how old? Yet here I am thinking 5000 words is too much because I want to watch Walking Dead spinoffs. “Will Gets His W.”

Sunday, November 15, 2020

Gospel 137 ~Will Gets His W~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now; for the moment, you’re looking for that WIN. Funny that you would think of that before WORRY or how about WIPEOUT. I didn’t find my pillow until 3:30 AM. Yeah, I really wanted a Grilled Chicken Salad that much. Today you want to win; only not as much as you want to WATCH, Fear The Walking Dead and The World Beyond tonight, right? Hell much as the song goes, “now I’m a believer Not a trace of doubt in my mind.” Zombies aren’t like WRESTLING… I can ignore that, background noise maybe.

Again and I can’t stress this enough. Ignore the old white guy. Yet I ask you to pay attention to Socrates and his ideas on how to obtain success. You know the old, when you want wisdom, success, money or whatever as badly as you want air, then it’s yours. Motivational speakers like Eric Thomas have been retelling that story time and again. But this afternoon, you’re all about learning to give up sleep. I’m asking you, begging, and pleading with you, “Stay with us. Stay the course!” I tell you quotes from white men? Now that might sound racist? Hell, it’s American history. Once upon a time, your favorite subject. Speaking of which, I speak for your novel characters, and what about the two white senators that crept in. There is also a Russian, and not Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 001 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
    Failed
  4. I AM Catching Up With My NaNoWriMo Novel “Sinning The Cherry On Top.”
    Failed
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus 4 (Gnome Place Like Home) A.J. Markham
    Completed

From what you can tell by #6 I’m always buried in some book. How about your own again? So I could keep talking about what you need to do or go right ahead and do the damn thing like yesterday.

Okay, so last night, I stopped on Chapter Nine, A Couple Of Bad Apples. It will be Dr. Sarah Annora Haven’s perspective, and I’m somewhere in the vicinity of 20,100 words. For reference, I should be at 25,000 by now to make it to 50,000 by the month’s end SIGH. With Chapter Ten, I do need to pick out a name for Mr. Fae. So With Sarah, I may focus on The Rule Of Two, like Star Wars Sith, and please stop me, or we’ll be here all day long. Mr. Fae is still seeking his revenge, and nobody seems to have problem severing limbs. But doing Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
  4. I AM Catching Up With My NaNoWriMo Novel “Sinning The Cherry On Top.”
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus Lord 4

Like last night, Whatever It Takes. Will Gets His W.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 134 ~Trump Lacks The Will~

Every time I think about the things I’ve said to a woman, I remember who’s President until January. Well, I don’t have a few million Twitter followers; I preferred to write a book first, ha. Is it better than The Art of the Deal? Trump Lacks The Will

Thursday, November 12, 2020

Gospel 134 ~Trump Lacks The Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now but don’t ever let me piss off as many women as President Trump. I never want to be as creepy as President-Elect Biden, but today is supposed to be joyful. Let’s say I have one more reason I need to turn off my phone. However, I did read Succubus Lord 4 by Eric Vall. Now, much like Jacob, I am building my harem by way of my book with NaNoWriMo. I swear, why must I be such a downer between Succubus 4 by A.J. Markam and Stroke of Midnight. I’ve been too much into Fapping as is, all the stress.

Didn’t I sort of “suggest” yesterday that I needed to come… you know, to get any writing done? Tonight I told myself that anytime I got HARD, I’d go ahead and add 100 words to my quota. Now technically, I broke that promise, but I did get another 2000 words. Which leads me to why that is. For the most part, right this second, I would say Jessica Nigri. While I was writing tonight, one of my characters. “Sarah Annora Haven,” aka Reagan Kathryn, the cosplayer, noticed something. A lot of girls have green eyes. Interestingly enough, I can say that I haven’t been staring at Cherry’s Yabbos the entire time. For sure, Tifa Lockhart’s, and don’t make me look up Brandy Woods “Debbie” from the 1973 film “The Cheerleaders.”

Of course, each of these girls ended up in my novel and “Spank Bank,” SIGH, but I’m trying. I still haven’t managed to go for one week, and you know porn keeps me awake. Unlike others, I’m sort of like Dennis Hof. How does that song go, “The Wanderer?” Strangely I could get my wish with the state of politics in the country. A guy like me always finds the hottest piece of ass in an apocalypse. Yeah, I know I was being all sorts of crude, but I want to be in bed asleep now. Yet again, I should quit my damn phone, yes. If anything, I should cut off all social media because Trump has crept into my story. It wouldn’t be the first time, but to be honest, I never looked up Stormy Daniels until him. How about the AT&T girl… inappropriate?

I’m honest though, I know I’m going to Hell, Second Circle. Trump Lacks The Will

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 133 ~Sink Or Swim Will~

As the saying goes, sweat, blood, and tears, along with plenty of other stuff I rather not talk about because I’m much too weak. The only good news is, it allowed me to work on my book with no distractions. “Sink Or Swim Will,” too bad I don’t drink.

Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Gospel 133 ~Sink Or Swim Will~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I could probably afford the top-shelf booze. If anything, I would kill for an alcohol problem. Okay, I know that’s pretty offensive with the people I know. Still, at this juncture, as Emperor Palpatine put it, “I’m too weak.” In other news, I got back to working on my book. How do THEY say the end justifies the means? Only I wouldn’t count 2000 words as a victory, but it’s way more than what I give on an average day, to say I did.

From sweating about my book to someone else’s. K Webster to be specific. Yes, I know it’s been about a week now, but that book is still messing with me. The most I’ve done on Goodreads is report a spammer. Yet here I am, worried about reading some second book. Yes, this is Lady Sophia’s thing, but after K Webster, I got into A.J. Markam again for peace. So why did I almost cry at the ending of the fourth novel? I believe I brought up Ian and Alaria. Spoiler Alert as the music crescendos, “And she’s dead, she’s dead.” Discombobulated… I don’t know if that should be a hated word or most liked one? How about procrastination because? Besides everything else, I have been drowning in emails trying not to talk about anything. Oh yeah, just like yesterday, right?

I could blame all the dog slobber trying to get my Dæmon to take his meds. I don’t know what to tell you, Inspector Echo, but he’s got it into his head that he hates it now. I cry over books, but never him. He’s my son, I love him like pancakes, how about syrup? Interesting that it may become a rare commodity with the way things are going on in this country. It’s like a flood of crap, and that’s why I’m losing my mind to the fiction of everything else. Have we talked about COVID-19 lately? Should I head to a dentist soon? The masks won’t last forever, Inspector Echo. Now since my eyes are decent, how do I expect to ever find the Maggie to my Glenn. Yeah, I should stop that train of thought right there and say Happy Veteran’s Day? Does that sound right, Echo?

I was in Navy boot camp once, but couldn’t swim ever; Sink Or Swim Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 132 ~Will Love Ever Tire~

I’m a tired black man; that’s all I can say about today. Only it’s not like I’m a hero or anything. I’m the father of a furbaby. How I envy him and all his nap time today. I want to find him a mom, but tonight, I want to sleep. “Will Love Ever Tire?”

Tuesday, November 10, 2020

Gospel 132 ~Will Love Ever Tire~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but does that make me a modern-day “superhero” hmm. First off, HELL NO, and second, you know I’ve always been one for the villains. When Iron Man and Captain America had their Civil War, you would think I’d back Tony Stark. Again no, I was all Steve Rogers. The thing is, they both never stopped trying for those they love. God, the songs popping into my head now… “Well, I won’t give up on us.” “Only a man in a funny red sheet. Looking for special things inside of me,” etc.

Now it could be the book I’m reading about Ian and Alaria. I’m still on the fourth one but the things he goes through with her. She became a robot. A man shouldn’t have to ask to be a man. Everything else they fight about with him trying to set things right in the world. Maybe it’s the idea that I hate secrets like Zorro and Elena with everything that happened between them. You don’t know how tricky it is to keep your mouth shut. Okay, I’ll rewind that, I mean to say, keeping myself from saying something incredibly stupid. I’ve been writing my book (yeah, right), and I have Bastian and Evie fighting. It’s all about the man Bastian is with his father and how he came to be. Indeed, what she is becoming to stay with her family.

Bruce Wayne spent his days alone even when he had Wonder Woman, all because of fear. He has plenty of enemies, sure. Only do you not think seeing his parents die together affected him. Well other than going all Batman? His views on relationships, yep. Superman didn’t get tired of Lois Lane but being himself. How about if he didn’t have the whole, truth, justice, American Way. Clark Kent didn’t have to save the world. Now yes, he had to go back to that indeed because what else was there for him? In the end? Of course, I have to cover the villains or close enough—the things Bill did to Beatrix. Edmond Dantes gave into everything to forget about Mercedes in his quest for revenge. V gave Evey choices, as in V For Vendetta.

I’m saying, I’m tired, but in love, always and forever. “Oh, baby I love you, just leave me the fuck alone.” Will Love Ever Tire.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 131 ~Greatest Rulers, Warriors, Aren’t Pure~

I’m the boss of a fur-baby, I say, as I open the door; how many times? I’m not the father of the year, hell as a guy in general, I’m alright. For him and I, and whatever woman shows up, I want everything. Greatest Rulers, Warriors, Aren’t Pure, right

Monday, November 9, 2020

Gospel 131 ~Greatest Rulers, Warriors, Aren’t Pure~

Hundred And Sixty-First Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I want more. Only who am I these days, to go talking about, let alone doing anything to go get it. I work for my Dæmon so that he can have a better life… Oh, so that’s why I left the Day Job early. How about a nap for a while?
You know that I want to be a good man Madam Justice. I’m not talking about “God, family, football,” you have The Best Man Holiday (2013) to thank for that. To be honest, Madam Justice, I am still trying to find the three elements that shape me as a man.

What I know is that everyone I see in any position of power has to hurt someone. Seems the wealthy live in a maddening state of damage control. They believe that in the end, their righteousness outweighs the evil. It’s one of many reasons they always cling to faith. In a world of things, I can’t stand, and indeed there are many. These two words, AHEM, the “Greater Good,” infuriate me. I’ll put them on the um, hated words list if I remember… like the rest of my terms. Biden and Harris are the Greater Good. I’m glad for the victory. They knocked out a Devil that would do me harm for an evil that might benefit me. I voted for my benefit even if it could do others harm “Snowflake Trumptards.” Only I won’t pretend they’re the Second Coming.

I was reading A.J. Markam’s novel today, the fourth one in a series. Anyway, so you got Ian the Warlock right and his former demon Dorp. They were arguing about him using people. He does good things ultimately to the benefit of himself. Lacking Abnegation? Yeah, Madam Justice, I can’t talk about the book I’m reading. But let’s throw in Veronica Roth’s “Divergent,” get it because of the Abnegation reference. Abnegation was the ruling faction, and you know how that turned out for them. Now, what faction would I choose? Dauntless, of course, was the bravest and the strongest. Erudite Madam Justice, the smartest, the cruelest, the ones that took Chicago hmm. Funny how my 161st rule ties in with the 13th, “Power Is All That Matters.” Madam Justice, I want to rule my life.

I could go on from The Factionless to Captain America…

Greatest Rulers, Warriors, Aren’t Pure.

“You two just don’t see it. Everywhere he goes, he uses people. And sometimes he uses them to help other people, but ultimately it’s all to help himself. He wouldn’t help you, succubus, if he didn’t find you so beautiful. He sure didn’t help me.”

“I do use other people. I try not to, and I try to help others out, but I fuck up sometimes. And I fucked up royally with you. I’m sorry. I know that’s not good enough – I know I have no right to ask you to forgive me – but I wanted you to know. If you want to leave now, you can.” ― A.J. Markam

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 130 ~Willing To Savor Victory~

Did my vote matter? With the state not really, in the grand scheme of things, one popular vote for Biden so no. The thing is, he’s the next president. I keep writing. It will be a long shot to win NaNoWriMo, but I have. Willing To Savor Victory.

Sunday, November 8, 2020

Gospel 130 ~Willing To Savor Victory~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now. When you get your billion, will you still be saying “just another day” SIGH? Now I’m sure I’ve put HAPPY on the most hated words list. As the song goes, “I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad,” and you’re still relishing that emotion. Tomorrow to you is like the ending of “Artistic Anarchy.” The haunting melody of Exit Music (For a Film) by Radiohead. Along with the knowledge that you pissed off John Wick. Oh, shall we get into talking about dogs, more specifically, your son The Dæmon?

He’s still upstairs, and this stubbornness might end up with a trip to the vet. Now shush, can’t be putting that sort of stuff out into the universe. Still, you can’t fight time, and you’re both old men, you and him. Worrying profits a man nothing, you know. And yet? Fantastic that a comic strip can get you to smile. That particular one, “And Yet,” comes from Strange Planet and the money he is making. But you’re “writing,” and you have the knowledge that your book won’t earn anything, And Yet? You could win, hmm. NaNoWriMo might net you a fortune, and you know you could use it. A broken-down car is sitting right outside. Last night the toilet finally gave up. Well, we could talk about lots of food too. Um, I never got an “Existence Day” Feast Ha! Yeah, and Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 002 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 001 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
    Failed
  4. I AM Working On NaNoWriMo
    Completed
  5. I AM VOTING
    Completed Biden and Harris Have WON!!!
  6. I AM Finishing Stroke of Midnight by K. Webster
    Completed

I carved through half the list somehow, but again I see no victory. Sad to say, what do you see coming around in your future? Hell, I should have been more specific when it comes to goals. As THEY say, the devil is in the details. It’s why I’m taking so long today to talk.

Oh, is that what I’m doing looking over the list. As far as #4 goes, I’m way behind with NaNoWriMo. With #5, all I am is a statistic with the popular vote because my state fell to Trump. Only Biden is President now, so silver lining. K Webster’s novel, haunting. Here’s a question you should be asking maybe. What does it take to win? You know it’s one element of November I’m still upset about, and it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours for you, my friend. But Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
  4. I AM Catching Up With My NaNoWriMo Novel “Sinning The Cherry On Top”
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus 4 (Gnome Place Like Home) A.J. Markham

All I ask, be good to the Imp, win NaNoWriMo, Be Willing To Savor Victory.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 127 ~Vote With Your… Willy~

Election Week is it… has been pretty HARD, and sadly I’m back to using the big head, and the last thing I need to think about is who’s in charge right at this second. Ballots, bullets, I’d much prefer boobs changing votes. Vote With Your… Willy.

Thursday, November 5, 2020

Gospel 127 ~Vote With Your… Willy~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but no amount of money can erase what I’ve read. We’ll get to that, but it’s been a HARD week. Today should be a good day. Hell, the optometrist hinted I can continue to look at titties as usual. I’m trying so hard not to.

The thing is, the Yabbos I’m jonesing I can only imagine. Sure I can say that about M. Anime and Cherry. I’ve seen MILF Dos, but I’m always up to see her again. Outside of a Trump shirt, yes, but we have so much to go over. I didn’t get much sleep last night, SIGH. I finished “Stroke of Midnight” by K Webster. The ending fucked me up, even when I knew Ash Elliott was going to end up with her dress in rags. To be honest, I haven’t felt this way since The Harvest Night, Dark Shell, Whitney Wright in Pure Taboo’s “Prom Night.” I’m racking my brain, trying to figure out what’s wrong with me. For a moment, I was thinking BLACKMAIL. Come on with the amount of Skye Warren books I’ve read? What about Dark Notes? Of course, “The Blackmail: Tomorrow Never Ends,” it’s a hentai series.

Now, Dirty Diana, it could be the whole BILLIONAIRE concept. These days, I’ve been reading about Jacob and Ian’s Succubi or, specifically, Eric Vall and A.J Markam. So reading about rich white boys torturing their sister. How about a money-hungry drug dealer? Yeah, I’m always saying, I’m trying to get out of the habit of listening to old white men or young ones, an evil white stepmom. Don’t go calling me racist with how I just put a black girl in a story. Yep, I had a thing for Divergent’s Zoë Kravitz and, I like “Specs.” Could it be GASPS; I’m losing my affinity for BDSM. Not in the slightest as I’m sad to say SIGH I am no longer running with the “No Nut November” crowd. Damn U.K. girls with their impressive Milk Jugs.

Guess I needed something to make me feel bad considering everything that’s been going on. Hell Dirty Diana, if I had a straightforward reason to quit Fapping, it’s because I hate being called Ma’am. Now I’m sounding like some STUPID “KAREN.” Serves me right, wanting biscuits. Nobody sees or hears the man I am, so I’m fucked. Vote With Your…Willy.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 126 ~Will Votes, A Shame?~

If you only saw what I put in my novel last night… the things I can’t talk about and yet a hole in the head is acceptable. I need anything to take my mind off the election, but K Webster sure Hell ain’t it. Fantastic writer, BTW. Will Votes, A Shame?

Wednesday, November 4, 2020

Gospel 126 ~Will Votes, A Shame?~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now but at least not the one I read about this evening. I don’t even remember if I voted for K Webster’s latest novel in my book club. Speaking of voting, yes, as a BLACK man living in the United States of America, I did vote yesterday.

It’s a good thing I don’t have my “business” up and running. Even if I did Inspector Echo, I couldn’t tell you about it right now. As the song goes, “Why do the things I hate come so naturally?” What scares me is the fact that such Hate is not mine alone. Um, people suck. I voted for Biden and Harris, a democratic senator, a near-perfect Democratic ticket. The thing is Inspector Echo is that people are so full of Hate. They would watch the country burn and doom us. They won’t say something like BLACK LIVES MATTER, maddening. There’s a rule that I have Rule #4 Hate Will Keep You Alive. Of course, Rule #5 states Love Is Worth Dying For. I watched a YouTube reaction or instead listened, and the question was asked in World Beyond. What’s the strongest force in the world. The reactor blurted out, Hate.

I happen to agree with her, but Inspector Echo, I don’t feel so good. Now I know you’re not Lady Sophia, but that book today has me all discombobulated. Hell, I got a month to “pray” that the book club doesn’t pick the sequel to read, but I’m inevitably screwed. Well, I could vote, but I’m sitting here with a pit in my stomach over a novel, well, two books. If anything, shouldn’t I be worried about my country and that Trump could win? My senator lost; the senate itself lies in Republican hands still. How liberty dies, they say? At the moment, though, what’s freaking me out, besides my lack of writing, are these other novelists. K Webster, Colleen Hoover, W. Anton, and the list goes on. When did I lose my taste for this genre? I mean, I read Skye Warren, Lily White, Tillie Cole. I’ve read “guides.”

W. Anton wasn’t the only one? I tell you I rushed today’s reading because I couldn’t stand what they did to one protagonist; it was just… I’m sorry and ashamed of reading such, not enjoying it. Of voting, winning, or losing… Will Votes, A Shame?

I Will Have No Fear

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