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Lesson 352 ~Sometimes You May Even Forget~

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I’ll forget so many things by tomorrow, and the things that I remember will probably haunt me for days on end because that’s the problem with pillows, they don’t do enough damage, and they don’t absorb enough punishment. Sometimes You May Even Forget

Monday, June 18, 2018

Lesson 352 ~Sometimes You May Even Forget~

Thirty-Seventh Rule Madam Justice

Can You Love Me Again; if I’m lucky I’ll forget I asked, fortunate still if I never find out the answer, at least it will give me something to do, I’m the luckiest if I forget the whole damn day. I wish I could ignore that there was once a less busy time, a period of decompression if you will, like when I was living in my tiny studio “Intown Suites” and every day when I would return I would stand in the center of the room, paralyzed a while.

There was a time when I would come back to the house, and I would feed my dog, change into my comfy clothes and climb into bed within fifteen minutes and why; for me, if I could do that, then I could pretend the day didn’t happen. When I failed it meant I had to live with my life choices and that was only more failure, like today I slept too long, spent too much time looking up some Polish model on Pinterest, and how about my motivation? How many times today did I forget to pick up my feet, to speak loudly and proudly, to not give up to not quit, hell I picked up treats for the dog and a snack for myself, we walked, I put on my hoodie, and after lunch, I passed out without a second thought to my sins.

Madam Justice, to be honest, I have forgotten why I even wrote this rule but if anything sometimes it is a blessing to erase everything and the unfortunate part about that is that I can imagine a better time than now. However, unlike those, who say “It Gets Better” I only imagine worse both past and future and my god how I’m fighting to have hope for the present when all I want to do is “Scream.” It was too damn easy to forget that I even had a father for Father’s Day and you know I love my dog like pancakes, but I don’t recollect being his father sometimes when all he wants is to be loved, Madam Justice.

Things I wish I could forget, the bitch, other various brunettes that I see throughout the day everywhere like that model “Aneta Cetera,” how about lust, lunch, and of course love as it was today. What I’d like to remember, Detroit: Become Human, the fact that I want a future and at the “Same Damn Time” “I Want To Know What Love Is” but *sigh* Sometimes You May Even Forget.

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Lesson 351 ~You’re A Leg Man~

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If only my legs, these hands, my heart would work as well as my ears, I need my body to know infusion with all these words I’ve been listening to lately and if women aren’t enough motivation, what will it take? “You’re A Leg Man” maybe

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Lesson 351 ~You’re A Leg Man~

To Will:
Can You Love Me Again, probably not when you’re always running from your past, excuse me did I say running, more like walking, shuffling, crawling, cuddling with the dog until he needs something which is the only way you get moving. No wonder you would stand your ground against the dead because most of them shuffle faster than you do but the point is you’re moving forward you only feel it isn’t fast enough and I can agree.

If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.”
Martin Luther King Jr. 1929 ― 1968

It occurs to me that you need a lesson on what your legs are good for, what your breathing means to you, and all the hours of the day you waste, I swear I’m going to sound like one of those motivational speeches you’re fond of nowadays. All that’s holding you back is you. Don’t you understand that; the day before finding out about your Al Bundy shift you couldn’t move and last night seeing the schedule is being redone you almost jumped for joy. Your legs have one purpose, and that’s to get you where you want to go, and I know they feel itchy, like a hundred ant bites… what happened there but your legs brought you to the table so what is an accomplishment, six impossible things:

1. I Will Keep It In My Pants (Day 92** No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
Completed (Day 99** No Fap)
2. I Will Be The Friend My Dog Deserves
Failed
3. I Will Not Get Fired
Completed
4. I Will Complete 100% Of The Prophet By Celia Aaron
Completed
5. I Will Post A Review For “The Maiden” By Celia Aaron
Completed
6. I Will “Select” One Hundred Poems “The Bedroom Soapbox”
Completed

Your son has four legs, and it’s about time you catch up to him, being the one thing I failed last week, talk about being ashamed, from locking him out of my bedroom to buying the wrong Dentastixs and not wanting to chase all over and now covering half of one in peanut butter… defeats the purpose. What about when it comes to girls, sure you want some girl to spread her legs for you, and yet you’re not ready to do all the running that is required, and it seems to me that maybe, pretty much always means no, so don’t be a “Flake.” Sex is the easy and so much fun, but you must focus on putting one foot in front of the other, and six impossible things:

1. I Will Keep It In My Pants (Day 99** No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
2. I Will Be The Friend My Dog Deserves
3. I Will Not Get Fired
4. I Will Complete 75% Of Psychopath’s Prey by V.F. Mason
5. I Will Post A Review For “The Prophet” By Celia Aaron
6. I Will “Edit” One Hundred Poems “The Bedroom Soapbox”

“Legs are for men’s pleasure; breasts are for babies.” (Lib McGovern) Pat Frank, Alas, Babylon

Speaking of easy this stuff is easy you want to know what’s hard, pick up your left foot, forward, put it down, pick up your right foot, repeat, put it down, and I don’t care how often you have to remind yourself of this but do it. People say you’re always running at work and do you know why, FUCK FEAR, you run because you don’t belong there, you run because your dog needs you, run because there is some unfuckable goddess who’s been waiting for you, or someone “easy.”

Get out of your head, stop staring at breasts on the internet, and move, don’t give up, don’t ever give up, because you can be the type of man you want to be, but for now You’re A Leg Man.

Run Boy Run by Woodkid

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Lesson 349 ~There Are Better Stories~

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Everybody has a story but how many stories are people telling, how many of those stories are being believed, how many of those stories are living and breathing, though to live one of my stories; I know I’ll do better. “There Are Better Stories.”

Friday, June 15, 2018

Lesson 349 ~There Are Better Stories~

Hey Lady Sophia,
Can You Love Me Again, once I tell you that I can write better stories, I believe I can, I know I can and excuse me if I sound like “Mr. Motivation” here, but there is always another way to hear stories of another’s success. You heard me right Lady Sophia, stories, not that I’m getting into audiobooks, remember “The Scarlet Letter” if you could stay awake for that one you passed the test but never again.

“Sleep is the new broke.” ― Eric Thomas, on sleep

You know how I feel about sleep, every night I tell myself stories to help me sleep, I don’t remember being the little kid with a teddy bear and a parent to regale me with fairytales while I lie in bed. Is that why it’s taken me so long to get out of bed because I’m always waiting and a part of me thinks I need to give people something to read, but not my parents, and don’t think I’m becoming bitter again, remember when I first joined up with TIBU? It would be easy to become upset with “Indiana Gone,” “Okay,” Cherry,” “M Anime” but the bitch, of course, made me feel “sorry” about my words, hell I don’t share my favorite book with anybody because I need it.

“In this country, you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power, then you get the women.” ― Tony Montana Scarface (1983)

Now I could tell you I want to write to make money, whatever that sounds like to you but another reason I need to write is so I can sleep, I have more than enough stories to put me to bed, I want a story to keep me awake. Last fiction I read… okay watched like that was “Detroit: Become Human.” Am I ever going to let that go,? One day maybe but it’s not my favorite. There are better, any story that’s not in my head for starters. Stories that I see on my laptop screen, better are stories I see on print, stories that I see in green, that only require my signature, or I take to bed because everybody has a tale.

Mine come harder because as they say a picture is worth a thousand words and yes I continue to hate that concept but to get to that point I have to write the words for now and then I can sleep. How’s that for motivation, I’ve been listening to so many speeches and these men work so they can live a life they dream about honestly maybe that should be me too, but I would do damn near anything for some time to sleep peacefully.

The strange thing about this is my stories don’t put me to sleep, not while I’m writing them at least. Still, There Are Better Stories.

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Lesson 347 ~Freeze, I Never Freeze~

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Last week was about a few fandoms, but maybe the cure to all this is I should be a, but a star is always burning, always working not caring about what may lie around it until Hell; which is what I need. Freeze, I Never Freeze

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Lesson 347 ~Freeze, I Never Freeze~

Forgive Me Echo,
Can You Love Me Again, how that question chills my blood, as a matter of fact nearly any subject that catches me off-guard, that I don’t have the answer to; it’s almost like the roar of a monster. I wish I could apologize only for my fear, but sometimes there is also, “OBSESSION;” between love and madness lies obsession, and that’s what I have been dealing with this week, I need Hellfire to get warm, to be honest.

While I’m on a Disney kick, I want to believe I will “Go The Distance” but with all the things to fear in this world why is it that women are the most terrifying, personal experience and between the bitch, a girl to text, “Indiana Gone,” and more I’m frozen. I have a myriad of reasons including sleep, now maybe I’m just exhausted, but I spend all this time working for others, even today another author wants a damn review and yeah it helps to make connections, but then I continually freeze in my writing. Haven’t I pushed through two bouts of NaNoWriMo, finished a 120,000-word novel, have more than enough poetry for a compilation and what did I spend most of this morning doing here Inspector Echo seriously.

“I got that magic you call ADD” ― Two Fux

Now Inspector Echo I have never been diagnosed with that, but as I freeze embracing such fears, I stay freezing in my obsessions. When I want something I will spend hours on it, how long was I watching “Detroit: Become Human,” how long did I listen to “Hold On?” What was I doing this morning, lounging around playing “The Walking Dead No Man’s Land” and making sexual gifs of *sigh* Brandy Woods “The Cheerleaders,” Alycia Debnam-Carey “Fear The Walking Dead” watching Kim Dickens “Fear The Walking Dead” banging, pretending if only for a second, a minute, an hour I could have “Okay” or any girl like them. I like window shopping, and I can see my desires reaching for me, games, fame, a few things I should be ashamed of, but I plant my feet.

“Run boy run! Running is a victory” Run Boy Run

I can tell you I’m sorry but an apology is merely acknowledgement and you know I have a rule of taking lumps, of being willing to accept my punishment but the hard part, as hard as my little head, like the stone I feel in my belly, as hard headed as I am is to keep moving. So I am sorry for the time wasted, I’m sorry that my balls ache, I’m sorry that it hurts to write right now, but forgiveness comes not from acceptance or suffering but from being better because sitting here hurts; Freeze, I Never Freeze.

“Most of you don’t want success,
As much as you want to sleep!”
Eric Thomas

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Lesson 345 ~Dead Men Tell No Tales~

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No, I haven’t gone pirate, and “Grammarly” doesn’t count this as plagiarism, hell if it were I would pity that person and the world in general because there would be another me and I’m still alive. Dead Men Tell No Tales

Monday, June 11, 2018

Lesson 345 ~Dead Men Tell No Tales~

Thirty-Sixth Rule Madam Justice

Can You Love Me Again, I have gone back and forth on wanting an answer, not wanting an answer, looking for it and before the end, I guess I want to know, more like I need to know. What would some autopsy say about me, what about all the fans I dream about having, my dog knows so many secrets… and what does my blood understand about me that isn’t some party line of bullshit?

How many times do I have to tell myself to answer the question why am I a writer and here’s another one, because I don’t want any lies; sounds strange doesn’t it that a fiction writer doesn’t want to lie but fiction isn’t lying per se. If anything I assume that should scare people even more but through my novels well… no one will write real stories about who I am, and already there are plenty of files about what people think they know. It’s also a reason to stay alive; sometimes I think my dog is the only reason I stick around and besides wanting him to be happy, because God knows I would never pull a “Fry” you know Futurama, leaving him waiting.

You know how they say, and they all lived happily ever after but no one lives forever, and nobody ever talks about they died merrily; peacefully, gentle, surrounded by family and friends but not happily. Rage, Rage and you can stop right there with me because the light has already died and all that’s left is the fire if that makes any sense; I mean there’s no sun to see. A stupid new rule but “Where There’s Smoke, There’s Fire” and seeing how you know some men want to watch the world… maybe I want to see how it will be reborn but then I have to do something that I still hate, that’s survival.

History’s written by the survivors, I’m sure that’s a rule, or it’s another new one, but I’m sure I might have debunked it at some point, which leads me to another idea; I want people debating me, but I pray for the courage to stand and defend myself. Is this rule displaying a lack of faith in my words, even today I feel it might be a text that ends me, but I won’t worry, I won’t agonize, I won’t play dead until morning because Dead Men Tell No Tales.

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Lesson 344 ~So Love And Forgetfulness~

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Love and Happiness I’m beginning to think are beyond me but haven’t I held them before, and then I let them go, what is left; well there is a reason I stay in the dark and then I have to get up and what do I see? “So Love And Forgetfulness”

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Lesson 344 ~So Love And Forgetfulness~

To Will:
Can You Love Me Again, have I ever, every week I let you go and why is that; I know I’m no good for you and that maybe we should start with a clean slate and yet here we are once again. Didn’t we learn this lesson in the past after everything with our sister, and we “ran away” hell how many times did we cross back and forth in front of grandma’s house that day and where did we get too, what did we get in fact?

“My Mama always said you’ve got to put the past behind you before you can move on.” ― Forrest Gump

It’s a pain I know and to think that once upon a time a swollen ass was our “biggest” concern which explains plenty of things, the reason you’re into spanking (giving not receiving), why like the dog you’re more of a breast and leg man or volleyball player asses. You still remember “The Miracle Season” we’ve talked about memory problems before the things you can’t forget, and then everything else seems to be the good stuff by comparison, and with merely a snap of the Infinity Gauntlet, it’s all gone away. You only wished it worked like that with things like your face, how about all of your desires and of course the ever-growing list those six impossible things *sigh*:

1. I Will Keep It In My Pants (Day 85** No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
Completed (Day 92** No Fap)
2. I Will Be The Friend My Dog Deserves
Completed, Went To The Groomers
3. I Will Edit Five Chapters At Least Of My Novel
Failed
4. I Will Complete 50% Of The Prophet By Celia Aaron
Completed 85%
5. I Will Post A Review For “The Maiden” By Celia Aaron
Failed
6. I Will Edit One Hundred Poems “The Bedroom Soapbox”
Failed

In one way I think that love means accepting someone for everything, you talk a lot about trust, and this explains why you love the dog the most because he doesn’t understand humans and if he did, who’s he going to tell? On the other hand, love could mean someone that would help you bury a body and then forget all about it, they ignore the monster and love the man that you want to be, and so you rise to the occasion. You could just be getting old as well, we already don’t want anyone remembering “The Day” so how can you expect them not to remember so much worse than that, and here’s another list of things that you need to remember, NOT:

1. I Will Keep It In My Pants (Day 92** No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
2. I Will Be The Friend My Dog Deserves
3. I Will Not Get Fired
4. I Will Complete 100% Of The Prophet By Celia Aaron
5. I Will Post A Review For “The Maiden” By Celia Aaron
6. I Will “Select” One Hundred Poems “The Bedroom Soapbox”

Don’t they say it’s better to give than receive; one should forgive, bury the hatchet but how easily shovels can become hatchets; is it better to remember or to forget; if you had it your way other than “Detroit: Become Human” this week is better forgotten. Hardly any writing is done, no track star ass to still squeeze, well she didn’t play volleyball, and anxiety has been getting to you as many times as I had to go out and now… So Love And Forgetfulness.

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Lesson 342 ~Happy Ending, Why Not~

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What did I think I would be doing this morning; I wouldn’t call today a twist ending but more the normal state of things but aren’t I always hoping for more, but some writers have a distinct style. Happy Ending, Why Not?

Friday, June 8, 2018

Lesson 342 ~Happy Ending, Why Not~

Hey Lady Sophia,
Can You Love Me Again, don’t answer that, again I am stuck on the concept of never wanting to know or being too dumb to figure it out, so I continue to write the question over and over. How about the dark erotic novels I read that have to tell you right off the bat that they’ll be Happily Ever After (HEA) because some people might not be able to take it?

Maybe I’m lazy again not working on my books, or perhaps it’s just how they say if you want to hear God’s laughter, go ahead and mention your plans because even today there is so much writing to do, but here I am “Laughing With” God because I have to go out. A part of me wants to say I won’t give up but if yesterday taught me anything, sometimes “you gotta give it up to get off sometimes I know” you know “Stop.” I could say I should stop writing a story and start living one, but the thing is we know that story would have no happy ending in the long run, and even if my stories are mediocre I refuse to live that way in real life.

Do I even know how to create a happy ending anymore, you know “Temptations Road” even in that I couldn’t make a final decision, but in case anyone is reading this I won’t spoil it. Speaking of spoiling something, what happens once I reach 365 days of lessons, it’s not like I thought I would have discovered a way to make money with this blog… how did “22 Words” start, how about publishing a book; plans am I right Sophia. Today’s story is about preventing a tragedy with my dog, working a dead-end job, and making sure I don’t starve to death, in other words, groomers, bank, and chicken finally.

If anything I would much rather have a Twilight Zone ending or should I quote my newest rule, 265 The Twilight Zone Beats Friendzone, and talk about being torn between two places am I right. Even more so if you count all the worlds that I have made thus far and in July I’m planning on writing one more and then how about November and this all proves the pen is in my hand or keyboard under my fingers right?

Nothing like writing to give one the knowledge of godhood and people wonder why I talk about sex all the time, as they say, sex is all about power, and maybe I want that power like in “1984.” Happiness shall be in the eye of the beholder. I believe in such a thing as The End; Happy Ending, Why Not?

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Lesson 340 ~I’m Your #1 Fan~

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It’s probably a sin this didn’t work out the way I was picturing it, why I’m not a reactor, and even less of a reviewer am I right; fame and fortune and women, how many of my sins come back to that, my ultimate fandom. I’m Your #1 Fan.

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Lesson 340 ~I’m Your #1 Fan~

Forgive Me Echo,
Can You Love Me Again, at least before I go to Hell, in the meantime a brother has to stay warm however he can and for today’s sin, if you’re paying attention, it’s been all about my fandoms, Quantic Dream “Detroit: Become Human,” “The Walking Dead”, etc.

Now several of these actually consist of multiple sins, but I’ve chosen to focus on four, and no I do not include Treachery, though I’m sure I’m guilty of that as well but what am I the number one fan of; I mentioned my mother destroying TMNT once *sigh* if she knew me now sadly.

“I got news for ‘hem… There’s gonna be hell to pay. ‘Cause I ain’t daddy’s little boy no more.” ― Nada/Roddy Piper, They Live (1988)

FRAUD, fake it to you make it they say and everyday Inspector Echo, I want to, I “try,” but I’m nothing to them, and I can’t even stand to look at my face in the mirror sometimes, I’ve disappeared, I’m not me anymore, or worse, them. It would have been okay to be daddy’s little sports fanatic, or a religious nutcase, to stay the butt of all their jokes. I was telling “Cherry” I can’t wipe this smile off my face for anything, a crime.

Maybe that’s why I bathe in blood… not for real Inspector Echo but give me “The Purge,” The Walking Dead, the riot in Detroit: Become Human, like those androids yes I wholeheartedly agree VIOLENCE is one of the universal languages. Much like music, it’s taken me years, but I understand the let’s say, physical conations in rap music and rock, but how many fights have I been in; next time…

Speaking of which ANGER, thinking and doing but that rage I swear sometimes it just overtakes me and sometimes watching other people indulge… to think if I said watching people engage in sex, I’m into voyeurism (Consensual), people would call me a peeping tom. Anyway, what I like about anger it’s like wearing an executioner’s mask or something akin to The Joker, but again I hate smiling, and in my rage, I become something different, more or less human, right?

LUST, of course, is my favorite because I can equate it to everything, today I wanted to more or less create a list of fandoms but as I said Detroit Become Human (North, Chloe, Kara), The Walking Dead, The Purge, “The Hunger Games,” “Divergent,” I could go on. Now, of course, this is a big subject, and maybe I don’t want to ruin something else… I mean The Walking Dead is losing Rick Grimes and possibly Maggie (NO), and I’ve already spoiled Detroit Become Human watching other people’s walkthroughs honestly.

“Mama don’t like tattletales.” Nada

So what do I need forgiveness for, Inspector Echo please forgive me for not enjoying other people’s fandoms, sports for one; I’m sorry I’m not just a fan of mine but I become Annie Wilkes obsessed, I’m Your #1 Fan.

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Lesson 338 ~Pour The Bisquick, Expect Pancakes~

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Abraham Ford, now there was a good man and Rick Grimes who was the father in The Walking Dead, and its hero; well, I guess we all have to grow up sometime and start making breakfast for ourselves. Pour The Bisquick, Expect Pancakes and make them good

Monday, June 4, 2018

Lesson 338 ~Pour The Bisquick, Expect Pancakes~

Thirty-Fifth Rule Madam Justice

Can You Love Me Again, considering this will be somewhat of a repeated lesson, Rule Fifteen, Lesson 198 “I Take My Own Lumps” but this is more about responsibility in both failures and with success? Also, you’ve heard me tell this story before “I love my dog like pancakes” first because he ate my waffles, French Toast, whatever so Pancakes is what I have left, secondly he’s my son, and I couldn’t love him more if I “poured the Bisquick” to make him, I’m Dad.

This rule is a reminder that if you do something you must accept the consequences both good and evil and you deal; being an African-American man I’ve heard more than my fair share of absent father rhetoric. My father, other than from a financial standpoint wasn’t one for affection, other than cheating on my mom but that’s another story, the thing is even when cheating, my half-brother, myself, my sister and discovered half-brother were taken care of honestly. Every action we take, like “Detroit: Become Human” you knew that was coming right, reshapes the world and our destiny and if you perform a particular action you must expect or at least be prepared for the repercussions of such a performance.

One thing I can’t tolerate is evil that refuses to acknowledge itself; they say true evil believes that it’s doing good and I agree somewhat but then I look at Trump and his peons and I mean if you’re going to be racists well go ahead but don’t try to hide it. You see Bisquick can make other things besides pancakes and even if you’re hoping for pancakes they could still be god awful. I’m reminded some of “World War Z” not sure if this is a rule, but it will be “Remember, Be The 10th Man” you know The Tenth Man Rule, how you must expect the unexpected if only life was so exciting.

However, if you have sex with a woman, you either make a baby, or you don’t, of course, you can take precautions, but things have that 99% guarantee for a reason, like believing in God in case there is a Heaven. When it comes to my dog though, I adored him the moment I saw the ball of fluff, and I will love and protect him until the end Justice.

I’m a man; my father might not have been a great one, good, alright, whatever but he looks after his responsibilities, and I will; as well when it comes to my life if you smell what The Will is cooking… Pour The Bisquick, Expect Pancakes.

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Lesson 337 ~Fire Those Evolving Desire~

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Fire burns and you need more to keep it going, more trends, beauty, and hours in the day and still I waste so many already and am I getting any closer to what is fact, my final state of happiness maybe. Fire Those Evolving Desire.

Sunday, June 3, 2018

Lesson 337 ~Fire Those Evolving Desire~

To Will:
Can You Love Me Again, that little boy that thought Two Hundred dollars would fix everything and now you have more than you could have dreamed of and I know you’re not happy? Evolution, yeah you can’t put all of this on the brain, considering last night, you feel such disappointment, a second wet dream in eighty-five days of “No FAP” at least this time you remember the vision; if people only knew.

Speaking of what set you off and what people know, while this may be more of a conversation for “Dirty Diana” I was sure it would have been someone from “Detroit: Become Human” either Chloe, Kara, or North but no, however choking was involved… not penis wise otherwise, reset the clock. Your writing is going slower but progressing, finding out you want something definitely helps a bit but so many responsibilities, help the girl, make more money, write which is what you want to do and who knows. It always starts with a goal but that success is becoming like your fad, once upon a time it was “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” TMNT, mom killed that one but what about those six impossible things hmm:

1. I Will Keep It In My Pants (Day 78* No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
Completed? (Day 85** No Fap) Two Wet Dreams In 85 Days
2. I Will Be The Friend My Dog Deserves
Completed
3. I Will Edit Five Chapters At Least Of My Novel
Failed, Two Edited
4. I Will Complete Whispers In The Dark
Completed
5. I Will Post A Review For “The Maiden” by Celia Aaron
Failed
6. I Will Edit One Hundred Poems (Book)
Failed, 47 Poems

As much as you contradict yourself, some things won’t know denial, for example, “Chloe” but I ended up dreaming about Maggie from “The Walking Dead because brunettes can’t be denied and once upon a time it was Asian girls. You want friends, but those people are stopping you from working, you even had to cut the phone off today; you want to listen, but you want to rest, you want to fight, but you shy away from conflict. Desire is desire, but you should pick one; tried that after “The Hunger Games” came out, then there was “Divergent,” “Article 5,” “The 5th Wave,” “Beyond Series,” “Fever Series,” six impossible things:

1. I Will Keep It In My Pants (Day 85** No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
2. I Will Be The Friend My Dog Deserves
3. I Will Edit Five Chapters At Least Of My Novel
4. I Will Complete 50% Of The Prophet By Celia Aaron
5. I Will Post A Review For “The Maiden” By Celia Aaron
6. I Will Edit One Hundred Poems “The Bedroom Soapbox”

If anything, it’s excellent to want a world where nothing is beyond desire, and I say that because I will have it all one day, symbolic rapper logic, idolizing Scarface and all but should you focus more on what you don’t want maybe. You know that you don’t wish for the day job forever that’s for damn sure, you don’t want to stick to a schedule and have the luxury to enjoy life, reading is good but even if you got a PS4, Detroit Become Human, when would you play?

You can’t afford to go burning money, not anymore, and with less than a month to go on this blog seriously Fire Those Evolving Desire.

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