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Gospel 054 ~Be Something They Can’t Solve~

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Is it still morning? I’ve had a few revelations since the beginning and the ending of this conversation, so I won’t complain. Why won’t I, though; I’m pretty complicated or so everyone thinks. “Be Something They Can’t Solve.”

Monday, August 24, 2020

Gospel 054 ~Be Something They Can’t Solve~

Hundred And Fifty-First Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and THEY all ask how? Here’s a question for you; since when did I become THEY? In all honesty, I’m wondering how I’m even awake or fighting all my “primal” urges from one moment to the next.

Nobody Knows, THEY Don’t Know, please stop me, Madam Justice, before I turn into another Spotify channel. Okay, one more, “be a simple kind of man.” I wish I was. When did I become so Complicated? I’m Hot N Cold.

It’s having to lie. I’ve told you before that I can’t stand to liars or to lie. It’s like smoking, I suppose, you feel good, but at the end of the day, you’re killing yourself. Hell, we’re all dying, but there’s no rush, or I don’t want it to be… well not today anyway. It’s why we create the mystery, but I’m not at all.

I say I want to be something they can’t solve, but every day I’m right here. I’m like one of those Playboy sheets of turn-ons and turn-offs. The answer is right before their faces, but they don’t want to accept the truth of me. Does the same go for me? When I was still talking to MILF Tres, she told me things and then me and my big mouth. Maybe I didn’t hear it correctly with MILF Uno, and again I answered wrong. As with MILF Dos, I talked too damn much, I should have waited to see her Yabbos again and just shut up.

See that right there. I love Yabbos, I like books. Usually erotica or YA with a pretty heroine. You know I’m not one for swearing every single breath. Except for the beautiful Irish Youtuber Katie O’Shaughnessy. I have no qualms about violence, but I hate the NRA, and I even own a gun. So why is everyone trying to figure me out? Of course, there is my friend who says I give myself far too much credit. Yes, my PRIDE.

I’m a fan of all seven sins, though my favorite will always be LUST thank you, Ker Dukey. I’ve read four of her books actually, and I’m only finding that out now. Besides my discoveries, there are the things I have to hide always because if people did know everything…

I’m a black man in America, cages are used as easy answers for my “kind.” Be Something They Can’t Solve

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 052 ~A Loss For Will~

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All my life, I have listened to people with nothing to say. So when I do ask for an explanation, they’ve got nothing. Hell nowadays, I don’t have much, but I refused to beg for once. A Loss For Will, maybe

Saturday, August 22, 2020

Gospel 052 ~A Loss For Will~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I’d be wealthier if I’d stayed awake. So what woke me up in the first place? More often than not, if it’s not work or women, it’s my whiny dæmon. I love him like pancakes Lady Lu but SHIT, pardon my language, it’s all shit.

My motivations talk about having something that gets you out of bed each morning. Well, In How to Stop Worrying and Start Living. Dale Carnegie says you must accept the worse possible scenario and get past it. Jail time or death? Let’s start smaller, Lu.

“First ask yourself: What is the worst that can happen? Then prepare to accept it. Then proceed to improve on the worst.” – Dale Carnegie

“The willingness to walk away, above all other factors, does more to tell a woman of your high value than any amount of money can. You must be prepared to follow through and to fully believe that you’ll never see or hear from her again, because women instinctively know when you’re faking.” ― Roosh V

Well bigger, I’m equal opportunity coming to Yabbos. Sabrina Nichole, Paige Steele, Azur Lane, or MILF Tres? Only yesterday I was talking about when she’s gone, that’s it, move on. I haven’t heard from anybody like MILF Dos, Okay, or Cherry. So out of the blue, here’s MILF Tres saying, “Good Evening.” I gave her nothing but room to explain. After her “Okay fine” and an opportunity to talk, that was it. I’m at a loss when it comes to talking to pretty girls, but I chose. You takes your chances, and makes your choice.

Hell, I don’t think that way when it comes to the Day Job. Christians talk about people accepting Hell. Do you recall the movie Full Metal Jacket, “a world of shit,” right? Again I wake up and take that and why. It’s always fear or laziness, both? I was attempting to burn my eyeballs out of my head to check my schedule. You know I even tried to schedule my car getting repaired and why. All so I can go someplace that I hate Lu.

Yeah, like Whataburger is so impressive the way they screwed up my order this morning. What about Walmart? This goes back into my laziness, but I’m going to miss part of NXT, perhaps. I have to get up and fetch food. Well, doesn’t that point everything out? I’m going to get food for a life that I would indeed not live. My firstborn has to eat so he can continue crapping it all out like last night. Not his fault, of course, I choose him over me all day every day without out fail Lu.

Only I’m failing everything else, losing MILF Tres and now Specs too. I don’t know where to start. Answer anywhere but A Loss For Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 051 ~Willy, My Muse Too~

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What inspires you? Anyone that knows me can answer that in one word, so then the question becomes, why aren’t I writing? Even now, I can feel the call for sleep, for dreams, and it must be something pretty creative. Willy, My Muse Too?

Friday, August 21, 2020

Gospel 051 ~Willy, My Muse Too~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but it’s not because of puns or even sex. Are there any billionaires in the adult entertainment genre? No, last night was all about porno, and I should really find out how much I’m paying per month. I still want to add Quibi on top of that? Yes, I’m again retelling myself the story of The Stranger. Also, there’s Titan A.E. I told you that’s how I get to sleep each night. No matter how sleepy I am, I need a tale. I could try to create magic, and that’s where my muse decides to fill up my bed again SIGH.

How dare I am I right? There are nine Greek muses, and here I am with six that I found in a brothel, no offense, dear Lady Sophia. Funny, I wanted to talk about how I’m inspired today; now I want to talk about my girls. So not all day, long story short, SEX. Not the most convenient time to be writing things down, I know, but neither is the shower. When it came to Dirty Mom (Yabbos), aka MILF Dos, it was a bit of both. I broke a thirty-day streak salivating over her Yabbos of which I have now seen, but I’ll never see them again. Yeah, I should be reading anyway. Sad to say, I haven’t been doing a lot of that, but I was only thinking about Bang by Roosh V.

Don’t get me started on him. He speaks about being willing to walk away from a woman. In writing my books, I’m walking away, inspiration.

“The willingness to walk away, above all other factors, does more to tell a woman of your high value than any amount of money can. You must be prepared to follow through and to fully believe that you’ll never see or hear from her again, because women instinctively know when you’re faking.” ― Roosh V

Hell, when I’m more running away from everything at the Day Job, I write the best tales. Not counting yesterday in all fairness. After “humiliations galore,” I ran upstairs, leaned on a shelf, and my mind was dead to the world. I got what I wanted, but there was nothing.

In times of “tragedy,” I can be pretty creative. You know what I’m talking about, Lady Sophia. “The Day” is approaching, and it all bur crept up on me. I never expected to get this far, and what do I have to show for it? Same time last year, I was sitting on my poetry. No, let’s be real, I was sleeping, and I had a weird dream, a warning. I won’t voice it as my Willy, My Muse Too.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 049 ~Willing A Five-Finger Discount~

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Why can’t every night end with a movie that’s tripper than my life? Then again, I give myself too much credit, so it must be the Pride. Today though, I want to talk about Envy and Greed *Ahem* Hey Jealousy. “Willing A Five-Finger Discount.”

Wednesday, August 19, 2020

Gospel 049 ~Willing A Five-Finger Discount~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I wasn’t smart enough to steal it. My first sin of today is being jealous of the people that work for it. Now keep in mind when I say, “Hey Jealousy,” it’s not aimed at any billionaire. I will admit it can be at anything or anyone. “Girlfriend Reviews,” “Nikki and Steven,” “Tony Baker,” Katie O’Shaughnessy, for example. What about that movie I saw last night “The Stranger” on Quibi? Yeah, how can I get mad at the writing on that? I like all of this Inspector, but which sin is worse Envy or Greed?

As always, I focus on myself, so I should throw Pride in there. I haven’t been in Lust in a few days, eight days NO FAP. My Sloth explains why I’m in bed on a Wednesday evening. That leaves Wrath and Gluttony, but I’m only hurting myself with them both.

Anyway, Greed and let’s deal with the crimes so easy I can do them with one hand. You, of course, know what I excel at with one hand. I can’t say I haven’t been on some porn sites, but I keep both hands on the keyboard. Still, I couldn’t help being turned on by Maika Monroe, aka Clare. I’ve confessed that a tragic story of a particular “genre” gets me. The only difference here is Dane DeHaan, aka Carl E., was trying to kill her. Still, the “obsessive” erotica I read. How I like Pure Taboo and others. I might give Quibi my money, SIGH.

So I wonder why I’m not doing right by My Dæmon. I’m too busy as always providing for Yabbos. With these hands, we’re staying afloat, but I’m lifting him with one, petting him with one, etc. He’s my old man.

I love him like pancakes, but I know it isn’t enough. Am I a good Dad? I want to be an excellent writer. Inspector Echo, this is more Lady Sophia’s wheelhouse, but I was thinking of a story at work today. Yep, Cherry will be in it once again. Hell, how do I get any writing done, ever, typing with one hand? The other should slap me (masochist tendencies)? Ow!

Only I won’t wake up. I mean, I got the Day Job, but I’m always on Spotify listening to the saddest songs ever about life. The life I’m stealing from myself, Willing A Five-Finger Discount.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 048 ~Will Needs His Space~

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I get pretty tongue-tied when I talk to women, and then I go ahead and write something like this… It’s a reason I wanted to be an astronaut when I was a kid, and people call me a headcase. Will Needs His Space.

Tuesday, August 18, 2020

Gospel 048 ~Will Needs His Space~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so how can I be mad? Well, I know quite a few Republicans that hate so much more. Only I don’t want to speak about hate because I love you. Talk about Doublethink, I tell you all the time you take my breath away. Sometimes it’s like I’ll overflow with everything about you. Today though, it was like being in love with the stars, how high can I go. It was like loving a grave. Make no mistake, I would die for you. I was reminded of that poem Suicide’s Note.

“The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.” –

Langston Hughes

You’re not “Equipped” to be loved this much. Well, you did marry me, after all. Now you know I come out of nowhere with my music, but today I want to share my favorite song with you, one anyway. It’s called Moondust (Stripped; EP Version) by Jamyes Young. He sings about burying his love, and for some reason, this stands out to me. It’s not only because of my novel. I named “The Business,” “The Moondust.” I’ve been thinking about how many friends I’ve lost and how I’m always afraid that someday you’ll leave. One wrong word, and it’ll be like something out of the movie “Pontypool.” You say I’m a hard man to know, and I want to be so close but not today. Hell all the movies, music, my manuscript, to tell you the truth. Okay then, I’m mad as Hell, My Love.

That’s what I’m burying, this rage that I feel at so many that I know it would send you running. As the song goes, I bury my love to give the world to you. I won’t have you rob me of my hate, but I can’t give it to you.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntzBE9nAKfU

I bury my tears everywhere else but not where you can see them. A man ain’t supposed to cry; yeah, another song. I need to lie down, though, and I don’t know if you or my firstborn could help me.


I bury myself in my work… no, not like that. Let me work harder or, as people say, all work and no play. I need some awesome video game carnage, and does that make me sound like a kid again.

Now that’s what I won’t do? I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that. I keep burying the man I am, and for what? I love you.

Only Will Needs His Space.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 047 ~Temptation Exist In All Creations~

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I wouldn’t do much for a Klondike bar, but I think the same company makes that strawberry cheesecake bar too, and I have raised holy hell for those. The only thing tempting me now is my bed. “Temptation Exist In All Creations” no doubt

Monday, August 17, 2020

Gospel 047 ~Temptation Exist In All Creations~

Hundred And Fiftieth Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I’m lucky I got the money. What would I spend it all on? Do you really need to ask? Three words AHEM, Breasts, Yabbos, Titties, pardon my language, Madam Justice. Hell, My Dæmon is my son, and he’s exactly like his old man. You could ask Indiana Gone about that. Now, of course, he wants a lot of different things and is willing to commit any variety of sins. He loves to eat pretty much anything.

Every morning he’ll fight me for his walk. The boy will lie for a treat. So what tempts me other than a world of Yabbos?

Sad to say, but everything in this “wonderful” world leads right back to that goal. The sooner we finish this talk, the sooner I can look at Yabbos. Yeah, right, like Instagram wasn’t already showing me hot cheerleaders to look up. Guilty as charged. Now all of my creations only want to live, but that means I need to be horny. Sorry to say but this afternoon I’m only annoyed. You do know what would help with that, only I have to stay awake. That’s my point, though. Everything wants to live. What is the ultimate expression of that I ask? You give life to others, and of course, there are many different ways one can go about that endeavor.

For the most part, humanity only values life as it relates to death. The closer we get to the end, the more we cling to life. I could argue against that, though, given the current state of the world, I suppose. I don’t want to get political though. 170,000 dead, and the life I cherish the most isn’t human. Again I bring up my firstborn. I say he wants everything, but at any particular moment, he wants me. No girl could ever take his place. Still, I wish some girl found me tempting, I don’t think about love most days. Ask me what tempted me in these past twenty-four hours. Pigtails, food, my bed? Maybe it’s not the temptation itself but the motive behind it. I remember something from the Isaku series that I dare not repeat, but I understand.

Hell, the things we will do for such desires and how we fight to resist, rebel, and renounce sin. They can also be blessings, but I know what I want. Temptation Exists In All Creations.

“The world, chico, and everything in it.” – Tony Montana

“This is a rebellion; I rebel.” – Jyn Erso “Rogue One”

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 045 ~Big Willie Style, NOT~

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No, I’m not getting jiggy with it, but how I wish. It’s ten at night already, and I haven’t been getting to bed until after two in the morning, and I know why. One of these days, the answer will be zombies, and I’ll be living. “Big Willie Style, NOT”

Saturday, August 15, 2020

Gospel 045 ~Big Willie Style, NOT~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and Will Smith isn’t? Now how would I accomplish this, seeing as how I couldn’t climb out of bed today? I know I say that a lot Lady Luna but I did go and get a couple of Honey Chicken Biscuits this morning. Yeah, making up for last week. Are they good enough but not my writing? I ask you? Is everything better than anything I can do? So what’s with the depression and the questions? One head has been busier than the other since Monday.

I have these phases when I get heavy into NO FAP, and now I know why. Excuse my language Lady Lu, this is more for Inspector Echo, but I am FUCKING Mad. Tuesday morning, I was at the Day Job listening to sad songs that turned into rap. I’m an African-American man, but that doesn’t mean I know anything about rap, but most of what I chose was angry. Now, if that’s not enough to scare “white” people, I’ve also been reading. No, not, The Manual: What Women Want and How to Give It to Them. Yesterday it put me to sleep. Instead, I’ve been looking over The Screwfly Solution. Let me guess, now I sound like one of those women-hating Incels, right? Hell Lady Lu, I’m not mad at anyone but me. This brings me back to the point; I’m only punishing myself again.

Instead of working like Will Smith, I’m doing me, which means sleeping. I won’t finish our conversation until later on tonight. No disrespect to people who have other addictions, but it’s like rehab. There’s nothing inside and what’s outside isn’t right. Speaking of outside, this is still the plague era. Porn is like a vaccine, you’re infected, and at the same time, you’re fighting the onslaught. If you knew how many times I’ve searched for Tifa Lockhart in the past few minutes. When I’m outside though, SIGH. THEY say the problem is men don’t look at women as people. Nowadays, I look at them as monsters. People have always been zombies to me, now I’m only running faster. Why can’t you just be normal? People cry over and over again.

When has anyone saw me as such and what they do see me as well, they “Make Me Wanna Die.”

They’re disappointed, Will Smith, W. Anton; Big Willie Style, NOT.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 044 ~Mo Willy, Mo Genre~

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Someone once said, Mo Money, Mo Problems, I say, come give me the drama. I would be “happy” if my writing brought me both and who knows what else. To this day, I dare to call what I write erotica, and everything else is honesty. “Mo Willy, Mo Genre.”

Friday, August 14, 2020

Gospel 044 ~Mo Willy, Mo Genre~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, or I could be if I took to heart the words of some famous authors. Napoleon Hill, Dale Carnegie, W. Anton, to name a few. Didn’t I once ask the legitimacy of listening to a bunch of white guys (is W. Anton white) I don’t know?

Anyway, when it comes to reading nonfiction books, it’s usually some white guy leading the way. No wonder my country is so screwed. Don’t worry, though, Lady Sophia, I’m not diving into politics today. Hell, if I woke up earlier, which I can say about a lot of people. At least on my Amazon List, I made a note to add a lot of black authors. Again though, I’m late to the party. I can’t get it up to read a book that has to be in my top five of all time. I even found the audio addition this afternoon. Yes, I’ve been asleep that long today, that’s lazy. You know the whole truth will set you free concept.

Knowing the truth seems to be a never-ending struggle. I’m only trying to pull that other person outside of me as my motivations preach. His story Lady Sophia has yet to be told… he remains lying in bed this moment.

Speaking of my writing, which is all fiction except for my conversations with you and the girls. Oh yes, girls, if anything today, I’m still thinking about that Nurse and Kimono girl from Kojin Taxi (Sex Taxi). When it comes to my novels, I will admit women are usually the victims. The exceptions being the Basic Bitch and Cherry, who were both villainesses. For somebody that can’t get it up to write. Here I am imagining a third novel involving Cherry, and before she gets a big head, how many does the Basic Bitch have?

I try to write “sweet” Lady Sophia. Notice I didn’t say I want to. I attempted to write a YA novel some time ago, which led to nowhere. Don’t they all? I wonder who holds the pen or pushes the buttons. You’re not Dirty Diana but one hand to my work, the other on my penis. My art could be funny, but most comedians delve into the truth. All I want is hilarious animal voiceovers from Tony Baker and John Hunt. I should be writing.

LSV, SEX, 666 always with Yabbos; Mo Willy, Mo Genre.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 042 ~I’ve Offended There Will~

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Well, this is the third song I’ve written in my whole life, and like the last two, it isn’t anywhere close to excellent. It’s been echoing in my head since MILF Tres. “I’ve Offended There Will” with all respect to Johnny Cash

Wednesday, August 12, 2020

Gospel 042 ~I’ve Offended There Will~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but it’s not because I reworked a song.

I’ve Offended There – (I’ve Been Everywhere by Johnny Cash)

Talking to some girl, that left me right here alone
Another night, another chance, I’ve found out again I’ve blown.
Wondering, what word I said, that made it go right to wrong.
So before I cried, I decided to write this oh so awful song.
Is there a place, from here to there, somewhere in this whole world?
Where who I am, and what I say, don’t scare some pretty girl

I’ve offended there, man.
I’ve offended there, man.
Hurt some feelings, scared, man.
What, I tried to share, man.
To be with her, I dared, man.
I’ve offended there.

I’ve tried with
Texting, Messenger, Whisper, Snapchat
Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Playstation,
Bumble, Twitter, Youtube, Onlyfans,
Patreon, Craigslist, FanCentro, Amazon,
iCloud, Android, Subscribeadult, Pornhub,
Email, POF, and Tinder, I’m a sinner.

I’ve offended there, man.
I’ve offended there, man.
The time I could have spared, man.
But summer’s day compared, man.
She was not prepared, man.
I’ve offended there.

I’ve talked to
D in school, Sweetness, Harmonic War, All That Jazz,
Basic Bitch, Rainbow Girl, Okay, Liz Vicious,
MILF Uno, MILF Dos, MILF Tres, Capital A,
Special K, Ruby Rae, Nude Maids, Moms In Lots,
M Anime don’t want to play, Pornstars, Escorts,
Cosplayers, Alice Little, Cherry, but I’ me

I’ve offended there, man.
I’ve offended there, man.
Their hearings not impaired, man.
All I’ve said, not fair, man.
Communications erred, man.
I’ve offended there.

Well, I’ve been,
Blocked, Deleted, Warned, Threatened
Banned, Barred, Locked Out, Told Off,
Erased, Trolled, Hacked, Ignored,
Called Names, Punked, Rejected, Bothered,
Forgotten, Denied, Left broken, Annoyed,
Framed, Will’s my name.

I’ve offended there, man.
I’ve offended there, man.
Because I want her bare, man.
I tell the truth, declared, man.
All these women flared, man.
I’ve offended there.

I’ve talked of
Movies, Music, Favorite Books, Writing them,
Love Letters, Good Morning, Hello, Poems at night,
Furry son, life and such, Pop Culture, Pokemon,
Have some fun, Yabbos, Nakedness, Money,
Pretty Clothes, Bedrooms, Lifestyle, Sex them up,
Wish List, Fucking, Dirty things, so I sing

I’ve offended there, man
I’ve offended there, man
Missing them but spared, man.
Who I am is squared, man.
But hearts are not repaired, man.
I’ve offended there.
I’ve offended there.

Well, I’ve Offended There Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 041 ~Will, You Button Up~

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The beginning of a new week and even now I don’t want to talk about it. Every word I say… at least tonight, I don’t have to bother with a poem. I’m also keeping my pants firmly buttoned, or tied, sweat pants. “Will, You Button Up”

Tuesday, August 11, 2020

Gospel 041 ~Will, You Button Up~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and that’s because I push buttons for a living. I have those of my characters, my customers; yours Cara mia. Funny, I should bring up Gomez Addams’s pet name for his wife. I ask you plenty of things, but today the question is, are you afraid? I know that I am. Now before I burst into a rendition of that’s all I ask of you, I have some demands. I would do Anything for Love, but I will not be made a fool of. My Love, you must have courage. What I am learning again is this. I will not beg.

You want to know what scares me? One day I’m going to return home and have to ring my own freaking doorbell. Baby girl, you know my views on cursing. Anyway, the point is I think someday you’ll go and change the locks on me and I don’t know why. It might be some other guy hell some girl than is buttoning up, my kids for school. The idea that my family might be taken away from me well. You’ve seen me with my Firstborn, and you know what I would do to protect every little hair on his head. It horrifies me, the thought of something happening to you, Baby Doll. Ask any friend, ask my father, who I hope you’ll never meet. When I say the word “always,” I mean it. Sticking with my musical motif, I would fight, lie, walk the wire, and die for you. Should I shut-up or button up?

One of my heroes, Dennis Hof, he talked about being “mother fucked.” Pardon my language, but what he said was that when a person betrayed him, they stopped existing. What if you asked me to give up my dreams? To send it all crashing down at the push of a button? My Love if with this life I did it “My Way,” I would never button my pants again. There is no way I would leave this bed being with you. Didn’t one of The Beatles pull that off? Which brings me to today or indeed last night. One more friend gone, blocked, deleted, gone. When I dared to speak of it, somebody else disappeared. Will I be a man of courage or a hard man to know? Will you say, “Will, You Button Up?”

I Will Have No Fear