“What are you thinking” are scary words these days but I’m still keeping my mouth shut at work because if I didn’t, hell it would be worst than my Pinterest titles and those are making my head hurt. “Will Of It All”
What a difference a week makes, last time I was all set for one word “CONGRATULATIONS” despite everything and this one, three little words, not what you think, and that’s a warning if you want to continue. “The Devil’s Innocent Will” but me
At one point in life, I wanted to be a journalist when I couldn’t hack it “In The Navy” I became even more of a poet and stuck with it, then I started writing full-fledged stories, what became of those men. The Will Of Three but no writing this week.
Last week I talked about community property, and I’m still all for keeping what’s mine which for now is a whole lot of green, but I don’t trust in God, his servants or Trump’s government so what comes next? Making A Willing Investment
Now I have two heads that hurt, well one I should ignore if I stop gazing at pretty girls. Still, not counting it as porn, Pinterest, Instagram, Twitter, some fond memories on Messenger (drools). “The Book Of Will,” well I’m selling my soul
If you only knew how difficult this was to write, hell I would be better off talking about serial killers instead of being reminded of long ago wars, not Vietnam, now WWI or WWII I respect those soldiers but what about these men. The Story Will Move.
If I wanted the community behind me, let it be for one of my books and not my son’s cuteness, but they both have a bite, to be honest, and if I ever have two-legged children, hell I might be a smidge overprotective. “Wills Of The Community”
Now I know why I lounge around in bed all day and why they called Daria “The Misery Chick” thinking hurts and most people have nothing but small talk, the big question that rests on my shoulders though. “Ow Went Will’s Head.”
Is writing on your skin anymore personal than writing these things, only a thought but I write and should be reading every day, I owe myself a few tattoos, a published book, and Chinese for lunch but here I am. “Tit For Tat Will.”
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