Why does anybody read a specific magazine? I keep getting ads for Us Weekly, and while I cleaned the house, I threw a year’s worth of them away. I feel bad about not recycling them, but a particular lie makes me feel worse. “For The Articles Willie.”
Friday, September 25, 2020
Gospel 086 ~For The Articles Willie~
Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but how many of my role models are? Role Models, ROLE MODELS. Excuse me, Lady Sophia, but yet again, it hasn’t been forty-eight hours of NO FAP. So I’m thinking about that blondie from the UK. Geez, if I had to explain all my pop culture references. To be able to do it without embarrassing anybody else or me. You know I keep coming back to AHEM, why I was kicked off Pinterest. I suppose a few… right, a lot of my board titles crossed the line. Still, dear Lady Sophia SIGH, “It’s What I Do.”
Yesterday I talked to “someone” on Whisper and quoted the story “The Scorpion and the Frog.” It’s one of my faves, and that’s without any Yabbos; we’ll get there. Now in my quest not to write, I had an epiphany. What I write hurts people, myself, both, it just goes. Unlike the dictator of the USA, I’m excited to learn. Only this morning, I read another story about “The Scorpion and The Turtle.” It’s a lot like the first story. Still, in this version I researched, the Scorpion tries to sting the turtle, but he can’t. A turtle’s shell, right? Another reason I want to become a writer, I’m looking for my turtle? Well, that brings up ghastly thoughts of Mitch McConnell. Didn’t I say everything I write hurts? You sit down at your keyboard and bleed. Nobody wants to carry that weight, Lady Sophia.
This is why while I enjoy looking at Whitney Wright’s Yabbos, the story of Prom Night. Uh, I want to write like that, Lady Sophia. Could be, I want to say dirty words and have nobody complain. I say often, words have power, unlimited power. Entertaining the masses, more like people who would never admit to knowing my name. I’m not ashamed to confess I picked up a Playboy here or there. When they brought back nudity, Dennis Hof’s passing, oh, and Eileen Kelly. She’s incredible but wanted her naked. At the same time, I can’t get through a chat without mentioning Yabbos. Hell, this morning, I was trying to remember my Pinterest board. “Kleenexing Knockers… fill in the blank.” One-day, Lady Sophia, I’ll be carried everywhere. By teenage boys in backpacks, married men in phones, and naughty ladies’ nightstands.
From whence comes my inspiration, but you know the answer. Well, For The Articles Willie
I Will Have No Fear