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Log 214 ~Willie That’s A Series~

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Last week I thought it was the neighbor’s wall, then their satellite dish, something they have making that awful racket, now it could be my wall, the plumbing, or the plug outlet, so much reading on humming. Willie That’s A Series

Friday, January 31, 2020

Log 214 ~Willie That’s A Series~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but not much of a reader. If I were, I would tell you I finally read my latest novel. I might not be worried about what happened here today though My Dæmon is none the worse for wear. At this time I should be playing Far Cry 5 and telling you a story about a fish. When I woke up early today, I wanted to speak on ending that damn humming. Why can’t I tell you there are no more pains or scars? How about I wasn’t “late” to the Day Job? I defeated that infernal humming; no, only I’m alive.

Sometimes, that’s all you can say; I’m alive. The story of my life has yet to reach its end. Count your blessings, my motivations say, and again breathing is one. I had a good lunch today. For once, the kitchen isn’t a bloody mess because I woke up early to clean it. Excuse the language, I don’t think I’ve ever heard Cherry use the term “bloody,” but it sounds English. I’ve also had Game Of Thrones on Youtube. Pretty unwise, I did catch up on my sleep this afternoon. My Day Job wasn’t bad, though again, I got that question of what you’re doing here. I’ll give them credit for having the courage to ask me because I won’t ask myself. I’m listening to another playlist. I don’t have the money for Audible, but I still have Dennis Hof’s book.

His story ended years ago, but there is no shortage of tales in this world. One more reason I’m hesitant to finish Naughty Little Christmas somehow. From what I’ve read, this leads into a sequel and possibly another series. I’m more of a book traveler than a time-traveler, or I would like to believe. I want to learn something new every day, and isn’t that my rules, my writing reasons, things I’m grateful for, Lady Sophia? Indiana Gone is out there, starting a new chapter with her hubby. My other friends are moving forward, the best way they know-how. If anything, I’m stuck on the same page and that even opening my eyes is a victory. Let’s not start on my novels that are a series, and I have no idea how that happened, but the fact is I’m Alive.

How many copies of myself and Willie That’s A Series?

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Log 207 ~Run Boy Run, Will~

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If you’re looking back, you’re not focusing on what’s in front of you, that would be a vibrating wall, violent memories of a father, very creepy messages from my internet security, no wonder I sleep but still I know. Run Boy Run, Will?

Friday, January 24, 2020

Log 207 ~Run Boy Run, Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, as $375.00 is nothing. Well, that’s what I keep telling myself. The humming is nothing, the horniness, the hours spent doing, well, you guessed it, Lady Sophia. If I don’t mention it enough, I’m a time-traveler. Today is Wednesday, and I don’t even remember what I’m going to post today. There’s the adrenaline that comes from FEAR of my father. What about the aching that has gone away if you know what I’m saying, right? There is also the attitude that I thought I left behind in 2019, not so much.

So what is today’s story? I couldn’t possibly be talking about Naughty Little Christmas by Lili Valente. I haven’t gone near that book in weeks, so why do I pick up my iPad? The FEAR from yesterday hasn’t gone away. If anything, I should change my name to Sinestro. I’m fighting FEAR with Fear; Norton is scaring me to death, and so I focus on the humming in the walls. I’m almost used; I’ve nearly grown to; it’s becoming normal. Yeah, Grammarly is going to have a field day with that sentence. I only wanted to show that I can’t even be me anymore without a bunch of rules. I have to stay positive with everything Indiana Gone is going through. It’s wrong to talk to Cherry any particular way. M Anime is dealing with everything. A blessing somewhat I don’t speak to Okay anymore.

I’m losing myself to their stories. Now add the fact that somebody is out there trying to steal my story, my life. How I’m “running” around, but why do I spend all my time in bed. Lady Sophia, there is no place I want to be, and so you say that’s the exact point of books. As I tell M Anime all the time, it’s a vicious circle. I exist to keep existing. My motivations would say the reason for life is to be happy. What about How to Stop Worrying and Start Living by Dale Carnegie? He says to imagine the worst-case scenario, accept it, and move on from there. I lose everything my money, my models/mistresses/many “girlfriends,” my mom, and my mutt. No offense to my son, but I’m one for alliteration as always. Anyway, I’d forfeit the life I’m sitting here complaining about this very moment Sophia.

Gulp, Run Boy Run, Will.

I Will Have No FEAR

Log 200 ~Will On The Eyes~

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If I wanted a vision board, I need only look at my Pinterest subjects, or imagine how much cash it will take for me to start talking to the Man in the Mirror, and to a bunch of NPCs, I Am Legend. “Will On The Eyes.”

Friday, January 17, 2020

Log 200 ~Will On The Eyes~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so everything I see is green, short of jealousy. When I have that kind of money, to be honest, I’ll still want more. Today though, as Faith would have it, I want to tell you a different story. The one I wished to spin you, vanished when I opened my eyes after a long nap. Here’s a random thought, you know “THEY” say a specific “ACTIVITY” will make you go blind. Fighting against my addiction takes a lot out of me as well. At least I didn’t give up. Only it was tight, almost three weeks.

Speaking of things I needed to look up, Jacob’s Mountain Armed Convoy. After I watched them go down, I looked further and found Faith’s River Armed Convoy. Next came the destruction of Joseph’s statue, and heaving his and Faith’s book off the top of it. Oh, and one more death. I’m so busy writing stories out of bullets that I haven’t seen, A Naughty Little Christmas, for a few days. It’s so hard deciding whether I’m being down on myself or stating the facts. It’s true, but if I must justify it with something good, my motion sickness isn’t stopping me. I’m also writing from bed because something the neighbors have is emitting a hum through the wall. As I said, though, I had a good nap along with my furry and healthy dæmon son.

Well, that’s what the vet tells me though he didn’t much care for those three shots they gave him. I let them write a bill for $150.00 that I signed without question. Better a doctor, than some little monkey god; is that racist, more Far Cry 5 from Hurk. The things people write and then you have to read between the lines. The president is one for the blind, except in his hotels. Blind loyalty, followers, and isn’t justice blind? Okay so that is a bit too deep for today, didn’t I want to tell you a story. I’m not censoring myself, but I have to stay on the up and up. Not only with being positive, but you know how people are in this world. I can’t tell you about how I saw some blonde cheerleader and had to leap from bed before something?

Looking into the mirror, then at Cherry, then to the floor, Will On The Eyes.

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Log 193 ~The Best Will Ever~

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I’m still looking towards an incredible future, like that old diddy Thirteen Women (And Only One Man In Town) yeah, and one’s the subject of every novel I write, and my first poem. The Best Will Ever, yeah

Friday, January 10, 2020

Log 193 ~The Best Will Ever~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, with no one to leave my money to at this point. No, I’m not suicidal, and focusing on the positive, I’m avoiding one bad habit. Of course, you know what habit that is; I’m going on Day 13. Is that also the reason that I’m sitting at the dining room table today? When I become that NYT Bestselling Brothel Owner, I’m sure this table will be worth a fortune. I’ll also have a family besides my little dæmon, but time travel is a tricky thing, Sophia.

Talking to you is today or rather “Wednesday” I’m still two days ahead. I’m not cynical, but today is about pain Lady Sophia. You’re the one woman in my life this second that isn’t the cause. Well, I could always give you form, or did I do so, once before. I tell myself I’m a writer, so I don’t forget myself. At this rate, I could use CliffsNotes when it comes to myself. Now does that explain why I repeat myself so often, take my novels, for example. Every single story, the main “CLONE” ends up running a Cathouse in one way or another. We also have my library, which is mostly from the erotica genre. Are you noticing a pattern, Lady Sophia? Yeah, Madam Justice, Dear Future Wife, Inspector Echo, Dirty Diana, you, Lady Lu. Then there’s the man in the mirror, owner, operator.

Knowing me, I’ll end up leaving everything I have to some woman. Not my mom or my sister, though, would money change anything. Even if it did, if that’s what brought them to the fold. The fact that I can say I want a daughter gives rise to the idea that I am a good man. I want a man that could love like me, now that didn’t sound creepy at all. One more reason I write apocalyptic tales, there’s nowhere to run to in the world. Any port in a storm right Lady Sophia? Well, people love God, and he knows everything, but here I stand surrounded by people who know nothing. Brothels, a bombed-out world, and broadcasting everything to only myself. These are the elements of my stories. No wonder I tell so many from the comfort of a warm bed most nights.

It’s not my death bed Lady Sophia, that’s the point of this year. Someday I’ll be The Best Will Ever.

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Log 138 ~Will Crosses The Streams~

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There was a song that said if I could save time in a bottle, well I’d be wasting it anyway like this morning; I had two days, that could be well over 9000 thousand words for NaNoWriMo, trying to stay above the line. Will Crosses The Streams

Saturday, November 16, 2019

Log 138 ~Will Crosses The Streams~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so why not invest in Disney+, Apple TV, HBO, Netflix, etc.

If I did, I would still spend the whole morning sleeping the day away. Can I stay positive, if just for one day? Well, what have I accomplished, only walking My Dæmon? I got something in my stomach, Nachos with Queso, the breakfast of champions?

I’m not going to lie; it’s as if I’m in Death’s flow of the river like Sabriel. How I miss reading, and of course, my writing is suffering for it, Lady Lu. Connecting characters from Apocalypse Rush and The “Wrist” Of Playing Chrono. It’s like the original Star Wars trilogy with no mention of the Sith, and then oh, that’s what you call the Dark Side. Well, it’s not all bad if I can compare my piece of work to such classics. I could be crossing the line though between genius and insanity. If anything, I need to cross the line, the threshold of the bedroom door. What about a path of consciousness from between my lips? At the Day Job, I keep telling myself that a manager here or there, an employee, do cross bounds. I can’t even tell you about that right now, and why is that Lu.

“Family-Friendly,” “Decency,” and I’m starting to hate the term “Snowflake.” Of course, with my car freezing over every day, that has other connotations. How about the fact that I’m hot and cold at the same time? Wasn’t that clunky to say, but that’s the thing, everybody telling me how to write or what. Even my book characters are being quite disagreeable. I’m ready to throw my hands up, but I’m past the point of no return. I never got that phrase until I was traveling, and I haven’t been on the highway since. Could that explain how I’m feeling now, going with the flow, but I’m underwater, again like the title Sabriel. Between talking to you, I’m trying to knock out some emails, and every time the next one comes, I have to stop writing.

Wanting to write and at the same time, caught up in everything else, and I’m still sitting in bed. I’ll move when I get to a thousand words, and of course, I can’t focus on one task at a time, not me. NaNoWriMo demands The “Wrist” of Playing Chrono, not much time. Four thousand six hundred more words today, Lady Lu, Will Crosses The Streams.

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Episode 362 ~You Writing A Will~

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I’ve never been the hero of my story and no wonder I’m so tired, writing what everyone else would make me out to be; the difference between enjoying writing and hating myself for it daily. “You Writing A Will?”

Friday, June 28, 2019

Episode 362 ~You Writing A Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Millionaire right now, but I want to leave my future family with more. Yesterday I was 51% Dead 49% Living, well I did talk to Dirty Diana. If anything I was only alive from the time it took me to turn into Leonard from Big Bang Theory: A XXX Parody. No, I didn’t watch it, but that hasn’t stopped me from wasting valuable “sexual” energies on other things. Am I still going on and on about my Pinterest boards? 120 Sections, that’s 119 girls the last being chicks tied up in ribbons and sashes.

I’ve said it before the true stories of depravity, desire, and deviants, always get me going. Fucked Up I know (LANGUAGE). Speaking of which I might go to see Avengers: Endgame again with all the extras. I want to be the man that finishes what he starts, but that too would be put in the fiction section. These days Lady Sophia the story is, I wake up, work if I must, sleep, and come up with dirty names for women. Of course, that wouldn’t matter if I was a woman or I was looking at millions. Could my compilation of poetry get me those millions? Of course, I take a look at my Enormous Penis. Talk about having some positivity today. I have pants on finally; it’s payday, B III is his usual self. Don’t say I’m never grateful for the things I do have.

I have naughty ideas for my next story though the last novel I wrote remains nameless. It’s impressive when I can come up with all sorts of names. Teaching Tight Tatum, Atop Amateur Ashton, Misunderstood Missionary Megan (Homer drools). I’ll own that brothel yet and make Dennis Hof proud. Hell, I’ll know infamy like Jimmy Stephens. I don’t bother with my “father,” but that’s something I can’t bring myself to erase, his friend request. His story would play out better than the two men I mentioned. Family man, the beautiful wife, paying for a Ne’er-do-well son, churchgoer, upstanding American. No, I will instead be a brothel-owning, babe banging, model hiring, Republican. Trying to stay out of jail, that is winning.

I want to write a story of a dream made a reality, I’ll tell it in print, in checks, contracts, covers, and of course NDA’s. For now, though my life needs a few edits. You ask, You Writing A Will.

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Episode 348 ~The Will Of Three~

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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.

Friday, June 14, 2019

Episode 348 ~The Will Of Three~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Millionaire right now. Only if I were to tell you the story of how I made my first million? Yes, I’m a bit fuzzy on that part, and I can’t blame other stories either. I’m reminded a bit of school when the answer was always I don’t want to talk about it to everybody.

Of course, my stories these days center around my three biggest sins. Again we start with LUST; I’ve been working on my virtual harem the past few days. Still not counting it as porn, Pinterest. You’re not Inspector Echo but again a sin that got me kicked off. I’ve lost myself in one of my heroes lately dying to know how he started up. If it’s not that, it’s The Handmaid’s Tale, why do I find that show so sexy? I guess anything can be when you’re on NO FAP and these days are rough. Strangely though my anger has again stayed squarely with me though I’m sure I frightened two more women. One more reason to make money but we will get to that. I haven’t even read a whole lot of Beauty in the Broken, and it’s great. No, I’m busy deciding between Madeline Brewer’s singing and Sydney Sweeney being the good girl.

Bad boys get good girls, which brings me to my GREED as always. I did get to share a story about B III since he got his nails trimmed. Speaking of sharing the wealth I did donate to a cause but not because of it. No, I’m still running around playing Trump saying that’s the way the world is. Luckily for me, I’m not taking over yet. I wish I could say I was only helping a friend, yeah a woman I saw naked once upon a time. Couldn’t I make more money if I published my book? No Lady Sophia I haven’t thought about Outskirts Press to be cheated.

The world is full of remarkable stories and didn’t I bring up Trump. Now that’s the same old story; white men get away with everything. I don’t mean to get racial considering my views on Interracial Sex. If anything that’s the least of my problems, same as LBGTQ. Love stories are all the same, so why bother with my SLOTH? I have so many tales Lady Sophia, you know that but The Will Of Three.

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Episode 341 ~The Story Will Move~

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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.

Friday, June 7, 2019

Episode 341 ~The Story Will Move~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Millionaire right now, and as I said, it will move to a billion, then a trillion. The word will become something I’ve never heard or can let alone pronounce. As much as I like writing, it’s like I’m living in “1984” seeking their eradication. “The Handmaid’s Tale” yet again? Today I was reading up on the “Sons Of Jacob.” Excuse me the Republican Party, speaking of being silenced by YouTube. Now don’t hate me My Lady, but I agree in these days we must be FEARFUL of our words.

Now yes I’m a sellout, I’m up for selling any word that moves me ahead. Benjamin Franklin, Ulysses S. Grant, Andrew Jackson, talk about forward. There are reasons though I know Carlos Simon-Timmerman, Jimmy Stephans, Bill Clinton ha. Why I aspire to be Dennis Hof, Larry Flynt, Hugh Hefner, what about Jimmy again? Donald Trump is the worse, but I don’t hate him for sleeping with porn stars and playmates. Indeed, Lady Sophia of the crimes I know, “speaking” about women well it depends. I’ve said it before, he speaks of destroying souls, his hate seeks to engulf the world.

His story takes us back as the narrator said in the Twilight Zone of those who want to turn the Earth into a graveyard. You know I am one even to check my language. Only like the word LOVE, swearing is far too often. Lies are as well, and fiction isn’t lying, for a time it is somebody’s truth we can share. It’s why I’m a poet, a novelist; I am going to be published. The truth will set you free, but somehow it’s like moving to a zoo. You can only go so far, Lady Sophia. So where will my words take me? Again Everything and Everywhere to Everyone

What about everyone, Mr. Timmerman was arrested for “Little Lupe the Innocent.” Jimmy Stephens took a hit for True Teen Babes. Bill Clinton faced impeachment for a bit because of an intern’s blowjob. Dennis Hof owned brothels. Larry Flynt took bullets for interracial pornography. Hugh Hefner got the Playboy Mansion. Jimmy again set the stage for beautiful young women. Not one of these men did any harm, Clinton was President, and now we got Trump. I’m not looking to move into the White House or a prison cell. I ride words, The Story Will Move.

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Episode 334 ~Tit For Tat Will~

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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.”

Friday, May 31, 2019

Episode 334 ~Tit For Tat Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Millionaire right now. How I long to tell you the story of how I made my first million. Two hundred thousand people having faith in me seems unbelievable. Like telling myself, B III will live forever or the fact that I even woke up.

If excuses were stories, I would be all over the place. I meant to read Think And Grow Rich; it’s been two days. I should have read these words already, but I couldn’t get to my table. How about writing down all the promises to myself. The UNIVERSE is so much the better storyteller. Giving me exactly what I’m thinking about, be it “Knock Knock” (2015) with Keanu Reeves. “Tape” with Isabelle Fuhrman and some rather tantalizing topics on IMDB. Still not counting it as PORN because it’s IMDB. It’s not like I’m looking up “Dirty Movies” like I said Cherry wanted me to watch a movie. A classic after I read the book, not that I’m blaming her. I think I’ve done enough to her as she’s reading “Sick Fux” she’s getting dirty looks.

I’m sure I would see one in the mirror if I cared to look. This whole post would be nothing but lists if Triple B didn’t need to go out. So I grabbed a pen and paper on my way back to bed. Should I be telling you the story of how lazy I am? Yesterday was Unload. This morning after I did my morning routine, I promptly fell back asleep. That is another story a sex dream. I think I know who the girl was, and I could find her in my collection. Only that would be a step too far. I mean Patreon will ruin my porn free streak, (I only saw her topless for a second). Regardless of what Brainbuddy thinks. Clearing my collection away would be watching pornography and would set me right back at one.

At least I’m not telling you I failed, which I did in the dream. Now the only reading I’m doing is the time on the clock and a Chinese menu. On top of dollars and let’s go ahead and call it a million bucks. The next will come when I pick a title for my new book, and I’ll start getting tattoos to remember them all. “Tit” meant something else right; Tit For Tat Will.

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Episode 227 ~B III Will Shatter~

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Again another butchery but I am going to see a horror movie, and the only thing I ever baked was a cookie, and my little boy can’t have that; Happy Birthday B III, finally got your birthday picture. “B III Will Shatter.”

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Episode 227 ~B III Will Shatter~

Forgive Me Echo,
How To Make One Million Dollars; well women and children first, and I do mean saving lives. Because despite my reading and let’s save fascination with the female form I am not so corrupt or forgetful. So Happy Birthday to my son, my little boy B III.

With that noted, I’ve been fucking up (language please) but ask the man in the mirror. I brought up reading, and something that truly terrifies me. These people that leave their babies in the car and now have to know to put something “important” in the backseat. I confessed to “Indiana Gone,” I thought I left B III outside once. Of course, he was safe and sound inside but the fact I’m rushing into the backyard yelling for him. He’s my child, I love him more than pancakes, and there hasn’t been a moment he needed something I haven’t provided. Today though, I went to take our birthday picture, and my phone was screwy, and what the holy hell is wrong with me. I was ready to drive anywhere to repair it today. I bought a new case; I nearly had a heart attack taking off the former screen protectors.

Which leads me to sin number two, I wouldn’t have noticed. I take care of Triple B, I have dropped my phone, once in years, and we’ll get to women. What about me; I swear between being late for work, my teeth, and everything else I was on edge. This morning it felt like everything was tearing at the seams. I went through my whole motivational playlist trying to keep going. Asleep on my feet and if I was awake it was because I was mad as Hell. Now my mind’s brokenness isn’t anything new but watching my body fall apart, and I don’t care at all. Why, because I’m worried about my damn phone? Wanting a PS4, of course, B III earned fries, the movie I have yet to see, Happy Death Day 2U.

So now we have women that I continue to make the same mistakes perpetually. Yesterday I had hoped but whatever, and then, of course, there’s the restarting of my writing — fact vs. fiction and how it makes me feel. For example, “Lolita” was the most boring thing ever and I owe yet another review. My heart broke for Whitney Wright “Prom Night.” I read this “statement” from “Courtwithconfidence.” It’s sickening what she experienced but here’s the sin. A novel, a porno, a real-life horror story… I was hot and bothered. So that’s why I ask forgiveness today; I don’t care to save myself, that was my thought at the day job. I study people, but the thing about my son, he’s strong. I’m looking for a girl I suppose who has such innocence and yet such a fire inside her. Only here I am falling apart over a phone camera. If somehow I treated myself, everyone, and life to the concept B III Will Shatter.

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