Gospel 051 ~Willy, My Muse Too~

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