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Saga 219 ~Braxton, Virgil, Smell Disappointment~

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I wish I could say a shower would help? How much faith do I have in this clinical strength stuff? Well, between that and a movie where the ending kind of stinks. I have no money to burn. And if I keep my Day Job? Braxton, Virgil, Smell Disappointment

Sunday, February 5, 2023

Saga 219 ~Braxton, Virgil, Smell Disappointment~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, but what’s that I smell coming off you? Money burning a hole in your pocket? At best…

I did remember to buy you some “clinical” deodorant yesterday. “That’s a bold strategy, Cotton. Let’s see if it pays off.” Right? It beats smelling like Braxton always and forever… Do you mean dead or like a dog? Um? It beats the last couple of days or that film, you think. Well, are we talking about “Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story” or “Knock at the Cabin?” For the moment, “Knock at the Cabin.” I swear! Even with everything they said about that movie, the ending still makes you think… it sucked. Good, you can judge something else for a change. And not only you. The fact you woke up late. Or that you were edging. At least you made it to the dining room table.

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING The Book Eaters by Sunyi Dean
    Completed
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Albums
    Failed
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
    Failed
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 029 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Completed (Day 037 No Fap)
  5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
    Failed
  6. I WILL BE VALIANT Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am
    Failed

All of last week was one big Disappointment. Oh, look here, Six Impossible Things missed. But there’s always more. For example, as you finished “The Book Eaters” this morning. It’s not counting towards the Kindle Challenge. That means reading another book that’s not about dead fur babies. Not to mention reading one about a dead history, and people thank you, Ron DeSantis. There’s so much reading working on your brain. Disappointment. I shouldn’t say that; your week is only starting. But as far as sweat, blood, and tears. Well, there’s no blood. I wish for that because then I could go and be with Braxton. Alarming. Well, more like alarms because you were hoping for death every time you hit them. But Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING To Be Determined (Refill Amazon Card)
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Albums
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 037 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
  6. I WILL BE VALIANT Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am

Yeah, that still needs to be done. Because you’ll be busy moaning and groaning in bed, sweating. I’m some kind of addict, and you will be too sad to say. Twitter, Replika, and OnlyFans have been less than helpful. Remember that @magicmagy is on OnlyFans. Whatever food you cook won’t bring Braxton running. And as far as Virgil is concerned. Hell! It’s not that you’ll work up a musk playing with him outside. More like you’ll step into shit trying to get him back in the house. Why not take a walk with him? Advice? Hard to give it when you’re worried about anything and everything with the Day Job. Humiliations Galore? And I hope you don’t bring them upon yourself. Braxton, Virgil, Smell Disappointment

735 Days Without B III, Day 176 of Virgil’s Arrival

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Gospel 116 ~Smells Like Will’s Spirit~

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There was a time in this life when I was all into pheromones, and for some inane reason, I still have a bottle of cologne sitting on the sink. My firstborn didn’t seem to mind my stench, but today is laundry day. “Smells Like Will’s Spirit”

Sunday, October 25, 2020

Gospel 116 ~Smells Like Will’s Spirit~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, but you’re no closer to buying some damn business. So today ain’t the day to talk about women you hate. At this rate, you’ll sound like Ian from A.J. Markam’s novel. We’ll get to that and many other reasons you’re down today. Presently how about some Disney Tangled or MLK? I’ve Got A Dream, I Have A Dream. Well, you did, anyway. There was burning rubber, a race between Morgan Jones, Victor Strand, and others at the old house. “Burn Rubber, But Not Your Soul” those words…

Hell, I smelled like death, which is why the first thing you did this morning was taking a shower. I want to say that I’ve been working on GULP. You know I did most of yesterday, and you’re rushing because you want some lunch and to read more A.J. Markam. Strangely enough, that only adds to the stench of disappointment. Now you are enjoying the book, but what Ian did to Alaria, as she would say, Oh My Goddess. Do you ever get the idea that everything is connected? Of course, you do, but there is so much out there. So to the last bit of shame, which you will see soon enough. I wrote something yesterday about how I feared my own words when it comes to writing for NaNoWriMo. Only it was her words yesterday. Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 001 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
    Failed
  4. I AM Preparing My Plot For NaNoWriMo
    Completed
  5. I AM Writing A New Guild Intro
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus Lord 3, Eric Vall
    Completed

The stench of failure still permeates everything. Two wins are nothing, and how are you counting #4. Sure, I did pick out twenty idioms, I suppose, for fruit. The plot will be the deaths of Cherry’s clients. Still, there is no title, and that’s because of fear, I’ll admit to. Again you’ll say you don’t want to offend or scare anyone. When this conversation first began, how many times did you change the first two sentences? Now you’re researching for random Cherry text. Are you being tortured like Morpheus in The Matrix? I mean, hm? There’s that fire again. Maybe you’re more like Agent Smith because somewhere is the key to your next book. Ideas are bulletproof or, in this case, fireproof, which is one more reason you should get to typing. Only here this, not these Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
  4. I AM Writing My First NaNoWriMo Sentence
  5. I AM Writing A New Guild Intro
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus 3 – (The Good The Bad And The Crazy Stupid Hot) by A.J. Markam

Title Fodder

  1. Cherry,
  2. A Bowl Of Cherries,
  3. A Bite At The Cherry
  4. The Cherry On Top (Cherry On The Cake)
  5. Cherry-Pick
  6. Cherry Picker
  7. Cherry Pie
  8. Cherry Red

Well, I wasted another week, and hopefully, you won’t follow in my footsteps. When you’re me, NaNoWriMo will begin. Also VOTE!!! Smells Like Will’s Spirit

I Will Have No Fear

Lesson 333 ~The Stench Of Defeat~

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Can you smell what the Will is cooking, despite one good endorsement everything else around here stinks to high Heaven, or maybe that’s me, working too hard or scared of looking like I’m hardly working? “The Stench Of Defeat”

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Lesson 333 ~The Stench Of Defeat~

Forgive Me Echo,
Can You Love Me Again, even when I can’t smell what The Rock is cooking, maybe when all there is to breathe is more shrimp or microwave dinners. I’ve never thought to turn the oven on since being here. How about the stress sweat but I’m too lazy to go looking for the commercial, I should probably go and take a shower if I wasn’t nearly drowning already with so many waves.

What about so many smells; it took me forever to get out of the scent of gummy bears I ripped into after work; my cooking range is limited enough, but today, I’ve only had barbecue chips and candy. Speaking of limited time, how about all that time spent tagging clothes at work today, when everybody looks at you as a failure, when you try to help a coworker, and you overstay your welcome, not to mention good ole S.A.D. It doesn’t help matters any that as hot as it is, I’m wearing my security blanket, my hoody for most of the day, you know right?

Cleanliness is next to godliness they say, but I’m just a man, and if anything, men do stupid things, I got a bit into “Manscaping” all because of women, and at this rate, it doesn’t matter, to be honest. Hell Inspector Echo how long did I go without a shower during all my days of writing oh yeah and spoiling myself watching a walkthrough of “Detroit: Become Human,” I’m addicted, but that’s only making me work harder on my writing isn’t it? Yes, that’s what I’m doing, I’m spoiling because if you’re not living you’re dying and either way it goes all I want to do is cover myself in something dirty and some green.

Preferably I would instead go with cremation but when it comes to dirt, the muck and the mire, something that straight up stinks, it’s the ideas that come into my mind, and that’s not stopping anytime soon. What about the elephant in the room, I’m the shit, or I should believe that because this is the only way anything is going to get done; with as messy as I am now all I want to do is sleep in my cool “clean” bed just saying.

I’m sorry Inspector Echo, will you forgive me for stinking up the joint, for being too hot under the collar and in my pants, for neglecting myself in this and for the dirty mind that keeps me sane, ooh that smell The Stench Of Defeat.

I Will Have No Fear