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Log 117 ~Will’s Week Of Worries~

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I didn’t make my bed today, but strangely enough, I made it to the loveseat and have been sitting here ever since wondering why anyone would want to steal my throne, some T and A as Ice Cube puts it maybe. “Will’s Week Of Worries”

Saturday, October 26, 2019

Log 117 ~Will’s Week Of Worries~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now and not white, so still, I worry. Okay, so I don’t mean to get all racial out the gate. Even at this stage in the game, I would give anything to have peace of mind. Of course, you know what that means, like last night, porn. Well, more so modeling and not mine but Teen Starlet. I’ve also been testing out DVDs and computer games, The Eternal, Casual Romance Club, Virgin Roster. Cherry is probably sick of me wanting to see her naked, but this week.

Last week I was in Rockford, Illinois, getting ready for Indiana Gone’s wedding. You know that old saying about spilled milk and all, but I do regret not dancing with her still. At least all that kept me from a huge concern? What, 1500 miles, getting lost, laughed at, loser noticed wasn’t terrible? Of course, my Firstborn is always a major worry. Not to sound like Alpha but, he’s my son, he’s my baby. The Day Job is a mix of hating everyone and listening to Dale Carnegie. We could talk about money Lady Lu. I’m only now beginning to rebuild, and what about next year. Oh, what about when I asked A&W about our co-worker he is always hanging with these days. There’s also Little A, who I didn’t have the nerve to tell him to “Fuck Off” (LANGUAGE). He gets the point because he did so anyway. Welcome to my life Lady Lu.

Should I be welcoming someone else? You remember while I was on my journey I got an alert from Norton, I got another yesterday. How I wish life were a video game with the danger music so I would know. Well, I guess I’m getting that, but I don’t know what began the alert. It could be my traveling, the same reason I don’t go to the library anymore. I look up plenty of “stuff & thangs” but who, what, when, where, and why. How about somebody wanting to see sexy girls, and here I am paying for “porn” ahem models. It’s a fearful time Lady Lu, but I haven’t noticed a change in anything. If it is a paying service, what was the delay? You know I’ve wished I was dead a million times, but I’ll be damned if somebody steals my life (LANGUAGE).

Whoa, Will’s Week Of Worries.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 111 ~Will In The 1500s~

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I’m living in another time as another man, and don’t ask me about 1500 unless you’re talking about the miles traveled in two days of my life, but where does one even find the time. “Will In The 1500s,” and more

Sunday, October 20, 2019

Log 111 ~Will In The 1500s~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, but would that be enough to fix you? Will, there are so many things I want to say right now. I understand, though, you are exhausted after your journey. Now before you go bawling your eyes out as per usual, I want you to know something. I’m proud of you. I want you to see all that you have accomplished before you let something like SOL get you down. From Thursday to right here and now, who would have thought you were capable? Fuck your feelings (LANGUAGE); let’s deal with facts, don’t we always.

You traveled over 1500 miles total, here to Rockford. Will you crossed paths with people from all walks of life. In a strange city, with only one friend, “The Bride” you went about, well not living. Do you see how quickly negatively enters? Anyway, you went to a wedding. Instead of being embarrassed and yes there was a bit of that, you regret not dancing. You finally hooked up that dashboard, smartphone holder for the trip back. How many of your fears did you look square in the eye and say, “Bring It On.” You found the strength you never knew you had, and you pushed forward. Not to say that the trip wasn’t without losses, but even now, you’re making a plan. Tomorrow you’ll bring your Firstborn back to the house. Alas, there’s always this Will Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 002 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Firstborn Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Going To Survive The Week
    Completed
  6. I AM Finishing “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”
    Failed

Number Five, the most significant accomplishment, you’re not dead. Okay, let’s bring on the misery. Everything you brought for two days, and you’re upset with losing a damn shirt. It was your favorite NaNoWriMo T-Shirt, but still. Hell, how many traffic laws did you break on all those highways? You wouldn’t get up on time, and searching for a loss shirt made you later than getting to Rockford. The house doesn’t look ransacked, but you would know everything about hiding things. Even now, we’re still talking, and what time is it now? I could go on forever and a day about things you did wrong, or more like think you did. It’s all in the past. Don’t worry; I won’t ask you to look up the 1500s. You’re no longer a history buff except when oh yeah 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 Firstborn Deserves
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Reducing My Inbox To Zero
  6. I AM Finishing “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”

Again I’m so proud, but you’re still worried about 1500 problems that could happen. There’s Past, Present, and Future but ending, Will In The 1500s.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 110 ~Nice Day For Will~

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Is it sad that lying in bed and going to my friend’s wedding sound equally appealing but 750+ miles, like the movie Only The Strong one way or another I’m getting in that car and driving another three miles? Nice Day For Will

Saturday, October 19, 2019

Log 110 ~Nice Day For Will~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and it’s a nice day for a white wedding. Well, how Indiana Gone tells it, more for a Hawaiian dress. She’s Lilo, and she found her Stitch. In honor of today, I want to keep things positive. Talk about the impossible right, sore foot, forgot my chain, spilled food in bed, no condoms, and so on.

I’m still worried about the house’s many flips from my father. Norton is getting on my nerves. My son is in the hands of strangers, getting his heart meds. What about the drive back, that’s no fun, not at all.

Even now, Lady Lu, I’m getting ready to drive over to the venue. Yes, I’m a control freak, and I have to make sure I can make it there and back. We’re talking three miles when I drove over 750 in one day. What about leaving all my stuff here, but I don’t trust any damn body (LANGUAGE). Did I offend The Bride last night, between my foot, forgetfulness, and fatigue? At least I won’t have to worry about dinner tonight, but I’ve barely kept anything down. I’m all for Subway and helping my fellow man, but I still threw away half a sub. So is that it, am I done complaining? I only want to get it all out before I head into this wedding this afternoon. I should smile my fucked-up smile (LANGUAGE). I did text M. Anime back and got myself ready to go. Lady Lu with today well, This Is It.

Funny, I think of Michael Jackson; I owe The Bride a dance. The weather is nice, and again with my foot, it doesn’t hurt so much. The bed here is comfy, and I did get a bit of breakfast. Now that was something I didn’t dare to do at the Courtyard by Marriott. I should feel like I’m ready to take on the world, well 750 miles of it, right. Even talking to you right now because I’m sure I’ll be entirely out of it by tonight. No drinking and driving Lady Lu; besides I drank with Indiana Gone once, one glass of wine, and I’m a lightweight. Later that night and that morning I was praying at the Porcelain Altar. Okay, I’m going to have fun today, I’m going to be SHUDDERS Happy. You should add “Merge” to my lists of dirty words, Luna.

Today, Nice Day For Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 104 ~What Paper WILL Do~

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Every day I ask myself what I want to write tomorrow; I suppose that’s why my blog is no good, too busy living in the past, and the future, but hell, I was up at six, and only my furry kid is next to me. “What Paper Will Do?”

Sunday, October 13, 2019

Log 104 ~What Paper WILL Do~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I’m never going back again. Neither are you, being that boy who thought $200.00 was enough. Hell for $300.00, you wanted a little ass and nice tits. Will that was only eight years ago, and you know what you’ve feared ever since. Just takes two little words, “you’re fired.” One more reason you’re a writer, you’ve seen what the right paper can do with the wrong words. The right paper, the right time, but the wrongest words possible. Is Negan a suitable role model these days?

Anyway, after those school days were done, why should you fear any writing? Let’s start with how you ended last night, the Governor, aka Fandom Spotlite correcting me about Fair Use. If anything, I’m ashamed I sounded like Trump both not knowing or straight-up lying. Now I brought up school, and grades didn’t lie. Yes, you know you can’t live in the past, but that’s the thing. I go walking into a store, and still, people look at me “strange,” and then they have to speak. STUPID is still a dirty word and FAILURE is worst than Fuck (LANGUAGE). Of course, we have this list of six impossible things that you look at every single week. It never goes away, and even now, you wonder what you’re going to do now. Well, 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 Firstborn Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Preparing For Indiana Gone’s Wedding
    Completed
  6. I AM Finishing “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”
    Failed

Number five for the win and the bare minimum. It’s no secret even now you’re a scrooge and still so hoity-toity. Grandma might have had a point about your pride. Make no mistake; you deserve five-stars. Nevertheless, you’re willing to settle for three, Courtyard By Marriott. Now you’ll go for two as green paper trumps reviews. Again you could be wrong because your comfort is one thing but spare no expense for your Firstborn. Why not bring him along than leaving him with strangers? The place could have five stars and still wouldn’t be good enough for him. On the other side, you have never succeeded in being the father he deserves. Every piece of paper has called you a failure or the person writing is a liar. Only you are with 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 Firstborn Deserves
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Going To Survive The Week
  6. I AM Finishing “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”

I know what I want from you. Will, you know what you want from yourself. It’s never a secret, it’s here and black and white. You understand the power above everything What Paper Will Do.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 103 ~Will’s Super Toy Run~

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What’s the game plan, but even now I only want to sleep; what is it about sex and horror as the song goes that wakes me up and at the same time exhausted me unless you have unlimited access aka money. Will’s Super Toy Run, or not?

Saturday, October 12, 2019

Log 103 ~Will’s Super Toy Run~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so you figure I’d be happier. After getting the car fixed Thursday, I had that brief inkling of being a successful adult. I said sometime this week that money turns me on. Of course, beautiful women as well. Is there anything sexier than good men that can handle their business? The only time I bother to look at myself in the mirror. Hell Lady Lu, I would trade my face for the wallet of dude that does Naughty Midwest Girls. How about whoever does hentai games like Hentai Key, Virgin Roster, and one I can’t thunder.

The only thing that should be loud today is my fingers hitting keys. Don’t I wish, but there will be crinkling dollars and dropped coins. I’m headed into the home stretch trying to be a good man and a terrific friend. Doesn’t that mean stop wanting to offer MILF Dos money and stop looking for models for now? Nope another found me only yesterday, but I’m not putting up another ad on Craigslist for a while. It was like entering a contest; “There’s a thousand pretty women waitin’ out there,” as Elvis sang. I’m not that old Lady Luna. I am old enough to remember Nickelodeon’s Super Toy Run. Was that once a year maybe but Supermarket Sweep was on the daily. Honestly, though, what do I need today to get where I’m going soon?

  1. Red Dress Shirt, Black Pants, A Pair Of Shoes
  2. Portable Battery
  3. Supplies For My Firstborn
  4. Groceries For The Week or Weak
  5. Something I Might Want To Get Laid In hmm
  6. Wedding Gift For Friend
  7. Holder For My Smartphone

You know how I am with my list, but this one I can’t ignore? I should have said that an hour or so ago all the alarms I ignored. Sunday to Friday, making money, and wouldn’t my book be a fix-it button. Right now, I’m like Hey Arnold in that episode, “The List.” How badly do I want to show off my age today? There was a time the Toy Run would be the best day ever, or when I thought $200.00 would make me a king. Again when I’m not admiring model agents, guys who have young women shoot porn, or brothel owners, I’m only a man. I wish I could buy a bunch of stuff to play with; someone, Will’s Super Toy Run.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 097 ~To Trip Up Will~

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One foot in front of the other or let’s say burn rubber but not your soul: sometimes I wish I had a motorcycle, but this is coming from a man that never learned how to ride a kid’s bike and now road trip “To Trip Up Will.” Hm

Sunday, October 6, 2019

Log 097 ~To Trip Up Will~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and you could use a private jet. At least you’re honest about things like this. Unlike those that preach their own Prosperity Gospel. One of the things that trip you up as a businessman, you don’t lie. How many times, did I mention Dennis Hof last week? Anyway, either he told the truth, or he said nothing.

First things first, you have to start getting ready for “Indiana Gone’s Wedding.” Here’s a confession, you’ve never taken a road trip before. What about this one to your Firstborn? He’s not coming along. Now, this will be the second time you’ve left him, and the first wasn’t voluntary. You don’t lie, and the reason you had to leave him was because of THEM. The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline. Only yesterday, well today (Saturday), I was talking about the things that get me into trouble. One chat with those people, and everything was gone. You’re scared to death about going to this shindig. Still, Indiana Gone is like a sister to you and your Firstborn’s aunt or godmother. It’s an adventure, like Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 041 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 001 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” B III Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Gaining One Patron Or One Model For Patreon
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing Again, The Art of the Pimp: One Man’s Search for Love, Sex, and Money
    Completed

Yes, sitting at one, but that’s not hard to say. What about this, my beef with Suicide Prevention. Long story short, grandma died, and my “father” said I was going to the funeral. You starved yourself for three days before seeking out help. The police show up. Well, what happened next SIGH. You’re spending two months and change at roach-infested InTown Suites (SHUDDERS). Hell if you didn’t want to die before and of course there’s more to that story. You learned a lot of lessons, but no, you weren’t born but somehow tripped into life.

I didn’t mean to be so depressing, but the point of all this is the starting line. Will this is the first trip you have chosen to take. Every other trip has been an accident of some kind. From the job, you fell into, to the work that some would see you hell-bound. How your Firstborn won’t allow you to fall ever. What about the 98%? You can’t trust your Olds, your managers, A&W, potential models, anyone else? No wonder you spend most of your life on your knees. For damn sure you’re of no service to god. Only Will, you got 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” B III Deserves
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Preparing For Indiana Gone’s Wedding
  6. I AM Finishing “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”

You’ll have to run and drive. To Trip Up Will

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Log 096 ~Alpha, Omega And Will~

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The week before it was the Day Job, last week I needed to be a CEO, and this week, well with every Saturday it’s therapy with a bit of dream interpretation; beware hot brunettes, a new Asian girl, sex in general ha. “Alpha, Omega, And Will”

Saturday, October 5, 2019

Log 096 ~Alpha, Omega And Will~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and for once, I wasn’t dreaming for more. How am I ever supposed to stay motivated if I keep speaking like this, Lady Lu? I write the truth, and even Dennis Hof said, people, don’t change. Now I wonder is that what my dream was about last night. Now the Walking Dead starts tomorrow among other things. You remember Alpha don’t you but more so Lydia (Cassady McClincy). Here I am, with my weakness for a hot young brunette as always.

Once upon a time, it was Asian women. Now, this is more of a story for “Dirty Diana.” When I decided to “Come Up and Try My New Parts,” it was thanks to Victoria’s Secret catalogs. Still, it was something so “exotic about Asian women. My first real crush was Tina Nguyen (Tram-Anh Tran) from Ghostwriter. Sex and writing were tied up from an early age. When the Internet was born, one of my first searches was Princess Ayeka naked. Hell, that’s how I discovered Hentai. Now I’m a grown-ass man (LANGUAGE), and I’m still into Zone-Tan, the Hentai Key Girl, and Back Alley Hooker. Somehow I thought I moved on when I got “deep” ha into brunettes. Let me say again I believe all dreams contain messages, meanings, and the very best moans. So last night, it was an erotic smorgasbord of Asian women. I wake up this morning to discover Lydia has some Asian lineage inside her too.

Before I make a specific dick joke (LANGUAGE…), why is any of this important? You know I study dreams trying to prevent disaster. I talked about the new book I was reading that says you must live in Day-Tight Compartments. It also tells one to acknowledge the worst that can happen; you can move forward. My problem is I see the worse of others always. I then do things and think, oh fuck (LANGUAGE), for the tiniest “crimes.” Lady Luna it’s one reason I feel grimy. It’s my dirty dreams about Lydia, ravishing many hentai girls, and of course Maitland Ward. How about sexual Pinterest names for Olivia Holt? There was one particular redhead I had a board for, and I got so frightened I changed the name. Oh yeah, and locked it down too.

The beginning of life might be the end, meaning sex. Dreaming Alpha, Omega, And Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 090 ~Will Build A Lot~

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Last week I may myself a judge and coming into this week, I’m trying so very hard to stay positive with a few career paths for consideration, of course there is always me in the parking lot of the Day Job questioning why. “Will Build A Lot”

Sunday, September 29, 2019

Log 090 ~Will Build A Lot~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now; see I told you I was going to change that. Now there is plenty you should change. Your job, your attitude, hell your whole damn life (LANGUAGE). Only as the title suggests you’re not changing anything, you’re building. Donald Trump slept with pornstars, and you still don’t want to be him. Last night I was sitting there thinking about the man I am. The man that potential model lost interest in when it comes to the GULP project. On everything, I love I’m a writer but then again a job change Will.

Today you feel sort of like a zombie. If it’s one type of monster, you respect it’s the living dead. Walkers don’t stop, they only hunger for flesh, and you have to stop the brain for them to find peace. All of yesterday and this morning you keep thinking what you did wrong. What about becoming a private investigator? You don’t believe in hunting animals but knowing about people? Now isn’t that the great question but you need to know you first. “THEY,” say you can understand a person by their friends which by, last count is two. There is also the idea of becoming a museum curator. You like looking over beautiful things, relics of the past and or the future. The library around here is decent, but you would send another girl running. Speaking of stories, why not try another Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 034 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Completed (Day 041 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” B III Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Gaining One Patron Or One Model For Patreon
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing Again, The Art of the Pimp: One Man’s Search for Love, Sex, and Money
    Failed

I know you have a thing for routine but ridiculous. Back to one and you’re barely hanging on with that possibility. It’s like a bookstore with no customers and hell no books seeing as how you’re working on GULP still. If I’m honest, working retail sucks unless you’re a salesman the likes of Dennis Hof. How about all the collections you want to buy and tomorrow is the day. People talk about retail therapy, but what do you want? Erotic books, research materials, and women. Yeah you’re more a retail anatomy type of guy. The STUPIDEST thing is all these jobs. Infection, spying, pretty collections, a business in the ground and more women. At this rate you could become president, but you stick to being a parking lot attendant with the same Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 034 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” B III Deserves
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Gaining One Patron Or One Model For Patreon
  6. I AM Finishing Again, The Art of the Pimp: One Man’s Search for Love, Sex, and Money

When are they leaving, when will you stop paving paradise to put up a parking lot? Will Build A Lot.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 089 ~Who’s The Boss Will~

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Last week it was the idea of speaking at the Day Job, now I have to talk as the CEO of Second Circle Creations and as an author but as the song goes “Who gon’ pray for me?” Who’s The Boss Will, well I hate my managers, time to live the Dream Job

Saturday, September 28, 2019

Log 089 ~Who’s The Boss Will~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Millionaire right now, and I’ll be changing that come Sunday. One more thing in my pressing matters that I talked about yesterday. From being a slave to the Day Job. To stealing the plans for the Death Star, (my cash is in a Death Star). Then I am a friend to “Indiana Gone.” What about my Firstborn; now he is going to be pissed. All of that and now I have this moment. Well, minus the girl and getting up on time. Today though I don’t have time to lounge around for two hours.

Who’s the boss, well I did mention my Firstborn? He needed water, of course, so I stopped and got a bottle for myself. I cleaned his bathroom pad. In less than an hour he’ll be chomping at the bit for his walk. Parenthood but my child is the boss, and he knows of course. Okay in speaking of my dog what about the Basic Bitch (LANGUAGE)? I still hate to admit that I quit talking to you for so many years, Lady Luna. One girl calls me skeevy and here we are heading into the third year; what is the point? Hell, Porn has a point though I don’t have time for that right now either. Is it women or my penis that’s making the calls for me right now. I should say emails or texts, and there’s still time. Did I feel this way meeting Indiana Gone at first?

The Man In The Mirror is usually my Sunday gig. You know who I want to meet now though, The CEO of Second Circle Creations. He’s the man that writes the stories, picks the girls, directs the films, and God knows what else. Hell, I am not a man for prayer, but I could use some. I know plenty might say that about the men I look to as heroes. Lady Lu I’m not even getting that far right now, this is only a modeling job. Something I’m putting a lot of stake in and Tom Bilyeu would say the fear is right. It proves I care. Still a few parts of me wants to be the man that could win by words alone. Didn’t I say third year? I wish I could be like Katie O’Shaughnessy on YouTube. Now if I could do something beautiful and positive. My life, lust, Who’s The Boss Will?

I Will Have No Fear

Log 083 ~The Will To Judge~

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Some would call me a stalker, a scam artist, even skeevy, which is the second worse word but I would say I’m pretty much a shallow S.O.B no offense to my mother only look at what I want to do with my life. “The Will To Judge”

Sunday, September 22, 2019

Log 083 ~The Will To Judge~

To Will:
I AM a Millionaire right now, and the Man in the Mirror. It’s a little too late for Michael Jackson quips. Not that you need any real reminder, but I’m not Martin Luther King Jr either. So are we done focusing on the men you would never be, how about the man you’re becoming? It took me about two days to get back to the table, but here you are, so you have me beat. Of course today is about who are you to judge but wasn’t that my last night, talking to that potential model, yeah right.

Still no temptations, and not counting it as porn but research. Sometime this week I talked about finding that Kaelin Monroe “Rieger” passed away. I downloaded two out of three Kagney Linn Karter scenes. Oh, where are you “Smack My Naughty Ass” ha. Last night though it was Carlie Jo Howell. So I’m talking to this person who replied to the ad, says her name is Christine Jane Olin. Do you remember when “The Basic Bitch” thought you were stalking her; SIGH. Anyway I was plenty suspicious when CJ’s pictures registered but don’t judge me, I’m a guy. Next the fraud had no FB or Twitter, Instagram, talked about Anxiety, now that pisses me off, that lie. Finally, when I confronted whoever I haven’t heard from the imposter since. Speaking of things I haven’t heard from, those Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 027 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Completed (Day 034 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” B III Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Gaining One Patron Or One Model For Patreon
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing Unhinged By Nicole Cypher
    Completed

Again we are back to two, and this doesn’t serve as an excuse, but I was learning. You have to press forward, reading about Dennis Hof. Hell, Carlie Jo runs Bikini Beans Espresso. MILF Dos has her fashion line set-up. The ideas are percolating for you. Let’s take Patreon for example, how my tiers work.

Nine Circles Of Hell

  1. Random Poems (Free)
  2. Five Poems From Current Work $1.00 Up
  3. Erotica Chapter $5.00
  4. Ahegao Cover Art $10.00
  5. Lewd Character Galleries $20.00
  6. Raunchy Readings, Pasties $30.00
  7. Nude Inspirations $50.00
  8. A Full Nude Gallery $60.00
  9. Character Movie Scenes $75.00

I know this is our time but when the ideas come, so do you usually. Still practicing NO FAP but there are Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 034 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” B III Deserves
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Gaining One Patron Or One Model For Patreon
  6. I AM Finishing Again, The Art of the Pimp: One Man’s Search for Love, Sex, and Money

Now, what could you do with let’s say an extra $100.00 a month? You don’t have anything for tiers 4 – 9 this second. Who you’ll be, The Will To Judge.

I Will Have No Fear