I’m not looking at it like a comic movie. I’m not looking at like a action movie or any of that shit.
I have a misty idea of who the fuck Moon Knight is and I probably know more about his history and story then most normal people that don’t follow the shit. That’s only second hand knowledge.
I like the mystery behind it. The mistic of not knowing what the hell is going on. Who is this person? It’s really giving me the Dark City vibes with a side of inception in a good way.
The concept of dreams. I really wish they would have held off on the custom reveal bullshit but it is what it is. The possibility of a interesting story is good though. This could work well as a interesting show to watch for the fans of marvel cinema and shows.
I am seriously trying to attempt writing plain Jane commercial fiction but the shit ain’t working out so well.
I’m digging the current story The trials of Chase Morgan. It’s not so much brainstorming and experimenting. I had the idea for the story and where it’s going for a couple years but I’m also adding onto the shit with my current style and sense of humor.
Still though I think the story is too weird or I’m mirroring my own personality onto Chase in a way though I would be much more blunt and real then Chase. He’s a sweet heart compared to me. Audi. Holy balls I couldn’t imagine dating a girl who hates Dark City…..hmm. Though I can understand Chase’s weakness.
Anyway, I’m trying to make this shit more normal fiction. It’s hard. It has to be more predictable I know but already I’m fucking that shit up because this story is not going the A-typical route of a Urban fiction/romantic bullshit road.
It needs more “Let’s pretend we’re not going to fuck. Why can’t you understand me?!” bullshit. That or some flowery erotic poetry.
“I’m working on improving myself right now. Your not interested in bullshiting around anymore I’m not interested in having you dictate to me how my life is going to be so before we get anywhere toward marriage I’m setting the tone for how it’s going to be. I’m running my life and don’t need another mother.. Is that understandable?”
Audi blinked caught off guard. She tried for a confident smile but it didn’t reach her eyes or body language she was nervous. “I’m not trying to be controlling. I thought the intention was marriage between us when we started dating?”
I stared at her. “I never said it wasn’t. I just said I’m working on improving myself and getting my stuff in order. After, I get a apartment, a car and a ring I’ll talk to your Dad and tell him when we’re getting married until then we don’t have to date. But, if you don’t like the direction of my plan you can find someone else and I’m not bullshiting you. I already told your Dad what I’m doing.”
Audi stared at me with her mouth wide open like a fish. I put a finger under her chin and gentle closed her mouth. I leaned over gave her kiss on the cheek. “Think about it. I got to go to work. Later.”
That fucking asshole. I knew he was bullshiting me. I waited in the conference room as the managers arrived. It was Green polo shirt day so everybody had on the same kind of green pole T-shirt.
Chase came in with sunglasses on and joking with that Asshole Chad about a scene from Dark City. What the fuck did he see in that boring shity movie.
The bitch glanced at me purposely giving me a look and quickly looked away back to Chase. Moving in closer to him and smiling up at him pretending to give a fuck about what he was talking about. That bitch wanted some dick. Oh hell no. I had to head this shit off fast.
“Well. Today is going to be a short meeting. It’s really to celebrate our two managers to join up. Chase and Kate. To long over due promotions for our best workers.”
The other veteran managers clapped and hey-fived Chase. He smiled at me giving me a wink and leaned forward in his seat to stare at my chest.
It didn’t matter what I was wearing his eyes went to my chest or ass first and then my face. I straightened a little thrusting out my chest and stood normal.
“Okay. I want everyone to work hard today to get our numbers up. We’ve been slacking a little because of communication issues and motivation for our package handlers. We’re going to build back up our people and hit it out of the park today. I’m shooting for a 60k in total. Let’s get it. Oh. Chase and Chad I would like a word with both of you please.”
Everyone filed out except for Chase and Chad who approached me. “Chase. Chad here will be your mentor for the next couple days and then hand off unload to you. Follow his advice and watch em. Chad ah could you get unload ready. I have to have a few words with Chase in private.”
“oohkay. Later.” Chad said with a knowing grin. Fucking asshole.
I turned to Chase when Chad was gone. “What the fuck is your deal?”
I don’t do alot of book reading as of yet currently but I do have my favorite blogs I visit. I don’t want to be known as a shit blogger let alone a shit writer though I do have my moments….
Who wants to be known for being shit at something?
Not me. That was a consent theme in my life. I wanted to be known for being good at something because like many folk. I’m not good at everything. There is a lot of shit I’m average or mediocre at least at doing.
Those are my hobbies or at least me passing the time away in enjoyment.
I like looking back on my favorited blog post I did at the beginning of 2021. It was the relaunching of this blog with one goal well several goals but one most important goal….
To entertain and to create a place for the lovers of the song bird language to relax and smile at something I wrote that day or several months ago. Joy and shit kicking unexpectedly laughter at a different way of looking at something.
That is my aim. I’m hot damn good at what I do. It’s not pride or anything of the sort. It’s a reality. Oh I also happen to be a bard as well…
You, oh would be travelor of these interconnected webs of information and misinformation welcome to my tavern.
You are welcome to a beer of satisfaction and friendship. Your welcome to laughter and memories of fun times and laughter at the expense of those that would see you die in a pool of black pills and self-pity with a side of Jack Daniel’s.
None of that here. I have a bar maid with a low cut blouse and healthy expense of breasts for your imagination holding two pitches of beer and a bad bitch smile included for free.
Welcome to the daysgonedogg traven. Enjoy the first pint on me. It’s time to have some fun.
“I think we should break up! What do you think?” Audi said in a funny way that made me know she was playing games and she was being serious.
Mind you. We were in my parent’s living room looking at dark city on blue ray. I should have known this was coming when she invited herself over to watch the movie with me.
She hated sci fi and weird fun movies. Why the hell were we dating again. Audi’s breast rubbed against my shoulder. I looked at her chest then her glaring face.
“Okay. What is it?” I asked and put the movie on pause.
“There’s a management position going up at work. I think. No. I would like you to consider going for it.”
“What? You tired of being my boss? Or-“
“I want to move into a apartment together. If you apply and don’t get it. We can talk about you finding a higher paying job.”
I grimanced. “You sound like my mother. Okay so if I say no it’s over then right?”
“Yeah. I want you to make something of your life. I want you to move out of your parent’s house and want to get married one day hopefully with you. What do you think?”
I thought she was talking to damn much to my mother. I was glad I didn’t tell her I already applied to the manager job. I was going to get it. I hadn’t really applied for the money or to better myself and all that mature stuff.. I was bored with being a package handler for five years and my Buddy and Boss Chad had convinced me I needed a challenge. I stared at Audi. She really did care about me and wanted the best but then it was just the way she looked at me. I noticed it now. It wasn’t like it had been before. She looked at me like she knew I was going to try to do what I always did.
Bullshit.
I didn’t feel like bullshiting anymore. I felt like doing something to shake her up and wipe that disappointed expression on her face. I wanted to show her that she really didn’t know me or how challenging I could be.
I smiled. “I think we should take a break from dating and focus on improving ourselves.”
I’ve been playing Zelda games and thinking about doing something different then Cyberpunk but going back to my roots…..
Fantasy with a spice of romantic bullshit. Hmm. Maybe less romantic bullshit and more action. I’m going to try for a bit of horror with a mixture of something weird.
Remember anything from hellmouth news is a lie of some sort. So how do you find out the truth? Whenever a liar tells you the truth is the opposite of what they say.
Again. Why is it nessary for the American government to get this close to a fucking with a war with Russia and her allies over Ukraine of all countries?!
Some how talking and having discussions has gone to hell and war no. GOBLE WAR again for some reason is a reason to get into some shit.
Does this make any mother fucking sense?! Why? What bomb as Russia dropped on North America I’m not a where of?
Russia attempts a false flag to invade Ukraine as talks between Russia and U.S. fail. The fuck?!
The truth. Leaders of U.S. Empire are so fucking thrusty for a war with Russia my dude it’s like watching a beta bitch Virgin pleading with a shorty for a hug and chance to smell her stank feet.
The shit storm is brewing in the air.
Fucking dumbasses in charge. War with Russia?! Over fucking Ukraine and Georgia?! Because reasons. Because they’re the bad guys the U.S. needs to go to war with and bullshit such.
I fucking feel like I’m going through a time warp to the 1950s. What the fuck are these assholes smoking?! Probably same shit they smoked in the 1970s when they were jacking off to wet dreams about fucking with mother Russia.
It was a bit tricky figuring out the layout of the world but I got the dimensions of the realm and it’s edge the way I wanted it. A bit of a rough draft but I like it.
Now. My brother just discovered the term and now he says it all the fucking time when’s listening to his stories about females getting their back ends blown out so here’s my poem.
A shity day….
Jasmine arrives home. In a huff. She’s in one of her moods. I have covid and I’m sitting in my chair smoking a junt in my black robe. Rebone by childish Gambino is playing on my phone and Bluetoothed to my speaker system.
“MOTHER FUCKING BITCH!” She starts screaming not seeing yet seeing me in the living room. She most have gotten fired again.
I watch her stomp around. Her jeans were tight and making her ass look like it’s looking. Hmm.
Jasmine finally notices me and glares at me. “You get fired too?”
I shook my head. “I went to get checked. I got covid. The boss gave me two weeks paid leave. Why are you looking so good?”
Jasmine glares at me. “You got covid? Damn it. Now I have to see if I got it too.”
I shrugged. “Before we do any of that. Do you want your back blown out with a honeycomb surprise?”
Jasmine flinched and stared at me. “What the actual fuck? Matt. What the fuck is a honeycomb surprise?”
“My buddy Dixon Beeboy at work told me how to do it. I bought some honey today for the occasion. It just involves you naked on your stomach screaming and bowl of warm honey but you can’t ask anything else. You’ll have to be blindfolded too. So your ready to go?”
Jasmine stared at me. “Matty. I-I your trying to make me feel better but I-I need to find a job right away. The bills-“
“I didn’t ask you about the bills that’s my business. I asked if you ready to go woman. You ready or not? I got to go get the honey.” I said getting up.
Jasmine started moving to the bed room. “I got to take a shower first. I’ll be quick. I promise.” She said hurrying to the bedroom bathroom.
