What? You tried to start the writing without me Poetry? That's not right.
I hate to be petty
As I'm a poet
And want to make you feel
Like a goodly real
So venting in my head
For a fleeting second
About how those of the music
They get the you know what
Yes I'm talking of that
'Cause it's always in the air
When it isn't there
Or sadly here
But it's a suck
Because I make a music of my own
If you're hip to it
Look at the words flow
But I have to go
And be a poet alone
Not that you should cry for me
But if you wanna pray
That'd be okay
You've done it again Brother.
It's sad that this is our state of affairs, well his, because we are fictional constructs and will cease existing at his whim.
It sucks, but that is his way.
Just smile and nod
You've got a sexy bod
I'll give you that
But I already know
You lack the brain
To make me want
To do anything more
Than take you to bed
And sleep the goodly sleep
Of the tuckered and the dead
Or in this case
Well I won't be crass
But you got an ass
That just won't quit
But I must admit
I'm already bored
So let's to the fucking get
And you can be away
At the end of the day
How's that sound to you
But save your voice
It grates on my ears
And almost makes me want
To call the whole thing off
Only I need some dick
And you are here
So best be quick
Before I lose all my interest
In bedding you down
Just smile and nod
I ain't got his bod
And my brain is better
But fictional though he is
He's about to get laid
And I am not
Sigh, everyone's having sex but him?
No, but he isn't having any, that much is certain. And it's harder on him than us because we aren't real. He is.
At the start of the day, I had to harvest a little more than five fields to make it to 25 for the first writing week of September.
That means a far greater harvest in each quarter than I am going to have in this one as I am closer to going to sleep than pushing on to write another 800 words.
But I looked at the first day of the month and this quarter is ahead of the least written one of then so it's out of the realm possibility to think that I can do the same today as I did then.
And that is cause for celebration
Now, if you'll pardon me, it's back to twitter.
I'm back, though I'm always twitter adjacent as I leave it on come and go with ease.
Oh twitter, you're home to some lovely ladies.
But that doesn't mean you're the key to my happiness.
Sigh.
____1st
I'm back, after thinking that I wouldn't be able to be here because the monitor is on its last legs and now, if it stays on for hours unused it comes back duller than usual and immediately shuts off.
So we'll be needing to buy a new monitor. Well, he will The Petrie, not us, my Brothers and I are fictional representations of what he does, practice, which is what you're reading right now, poetry which you'll be reading soon and story which, you'll be reading in the afternoon.
But we're all back and the only down is everything that's in perpetual downdom.
Oh and the Petrie put the glasses on because he thought he was going to be writing with the phone and he was feeling just weak enough in the eyes, not that he necessarily tried to write without the glasses first so now he's stuck with wearing glasses until his eyes reset and they're strong enough again without them.
Now the glasses don't pain us at all, but him, they eventually bother him.
Yeah, eventually he's going to have to wear actual glasses, which cost an arm and a leg, but until then, he'll get by like this.
And now for Poetry, who actually came up with these lines hours earlier.
Drifting in the sea
Little ole me
Feeling the cold
Of being single and old
As far alas
As the prime good years
Are ended yes
And this the now
Is just a time
When if there's dating again
It's after a fall to an ending
And hearts a rending
Only for me alas
It's the never had
Not that I'm sad
That I ain't been married
No that I'm good about
But the never having
Some good long love
Of even five good years
Before it came to an end
That's a fact
I just can't shake
Well, that was good as always Poetry, just shorter than it would have been if we'd had the time that we normally would have had if not for the shiite that's happening with the monitor.
___2nd
I have to lead the harvest of how many fields in this quarter and the next to make it to 25 fields this first writing week?
Yeah, more than two fields each, which is a lot to do on any day.
Though I found a little bounce to my step after something of the good happening and that should help because I'd rather lead us in happiness than in misery or what had settled into being the cold of winter, metaphorically speaking.
It's still Summer here until the season changes in two weeks, five or take a day.
Yes, it's still summer until the season changes officially.
Poet, are you there because I'm ready for you to take over for a bit as I know that while we can do it without you, we shouldn't.
So anytime you're ready to do your thing dear Brother. G'head and do it.
Don't be acting
Like I'm some kind
Of rhyming machine
I will come
When I'm good and ready
It just so happens
That I was ready now
And didn't come because you called my name
Just rememeber that
Though truth be told
All I need do
Is set my mind to it
And poetry appears
Not like magic
But sometimes yes
It's easy like that
So in the end
You my brother
Are right indeed
I'm a living machine of verse
And I can do no worse
Than a hundred goodly words
Wach and every blessed day
If the pay
Is properly good
Not that I'll follow through
On this poet's threat
Until the next good month
Which just so happens to be
The boss's month of birth
So I'll be here I guess
Because what a shitty thing it'd be
To not give to you all
The goodness of my words
You almost wrote glory didn't you?
Glory and poetry don't go hand in hand today Poet. So I'm glad you stopped short of using that word.
Now what about Story? Is he going to show up?
And does the happiness of the boss change what Story is going to write?
Either way, there's no telling when he's ever going to show up.
Okay, we won't be harvesting 25 fields this week, that much is certain sure as the last count demanded the writing of 3895 words, of the harvesting of another four fields when the boss will be going out for Pizza, Rice and surely something else.
Though it's not going on the grocery run that's going to stop us from that kind of harvest by the end of the night.
We let him down in the last couple of day when we didn't even write two thousand words a day, which would have helped, though both days were pretty close to it any greater harvest would have been good.
Oh well, 24 fields isn't yet out of the question. Not if I have the kind of 4th that we can have tonight.
But even if it is, 23 is not.
Yes, I've boldly proclaimed things before and fell short but my odds are good here so long as I make the right good use of the rest of this quarter that we'll be here for.
Good job Story. I wasn't sure that you were going to show up, but I am glad that you did.
As for Donny, I hope he didn't wait too long because I'm sure that chat would have been good. He's going to kick himself before he goes to bed.
Oh Donny, you waited like a fool when you should have been busily typing away to entice her since that was what he led her to believe he could do.
And how long before that disappointment was going to turn sour?
But that's up to Story because I'm certainly not one to tell Story how to write a story.
As for what comes next, as I look to the bottom of the fifth hour of the 3rd quarter I know that I could harvest another half field which would be good, though I could harvest less than that.
And I can very easily stay until the top of the final hour before I got myself ready for the grocery run.
Am I going to stay until then?
Well, I have to stay until I've harvested the fullness of a field at least.
Maybe Poetry will pop in and get us there.
Because that would be good.
__3rd
Well, I have some writing to do and I have to do it with Lappity since the issues with the monitor are as severe as they are, which is to say, I have to go and buy a new monitor, even though I'd rather not.
But I cannot continue like this where the monitor is not reliable, especially when I have the aim to write as much as I aim to write the rest of the month in particular.
And in October.
Hopefully I'll be able to take it a little easier in the final two months if that is what happens.
Rather, if that is what I lead us to make happen.
He's given us complete control to write and we still forget that we are writing for him and we, or especially me, write as if we were him when we aren't.
He's real and we aren't.
Poetry and I have to remember this.
Story just comes and does his thing and never has to worry about writing I when he means we.
Oh bother, If he does find his way here, he's going to have to start a new story because all the other stoties are on the desktop which we can't use.
Swear.
So be it. He's got more stories in him so I'm not worried about him being unable to show up with a new story. Even if he doesn't, it's no shame to him if he doesn't.
My count is off and won't be on until I can count it again either with the wonky monitor Tuesday morning or or Tuesday afternoon when I have bopth the new monitor that I need and the new keyboard that I might as well ger since this one has fading letters and the legs at the back have been broken.
It's less than 30.00$ with the trade in insurenace for the next one.
As long as I save the bill and don't forget to take it back in time.
Shakes my head.
I am watching the David and Meredith livestream and I can already tell that I am not going to be writing much during the stream even though I can write, see some of the drawing and see the chat.
So I should be writing especially since I need to write as much as I do to get as close to 25 fields as I can which won't be closer than 23 fields.
Yeah, we dogged it the last couple of days, especially in the 4th.
The only thing I can't do is count the words which sucks, but I'll have plenty of time after the stream to count how much I've written so this is just a minor annoyance that will only be a bother on Monday when I use Lappity during the stream because I like this greater proximity to the action.
And I've got as many as my comments and questions read as tonight. For free too.
Uh oh, I might be called away, which sucks but what else can I do?
Fortunately, I am back and should be ready to rock.
Though no matter how much more I write tonight, I've helped out the next week because I am going to write past 22,000 words and that's an over of over 2000 words which will be like a surplus for next week if I should falter.
But I won't.
We won't.
The Petrie wears his specs
While dreaming of having sex
Hating that he's gotten so old
With so few stories told
And none of them put out in
Some good form
For people to read
Also this
That when last he did
The goodly thrusting
With a lovely lass
The thought of wearing anything but
Glasses for the sun
Wasn't in his thinking
Which just goes to show
Hong sadly long it's been
Since he knew the joy
Of making love
How true that is Poetry. The Petrie hasn't had sex in so long that...
Okay, I'll be nice and not say when it last happened for him.
But yeah, it's been forever since the Petrie was with a woman.
Poor Petrie.
I miss Story and it won't be the same without him.
Of course, that's partly selfish because it means that I have to shoulder the load as I get to relax when Story shows up and writes his heart out.
But it's always on my shoulders isn't it? Unless and until Poetry is dropping half a field length poems and Story drops field or better length stories.
Ugh!
The Lightning are totally owning the Islanders tonight throught the 2nd period as they are winning 5-1.
The Isles have to outscore the Lightning 4-0 in the 3rd just to tie the game.
The Lightning are not going to outscored by four to surrender this lead.
If this is the result we can expect this series, the Lightning are going to going to their third Stanle Cup in 17 years, though it's only 16 seasons because o f the lockout of 2004-2005.
Ugh, again.
The Raptors are getting their butts handed to them by the Celtics after climbainb back into the series.
So if the Raptors want to have any chance at defending their 2019 championship, which they do, they are going to have to win 2 games in a row.
For a second time.
Dang, I thought they had played themselves back onto the path of defending it by playing as they did the last two games.
Though more the last game because they needed a lst second shot to win Game 3.
And if the Raptors do lose this series, the naysayers will come out and say it was because they lost Kawhi Leonard and Danny Green.
Also the injuries that the Golden State Warriors suffered.
Wow, it's now 6-1 Lightning.
What the swear is going on with the Rogers Sportsnet app?
The game is over, or should be. So stop saying there's 2:21 left to play with the Celtics up 108-84.
Wow! I restarted the phone and went back and they were stil showing it as 2:21 left to play.
Swear off SPortsnet!
At least Twitter showed me the correct score.
Oh, it's now 7-2 Lightning.
Is it going to be a short series?
If the scores are this lopsided like tonight, it surely will be.
And now it's 8-2.
Did you have to score? Although I certainly didn't say that on the night a few years ago when the Habs whomped the Red Wings.
Of course, that was not a playoff game, so if there's some justice, the Lightning willgo completely dry and the Islanders will eke out three straight 1-0 wins to put the Lightning on the brink.
Sigh.
Is there any justice?
Well, there was that thing that happened today, that's some justice of a sort yes?
Everybody's happy that it happened.
So there is justice sometimes.
I wonder if there will be any justice with the desktop? Will it spring back to life one more time?
Or nah?
I can but hope.
Tick tick tick.
1200 words here I come. That's good, but I needed so much more than that to harvest 25 fields this week, which I still thought that I could harvest this week as late as this morning.
Oh well, I still led us past the harvesting of 23 fields which is pretty good.
And if I can repeat this total for the next three weeks, I'll have an outside chance at my second 100 field month, which I wasn't aiming to do until next month.
But three such months is better than two.
And as they lay in bed
Like tired dead
From goodly exertions
Of him in her
And her atop
Not wanting to stop
Until they shuddered as one
He turned to her and smiled
You are without
A single doubt
The very best
I could have ever dreamed
Of being with
Now if this were merely that
I would fight
To here remain
Because here is where I wanna be
He said with a grin
As he began to kiss her yes
On all the places
That he loved the best
Whis is too many indeed
To mention in verse
And happy they were
Tired yes
But feeling great
As they'd waited long enough
For this to be
That even once
Would have been a gift
So four was something else
With time enough for five
Yes happy they were
And no dream was this
It was a goodly bliss
Of lovers loving
And two but happy
With what they had
And nothing else need be said
No notheing else need be said at all
As they let their actions
Tell the tale
Of the happy moments to come
That's lovely Poetry.
And that's the kind of dream come true that I can wish to happen for anyone, especially for the boss, who's been unlaid for so long that some would say he should consider himself to have never been laid at all.
He doesn't believe in that, nor should he because that would totally discount the past and that's not how rolls.
Story is not going to show up is he?
Oh well, Poetry and me carried us past the 23rd field and that's pretty good as we close in on 16 rows of harvesting tonight which is good, though it would have been better if I hadn't felt compelled to go lie down down for a few moments and ponder things.
So why didn't I do that while Poetry was writing the last of his versage for the night? I didn't feel the want to ponder then, I was engrossed in what he was writing and I will not apologize for the pondering that I did as I had good reason to ponder and a quarter where we collectively harvest 17 rows is impressive.
Besides, I needed too many rows of harvesting tonight to possibly make it to 25 fields this week so that little pondering only stopped me from reach 20 rows tonight which is hardly a big deal.
We still had a great good week of writing as 23+ fields is nothing to be ashamed of at all.
Besides it's not like we're going to drop 2 fields each week and end up 86 fields after the rebounding of the final two days of 3 fields each to end the month at 86 fields.
Though that would hardly be the end of the great good effort to millionize a second straight year.
And even if it was, we'd still be at 751,126 words for the year with three months of writing ahead of us and a need to average 83,000 words a month for three months.
Is that supposed to scare us?
I can't say that we got this, but I would be very surprised if we failed to help the Boss Millionize 2020.
We've come to far and written through the ups and downs, well many downs of the COVIYEAR.
So we are going to help him Millionize the year!
And thanks to our great work, the Boss will sign us up for another year.
But the day is nearly over.
Naathrakodith.