By Emmanuel Williams Is that the groove? Is that the end of it? Should we all want our pair, at last? I want love just like you or a meerkat or a gorilla stuck with bananas and trees all their life. But why shouldn’t a gorilla mate with its pair, or it’s opposite? What is…

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“Sure beats the alternative,” said James.
“What, to be mortal? Let me tell you boy, mortality is a weakness. You must protect yourself and your family from certain death by living far less of an adventurous life than you could if you were invincible. You can’t eat the wrong thing, you can’t love the wrong person, you can’t even drink to excess without dire consequences to your organs or decisions. And the worst of it all, you feed monsters like us in the end. Your only real purpose in life.”
“I have to get back to the kitchen…”
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“Well asshole, no one’s ever whipped Massah back. But you went even further. Now we have a dead punisher. Turns out he wasn’t eternal, he was human. Which if you ask me, is all the more sick,” she said.
“Well…” I started. But she interrupted me.
“Silence. Lucifer wants to meet you.”
“Wait- what?”
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Alice and Sayla had dressed comfortably. Alice in yoga-type leggings and a gray sweater, Sayla in a floral white dress, that was simply dropped to the floor and forgotten as she jumped on the couch, pressed herself back and brought her feet to the cushion and rested her hands on her knees.
Alice sat cross-legged and didn’t yet feel comfortable showing off the goods to just anyone yet.
Destiny saw this resistance and said…
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A Step Back
By Emmanuel Williams
December 24, 2020
Take a step back.
America is struggling.
America is dying.
America is poor.
The United States of America is defined by its people. People who are struggling with the normal demands of life while choosing how to deal with a very abnormal pandemic. Abnormal because the American government hasn’t come to their aid when it mattered the most. Today, a couple of days before Christmas 2020, the struggle has been ongoing since March, and there is no end in sight. And there are many areas of the population that are constantly deteriorating.
It’s time to take a step back and realize that we are not getting better at handling this crisis. Whether the problem is elected officials, partisan gridlock on Capitol Hill, or confusion over the logistics of protective equipment, newly available vaccines, personnel and available space at hospitals, the solutions still don’t heal America quick enough. At a time when the death rate is so high, yesterday was the second highest number of deaths since the start of the pandemic. The exact number?
3,000 in a single day.
It doesn’t look like we are getting better at this.
The idea that we have to wait until the 20th of January just for Presidential leadership to be up to the task of what has to be done is so much a fact that we can expect more of a struggle, more death, and more poverty between now and then.
The next president has a lot to correct from the current administration. But make no mistake, our current American struggle is singularly the fault of the incumbent president of the United States who has failed to uphold the duties of the office on nearly every occasion there was to align with its highest values.
But what does an American do?
We have to do something else until January 20th. Something that will save lives. Something that will ease our struggle. Something… as a People.
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By Emmanuel Williams Is that the groove? Is that the end of it? Should we all want our pair, at last? I want love just like you or a meerkat or a gorilla stuck with bananas and trees all their life. But why shouldn’t a gorilla mate with its pair, or it’s opposite? What is…
By Emmanuel Williams Ain’t no passin’ craze. “I sit In my desolate room No lies No music…” -“Sugar”, System of a Down The room is dark around me. One lamp. My two computer displays. One screen plays “The Godfather” (Don Corleone was just murdered), the other is a fresh Google Doc meant to tell you…
By Emmanuel Williams Okay so we jumped the broom And it turns out I’m crazy What if she turns out crazy? We’re still fucking married here So I fuck longer than she does That’s a record, not a flaw So she snores, I snore too But I provide. I always provide. I never come home…
By Emmanuel Williams Let Autumn Come Like a Chevy Camaro at 70 miles an hour No music, no hemi, just the acceleration on the wind Let Autumn Come Let the wind shift every branch More powerful than the sun More persistent than the rain Let Autumn Come On the wings of Angels Be they from…
By Emmanuel Williams How the hell’d we wind up like this? Am I happy? Not yet! Do you love someone? Not yet! I don’t even love Jesus, right now, I love porn, alcohol, and evey single fucking cigarette I have to myself. But I don’t have a cuddle, squeeze, or… of course there’s a crush…
By Emmanuel Williams Dear Lover, This is the first time I’m reaching out to the Great Goddess. At least in literature. And you will not be ashamed that I sought you. I am your lover. I will always be. You are mine, and I am yours. Wherever we are in the universe. It is our…
By Emmanuel Williams The issue at hand is what happens to the people of Palestine if Israel obeys the command from Trump to “finish the job”. I can tell you without looking at an article (which I will) what will happen if Israel finishes the job. Because what Israel started was massacring any one in…
By Emmanuel Williams A piece of me… Beyond triggers… “Evil will always be easy, Good will always be difficult, Happiness is resilient.” Which translates to commonality growing among triggers. Triggers are common. It’s naive to think otherwise. Youthful. Pollyannaish… I want something that is me. And only me. A piece of me that will always…
By Emmanuel Williams My only tattoo is… of a battarang from a Christopher Nolan film. 3 films. The Dark Knight Trilogy. It’s sharp, hurt like hell to sketch on my skin, then it got filled in at least 5 years later. And then, only lightly. But that connects me to everyone in Batman Cinematic History.…
By Emmanuel Williams I think it’s time to have a toast. Let’s have a toast for disrespect. Let’s have a toast for laziness. For the douchebags, the assholes, scumbags, and jerk offs. Because all these qualities and quirks are what make it difficult for the actually hard working, honorable, and respectable person to be trusted.…
By Emmanuel Williams What they wanted from me was that I wasn’t blind. That I drove a fancy car so I could be reliable to them. Maybe they could arrive in style. Forget what it cost me. Forget all my other assets. Forget that I may have reason not to be who they needed me…
By Emmanuel Williams Greetings, Lord Lestat – Forgive me. My last letter was months ago. Forgive me, Vampire, for I have sinned. I’ve dabbled in Christ and come up for air. I prayed and prayed. It helped for a while. Until my father died after I looked up the historical evidence for a man called…





