THE TITLE IS: NOT STOPPING BY YOUR WORDS

Me, Brian C. Williams, wanting more is not a sin. No family member or so called God can tell me otherwise. And me taking a step that says more is not, more money, is not off the wall, it's right there on the wall beside the neon Budweiser sign.

Calling myself a writer is not a crime. I'm not flying around on a book tour or pushing out sales into even the double digits but this is who I am. What else is a toothless, aging, sickly, man quialified to do?

And this just sucks sometimes, at times I wish this drive would leave my blood but I know without it within me I would not love the world to the point of fighting on, love the love of my life with the passion of my last bit of air- without this being within me, this voice that screams, "Tell these stories to the world and fuck the critics!" Though a good editor is always a nice thing to find.
I would not be me if I did not have this, did not write, anything you like about me, this is me, I would be someone else without it in my life, and I'm not a people person and so, I do not think I could stand living inside someone else's skin.

This was a video play list brought to you by my attention span. It's me, it's emo, it's goth, it's bad spelling, it's country, it's loud, it wears a tshirt that says,"THIS IS WHAT A FEMINIST LOOKS LIKE" and no cross hangs in my eyes. This is personal, it's not going anywhere anytime soon and I will find the best way to piss off the largest amount of people.
Just give me time.
C.

THE TITLE IS: NOT STOPPING BY YOUR WORDS

THE TITLE IS: In Need Of Lasting Whipping

I want to be a blind assassin of the political neo comical nature of everyone elses insanity.

C.
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(c)brian c. williams
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THE TITLE IS: In Need Of Lasting Whipping

THE TITLE IS: OH, FOR GODS SAKE JUST GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!

Walking along a very angry place right now with angry angles spiked with angry edges for angry rocks for angry throwing.

THE TITLE IS: OH, FOR GODS SAKE JUST GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!

THE TITLE IS: YOUR CROSS IS YOUR SWASTIKA OF LOVE

Hate Crimes
Our nation is one of the most two faced, racist, prejudiced, anti-anything but Christian and anything that hurts your white ass wallets. It is about time this country woke up to what it is. Not a land of free for all but a land of free for the preverbal "Us" You want to say something like this would go against you preaching hate? YOUR FUCKING SAVIOR SPEAKS AGAINST THAT! You want us to dance around like trained monkeys in your cages. Watch viewers safely behind your bars because if the monkey gets out your throats are ours.

Oh, and p.s.-If your Jesus or in the case of a lot of rednecks Your Bush thinks being gay or protecting gays from hateful attacks is against the foundation of this country. Then let me wrap a flag around a cross and burn it because until you have loved ones treated like subhumans for no other reason than who they love Mr. Jesus, Mr. Bush, Go fuck yourselves.

C.

THE TITLE IS: YOUR CROSS IS YOUR SWASTIKA OF LOVE

HERE'S THE SPELLING DEAL

Yes, I do spell check my blog for the most part. No I do not really care if I make a mistake here.
Does it reflect badly on me as a writer if grammer and spelling mistakes apear on my blog? Don't really care, it's my blog. It is for me to keep in touch with friends and family for the most part and to keep my thoughts on forming words secondly as a writer excerise. And if anything reflects badly on my writing, it is my writing in general. Maybe not a healthy attuide but I'm not in good health in any shape or form to be honest.
Oh, and I know how to spell libuary. I choose in Brian's world to spell it the way I like as long as it is in something like in this blog. Like how I know I make up words sometimes. What's wrong with people in them being afraid of differenting and changing uses of communcation? The whole libuary thing is a long story involing a teacher I hated in high shool, a pass to go study in the libuary, and me spelling it wrong in a rush to get out of a class full of football players and cheerleaders as fast as I could. She said I could not leave because I did not write it correctly, I told her to fuck off. I was going through my rebel without a clue faze at that time. My dad gave me a rebel across the head smack for that one.
C.

HERE'S THE SPELLING DEAL