May 30

 I need a literary agent who puts all my writing in business pls

Ttv2myse. That is to say I’m adjusting to life without Mom. 

First, Mom is baby and dog sitting. It's an obligation given to her by her daughter; my sister. 

Second, Mom is usually watching crime television. I am usually watching MSNBECAUSE. Our tastes bluntly differ. I like news about politics.  

Third, having the television means I am doing something new. I’m usually in my recliner. Mom is usually in her recliner with the remote control. 

Fourth, In my room, I have control of my television. Mom and I are both retired. I am a 46 year old disable. But in the den I give Mom control of the remote. I like what she chooses. 

In conclusion, having the television to myself is nice, but it's somewhat overrated.  

My goospicur my badspi. That is to say, my good spirits curse my bad spirits. I feel that taking place in my soul. It’s something I like to call spiritual warfare. When a bad person does me wrongly, they run into bad luck. 

First, the more moral I am, the greater the forces I have against my antagonistic reproach. The spirits that disable my foes gain an advantageous energy. 

Second, the better I behave, the more law abiding I am, the more misfortune my troubles have thanks to my good spirits.  

Third, the less shameful I am, the more my pests' base crumble. That adds to my enemies' problems. It is something that burns the bad guys' energy, which could be used for something more supportive. 

Fourth, my hater is confused because my good spirits mess up their compression. That will lead to my triumph if I stick with it. 

In conclusion, I don’t want to be my enemy, I want to be favorable of myself.  

Cru2com. That is to say, cruises are to come. Mom is pivotal. She is a week from starting her job as a cruise line host. Mom will get a rebate for our cruises. 

First, I will be writing articles in Word on my cell.  I want to write 12-hours a day for 14 more years- 6 days a week. 1-day, I want to sleep 16-hours with medication to get rested up for the next 6-days of writing.  

Second, I want to work 72-hour weeks till I’m 60 years old, for 14 years. Then with my royalties I want 10 casinos, trailer parks, condos, a 2,000 passenger cruise ship,  and a super bowl commercials for my pile of $1 articles. This article is 1 of them. 

Third, I will drink lots of water very often eating salads to most boost my writing stamina. This will give me a more healthy lifestyle.  That will make me more alert, give me more energy, and keep me clear headed.   

Fourth, I know a healthy lifestyle will help my relationship with people.  I know good health will extend my life. The longer I live, the more I write.  The more royalties I have coming in, the better my retirement home will be. 

In conclusion, the better I eat, the healthier I am. Also, the more physical I am, the healthier I will be. I will also have more stamina. That’s important for a writer. 

Wt matmos. That is to say what matters most.  I have to remember corruption will make my base crumble. As said before, my foe will crumble the more wholesome I am. 

First, what matters most matters most. I have to situate my priorities.  That means I have to prioritize.  If I prioritize,  the most meaningful things are 1st and the least meaningful things are later. 

Second, if I poorly prioritize things, my condition will be hampered. 

Third, health means a lot to me. I don’t need to eat at my favorite,  favorite restaurant; McDonald’s.  

Fourth, by putting First things first, it takes sacrifice. 

In conclusion, self-discipline and self-restraint are the key to success. The most meaningful things in life are wholesome while the least meaningful things are corruptible.  

I want my own doublewide.  My stepfather abused me, so I moved to my uncle’s doublewide.  That’s why doublewides give me a cozy feel. I want to live in a doublewide trailer park.  Then I want to make buddies with my neighbors.  10 casinos. That’s a dream of mine after I get rich off article writing. Papa was a contractor.  I lived with Granny and him 15-29. That’s how long I was exposed to real estate. I feel ready for the same thing. Then 29-46 I lived with a mortgage processor. 

McDonald’s. My favorite restaurant.  There’ll be one in every casino, trailer park, condo, apartment complex, and mall I own. My favorite meal- BigMac, large fries, Diet Coke- will be the daily special. I’ll get the top of the charts rock singer to sponsor me. I’ll also provide a divorce lawyer since 228rejecters called me to asexualism and I want nothing to do with marriage.  

2k passenger cruise ship has been my dream since I went on 1, Prince Of Tides, to Cozumel. Mom fell on a rail and trashcan her first day at a cruise line host interview. I hope and pray we subsequently go on many cruises. I want much time in the casino, on the pool deck, and reading “Chicken Soup" on the balcony. I also want to write for “Chicken Soup.”

Downtown. That’s where I’ll spend winter after I get tired of rocking back and forth. It’ll be somewhere warm, Mexico. I’ll always be working on my articles.  I’ll eat at my McDonald’s.  I’ll walk my fat off. There will be time I spend with my dog. On the beach, I’ll be writing articles in Word on my cell. I’ll also be drinking lots of water for health purposes.  All a bachelor. I’m set on that. 228rejecters got in my system. Now I see Nothing appealing about a relationship.  

¾ article 2p. I had 75% of my article when I started the article  so at 2p I was finished. So I mailed in the finished product at 2p. Then I started the outline for the next article, this 1. 1993, I had rehab till my 2003 graduation. It was a lot of talking about myself, Solitaire, board games, exercises, and video games. 228rejecters showed me my disfavor for my ever getting in a relationship.  228rejecters made me the man I came to be. 

Fishing is something my family did every other weekend.  I also fished before school at 54 acre lake runoff. I loved fishing as an elementary schooler before my family got up when we all stayed at our resort, Carey Station. It was our weekend getaway. But our favorite fishing holes were under a bridge. I’d catch a little fish. Then I’d use it to catch a Whopper. Yes, fish are carnivorous.  So are chicken. 

Asexual is what my 228rejecters have brought me to. I was a homosexual 16-46. Then st 46 I got the calling to be a committed asexual. That is when I realized I’m in the right place. Asexualism has been my calling since I started driving a piece of junk at a young 16 year old. That was a term in my life when I felt a most painful conversion. So I thought I am a homosexual.  Then this year at 46 I realized I am an asexual.  

Took out trash. I have the condo to myself as Mom baby and dog sits. I took the trash out for my microwave meal packages. For me. But usually Mom is here. Her caretaker, as my Facebook profile indicates, I take out the trash for her. So with Mom gone, it felt like I, 46, was taking it out for myself. I was shocked by the feel that gave me. It gave me a big feeling of independence. As an asexual now, I see I will not be a father. I found it takes 2 to make 1. Then I realized I have a better focus on my career as a writer. 

Papa said you don’t need a college degree to be a realtor. Then Mom’s recent realtor when we lived on Lake Seminole, who had a college degree, said he supposed so. As a worldwide bestseller 2021-2071,  I will invest all my money in my casinos, trailer parks, condos, and 2,000 passenger cruise ship. I suppose I’ll also be a pot head to keep from having a heart attack. After all, I am a huge fan of Marijuana. 

Called to be a Hermit. At 46, I have only had sex 4 times. Then I had a plethora of husbands express immeasurable jealousy of my bachelorism. That is a when I felt my call to asexual.  That was a scare at 1st. It was when I lost stimulus with a woman. For $300 Dr. Defoe said “You’re depressed.” He also took my blood pressure. Those 2 things! Dr. Defoe cheated me! I want to sue him for $3.4m!

Junkyards and casinos. When I was 16, driving a piece of junk,  I was very, very,  very often at the junkyard. I very often saw them make incredible profit off junk. Lucrative gain off things they got at a very low price. Since I’m so familiar with Junkyards,  I want to own the world’s biggest junkyard. 

Pray I get a debit card with $200 monthly fees, driverless cars, and high-speed railways everywhere. Those prayers are my biggest prayers. Their fulfillment is something I greatly anticipate.  I want those things the most. To get 1,000s of prayers for them is most assured potential. I like driverless cars and high-speed railways more than anything. Driverless cars got bad press for running over somebody, but inconceivable countless others weren’t run over because of driverless cars.  

My sexual identity. When I was 16, I started driving junk. I faced only rejecters’ telling me no. After all, Dad- at my sixteenth birthday- said I can’t date in junk! Junk was all I could afford. I was on a college-bound diploma. I had abundant homework, abundant studies. I needed as much time as I could get. So necessarily I bought junk from Greg Wheeler. Everyday, I needed parts. Workers at the junk yard and I got to know each other on a first name bases. 

My 3-4 articles are now one article. I need you to please pray I write an article a day and 100 newspapers publish it each day. Then that wretched day when Granny called my promised truck a dream will be brought to perspective. Writing all day keeps me calm. Calmly busy. I had a hard time going to sleep last night because I was so excited, so driven, so pumped up about the Tampa Bay Rays-Miami Marlins game. I’m learning to take my meds with melatonin at 8p then go to bed at 9, then hold my eyes closed. 

I need a newspaper market bulletin. I have 90 Christian addresses for my ministry. Then I turned my topics article into my ministry. Messages can be gleaned from my articles.  Please pray I’m published 7 days a week, daily writing an article.  Just like I don’t step in somebody else's territory I don’t like to let a day go by without writing. Please pray I make money off my writing 7 days a week. After I finish an article,  I spend the rest of the day working on my next day’s outline. 

Charger broke. When I got home from Lake Placid, in 5 hours my cell’s charge went from 22% to 19%. So I switched chargers. In 5 hours, it went from 19% to 89%. At that point, I realized my charger was broken. So I threw it away and took out the trash. Then I went to my Lazyboy and finished the article I had been writing.  I kept thinking of going to the balcony, but I am spoiled by the AC and TV. 

Article 101. That is what I’m writing.  It is what I mass mail to my addresses. I want 100s of buyers of my articles. I want to get 100 checks a day. A disable, I cannot drive. I want a driverless car to take me to spend my royalties. The bank is in walking distance. Every time a vulture says s/he's a banker wanting my code, I hang up. I’ll get the driverless car to take me up the road to Cocoa Beach and work on my next article on my cell. That’s unless I’m finishing one up. Then I will send it to my 100s of addresses.  Please pray all newspapers I submit to buy every article I submit. 

What I feel is that I have potential.  1994-2004, I studied “Writer’s Digest” magazine. Then I wrote 100 books for lulu.com.  they can be accessed at “Michael dee house and Michaeldeehouse”. With the articles' revenue I’ll advertise my books. I’ll also pay FSU graduate salesmen to sell my 100 books. Later, I’ll start writing 2,000 word articles I sell online $1 apiece.  I’ll advertise my $1 article in super bowl commercials.  Daily a new article is added. So far 101 are almost ready.

Why I quit football. It was the day of tryouts. I was a puny runt. Coach for the rec team (I was wingback and noseguard)  had made me promise to play for high school. He, Quack, sensed unreal, amazing potential in me. But the day of tryouts I told the lunch table I was going to tryout. The boisterous, deafening laughter made me decide not to tryout. I saw one of the Jokers on Facebook.  He didn’t remember. It was a decade old. 

How Coach made me feel guilty for face masking. I needed to be bashed for the time, in rec football, I face masked the opponent.  I ran to the coach and cried, “No, I did not!” I was Dad’s number, 27. My number had been announced to the booing stands as the penalized face masker. Coach wasn’t the least bit mad. That made me feel worse. In a decade, I was helping him unload firewood. He said he remembered that. 35 yards off, a boy was wide open! I felt all new!

Dee

First, I found the biggest houses I lived in were the most miserable.

Second, Eric Elrod loves his mom’s trailer park’s spirit.

Third, Hollywood is not only the richest city but still America’s suicide capital. 

Dee

“Michael dee house and Michaeldeehouse” at lulu.com