MPsays, Things We Lose to the New Year.

Written by Mister Promo | January 10, 2016

Last year, someone lit a fire over my world and burned away all matter that served absolutely no purpose. A great deal of matter was destroyed. Let's just say, the only thing left can fit in a one room apartment. Memories have been erased, pictures deleted, jobs replaced. All to make way for what is to come.

I remember 2012. I was excited to graduate from a dead end job, to prosper in a company with professional growth. I remember moving up quite rapidly. From dietary aide, to short order cook, to cook. All promotions I never asked for. Yet upon receiving them, the pay rate would increase. That was a plus.

~ MP ~

Written by Allen Mark | May 20, 2017

All the while I was never happy.  Why was I never happy? Simply put, it was entirely because I was not in control of my own decisions. In fact, I have never been in charge of my own groundbreaking decisions. I have always been forced to do things that have made me feel uncomfortable. All because I lack a man-like backbone.

I am here to confess that this will no longer be an issue for me. Mark my words in this blog post.

"I Am The Ruler Of My Decision Making."

The only reason you find it easy to treat me like a child is because I act as such. I can only pray that you weren't actually fond of that boyish way because that boy died yesterday.

Are you prepared for what is to come?

I guess I don't really care if you are or not.

This is my life and I plan to live it how I see fit.

~ AM ~

MPsays, It's Over But You're Still Concerned.

Written by Mister Promo | October 13, 2015


We began innocent, with knowledge of first names and no background check. The first couple of months were exciting. Nothing was predictable. It was as if we were actors in a stageplay. Each meeting was eventful. A party as you would call it. It was a smooth and yet delightful engagement. This being, whenever we were together, working together. Before long, that would all change. Beginning with attitudes. Happiness became frustration as smiles turned to frowns. Daily communication grew to non-existent.

Yet, here it is, so much time has passed and I am still concerned. Thinking, wondering. How can I help, assist? Am I wasting my time? I'm sure that I am the only one holding on to a rope that is limp on the other end. My hand is already sore from these restraints. I believe it's time I loosen the grip and consider the option of letting go.

Wow! That wasn't hard. Next, my mission is moving on. This should be much easier. There are many other prospects much worthier of my attention and time. I must breathe life into my future and discontinue supplying air to my past. I cannot do it if I have any inkling of an idea that there could be something when there is nothing. So, from now on, I must believe wholeheartedly that there is absolutely no chance for us. Ever.  


Goodbye.