Wednesday, August 26, 2026
Legacy 056 -B’s Are Silent, Virgil-
Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… And I don’t only mean the fact that Virgil catches far too many Z’s. And when awake, Inspector…
B was like this; your brother was all that, the almighty Braxton Barks Bradford, Inspector.
I miss him. And besides his last breath, the last beat of his heart, how his head bobbed, Inspector. I remember the silence. B was brave enough to exist in silence. But he would bark his head off for anything and everything. And that’s what I’m thinking of right now. And it’s too much damn noise. Or it’s silent like a graveyard. “You choose.” Major…
“For better or for worse, there’s going to be wheat, and there’s going to be chaff. You choose, boys. Remember, you choose.”
“Shut the fuck up! Holy shit! Suck a dick, will you? I mean, just… You fucking lotus-eater. You old sack of shit. Shut up!”
The Long Walk (2025)
Excuse me, The Major from The Long Walk. The sound of my boots pounding pavement
More like wood or linoleum flooring, the Day Job, “The Bad Place,” my boys imagine.
Speaking of imagine… “Whatever You Imagine.” Wasn’t I last week or the week before… “Disgusting.”
“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000
I made up a whole story in my head that I had offended someone at the Day Job and they would never let me touch the speaker again. My nearly forty-two-year-old ass worried over something so trivial. And do we need to walk down the road of E-Day, Inspector E.
That’s causing the most noise—the sound of blowing out candles on an Emergence Day cake that I will never light. Hell, I might not have enough cash for a cake this year, I bet.
Between keeping Will’s Writings, Witticisms, and Wisdom/The Unfinished Archive alive. And the way my ISP keeps robbing me. I’m losing “Mo’ Money, Mo Money,” Echo.
That chime of the phone is rarely good news. And B III and 2-V’s, stepmother…
Potential Future stepmom to be sure. Braxton knows I appreciate her dirty Spanish, my dear Inspector Echo. But still I come off as one of The Yayhoos singing “Baby I Love You…” but leave me the Fuck Alone! Though that’s not exactly true this week…
Seriously! This bitch (Braxton’s words) broke my heart the 24th of last year and had me “Smokin Out The Window.” And all I wanted to hear was her crying, screaming, and moaning. Her and the man she supposedly chose. Suffering? Sexually? Am I a SIMP? A Sadist? The stuff I hear in the silence. Sex causes me not to think. The creation of a life…
Admittedly attempted, allegedly. But death can be noisy too. Shut-up? Scream? B’s Are Silent, Virgil
2033 Days Without B III, Day 1474 of Virgil’s Arrival
B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters
Will
