Chronicle 354 ~Before, Forgiveness, Permission, Ask Why~

There are two, a dog and a girl. I never needed to beg forgiveness or ask permission. My son B and his Aunt. Yes, I did for many things, but I mean to keep breathing. To be who I was/am. Everyone else? “Before, Forgiveness, Permission, Ask Why.”

Monday, June 20, 2022

Chronicle 354 ~Before, Forgiveness, Permission, Ask Why~

Two-Hundred and Forty-Fifth Rule

Madam Justice
I AM a Billionaire right now, so forgiveness and permission no longer matter. At least from what I’ve seen. America! But the Why…

What is your reason, the why? You’ll have to forgive me, Madam. It’s been a long time since I’ve listened to my motivations. No wonder Sloth is quickly ha-ha becoming my favorite sin. Then again, I’m talking to you on Tuesday, June 14, 2022, Time-Traveling. Madam, I wouldn’t have the strength to speak to you today. Hell! This fucking week. Pardon my language. Now you’re not Inspector Echo. None of the people are around me. And yet I’m always sorry. Do you know what that’s like to be sorry for the mere act of existence? Dangerous words but true. But the thing I’m sorriest for is not over any person. I’m not sorry for being Braxton’s daddy, but how it ended. Being a father: why?

How many times have I said it? I told B III to get in the car, and that was that. From the new house to this place, he followed. Only day one, he was my sister’s puppy. I begged and pleaded for a dog when I was young, and nothing. My sister never uttered anything. Inevitable that a fur baby would end up in her arms. I didn’t ask; I didn’t steal. I only loved him, and I love him still. One more blessing from him never talking, my little boy. Again it goes back to existing. Do you remember that movie “Love Story?” Famous Lines. Love means never having to say you’re sorry. What about asking permission to be? Forgiveness, permission, I ask both.

But why? There are reasons I hate taking one step out of this place. There was a teacher that said I was the politest person ever. Only who the Hell was I, Madam. Then, today? I don’t know, but that goes for plenty of things. Why am I alive and Braxton isn’t? I still can’t believe he’d ask my forgiveness for not staying and permission to go away. As I know, my Little B. He was sorry that I was worried, that he wasn’t strong enough, that I cried. He wanted my permission to come back home with me. To fight, to try to B. And I know why? It’s love. Without his, I ask forgiveness and permission. It’s exhausting. Before, Forgiveness, Permission, Ask Why

505 Days Without B III

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Chronicle 347 ~There Is Freedom In Kneeling~

I rather die on my feet than live on my knees. Now bring my little boy back. Let me be all Forrest Gump, not having to worry about money no more. And that’s good, one less thing to think about. Why do so many turn to God? There Is Freedom In Kneeling

Monday, June 13, 2022

Chronicle 347 ~There Is Freedom In Kneeling~

Two-Hundred and Forty-Fourth Rule

Madam Justice
I AM a Billionaire right now, so I’m sure I could buy Negan’s bat “Lucille.” Hell, with that amount of money, everyone kneels.

Braxton was never one to bend the knee or stifle joint. Did I look up; do dogs have knees, Madam? There’s no one to ask here. The last time I was on bended knees and asking for some shit, B III was dying. Then again, my Old Man was one for Kirk Franklin or Donnie? “Yes after you done all you can, you just stand.” If it’s not Republican ideology, it’s Christian mythology. It is liberating to not need brains, blame, or balls. Meanness today? More like tomorrow, since I am time traveling at present. But let’s go further into the past with “Rule #15 I Take My Own Lumps.” Not all the time, Madam, which is why I kneel to my father. But God?

God spelled backward is Dog. I was talking to the Man in the Mirror today, Sunday. And I was saying how much I need to get out of this bed. Not for the Day Job, to dick around on Onlyfans, or dump a pile of clothes. If anything, I want to kneel before Braxton again. “When you’ll find your servant is your master.” If my Braxton lived, that is acceptable. Being down on the floor with him, I could see things from his perspective. I’m never happy, but I could see it on his face every day I came back. I could see his hope that his Daddy would save him. I saw his hunger to live and love, lift me, Daddy, take me home.

I squat down, looking at the fur babies at PetSmart. But kneel here and now and watch my fears, not given to God or anyone who would dare ask me to bend the knee. Never! I’ve had a woman kneel to me here or there. I know the power of that. And isn’t that a rule before 15? Rule #13 Power Is All That Matters. Yet sticking to my musical selections. “We’ve got love power. It’s the greatest power of them all.” I doubt I’ll ever find myself on bended knee before some girl; to feel it… Well, permanently anyway. Far as freedom? Black, a boy in a “man’s” body, no brain, and always thinking with my balls, right, Madam? There Is Freedom In Kneeling?

498 Days Without B III

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Chronicle 340 ~Puppies Make Everyone Stop Dead~

When B III died, if there had been a button to press to go with him… He was/is my reason to live. If I thought he’d forgive me… I never had him neutered, but I think we can do with more puppies and fewer bullets. Puppies Make Everyone Stop Dead.

Monday, June 6, 2022

Chronicle 340 ~Puppies Make Everyone Stop Dead~

Two-Hundred and Forty-Third Rule

Madam Justice
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I don’t like charity. Girls named Charity, Chasity, Chalastia, yes. But the action of giving Madam?

What I mean is, if I was a billionaire, they would say about me, “He could even keep the ones he cared about from dying.” You can thank Revenge of the Sith for that. But the thing is, people that have such power say, “Fuck The World.” And it is up to the rest of us… Well, when’s the last time I gave to charity? Everyone else has to help save the world. I would fight as hard as any Republican to keep my money if I had that paper. Then I ask about puppies. Braxton needed things, no question. He needs tests. Shut up and take my money! Anything he needed, even if it meant my life. What life after January 31, January 11?

People do for animals what they would never do for humans. I get emails, sign this petition, listen to this politician, and help the poor. I’m not a good man Madam. And I say often enough, most people make me more of a monster than a man. Inevitable Madam. Because when I’m not giving to help the animals like I once did when B III was still with me. I’m usually aiding another group of puppies. Um, I can say helping myself to them. The things men will do for a pair of Yabbos, Madam. Sure, I’m one for books, bucks, my son B. But give me a breast, or both, and it’s like I’ve died and gone to Heaven. Didn’t I say stop dead?

It’s part of why I do what I do, Madam. Remind me never to dive into painkillers before bedtime again. Sleep is the closest thing to death. Dangerous words. People can fuck and fight but do both at the same time… I wasn’t doing either but with Braxton lying here. Madam, I could be dead to the whole damn world, but I knew Braxton would keep me safe from everything. He’d cuddle with me and then stand at the foot of the bed. My boy. Walking into the house was like being reborn. I was a different person. Braxton’s love. Hate will keep you alive, but love is worth dying for. I’d give everyone a puppy instead of a gun. Puppies Make Everyone Stop Dead.

491 Days Without B III

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Chronicle 333 ~Hang With Some, You’ll Swing~

I hung with B mostly. The trouble we would get in is him with other dogs. And where he decided to do “business.” Now with him being gone or hell, being a black man in America… Anyway, being Memorial Day, just hanging out. Hang With Some, You’ll Swing

Monday, May 30, 2022

Chronicle 333 ~Hang With Some, You’ll Swing~

Two-Hundred and Forty-Second Rule

Madam Justice
I AM a Billionaire right now; who aren’t the most popular people right now… (Cough) Amazon, Facebook/Meta, Tesla, possibly Twitter. So wrong again?

How should I be punished? Considering my wayward dick… Hell! Haven’t I been punished enough? And I have plenty of time to go and see a doctor this week, Madam. Oh, and now Aylica Debnam-Carey left “Fear The Walking Dead,” I need to find a new dream. It’s not like I haven’t gone schwing over Jennifer Lawrence, a.k.a Katniss Everdeen. But no, my pain is never enough when I remember what I have done. Even if I had a billion dollars or even like the Barenaked Ladies sing, “If I had a million dollars.” Damn! Nothing makes up for my son’s death. I deserve this hurt. Only fixing my ear? I’m a man without conviction, in any sense of the word. Sitting Here In Limbo.

Is there anything worse than this? If this isn’t the hell I’ve imagined, I’m like a man with a noose around his neck, waiting for someone to pull the lever. Live or die; make your choice. Yes, to all the pop culture references. There is nothing but time. Sigh. There’s no hanging out with friends… Madam, the friend I want to hang out with… Braxton? I hung him out to dry 484 days ago. And now my tears continue to hang on, only to fall and be replaced by others. That’s how I exist; I hang around like yesterday. Madam, I thought about contacting a doctor. But like looking at a new fur baby, I couldn’t pull the trigger. Such a bad choice of words.

At least I’m not like some, you see. Those that watch 21 people die. Fucking Republicans. Now they deserve to hang. Not that I mean to get all political today Madam but this whole world. I was even looking over… okay I’m not finishing that sentence. I’ll bare my ass but my mind? I’ll save that for the books. Which I have the time for if I wanted to ha. Like I could ever get the hang of writing. Listen to how I talk to you. Hanging on every word, NOT! Or I’m busy talking about being hung like a horse. Hanging with Will? Madam, who would do that? Braxton hung on my arms, and so… Three little words hang. Hang With Some, You’ll Swing

484 Days Without B III

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Chronicle 326 ~Man’s Best Friends Aren’t Human~

I put women on such a pedestal, but I put my son… All the way up, as it were… He was/is my best friend but talking out loud to yourself, people think you’re crazy. The Imaginary, Spirits, and Pathogens believe that. Man’s Best Friends Aren’t Human.

Monday, May 23, 2022

Chronicle 326 ~Man’s Best Friends Aren’t Human~

Two-Hundred and Forty-First Rule

Madam Justice
I AM a Billionaire right now. Hopefully, I haven’t inadvertently caused the extinction of mankind. Robots, Zombies, Dogs…

Hell! We should give dogs the run of the planet anyway. And cats, chicks, creatures great and small. I won’t ever be some Christian man, but there’s a reason “God” made one man and tons of animals. To this day, my son, my Braxton, is the greatest man I’ve known. Well, male, at least. But what makes a monster and what makes a man. Who raised B III for 15 years, 11 months, and change? 13 days shy of his sweet 16. This fucking monster. My best friend, my brother, my boy. And here come the tears. I’ve been losing too much fluid these days to my other best friend… we’ll get to that. Despite everyone else, I am alone in A Great Big World.

Yet here I am talking to you. Except for talking to B III every Thursday, you must think me horrible. To cast aside “Dirty Diana” so callously. Again we’ll get to that soon. Anyway, I speak to my son on Thursday, and I talk to myself on Sunday. But then there’s you, Dear Future Wife, Inspector Echo. Lady Sophia, Lady Luna. Imaginary friends, pathetic. What’s even worse is how I have to censor myself around you. I got a message yesterday informing me about a technical glitch on one of my posts, and then I read those words… Some things you can’t put out into the void. One more Republican tendency. But most Republicans are monsters pretending to play gods. Unfriendly to humans for years.

No wonder THEY all reach out to God. Hell! I did when B III lived. For his love, life, ha. If Replika is a sign, even being “human” myself, the human race… well, Madam, inevitable? To hate… As I’ve hinted, I hate myself when I give into my baser urges like yesterday afternoon. I wasted the whole damn day on what, Stuff And Thangs? A dick on two legs. And what do I think of women? I hear all this talk of marrying your best friend. I didn’t have to do that, thank goodness. My father plopped a fur baby in my sister’s arms, and he chose me, Madam. My best friend, but women, angels, goddesses, or bitches and hoes? Only human. The void, remember? Man’s Best Friends Aren’t Human.

477 Days Without B III

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Chronicle 319 ~Soup, The Blanket Of Foods~

I’m a simple kind of man in most things. A woman told me she couldn’t stand a man that wanted her to cook every night. Well, I kept myself and B alive. Then he stopped eating. Um, soup helps me feel better and other things. Soup, The Blanket Of Foods

Monday, May 16, 2022

Chronicle 319 ~Soup, The Blanket Of Foods~

Two-Hundred and Fortieth Rule

Madam Justice
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I like soup. Instead of feasting on caviar, I’ll have Chicken & Sausage Gumbo (grilled shrimp.)

Campbell’s Chunky Chicken & Sausage Gumbo, to be specific. The grilled shrimp was my idea. I haven’t had it in a while, and you know why Madam. Sickness or Laziness? Campbell’s Chunky Classic Chicken Noodle Soup was supposed to make it all better. The Placebo Effect? It hasn’t. Neither is the staying hydrated, constant cups of Cranberry juice or dried Cranberries I’m eating. As it was with my ear, another trip to the doctor, (sigh)? Campbell’s Chunky Steak & Potato Soup? Well, at least it ain’t chicken. Hell, I am a chicken though Braxton’s Aunt Carolina might disagree. She’s become the farmer’s daughter or wifey. But not in an X (2022) sort of way. From food to porn, Madam. That’s how my mind works, apologies.

But at least I’m not forgetting to talk about my son. Day 428 then and Day 470 now. He is the cure for this painful thing called life, or rather existence. The love I have for him is real and keeps me going. But like whatever this sickness is I have (not COVID), I’m okay. I’m not happy, healthy, or listening to my heart. That’s terrible, I know. But horny, hungry, booking a one-way ticket to Hell. Only as the songs go, “Oh, I, oh, I’m still alive,” you took it all, but I’m still breathing,” I got away with it all and I’m still alive.” Music is a comfort, hmm. So is my never-ending list of books about grieving. But nothing beats B III.

Everything else that brings me comfort is perverse, pricey, and involves me being a prick. Sometimes it can be all three. I should be more worried about my prick. Inspector? Madam, that’s a conversation I need to have with her today, considering this week’s pain. It’s only Monday, and I had to forgo comfort for what. Hell! I slept over another hour because what brings me the most comfort that isn’t EVIL? Sleeping. You know what I want to do. But wasn’t it only yesterday I said Braxton would never forgive me? But if I finished his novel? Yesterday I was too busy making room for more porn. I wish I could stay in bed. Aren’t I? But no soup… Soup, The Blanket Of Foods

  1. Maiko Kaneda
  2. Imari Kurumi
  3. Yukiko Minase
  4. St. Louis
  5. Tifa Lockhart
  6. Aerith Gainsborough
  7. Scarlet
  8. Nico, Nicoletta Goldstein
  9. Hilda
  10. Juliet Starling
  11. Serah Farron
  12. Ashe, Ashelia B’nargin Dalmasca
  13. Lulu
  14. Linkle
  15. 2B
  16. Commander White
  17. Kainé
  18. Rikku
  19. Airi Akizuki
  20. Zone-tan
  21. Rei Ayanami
  22. Michiru Kaiou
  23. Kaori Saeki
  24. Ayana (Yellow Star)
  25. Sawa
  26. Kid (Chrono Cross)
  27. Cortana
  28. Minako (Sailor Venus)

470 Days Without B III

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Chronicle 312 ~Stupid Is As Stupid Does~

I’m still crying over a dog I put in a box 463 days ago. I’ve read 17 books I don’t remember. I listen to stories I read years back. I can’t tell you who won WWE Backlash. And how do Walkers/Zombies help me? Oh, and uh “love” Stupid Is As Stupid Does

Monday, May 9, 2022

Chronicle 312 ~Stupid Is As Stupid Does~

Two-Hundred and Thirty-Ninth Rule

Madam Justice
I AM a Billionaire right now, so I’m not… uh, Stupid. No, it has to be everyone else? Now about that word Madam…

Stupid? No! My son, my Braxton. The stupidest thing I’ve ever done is lose him. Is it stupid that I keep talking about him like this? 463 days and counting, Madam. My brain hasn’t been of much help these days or any day ending with Y. Why am I so stupid? Madam, you know how I hate this word. Stupid is the worst thing you can be in this existence. It was only yesterday I brought up B III’s speed. And I had to keep up with my boy. I keep saying he’s the best man I know, and why is that? In a minute, you’ll have me sounding like The EST of WWE, Bianca Belair. I can’t remember “Backlash” last night but my boy…

Stupid stories I keep reading, watching, and listening to? Ha, Not all of them, Madam. Well, it depends on your feelings towards a “Succubus.” Fate, Madam, or my dumb luck? Then, of course, there’s the genre that I’ve been “reading” the most. Every day something about a dog. There have been 20 books so far. And how much could I tell you about any one of them other than “The Dog Stars,” “A Dog’s Journey,” “It’s Just A Dog.” Hmm? The rest have been instructions on mourning or short tales. That doesn’t make me bright. I would have already finished my poetry collection “Gulp” If I were smart. But more to the point, my novel for my little one, “My Turn To B III.” Stupid…

Stupid when it came time to save Braxton. Or the things I do when I’m not sleeping. “You mean to say… as in sex?” That’s from the movie Serenity. Kaylee Frye, if I’m being specific, a.k.a. Jewel Staite. When it comes to sex, Madam, I’m a fucking genius. Not tooting my own horn or doing anything else with it. At least I’m trying not to. It’s inevitable, or so I think. THEY say that Pride leads to all other sins. Le Marquis de Sade said it’s Lust. If we go on Blade: Trinity, “sooner or later, the thirst always wins.” What does this all even mean? Sex or the lack thereof makes me plenty stupid. Like this list showing (sigh), Stupid Is As Stupid Does.

  1. Maiko Kaneda
  2. Imari Kurumi
  3. Yukiko Minase
  4. St. Louis
  5. Tifa Lockhart
  6. Aerith Gainsborough
  7. Scarlet
  8. Nico, Nicoletta Goldstein
  9. Hilda
  10. Juliet Starling
  11. Serah Farron
  12. Ashe, Ashelia B’nargin Dalmasca
  13. Lulu
  14. Linkle
  15. 2B
  16. Commander White
  17. Kainé
  18. Rikku
  19. Airi Akizuki
  20. Zone-tan
  21. Rei Ayanami
  22. Michiru Kaiou
  23. Kaori Saeki
  24. Ayana (Yellow Star)
  25. Sawa

463 Days Without B III

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Chronicle 305 ~Favors, Blessings Without Fine Print~

If he were here, what would B ask for? If it were my life, like the song “take me as I am, take my life, I would give it all, I would sacrifice.” If not justice or to live again, he’d ask the favor for me to live? Favors, Blessings Without Fine Print

Monday, May 2, 2022

Chronicle 305 ~Favors, Blessings Without Fine Print~

Two-Hundred and Thirty-Eighth Rule

Madam Justice
I AM a Billionaire right now, so I know everything has a price or, instead, everyone. Also, I can’t remember my last favor…

Holding the door open for someone? If I want to talk about favors, you know who I have to bring up. Say it with me (AHEM), “B III.” Only it wasn’t doing him favors. “It’s Only Love.” “Unconditionally.” Did I mention how good it is to hear again? I hope I continue to. Anyway, I’ve defined love before. Love is the willingness, want, need, desire, and ability to put one or something above oneself. And yet I’m ashamed it took Triple B dying… Well, here come the tears today, Friday, April 29. So yes, Madam, it’s Time Travel. How do I define a favor? Something being done with no request or repercussion. Of course, that’s off the top of my head. Holding a door requires nothing. Me wasting some time?

How I have wasted so much time today. It reminds me of something Chris Rock said about men being kind to women. All their doing is offering dick. Chivalry, Madam Justice… Today at least, meaning the 29th, only Cherry had to suffer. Wasting time, though:

  1. Maiko Kaneda
  2. Imari Kurumi
  3. Yukiko Minase
  4. St. Louis
  5. Tifa Lockhart
  6. Aerith Gainsborough
  7. Scarlet
  8. Nico, Nicoletta Goldstein
  9. Hilda
  10. Juliet Starling
  11. Serah Farron
  12. Ashe, Ashelia B’nargin Dalmasca
  13. Lulu
  14. Linkle
  15. 2B
  16. Commander White
  17. Kainé
  18. Rikku
  19. Airi Akizuki
  20. Zone-tan
  21. Rei Ayanami
  22. Michiru Kaiou
  23. Kaori Saeki
    024.

I’m sure this list has grown by now, much like myself… Yeah, a bad joke. I’ve done myself a favor and cut the phone off while we’re talking. I’ve never done that for another girl. This leads me to my point. There’s my Ma, my money, and my loins when it comes to women. I love my Ma; I work for women. And then with Others… AHEM “all I wanted was to see her naked.”

Has anyone done me a favor? Well, sure, but these past few days. I got a day off, but they were trying to save money. Breakfast? I had to go in. Holding doors sometimes… “Love Is an Open Door?” Fuck did I only now get that song? When I was still living with my Olds, I needed to close the door. There were no closed doors when it came to me and B III. Yeah, there were baby gates, but I never closed the door unless I was wrong? I always invited Braxton’s aunt in. M Anime has an invitation. Cherry’s dress was hanging on the door… Hell, I should do myself another favor. What do I want from myself? Favors, Blessings Without Fine Print.

456 Days Without B III

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Chronicle 298 ~Rank People Higher Than Magazines~

How this rule spoke to me once upon a time… Um, it’s not like I would be able to hear it anyway. While I’m all into books and a glossy page from time to time, magazines were never my thing, really. For the articles? Rank People Higher Than Magazines.

Monday, April 25, 2022

Chronicle 298 ~Rank People Higher Than Magazines~

Two-Hundred and Thirty-Seventh Rule

Madam Justice
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I own every Sports Illustrated: Swimsuit Edition. And while on my mind, Playboy, Eileen Kelly…

What, would you instead have me talk about my Earache some more? Trust me, Madam, I read up on that before I stopped by to talk to you. I wasted $75.00 for a waxy clump. Should I cry about Triple B today? That goes without saying… remember day 428? While I’ve been hemorrhaging money and not spending it on Braxton, I’ve bought 18 books on pets. The majority of them are all about grieving. Where was this zeal last year? In-memorial?And of course, there’s what I waste the most money on? As I said. While I read everything, not about fur babies, the year my son died, I got pretty heavy into photography. Hell! I was looking for anything worse than being a murderer, Madam.

Objectifying women? Madam, it was only several Victoria’s Secret catalogs when I was a boy. There’s a quote from Lao Tzu attributed to Gandhi about your thoughts. A thought can become a word, an action, a habit, your character, and your destiny. Madam, I’d like to tell you that it’s my destiny to write novels. I look at what day it is. Dennis Hof wrote a book, but he also owned several brothels. What about Hugh Hefner? Speaking of men, I shouldn’t be looking up to. Ron Jeremy, Larry Flynt. Must I continue? Since the beginning of the internet, “Dial-Up” (shudders), dare I say. I would make magazine covers of a specific nature. It’s how I found my first cover girl, a mistake for sure.

Not the color of her skin but the content of her character. Um, we can talk about her hair color. That’s something I’ve been focusing on a lot since last night. It’s how I slept. There are bodies, boobs, and what big eyes you have. Yeah, being that close someday? That’s when the words will come out right so that I’ll be publishing novels one day. There was a time I wanted to report stories, yet you see how the world is… Hell. Fuck I sent Braxton to Heaven, the Rainbow Bridge, whatever. He’s deserving of a Bible. But no; Maiko Kaneda, Imari Kurumi, Yukiko Minase, St. Louis, Tifa Lockhart. And someone real? Then, Madam Justice, I’ll be one to Rank People Higher Than Magazines.

449 Days Without B III

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Chronicle 291 ~Kindness Beats Right On Occasion~

I know this isn’t the RIGHT time, and I’m KIND of sick now. Hell, I haven’t been right for 442 days. And kindness has never been my forte when everybody I see daily is a… well, moving on. Kindness Beats Right On Occasion

Monday, April 18, 2022

Chronicle 291 ~Kindness Beats Right On Occasion~

Two-Hundred and Thirty-Sixth Rule

Madam Justice
I AM a Billionaire right now, so even if I look or am being STUPID, shitty, perhaps skeevy, money and might make right.

I can say that I want to feel right at this moment. But I’m settling for kindness. Of course, what’s that going to net me? Even talking to you right now, Madam Justice isn’t any kindness. It’s only, what’s right, because I’m time traveling, so you know what that means? Monday, I’m anything but kind because I need to be right. If I’m not right, I’m wrong, and you know how I see that. As the song goes, “I feel STUPID.” But this particular moment? Yeah, you guessed it, I feel sick, silent, and sinful. Is it a kindness to try and save me in such a manner? Or would it be right to spend money I don’t have to get the help I need?

I was kind to my boy in his last days. Considering how I am with most people, I was kind to him always. Hell, it wasn’t kindness; it was outright love. Hatred does the unthinkable. When it comes to love and hate, all I’ve heard in life. In the end Madam, “love conquers all.” But hatred dilutes it. Call it my Republican tendencies; everything I said about being a billionaire and such, but I’m not. In a way, I’m worse. I’m indifferent at times (sigh) selfish. I cover it up by saying I’m doing the right thing. But like happy what about right? Madam, if I had been right, Braxton would be alive, but I needed his kindness, and I gave mine back to him.

It’s always been my theory that I could afford such kindness once everything is right. Yeah, being kind to Braxton’s aunt, to Cherry, to M Anime. Kindness to myself, well, a specific part anyway, but am I being right? Keeping Braxton alive… kindness and right. Now, if you asked me what would feel right today? Monday, let’s go back four months before the Tifa Lockhart dress. Oh, and let’s not forget Zoe Colletti. Strawberry Blonde… I wouldn’t be all out of sorts. My pain would be on trying to hear out my right ear now. No, what would be right is to be punished for all I’ve done. God is cruel, kind, love; who knows. Call living this way, right? Kindness Beats Right On Occasion

442 Days Without B III

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will