Grin and bear it, THEY say. I’m sick of laughing, leaving so many smiles in my mask. Fake smiles. God, I love masks. How about living life this way, alone? I did before then for 15 years I had B. It wasn’t enough, but THEY say. So Smile, B Reasonable
Sunday, December 19, 2021
Chronicle 171 ~So Smile, B Reasonable~
To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and you get to be a lazy ass today. Well, isn’t that most Sundays? The Long Walk?
Besides being a book, you want to read. Only not this month. It’s fucking creepy to be in PetSmart on a Sunday. The day Braxton died. Wednesday, specifically Wednesday, February 10, 2021, is no good for the record. Also, add Thursday, February 4. Reasonable right? Braxton’s death, picking up his remains; when he was cremated. You guess if you’re not going to PetSmart or picking up Braxton’s prints at Walmart. Well, you have time to cry, and it beats dick… Did you come up with that? Better crying than jacking. Anyway, we’ll get to that. So the reason you’re not smiling today is that Saturday was my last chance. I’m sorry I failed you, but you will spend Christmas alone. Oh, there’s Six Impossible Things:
- I AM Finishing Reading The Christmas Nanny by Elizabeth Kelly
Completed (53 from 52) - I AM Finishing Gathering, My Braxton’s Albums
Partial - I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published SIGH
Failed - I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 024 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
Failed (Day 002 No Fap) - I WILL Work On A Tattoo Of B III
Failed - I WILL Be The Man My Son Thinks I Am
Failed
Failing at these things is only one more tradition. Last night I tried. There’s reading Christmas Erotica while Braxton naps. Watching Santa’s travels, Christmas Eve. Inevitable that I would smile. I mean a genuine smile. I was able to do it without thinking. Much like jacking off, when I smile any day, I feel disgusted after. You will, as well. Um, not the jacking, but there are no guarantees there. Only we’ll get there, dammit. Tis the season of joy, like going to Disney World or saying you love someone. The last time I said those words? Hell, I tried smiling; I don’t remember if I did or not. Jim Kelly said, “I’ll be too busy looking good” with his defeat. Braxton looked angelic. But me failing Six Impossible Things:
- I AM Finishing Reading Meet Me Under The Mistletoe, Stacey Kennedy
- I AM Finishing Gathering, My Braxton’s Albums (Picture Daily)
- I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published SIGH
- I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 002 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
- I WILL Work On A Tattoo Of B III
- I WILL Be The Man My Son Thinks I Am
While you were working on Stuff and Thangs this morning, OnlyFans. Why don’t you show your face? The way you look. Your body is one thing but the mood, moment, moaning. Such pleasures but no smiling, there’s demand, disgust, destruction. Reasonable to smile or not? Take, for example, your work. Again another novel, grin boy. Days you get off from the hellacious Day Job. But with spending dollars and time? Christmas time is here. And all you know is rage. Again your Republican tendencies, dude. But always and forever, there will be Braxton. The pain from losing him and the “happiness” from his life. Happy is still the wrong word. Smiling and happiness are not mutually exclusive. Living Life This Way… So Smile, B Reasonable
322 Days Without B III
BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will