Slave, victim of the Solanum virus, sentient (Android). I feel heavy. Heavy heart, my legs don’t want to move. I miss that little bit of weight from B III sitting on my head telling me to get up. 2-V gets his beauty sleep. Braxton Tried, Virgil Tired
Sunday, May 24, 2026
Journey 327 ~Braxton Tried, Virgil Tired~
To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… Nice to see you joined the land of the living today. Yeah, I know, “Go To Hell.”
And you don’t mean that in a fun “Dante’s Inferno” type of way. “Whiteout Survival”? What about “Virgin Roster”? “Casual Romance Club”? Staying up? Sleeplessness?
Please! It’s not like you’ve spent all night with your “Enormous P” in your hand.
Seriously! It was only last night. And I was reading about Elara and Liora. Honestly…
Yes, this is all my fault, what happened this morning with you. Damn the Magic Glasses, I know, I know. You’re feeling like Nada from “They Live,” discovering the aliens.
Speaking of “They Live,” what about Braxton and Virgil? You can bring Braxton down from “Para-para-paradise” whenever you want. And how dare you. Virgil’s sleeping.
However, is the little guy resting? You aren’t for damn sure with Six Impossible Things:
- I WILL BE VIEWING Natural Desires (Call Her Mommy)
Completed - I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Life Story
Failed - I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
Failed - I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 004 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
Failed (Day 000 No Fap) - I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
Failed - I WILL BE VALIANT, Being The Man My SONS Think I Am
Failed
“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000
You tried. Braxton knows you have, and you’re tired. Sleeping can’t outrun this sickness of yours. And yes, that’s my fault, and it will be yours too if you don’t seek help. I’d say you have time, but I said that all last week, and here you are at 2:30 in the afternoon. No food in the house, not finding a way out of the mess I made, and you’re making. And you’re constantly looking at some fine piece of ass. Must you be so crass? I know you are cranky.
But I want to ask you to be better. For who? Eff man! M Anime is an effing goddess! Hmm
And you can’t be a good man for her? A Man Provides! Six Impossible Things:
- I WILL BE VIEWING I Have No Clue Whatsoever
- I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Life Story
- I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
- I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 000 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
- I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
- I WILL BE VALIANT, Being The Man My SONS Think I Am
You can’t do these things for yourself. Hell, even when Braxton was dying, you were here typing away. A “Slave To The Rhythm.” Sustenance, Sleep, and Success, and everything.
You want to say writing ain’t getting it, but what else do you have? Hell, you can blame this as much as the Day Job, Depression, and the inability to keep your d*ck on lock. Braxton wants you to be better. And what the Hell is Virgil going to do should you right this second prove that “Everybody Is Somebody”? Virgil might be cuter than Braxton someday if he keeps sleeping at this pace. Meanwhile, you’re getting uglier. Eyes hurt?
Sleeping in your glasses, harem girls in all worlds, and living. Braxton Tried, Virgil Tired
1939 Days Without B III, Day 1380 of Virgil’s Arrival
B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will
