Next time take the train, but I’m on The Long Walk. Who taught me how to read? I was never trained to write… Not a bestseller anyway. Again, The Long Walk or Midnight Sleazy Train. And what about my boys, my woman? Virgil Walks The B-Train.
Saturday, June 6, 2026
Journey 340 ~Virgil Walks The B-Train~
Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Oh B, don’t I know that ain’t true, considering my “Financial Transition.” Thank you, Eric Thomas.
The question is, what am I going to do about it? I’ve been sitting here all morning, waiting for my second-born to walk. Playing Whiteout Survival. Wanking over M Anime.
Lunalesca, Braxton knows I hear you! Eww! What would Braxton’s and Virgil’s stepmom think of me? “What say you there, fuzzy-britches? Feel like talking?” Seriously, that would require M Anime to wear more clothes. Or a crucifix… Seriously, Lunalesca later!
I got bigger fish to fry… Well, that would require me to have money to burn. And at the very least I’m not fired for that whole REDACTED Mom thing. The stories I tell myself.
The stories that Virgil hears. And why? Of all the reasons he became Braxton’s brother…
Pee pee in the pot-tay!
“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000
Well, on the training pad. You know what I mean, Lunalesca. Virgil didn’t need training.
And who am I to train anyone or anything? No, Virgil is my boy, my son, just like Braxton is, four legs, fur, fido species and all. I made a man out of my B III, but with little Virgil…
Yeah, I’m still trying. My hopes were set a little too high when it came to him, I think, Lu.
I didn’t want to train him with his potty spot and in the same breath what did I expect ha.
Lead me out of Hell? Serve as a guide in this life. Hence his name. But am I Dante, Luna?
In the mirror: “He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus.”
I am definitely not. And yet I have M Anime ready to play my Mary Magdalene. “I Don’t Know How To Love Him.” Jesus Christ Superstar. If I could write something like that, Lunalesca… SIGH, a righteous way to make money, especially with M’s feelings.
Honestly, at the moment I feel like an idiot. A horny idiot. Without formal training.
Lunalesca, being a writer requires a lot of training, and it’s so effing late. Forty-one.
However, I’m still sitting here drooling about the Hentai series “Midnight Sleazy Train.”
Or recalling when the guys ran a “Train” on Rainey Summer Day from the book The Five.
Like I got no home training. And training M Anime to be my submissive. Me, V, Virgil Walks The B-Train
1952 Days Without B III, Day 1393 of Virgil’s Arrival
B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will
