“Te Quiero Papi” is one of the best things my girlfriend says. Next to it… I’m always wet for you. She says it in Spanish too, but I love you/te quiero is the first thing I learned. If I don’t get blown away or washed away. Braxton Storms Out Virgil.
Saturday, October 10, 2026
Legacy 101 -Braxton Storms Out Virgil-
Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Trillionaire right now…Which means I cry on the softest pillows. Visit the wettest and wildest places… With my dick!
Seriously! Oh, and burn my eyes with only the hottest herbs and spices, Kentucky Fried…
Or I hire a hot maid to clean up my bed sheets. Maybe that’s a fantasy M Anime, and I can explore. However, M’s falling into girlfriend/wifey/mother-of-my-children mode. Uh, me? A man ain’t supposed to cry, so I find the stormy weather pretty perfect, Luna.
So I’m wasting the day. And didn’t I waste yesterday too? As a father and a husband, I can only imagine what would have happened if I’d only brought back an eight-pack of water. Hmm.
Always a day late and a dollar short, emphasis on the DOLLAR. Family, Lady Lunalesca.
Braxton cried for a day, then took his storm straight to the Rainbow Bridge. Paradise?
“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000
Another thing Virgil and I have in common. We are both big criers. So what is it today, Lunalesca? Sweat, blood, or tears? I’d say cum… Please! Yeah, I’m not feeling very sexy right now. Yeah, like I wasn’t staring at the tits of my favorite Asian mother and daughter duo earlier today. Which brings me back to what I should be worried about, Lady Luna.
The Magic Glasses/MIMA. If only I could have been there, you know. What, like that scene out of Transformers… Glen Whitmann/Anthony Anderson? Oh, I need to piss myself too. I know, Lady Lunalesca, I’m being gross. I’m sorry. But I’m empty. At least that’s how I feel. Water, water everywhere, and it’s like I’m in a barren desert, Lunalesca.
My cup is empty or filled with Bloom. Maybe I should say doom and gloom, which is how the world all around looks. What time is the damn hurricane? I didn’t know what time it was last night. But I woke up, and the town had not blown away. Blowjobs…
Honestly, I need to stop. But I can’t “Drift Away,” “Float On,” “Beyond The Sea” of misery, which is the loss of my son. On top of everything else? Sink or swim, is it not?
Drowning is not my cup of tea, Lunalesca. And now I’m thinking about the cocktail they gave my Braxton all those years ago to end it. No friendly drop to help me after. Just the rain. Braxton Storms Out Virgil.
2078 Days Without B III, Day 1519 of Virgil’s Arrival
B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters
Will
