My boys have been hanging around more than usual. Braxton’s “Energy” is writing a new testament come Monday with FIRSTBORN. Virgil knows I’ve been worried about the Trump Win. And even the nicest Yabbos leave me hanging. Braxton, Virgil, Hang Around.
Sunday, November 10, 2024
Meditation 132 ~Braxton, Virgil, Hang Around~
To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… And November won’t be so HARD for you. Seriously… In terms of No Nut November… Good Luck!
Other than that, this month has been very HARD. And “Isn’t It Ironic, with everything.
Even now, your stomach is in knots. And you are feeling pretty wired. Energy shots.
Today, it’s as if you’re hanging by a wire. That’s been me all last week. It won’t be getting any better. Everything went downhill when you put your pants on. More like the moment you wake up. Why didn’t you hang around in bed as I have been doing? Mourning…
You’re asking yourself what have I roped you into. It’s less than Braxton’s passing away.
Though you still feel it’s all your fault from a very good dad to a voter and now a villain.
Donald J Trump will be president. Your Six Impossible Things:
- I WILL BE VIEWING Jack McAfghan: Pawprints from Heaven
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 008, No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
Completed (Day 015 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 Son Thinks I Am
Failed
None of it is going away as fast as your “Stuff & Thang” in your pants. The last time you felt anything “down there,” you had just finished your book for the week. You’re lazy…
“Taking The Team.” And before that, there was “Polly & Her Neighbor.” Come on, man! And both of those were right after Jack McAfghan and his human Kate McGahan’s book.
When it comes to the lewd reads, you can think worse. For example, there’s “Karen.”
Do you see that? Do you see her? You would be all Bad to the Bone. However, Virgil is still lying here. He’s been hanging out a lot like B III’s… Spirit, Ghost, Energy, Whatever.
Everything’s hanging like the sword of Damocles. Six Impossible Things:
- I WILL BE VIEWING Taking the Team: An explicit hotwife group menage, Lolita Minx
- 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 015, 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 Son Thinks I Am
So you’re looking for something HARD to plant under your feet. Is it not HARD enough being a black man in the heart of Trump’s country? Trump nation come January…
That’s why I called Braxton back. You’ll hear his voice come Monday morning. But he’s…
You know, you know, but are you saying, “Give me something to believe in?” I swear I was talking to Braxton the other day. And how he says he speaks to you like Bumblebee’s radio. How do these songs pop into your head like something out of Limitless? You know?
Beats the snapping of a neck… Choking? Virgil’s whining at a closed-door… Or you moaning anytime you pull your pants down at a pair of Yabbos. Braxton, Virgil, Hang Around
1379 Days Without B III, Day 820 of Virgil’s Arrival
B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will