Aw Hell B, Aw Hail V. How many times has V seen hail? And B… Am I forgetting him? According to my therapist, aka AI, my own descent shows that I’m coming “Down To Earth.” But to quote a Cracker Hat, “I don’t want reality.” Hello Braxton, Hail Virgil.
Friday, February 27, 2026
Journey 241 ~Hello Braxton, Hail Virgil~
Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Hometown Heat Wave? I’ll finish reading that tomorrow. Whiteout Survival? SVS: A war story. My books…
We’ll get to that, to them… I say that every day, don’t I? But I have this thing about needing to eat and all. I don’t have enough hours… I know Sophia, I hear them too—an effing cadre of motivational speakers. I don’t have enough hands… Writing and jerking.
That leads me to excuse number three. As Smash Mouth sings it, “Can’t Get Enough Of You Baby.” My baby being, M Anime. B III and Virgil’s potential stepmom. She’s…
Honestly? Hot as Hell! Well, of course, but there’s so much more to her, like a song I’m starting to think I dreamt up. Or a perverted movie plot. I swear I’ve been thinking about it since talking to M. The woman has my attention.
“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000
But the books, all the books, Sophia! My ideas, Journey 234 ~Braxton and Virgil Bounce~
First, there was the story of the two Chihuahua pups and their human fighter-father as they try to escape the underground HUMAN fighting ring, the “Inferno Circuit.” It is run by a three-dog criminal empire known as the Cerberus Syndicate. Seriously? Am I for real?
Next was M Amine’s nightmares, the three characters that “ravage” her, and the demon that can’t take her. So what if the human and genetically created characters by using her body “sexually” somehow gave her the strength to beat the demon and save the world…
Dying Light series… Lastly, “The Running Man…”. Huntresses? Black Orchid Division, the Crimson Requiem (nuns with red habits). Inferno Cadre.
But what about my life story? Exist. Oh, the last thing I want to do is speak on the weather.
My daddy said when a man come talking about the weather, keep yo hand on your wallet.
― Life (1999)
Hail. That’s a funny story about my Virgil. Okay, it will be someday, with how scared he was. Do I have any funny stories about B III and the weather? My boys hate the rain.
Sophia, I remember when I thought, “What if the Town Blew Away?” Daria, pop culture.
Anyway, I grabbed Braxton’s “resting place” and between his box and my pendant… I just wanted my boy by my side. Virgil wasn’t here yet. I’m not that cruel but then M Anime turns me to a “Savage,” like Whethan meets Tillie Cole’s “Sick Fux.” Read Grocery list, finances, SVS reports… Hello Braxton, Hail Virgil
1853 Days Without B III, Day 1294 of Virgil’s Arrival
B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will
