Some days there’s nothing left. I’m empty. The fridge. Another bag of dog food. My bank account. What book am I reading next? My book sales. The bed that I’m not in. The beat goes on. I hope Braxton is eating, wherever. And V? “Braxton, Virgil On E.”
Sunday, March 1, 2026
Journey 243 ~Braxton, Virgil On E~
To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… And before I get to kicking your ass, let me say this. Don’t go cursing your boys?
Their bellies are full, so are their beds, and they’re damn near boy crazy like a couple of gossipy girls. Hey! What did I say? Why are you being such a meanie today? Life Sucks!
Ah, yes, the “Battlecry” of an angsty teen. Back when Nujabes and “Samurai Champloo” were life. When you believed you still had a chance at a life. Honestly, your existence…
And yes, I know you’ve only been awake for a few hours. Last week was my bad, my failure, and my disgrace. And I didn’t want you to see the mess I made, so… No! I didn’t go that far, but considering one of the first things you did today involved the last slices of bread. Not Six Impossible Things:
- I WILL BE VIEWING Hometown Heat Wave, Chase Jannock
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 000 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
Failed (Day 001 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
Yeah, you haven’t gotten yours yet. Empty? Well, less than empty. Nation 01? More like Negative 01, since yes, you’ve already failed number 06 by waking up full of… plenty.
Let us begin with something STUPID. Yesterday, that game, Whiteout Survival. You’re more full of failure and guilt over an app than MAGA shows toward the living. You emptied your city to fill graves—an empty vault. You filled an armory, but there are no hands left to wield swords. What good is it to fill a throne with an empty heart, I ask, hmm.
And yes, it’s an effed up game, and you at least have the good sense to feel bad. Man, FDT!
How about eff AI too? You create 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 001 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
And every week you fill it with failure. It’s empty rhetoric. More so today, tomorrow…
Always and forever, your heart is broken. And unlike some STUPID mobile game, your heart isn’t empty. You keep having to refill it, and speaking of which, Virgil’s food bowl, rather Braxton’s food bowl. You couldn’t even get Virgil his own things. Well, I couldn’t anyway, and especially not now. But food, yes. What about yourself? Again, I effed up.
I didn’t want stars in my eyes last night. Headlights most likely? And while you’re thinking about more ways to be broke, optometrist, bug people, sanitation workers, and if M Anime should COME… You’ll fill her up—siblings for the boys. But you’re full of crap. Braxton, Virgil On E
1855 Days Without B III, Day 1296 of Virgil’s Arrival
B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will
