Friday, June 12, 2026

Journey 346 ~Braxton, Virgil, Code Zzz~

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… After I take a nap, of course. After I figure out one to tell you. Maybe…

“Oh, maybe it’s your kind of way
Maybe this is Heaven’s gate
Maybe I’m your King
Or maybe I don’t know a thing
Maybe you’re too far away
Maybe you know God awaits
Maybe it’s your touch
Or maybe I just dream too much
But you’re beautiful
You’re everything, everything and more.”
― Dear Heaven

I don’t think I’ll be singing anything so beautiful to M Anime—no offense to The Book of Clarence. I don’t think I’ll be telling her any bedtime stories either. No, when we’re in bed really… B III up in Heaven, The Rainbow Bridge, wherever 2-V behind the door, um

“I Just Had Sex”! I expect that’s what my boys, my sons, will hear. Birds and the Bees indeed, Lady Sophia. I had to share that story with Braxton. “Are you a Chihuahua or a Hound dog,” I’d ask him. Doesn’t matter; a dog is still a dog, and he liked his girl or parts.

Best Breasts, Legs, and Thighs can be found in a bucket of chicken—Braxton’s dreams.

“Sleepy time B”! I remember.

“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000

Virgil is always sleeping. Like Father, like Son. Do we both wish to join his brother?

Honestly? No on his end. If Braxton taught me anything, it’s that “You want… every… single second.” Weird ain’t it? I write some pretty evil stories, my Lady. And of everything I’ve ever written. Everything I’ve ever put my name to paper. It’s not his novel “My Turn To B III” that defines me as a writer. It was his Euthanasia that made me his executioner. We’re not talking about the ramifications of that story. A love story, Sophia?

M Anime and I? Again, we won’t be telling bedtime stories. But if we have children, fairy tales will be in abundance. Can’t be reading Destroyed by Pepper Winters. Done?

How long have I been picking away at that book? I don’t know what I did last night, but I woke up around 4 AM. I’m trying to be careful with the Magic Glasses. Who’s doing the writing, me or them? One pair is producing character sheets. Another has my shorts around my ankles as I read about Nicoletta Goldstein sucking my… Seriously, my lady?

In my dreams. And maybe V is dreaming about me actually lying here being productive.

He could be dreaming of having a better Dog Dad. I mean, I did turn on the air… For him

Another story of my weakness? No, thank you. But “Feeling So Good Today.” So fiction writing? But air, ARIH energy, Authorship? Braxton, Virgil, Code Zzz

1958 Days Without B III, Day 1399 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will