Legacy 023 -Braxton And Virgil, Scene-

Am I just now reading that it’s been 2000 days since B left? And 1441 days since V came on the scene. Doesn’t have the same zing. But neither does having $2000 in the bank. Enough for Burning Lava wings. Not books? Movies? Braxton And Virgil, Scene.

Friday, July 24, 2026

Legacy 023 -Braxton And Virgil, Scene-

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Of my boys Braxton and Virgil. Brothers that have never met. Trying to keep Virgil… Alive!

Myself? Not so much. I better enjoy my boys being together in The Unfinished Archive.

Braxton forbid, something happens to V. My boys will be together—the Rainbow Bridge, Heaven, a picnic in a garden. I’m not Thanos. But I always imagined Braxton would want us lying in a garden, under some awning. At the head of the bed would be all fried food to the left and right, cold food and snacks. At the foot of the bed, we could climb off and run around in the sunlight for a while. “Island In The Sun.” Don’t make me… “Weezer”

I don’t see myself as funny. I’m sitting here “Wondering if a n-a like me can go to Heaven, Sophia. Don’t see it happening. “Jeezu”!

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

Yesterday I meant to buy some more books. I’ve practically lost all my Kindle Rewards points. Yeah, like those are important? Anyway, it was effing humiliating. I have a belly.

And instead of buying “Sunrise on the Reaping” or “Julia”. What with $32.00. A shame.

No, the shame is thinking about the Burning Lava Wings on that effing food truck and what groceries I can get to survive the week. So, skip the food truck. I can get two days.

Belly full, brain full of boobies/yabbos, but my bank account will be empty. Oh, and I cannot forget to buy air fresheners. I was about to say I didn’t have to read what my Old Man said—effing chiseled in stone. Being alive is bullsh$t!

That’s not what Braxton and Virgil’s potential stepmom sees. Disappointing… She is who she is, but I don’t knock her for it. As I was trying to tell her yesterday, or rather show her. My sadness is like Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 Ego’s Expansion. It reigns over all.

Fight it, forget it, feel it, and at some point be happy. Existence is one big funeral, and I’m just looking for my hole. Eww! You know what I was thinking, Lady Sophia… M Anime’s

Uh, she has three and amazing yabbos too. But she’s naïve, Julianne Moore in Blindness.
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Emilia Clarke in Me Before You. My point? Sometimes you see the worst… That’s it!

Living in pain, ugliness, never escaping. Braxton And Virgil, Scene

2000 Days Without B III, Day 1441 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters
Will

Log 011 ~How I Will Tomorrow~

“Some of you love sleep more than you love success,” Eric Thomas said, and that’s one more reason I should be; no I won’t get upset, positive vibes and tomorrow will be better I keep saying. How I Will Tomorrow

Friday, July 12, 2019

Log 011 ~How I Will Tomorrow~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Millionaire right now, and tomorrow I’ll have more. If that’s one thing that remains constant, it’s my need for more, for everything. Let’s have more words, time, money, fucking self-control (Language). At least today’s story isn’t about giving another chick money. Don’t get me wrong; I don’t quarrel with strippers, pornstars, models, you know I have hired and discovered quite a few. If anything, I would rather spend money and not another piece of my soul. Yeah, what’s another dollar for something I don’t use, ahem Brainbuddy, or Momokun.

Now that’s a “gripping” story, not paying to avoid porn or a grander stash. You see Lady Sophia some things that should be bigger, my cushion for my novel. Last week I was touting a five-thousand-word victory, and I barely got two thousand today. If only excuses sold so easy, B III was sick; I’m addicted to Marz, I napped too long. Hell the writing I did today I’m not too happy with, remember I was looking forward to The Corpse of Anna Fritz. The chapter ended a bit early, 2500 words as always, and I’m nearly halfway done, you know. I can still do worse, I had one character sucking a man’s penis, minus the man keeping it; too graphic? Today isn’t Thursday, and I was in no mood but this afternoon, dammit Momokun.

I could tell you all about my dream girl, umm Alycia Debnam-Carey. Anyway, I add all women all shapes and sizes, races too, though I do owe an apology to a Bailey now. Tomorrow who will be next, Chapter 12: The Horrors of Heavy Petting. What will Audrey do now that she knows she’s an Android? Do they have a plan to deal with those infected girls in the bedroom? Will Audrey continue to love The Beast. Hell will this book ever see the light of day. “Gulp” does have a chance of seeing a million Kindles if I pull the trigger and get it published. It won’t cost me everything and would be my way of testing the waters. One more bit of writing to ruin without playing. What did I say about Marz watching her entire “Heavy Rain” playthrough? Might as well spoil “Until Dawn” heard it’s fantastic.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ehcp_lI5CAc

Not like I’ve had time to play games with not writing, taking naps, and broken promises, How Will I Tomorrow?

I Will Have No Fear