Sunday, July 30, 2023

Tale 029 ~Virgil Will B Twenty-Four~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now. But Thirty-eight beats never. Now’s not the time for joking. You are the worst joke of all?

You knew that was coming. Hell! I’ve been through enough. And you’re looking at the clock with bated breath. A spoiled, self-centered, selfish… God, you want to say more, ha. Once again, there’s no time for silliness or smiling. For the love of everything, smile? Please, don’t! But you can appreciate that you wouldn’t have had to clean anything in a few hours. And everything’s back to normal. Say his name: Virgil Vivi Bradford. Yeah! You had to delete Braxton’s middle name, which says much about your mental state. As the song goes, “If I Only Had A Brain.” You need a (growls) a heart. That’s my advice for you. With everything I did yesterday… Was it for love? It wasn’t those Six Impossible Things:

1. I WILL BE VIEWING Succubus 8 (Riddles And Revenge) LitRPG
   Completed
2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Albums
   Failed
3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
   Failed
4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 002 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
   Failed (Day 002 No Fap)
5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
   Failed
6. I WILL BE VALIANT Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am
   Failed

Use your head. That would be another piece of advice. A heart would be fantastic. Yesterday, I was using my head to track down veterinarians. How many did I call? Republican fallacy that. I was offering thoughts and prayers for Virgil. And it paid off… And besides the almost whole day, I spent trying to save Virgil. And you wake up to the memories of Braxton. Do you know what other names came? Uh, what’s under the Visual Lady’s shirt and Chasity Lynn? Tsk, tsk, right? I swear I treat “adult situations” like a zombie virus. Add to that selfishness and stupidity. All about the letter S. It’s so dumb. Which is why you want to sleep existence away. And not do Six Impossible Things:

1. I WILL BE VIEWING Healing After Pet Loss: Navigating Grief
2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Albums
3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 002 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
6. I WILL BE VALIANT Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am

You have twenty-four hours. Isn’t that what the motivations would say? Ah! Good Times. You were up on time, and what did you do for, let’s say, an hour and a half? Uh-huh. Yeah. All last week, I was talking about time. Or was it this week? Whatever! It was about how I fear it. Then, last night, I looked in the mirror. My last piece of advice… Smiling. Repeating myself, I know, but don’t smile. It’s so gross (shudders). Worse than Virgil throwing up. What about seeing him through another twenty-four hours? Didn’t I say everything would be okay if I got to August? In October, Virgil will be twenty-one. A few months after? A new day. Suck it up. Virgil Will B Twenty-Four

910 Days Without B III, Day 351 of Virgil’s Arrival

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will