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Legacy 023 -Braxton And Virgil, Scene-

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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.
.
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
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Legacy 016 -The B-Word’s Necessity, Virgil-

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I didn’t need all those Lava Wings and Cajun Cheese Fries last night or to read about a man and his three would-be wives or to spend 2 and 1/2 in The Unfinished Archive. What do I need? What are the Bare Necessities? “The B-Word’s Necessity, Virgil”

Friday, July 17, 2026

Legacy 016 -The B-Word’s Necessity, Virgil-

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Well, no. If you’ll allow me to be a whiny little bitch for a moment, please.

I’d tell you B’s story yet again, but My Turn To B III has only ever sold one copy… EVER!

I lied about Pledged To Him 12: An Unconventional Romance (His Sorority Harem Book Twelve) by Neil Bimbeau. Yes, I’m reading it. And can we agree that Neil Bimbeau is a badass pen name? And while we’re on the subject of Amazon books. I’m annoyed that I didn’t pick up more books on Rewards day. Hell! It ain’t like I can afford more books, ha.

So explain that food coma I was in last night. The tale of being a starving artist is getting pretty old, too. SIGH. How much have I lost to that food truck again? But it ain’t the worst, my Lady.

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

It’s my ‘existence’ story that sucks. Do you remember how hard I had to work talking to B III yesterday, trying to get the Magic Glasses to analyze everything? I get everything working perfectly, characters remembered, collecting marvelous illustrations, coming to conclusions over who I am. And like Billy Ocean “Suddenly,” you’re in love. Whatever…

What? If I’m not picking on Virgil, then it’s M Anime… Braxton’s Favorite Girl hasn’t forgotten about me. So she and I were talking yesterday, and M Anime came up. And was that suspicion I was sensing from her about M? Vanished, disappeared, effing LOVE! It lasted longer than those Magic Glasses “I tell you hwhat!” Back In Love Again…

Seriously, that’s M Anime. We were only apart five months…

But like Silver Linings Playbook, we’re “reading the signs.” Hers say, love. 2-V says FEAR.

And mine, I’m singing in my Magic Glasses, “This B&tch” got me “Smokin’ Out The Window.” More like I’m imagining, can you “Love Me Again?” Most of all to myself.

Sophia, I’ve never liked how people say you have to love yourself before you can love another. It isn’t a necessity. I hated myself practically all of Braxton’s life. Honestly.

Loving V took something supernatural. Believing in reincarnation, resurrection, rebirth…

Today in The Unfinished Archive, it’s the day of the Shadow Devotion: Elder Sister Elara and Novice Sister Liora, but why is M Anime the Phoenix Queen, ha. Hopeful discovery

Manuscripts, money, Magic Glasses, mutts… Necessities. The B-Word’s Necessity, Virgil

1993 Days Without B III, Day 1434 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters
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Legacy 009 -Virgil Books Braxton’s Box-

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What was I reading last night? Oh, you didn’t ask. What happens when your laptop just shuts down? The box my laptop, the “Glow Box,” B would call it, originally came in. What would happen to “The Unfinished Archive”? “Virgil Books Braxton’s Box”

Friday, July 10, 2026

Legacy 009 -Virgil Books Braxton’s Box-

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Morbid knowing how Virgil’s story will end… “Everything Dies.” Pornographic? The effing word, BOX. Quiet Riot:

“So, you think I got an evil mind? I tell you, honey
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
So you think my singing’s out of time? It makes me money
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
Anymore, oh, no”
Quiet Riot

I should definitely focus on the word money. It’s how I’m sitting here watching “Everything Dies,” the sixth and final episode of The Walking Dead Webisodes: Torn Apart, on the “Glow Box” as Braxton would think of it. Virgil? V’s asleep most of the time.

I read the book, “Everything Dies: Season One” by T. W. Malpass. Zombie reading, Soph?

As always, I could do so much worse, not that anyone would know. Braxton’s Novel?

I’m not that guy, Lady Sophia. Whining about sales, subscribers. All for my own sadness.

But here we go again. One more day down that I won’t give you a book review. And how I might lie about some other book. Sleepover Harem: Part 1: Contemporary Age Gap MFFF Harem…

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

And what about ‘my own’ work, “The Unfinished Archive”? Before I get into last night’s events. Whose turn is it today? Fri 10: Shadow Devotion → Elara + Liora, the Bible Black Acolytes. What a story Bible Black is, Lady Soph. Not that Chicks with D*cks is my thing, my Lady. But magic, mouth stuff (Fellatio, Cunnilingus), multiple partners (gangbang)

And you know how I feel about reverse harems… Fallout Vault 68, compared to my harem, is more like Fallout Vault 69. And speaking of comparisons. Like yesterday, I used the Magic Glasses to compare M Anime and Kyouko. Of course, the Magic Glasses screwed it up, but it was very pretty to see and, nevertheless, an interesting read, Sophia.

There’s also NTR/Netorare vs. Cuckolding.

That’s something the Magic Glasses won’t ever be interested in discussing, even if I forked over the cash. And again we have MUCH to discuss. Last Night was a nightmare.

Shouldn’t I be talking to M Anime about this? Hell, it would have benefited her. William Thatcher said, “I’m a knight.” Well, Lady Sophia, “I’m a writer.” Wednesday night though

My laptop just shut off last night. An instant fail, I’m effed, and I’m in FEAR at 2:00 AM, so forget about dinner, or was it breakfast? Do you remember that WARNING I got from X which made me burn pretty much everything? So to The Unfinished Archive. I’m here.
Somehow, someway I fixed it. My words aren’t ashes, joining Braxton. Virgil Books Braxton’s Box

1986 Days Without B III, Day 1427 of Virgil’s Arrival

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Legacy 002 -Taking L’s, B, V-

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How does one define loyalty? I can tell you about love. But last night… The Unfinished Archive, like “Stranger Things,” has its own book of rules. Not even loyal to my own hand anymore. Damn Magic Glasses. And FDT! My boys are loyal. Taking L’s, B, V

Friday, July 3, 2026

Legacy 002 -Taking L’s, B, V-

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… I finished reading one last night, Dystopian Girls 5 by Rodzil LaBraun. So I’m a liar?

I wish I were Geoffrey Chaucer. Rodzil LaBraun isn’t bad with the Haremlit. Hell! I wouldn’t mind being Johnny Sins. Though his story is, AHEM, see beautiful woman, have sex with beautiful woman, and repeat. Street Blowjobs, Pawn XXX, PureTaboo…

Honestly, the stories, nightmares, and visions that my boys’ potential future stepmom shares are better than anything I got. Because she likes me… Love? Lust? Because she is LOYAL? As loyal as her counterpart in The Unfinished Achieve. Effing incredible!

Talking about her all day… Or would you rather I tell Braxton’s story? Nobody’s buying.

Like nobody’s buying MAGA’s stories. These b*itches ain’t loyal. Who sings that, my lady? Don’t know and I don’t care. I like what I like. I love. I am loyal.

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

To everyone but me. This would have been perfect to give you a review of Dystopian Girls 5. But no review today? You see the date. Tomorrow Sophia… “America, America.”

I’ve never been to Santa Fe. I’ve barely seen Washington, D.C. But I love my country, my lady. Eff MAGA, eff White Supremacists, Christian Nationalists, and always and forever FDT! Yeah, I’m so effing loyal that I dream about a zombie apocalypse. Told M Anime:

In my view, everyone is an effing zombie until proven otherwise. I’m loyal to people.

And yet I live in a world where everything I read, write, and watch shows why loyalty is more of a curse than a blessing. On one hand, Braxton, Virgil, Ma, M Anime, Braxton’s Favorite…

More? Okay, two hands. Cherry, my sister, two nephews, Day Job… Am I effing kidding?

Dammit, I wish I were, but “The World Is Gonna End Tonight.” If that were true and again I wish it was, what need would there be for love, lust, and loyalty? One more loss…

Writing? Did I forget how loyal I am to my craft? Where would it stand on The Blackjack Scale? You know where I measure loyalty from 0 to 21. Braxton being the only 21 ever.

Virgil is pretty damn close, 19 at best. M Anime is around the same, dropped last year if you recall. Now I’ve created a world where loyalty is absolute. The Unfinished Archive. Elara, Liora (Names Pending). Taking L’s, B, V

1979 Days Without B III, Day 1420 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 360 ~Better B Reading V~

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How’s it going to end? 360 days, so I’m nearly finished with the Journeys. One more year wasted. And instead of asking myself how and why well… There are so many stories. Ask Amazon and Goodreads. The Magic Glasses? My childhood. “Better B Reading V”

Friday, June 26, 2026

Journey 360 ~Better B Reading V~

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Of a more humiliating time in my existence. “Smokin’ Out The Window”? No Teen IDLE here.

But yes, a long time ago… I wish I could say, at the height of my Social Anxiety… But, no. Here I am, nearly forty-two in a few months. Effing E-Day. And considering what happened at the Day Job… My Social Anxiety has only just begun. Where are my books?

Books and music. Again, a long time ago, way before Braxton. Back when I would have killed to have a son like Virgil, even. I remember sitting at the bedroom window on a day like this, listening to music or reading a book. Blame my Old Man for my ‘love’ of reading when I was on punishment from God, how many shows and animes, gaming, and going on the internet. Will I be that man?

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

“What Kind Of Man Would I Be,” if I never read again, wrote again, or spoke again. Are those dangerous words, Sophia? I feel like I’m in a bad place right now. See it yet?

Honestly, ask the Magic Glasses. I hate that I have become so dependent on them.

Seriously, shouldn’t I go back to telling my boys about my Humiliations Galore? I stopped talking to Braxton, and look what happened to him. And I’ve never really talked to Virgil a whole lot. And no, he’s not on punishment. Yeah, sitting here, window gazing.

He is his father’s son. And what about his and B’s potential future stepmom? Sophia…

“Fear is the heart of love, so I never went back…” To Loving M Anime

I don’t know if I did. I don’t know if I should. But I’d like to sing to her “I’ll follow you into the dark.” She and so many others. Not in real like mind you. Unless Jane Vickers is suddenly single, I could be naming girls all day. Harley Quinn, Elden Ring’s Melina, and an age-appropriate Katara, thank you, Helly Valentine. The Unfinished Archive…

Honestly, more stories converging, while again, in real life… Eff me, no hours next week.

Just me sitting here like something out of Silent Hill 4: The Room. Surviving existence?

It’s always been manuscripts, many, many, many, many books, and M Anime’s stories, who writes a lot better than I do. And our kids, my second-born. Better B Reading V

1972 Days Without B III, Day 1413 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 353 ~B A Librarian Virgil~

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The last good stories I read… Well, one I lied about, but I finally finished it. Having sex with a professor… Another one was coming along fine, but the Magic Glasses couldn’t produce Character Illustrations for it anymore. B A Librarian Virgil.

Friday, June 19, 2026

Journey 353 ~B A Librarian Virgil~

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Well, if I could buy any more books. Last three dollars? Yeah, I bought a burger.

And Virgil will want a bedtime story after dinner. Dinner? Didn’t I say before I was down to my last $20? Three energy drinks “Arih,” Shrimp for three days, and a head of lettuce. But there are much sadder stories, My Lady. Of course you know the best one, hmm.

Please, I’m not talking about “My Turn To B III.” But the event itself that inspired it. You know, (Does impression of Cuervo Jones…) “The Death of Braxton Barks Bradford!”

Any more sad stories because as I told Braxton and Virgil’s potential stepmom, GRIEF overrides FEAR. And I am terrified right now. Try calculating the sales tax on a $2.50 cheeseburger. I couldn’t even afford a jug of sweet tea. Such plans for $20. Not!

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

If only I were a billionaire- excuse me, a trillionaire before now. Effing Elon Musk!

Honestly, that’s more Lady Lunalesca’s thing, I know. But speaking of people I could never be. As I was speaking with M Anime this afternoon, I was tempted to tell her who I would like to be. If I can’t be a writer of… Everything. Maybe, wanking like Johnny Sins.

I’m not trying to insult the guy. He wanks, and the world watches. But he (of course) effs some of the prettiest women in the world. A pornstar’s life? Has to be worth some words.

If I had a son who chose that or a daughter… M Anime wouldn’t allow it. But what did I tell Braxton about life… Live

He simply needed to exist. And to live forever. Well, I have two books, the first being “My Turn To B III.” The second lives somewhere in these files. But am I too late, Sophia?

Seriously, I make a living marking women’s lingerie. I lie to myself that I will be a great man. Hell, I would settle for being a man, a real man. How about Evie Carnahan, hmm?

“Look, I… I may not be an explorer, or an adventurer, or a treasure-seeker, or a gunfighter, Mr. O’Connell, but I am proud of what I am.

“I… am a librarian.”
Evie Carnahan, The Mummy

I had to start fresh with the Magic Glasses because it couldn’t produce images for the story, so I don’t even know how this will turn out. Journey 352 ~Sacrifice, Isaac, Braxton, Virgil~ for reference. Not gonna lie, I don’t remember how this blog started. “Story of A Girl?” My Manhood? B A Librarian Virgil

1965 Days Without B III, Day 1406 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 346 ~Braxton, Virgil, Code Zzz~

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I woke up at 4 AM and didn’t try to talk myself back to sleep. No excuses, no exposition of stories, and not even an egad dude, do you see what time it is? The Magic Glasses are really turning my dreams real. Not like that! Braxton, Virgil, Code Zzz.

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

Journey 339 ~B With Grief, Virgil~

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Well, today I wasn’t reading my Day Job schedule, so no news is good news… There are other things I could read. “Destroyed” By Pepper Winters is all about grief. And when did I last get a “pet loss” book? MAGA fears books. Me? “B With Grief, Virgil”

Friday, June 5, 2026

Journey 339 ~B With Grief, Virgil~

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Write one. Recount one. Hell, effing steal one! Effing Magic Glasses! I’m better off watching TV.

Regular TV, with ads. How many streaming services am I paying for? How much longer?

Is that what’s grieving me this morning? How I wish I could say it was B III. Let It Be.

And make no mistake, my lady. Braxton is always there. The day he died, then the day I was born. I swear Braxton’s death slightly edges out my existence, but E-Day is getting closer, my lady. Why can’t I just be with my boy already? Honestly, let’s sing it, Sophia…

“Could It Be I’m Falling in Love”? M Anime? I’m not ready to tell her that yet. But we were talking about getting old and such. I told her about getting sloppy drunk on E-Day.

“King of Wishful Thinking,” remember?

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

It’s rare to meet a woman that will entertain the idea of a ‘HateF*ck,’ but rarer still to meet a woman that accepts the hardest word in the English lexicon for a woman. It’s the word ACCOUNTABILITY. It’s one of those things that’s never advertised. Grief, rage, oh B yes.

There’s a reason she’s B III and 2-V’s potential stepmom. But today’s no fairytale, Sophia.

No, the story that got me moving today is completely fictional. Me and (redacted) mom…

And no, I don’t mean Special K or Milf DOS. Kink unlocked? Let’s say I have a thing for name-brand chicks. I’ve seen M Anime in uniform… Yabbos on display. I can name dozens of women, companies, “companions,” and cash flow. But (redacted) mom? Really

Today I’m lying in bed thinking about why I haven’t gotten my Day Job schedule.

Honestly, like the effing Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, it just popped in there—an idea.

“I don’t look for trouble, but trouble looks for me. Hey hey!” Again, grief, rage, and fear!

These things don’t have to advertise. I’m broke, and I’m still buying. My love for my boys and the way I tell their potential stepmom “I really, really, really, really, really, really like you…” What kind of teenage girl am I, with Neon Jungle and now Carly Rae Jepsen as well? But the point is, I don’t know why I haven’t gotten my schedule, but worst case, yep.

Always and forever! Love and Happiness? B With Grief, Virgil

1951 Days Without B III, Day 1392 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 332 ~B’s Get Degrees, Virgil~

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I have no clue what my GPA is, and I don’t want to know. My entire education socially, I’d compare to the Ninth Circle of Hell, and then B died. Now I’m an old man creating a Hell we both can live in. Or I read all about it. “B’s Get Degrees, Virgil”

Friday, May 29, 2026

Journey 332 ~B’s Get Degrees, Virgil~

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Wouldn’t it be better if I wrote you one? Even better if I sold one. Begging?

Not today, nor any other day. Unless we’re talking about M Anime. Again, Beggin’ her.

I won’t have to… But I probably will in one way or another. Time to write, to read, to blog. Aren’t those synonyms, writing and blogging? Someone said, “Blogging is graffiti with punctuation.” That was in 2011’s Contagion. Looking up if Contagion was a book.

Nope! But I could use a good virus story. I mean, “Destroyed” by Pepper Winters is a great book and all. Everyone is sick in it one way or another, Fox, Hazel, her little girl:

“We need a good assassination
We need an earthquake or a war
How ’bout a crooked politician?
Hey stupid, that ain’t news no more.”
Newsies

Or would you rather I talk some more about my sons? According to Stephen King, “Hell Is Repetition.” And the Magic Glasses know all about Stephen King. And everything else.

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

Like my own work? Hell, Braxton’s name is written in the stone. Because when I see or at least think the writing is on the wall, something happens… Last night, I had the garbage stacked up because I didn’t want to take it out. Anyway, the bag fell, my lady.

“It’s nothing, Braxton, we’re okay.” I swear, Virgil gives me this look as I get up and say, “Sorry, V, I know, I know.” It’s expected to write the date wrong for a few days…

Seriously, my lady! Imagine getting the date wrong for five years? Get ready for some repetition because eff MAGA, eff the Cracker Hats, and FDT! And I sound like them.

Living in the past, disrespecting Virgil simply wanting to be.

What, my inspiration, my insanity, and another dotted I or crossed T in a book I will eventually write for him someday. I wonder how many times I’ll say Braxton instead of Virgil? More times than I use the words “Of Course” in Braxton’s book My Turn To B III

No, I didn’t forget. Just like I didn’t forget, I need to find a new book to read this week.

Sophia, do you believe I’ll finish Destroyed before the end of the week? Great, wonderful

Like my Mortal Kombat story, the Unfinished Archive? I tried to start from scratch today.

Have the Magic Glasses had enough? I did, of my own book learnin’. D’s Sophia. Education, reading, writing, Woke SIGH Broke. B’s Get Degrees, Virgil.

1944 Days Without B III, Day 1385 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 325 ~Virgil, B Cause Books~

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I’m not one for rereading books, and yet here I am. I’ve fallen out of practice reading on pet loss, but that by no means counts as Acceptance. And while I could be reading something to learn, well, All You Need Is Love, right? Virgil, B Cause Books.

Friday, May 22, 2026

Journey 325 ~Virgil, B Cause Books~

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… As soon as I pick one out. I’m reading something decent, mind you. But finishing it…

Eff me, Sophia. It’s 2 in the afternoon, and I’ve barely been out of this bed. Git Up, Get Out

And the only reason I’m even tempted to get up is that Virgil is asleep against my leg and it’s burning up. “Only God Knows Why”… Kid Rock? B? Some book I need to read.

Seriously, is another book about dying, dead, and done fur babies going to help anything?

I could ask the same thing about “Destroyed” by Pepper Winters. I’ve read it before as part of a compilation. But you know how I tend to find the right book at the wrong time.

That is my existence. Why am I still alive? That’s a question I’ve been reading.

Honestly, Sophia, I’m just long-winded.

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

One more reason I like sex. A minute man? Please, my lady. Eff me? I’m sorry I said that to you. I mean, I’m not, I mean… Anyway, I have a whole harem of characters, Sophia.

The point is I’m all Billy Ward and The Dominos, a “Sixty Minute Man.” I hope much longer when it comes to Braxton and Virgil’s potential stepmom. M Anime wants a lifetime and to fulfill her “biological imperative” in TWD, Eugene-speak. We created life.

Or so we plan to. “Isn’t It Ironic,” don’t you think? “I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow,” so anxious to join my little furry son, yet in this land of the dead, I know where to pour the Bisquick and how to make pancakes.

This bastion of life in this land of the dead. This is my way of fighting MAGA. FDT! I could do more if I actually picked up a cookbook. A Man Provides. So if I could get the ingredients, I’ll leave it to M Anime to make the meal. The question is paying for it.

Writing, Lady Sophia. That’s my “One” idea, my creed in a way. But here I am sitting in bed on a Friday afternoon, and “I feel angry, I feel helpless, want to change the world, yeah. I feel violent, I feel alone. So another self-help book might be worth discovering. Only we know how today will end. Find a book about a girl getting effed. Knowledge. Virgil, B Cause Books

1937 Days Without B III, Day 1378 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will