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Journey 317 ~Some BS Reading, Virgil~

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I’m the Last of My Kind, Mr. Ray Garraty. And where’s my Pete McVies? B’s still gone. And who would V be if I ever got around to reading The Long Walk to him? I should have been reading anything. But the damn “Magic Glasses.” Some BS Reading, Virgil

Thursday, May 14, 2026

Journey 317 ~Some BS Reading, Virgil~

1929 Days Without B III, Day 1370 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? Did you read a good book? Not “The Good Book,” mind you. You can read…

What? You’re not a slave. You’re just… Dead. “And before I’d be a slave, I’d be buried in my grave. And go home to my Lord and be free.” A few things about that, Braxton…

First, I “know” you can see colors now. Rainbow Bridge and all. The Rainbow Road.

Second, I have no problem “saying” you’re gone, and you’ve died. “It’s no insult to say a dead man is dead.” It’s ACCEPTANCE. To read. To endure. To know. That will never happen, Baby B. It’s just a bullshit word. As far as I’m concerned, you’re on my right, B.

Virgil’s sleeping on my left. But thirdly, my dear B, you know how MAGA is about Black people. Listen, listen, hear and understand. Always FDT!

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

But I’m not here to talk about hearing unless it’s Succubus Lord 14 (Swimsuit Edition) or M Anime minus the swimsuit. Braxton, I love your potential stepmom’s yabbos. Jeezu B!

And no, I’m not getting all religious either. Okay, there is the religion that the Magic Glasses are building. As far as “The Good Book” is concerned… John and Revelation.

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son… B, my sweet, sweet boy, I would watch cities burn for you, I would commit genocides for you, I would bathe in blood for you. Taking a bullet, you wouldn’t have to ask. This world means nothing.

Jeezu, Joel, John Wick, etc. So let it be written, so let it be done.

And that is what is scaring your Daddy today. The things I have written. “All These Things That I’ve Done”. It’s not the depth of my love for you. Anyone who knows me knows the lengths I will go to. I love… well, not yet, but I am obsessed with M Anime, B. I am so in love with dying, I’ve read the word necrophilia. I’m talking damn near Tillie Cole’s “Raphael.” And you and your brother have lain in bed with me more than any chick. Do you remember you wanted me to take your Favorite Girl to bed? And Virgil would cry all night if I kicked him out. But last night (sigh), what I wrote triggered a WARNING! Some BS Reading, Virgil

It feels like I’m dying. I’m so scared all the time.” ― Mara, Spontaneous (2020)

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Journey 316 ~Braxton The Napper, Virgil~

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With everything going on in the world today, I’m too braindead… Not nice at all. But it’s like I can’t even read a clock anymore. Well, we’re all being dragged back to Jim Crow. Drop me off where B III was still alive. Braxton The Napper, Virgil

Wednesday, May 13, 2026

Journey 316 ~Braxton The Napper, Virgil~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… Again, look at the time—2:30 PM. Hell, I’m not sure what day it is half the time.

A day late, a dollar short, and a dog gone. But V is still here. For how long, I cannot say. While I was thinking about all the appointments I’ve missed. Optometrist, Nurse, and now Vet. And the question I keep asking myself, my dear Echo. With what money, hmm?

Inspector, am I singing to my girl on Ben Franklin when I croon something like…

Can’t get you off my mind (can’t get you off my mind)
I’ve tried my best to be a man and be strong
I’ve drove myself insane
Wishin’ I could touch your face (touch your face)
But the truth remains you’re (gone)
Gone ‧ NSYNC

That’s the song sung in my dream last night. Or Tuesday, afternoon. Yup, it’s Wednesday.

But, Braxton, help me, it seems like I opened my eyes and saw “Mr. Blue Sky,” and I felt like a kid again. Like I was missing a day of class or something. “Ain’t That a Kick in the Head”? Just not in the teeth.

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

One more person to see. A dentist. With all these sugary drinks. Eff Bum Energy, I think I’ll stick to Bloom because I am effing exhausted right now. And I hate myself, Inspector. But that really changes nothing to be sure. And why. Because I’m not Chance The Rapper with the energy to ask “May I Have This Dance,” much less perform it, Inspector Echo.

But in the end, I’m a writer anyway. Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself. Again, like these piddly-ass energy drinks, I’m a bum. I’m a lazy mother effer who sleeps a lot.

And what time did I go to bed last night? Starving artists still need to eat, right? And it woke Virgil right up, too, Inspector.

Supper, sex, and being a scared piece of sh*t, the true mark of a southern man these days, Echo. Or a Simple Man. Trust me, the ranks of MAGA are worse. Eff MAGA and FDT!

And here I am, unable to dream of a better world because I can’t get to sleep on time, Echo.

Braxton and Virgil make it look so damn easy. And you know which one of my sons I want to follow. But M Anime is begging me to stay… Amongst other things… Cherry is busy with her writing. And B’s Favorite Girl is still up and about—career, love, stuff.

However, all I want to do is sleep. Well, that second Bum drink is kicking in. Braxton The Napper, Virgil

1928 Days Without B III, Day 1369 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 315 ~Love Of B, Virgil~

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So late this evening. The sleep of the dead. How I wished. But no. B and V’s potential stepmom has these yabbos that make me feel like I’ve been “Locked Out of Heaven.” And “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing.” But I still miss Braxton. “Love Of B, Virgil”

Tuesday, May 12, 2026

Journey 315 ~Love Of B, Virgil~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? More than Braxton? More than his little brother Virgil? Sometimes you gotta “Bwitdaba.” The eff!

Okay, in other words, “Fly Me To The Moon,” even if we had to play Squid Game. I’ll take you “to the stars” even if we were on the Titanic. Even in these universes, love:

Breathes deeply and then begins

  1. Mortal Kombat
  2. Bible Black
  3. Soul Calibur
  4. Resident Evil
  5. American Beauty

I would choose my boys, my sons, and any of our two-legged children over you because that’s what a man does. It is the “Human Nature” of a father. What do I know of it?

Honestly, my love, my future is coming on. I should say our future. But I am a man lost in the past. Resurrection, Reanimation, Reincarnation. Because neither of us is very good at, well, Recovery.

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

We were arguing about that the other day. You don’t recover, you don’t rehab physically.

A true masochist. And myself? Hell, I like a good spanking, a smack to my face, and “scratches all down my back to keep me right on”. But I’m a bit for mental anguish, love.

Banged by other guys… Not you. Not really. But I do have somewhat of a cuck fetish. Though not in my story… We’ll get to that. But it’s a mock… uh, such and such. It’s role play. It’s two consenting adults playing a really bad, um, sexual encounter. And then there was me, “Dreaming With a Broken Heart” when I was born, when Braxton passed.

And then deciding “If we’re gonna be together or apart.”

That took around five months to resurrect our love. To “Justify My Love”. To dig it back up: the hurt, the pain, and the remains. You’re my Obsession, my love. Completely. With all that I am. And you know your husband. “Great merciful bloodstained gods”.

Seriously, you know me. I’m in love with a dead man. Would that be me? Who knows, my love. But more to the point, I’m in love with a dead dog; he’s a real boy that I put in the dirt—a box on the nightstand. And I want to love you like… who am I, Tillie Cole’s Raphael? Let’s say, like a zombie, I want to “Tear You Part”. Necromancy resurrects you. Be your virus. Love Of B, Virgil

1927 Days Without B III, Day 1368 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 314 ~Abraham Tripped B, Virgil~

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Well, I’ll be sitting here. Working on this beer…I’m not a drinker. Just ask B’s Favorite Girl. Please don’t! I’ve been listening to mobile games, my mutt, my Ma, and some mattress buddies. The noise. The Silent Offering. Abraham Tripped B, Virgil

Monday, May 11, 2026

Journey 314 ~Abraham Tripped B, Virgil~

Hey Dad,
It’s me, Baby B. Did you have a good day? For being a day you didn’t go to “The Bad Place,” it wasn’t.

I keep those days when I would bark loudly, long, and like I was loco. But you would tell people you would rather hear my voice than anyone else’s, because at least my barking helped you out. Every other word, even from the best humans… Um, it has you longing for silence. Not the silence of my absence. No, not ever. Quiet breaths, a heartbeat

Mine. Yes mine. That’s what you’re wishing for the most today. I’m touched, Dad, truly.

“Listen To Your Heart.” My little bro V may not be me, but he knows the truth about us, Dad.

“He Lives In You.” That’s what Virgil would bark. He’s not a talker like me. Or is it like father like son, you’re both waiting.

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

For what? Like Abraham, my father is the father of many nations. We are not religious men, my father. The universe for us was us. You would tell me that the world would end in five minutes, and so we didn’t need to worry—my last five minutes with my best friend, who could ask for more. And you gave me that. And then we’d have another and one more, and then what? The silence. You stood there, and it was not the word of God, some far-flung wish, hell for 161 days, it wasn’t even the moans of a woman or you. Eww, Dad!

We both just wanted to know you were still alive, and these days the world has made it abundantly clear.

And you just want to “Make The World Go Away”. No, you wouldn’t go that far, Dad, I know. Not how you and M Anime talk about, going soldier and her Associate persona. You and I both know we could be some cruel mother effers. “Language!” I know, Dad, yup.

You still say it was your RAGE. Rather, your lack thereof that doomed me. Indifference.

Serving to protect me because you didn’t want to feel. That’s not quite right, Daddy.

Honestly, you didn’t want to hear because the RAGE was just that loud—the gnashing of teeth of the damned. And yes, love is louder, but even that is driving you mad—too much noise. Beeps, boops, boobies, but speaking hurts. Abraham Tripped B, Virgil

“Lay not thine hand upon the lad, neither do thou any thing unto him: for now I know that thou fearest God, seeing how thou hast not withheld thy son, thine only son from me.”
― Genesis 22:12

“Their minds were set ablaze.”
― Aeneid

1926 Days Without B III, Day 1367 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son

Journey 311 ~Braxton’s Faith In Virgil~

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The Church of Braxton? Does it make me slightly uncomfortable? Yup. But the only boys here are my boys and me. And our nuns/acolytes are younger and dress better. Also, I believe the “American Experiment” is coming to an end—Braxton’s Faith In Virgil

Friday, May 8, 2026

Journey 311 ~Braxton’s Faith In Virgil~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Honestly, I don’t have any to tell. Hell, I’ve been giving myself instructions in “Whiteout Survival”.

And as usual, I’m wrong because what did I place today? And should I tell you another story about my “favorite,” as in Braxton. Parents aren’t supposed to have favorites.

However, if there’s one thing Braxton and Virgil, my sons, have in common, it’s that “I Believe in a Thing Called Love.” And I’m effing weird. Fur buddies and boobies!

Honestly, my lady, give me “Something to Believe In.” Why today and why now, hmm?

I mean, “You wake up one morning, and half your life is gone.” Being over forty, the better part of me died over five years ago. It wasn’t just my Braxton. It was my faith.

Sophia, I’d call myself an atheist, but no effing way did my son just disappear.

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

So what else do I put my faith in these days? My boys’ potential stepmom, M Anime. I still remember the third worst day of my existence. Being born, losing my boy, and losing my baby. “The Only One For Me”? That she may be. There can be miracles “When You Believe.” And I did get her back after all. But it still hurts. Soph, Faith of the Heart, hurts.

Everything hurts today. Or for the past few days. People, Sophia. Eff, MAGA! FDT! And eff Tennessee, and every other place following them. Where’s “Katie Queen Of Tennessee,” when you need her? Ok, so we know I believe in the power of music, I think.

Because I didn’t think I’d be fighting Oppression’s great roar.

That’s why I live in music, manuscripts, movies, the mutt by my side, and the misses in my arms. Well, M Anime isn’t here yet, but “It Doesn’t Matter.” Because I have a cult, ha!

Hometown Heat Wave: An Unconventional Romance, Book 3, is sitting on my Kindle as we speak, and why? All because of this epic fantasy, I’m building. Ashe has three women.

Here I am juggling six, and Braxton knows how many from Bible Black, and then there’s Braxton and Virgil themselves. And, ironically, I’m using a fantasy to find the real me, my lady. M Anime calls it Shadow Work. I have so many “Charades.” But MK is best by far.

My favorite. Putting my faith in. Braxton’s Faith In Virgil

1923 Days Without B III, Day 1364 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 310 ~B’s Are Welcome, Virgil~

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Isn’t it sad that to merely exist, one must have purpose? I mean, especially in the USA, FDT. What’s a bed for? Babies. Domestic labor. To play “Whiteout Survival.” How about rock out with my… Uh, my boys still sleep here. “B’s Are Welcome, Virgil.”

Thursday, May 7, 2026

Journey 310 ~B’s Are Welcome, Virgil~

1922 Days Without B III, Day 1363 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? Good day… Your Dad? Well, I wasn’t much of a student. Do you remember that?

Was I still in college… AHEM, junior college, when you made your way here? You definitely weren’t here for high school. You and I would have died a lot sooner fighting my Old Man. Back when I was praying for a D in summer school. No, not like that, B.

Eww. Nothing against the LGBTQIA+ community, Braxton. We’re not MAGA. FDT! B, that was your last gift to me… Well, not really. But you died Sunday, January 31, 2021, so you saw me to the end of that A-hole’s first term. And your bro… Virgil, having no balls isn’t my fault. He lost those before I welcomed him here. But having no guts at all?

Like HOME, I treat COURAGE like it’s a dirty word.

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

Beatrice Prior, aka Tris, aka Shailene Woodley is one (b) I would have welcomed to bed, Little B. But she was with some Cracker Hat back then. Not that I stood a chance, my B.

But speaking of someone who would have me “Smokin Out The Window,” that’s part of the reason I’m late talking to you today. Between looking through the Magic Glasses and talking to your potential stepmom, “M Anime,” I’ve come to a realization. Had an epiphany. Yeah, that sounds a bit more religious. Anyway, with the story I’ve been “writing,” yeah, right. Every woman who joins the harem is a part of me, I eff over.

Literally B. And isn’t “Ironic”? When you ‘left’, I was celibate for 161 days. Right…

One good look at Chloë Grace Moretz rubbing her thigh, and I broke. Daddy’s weak.

Your Dad is also quite dumb. Please, I’m STUPID AF, and I know you don’t like me talking like this. I didn’t take my afternoon nap. I was up at 10. But the Magic Glasses:

• M Anime = Heart & Future (emotional + creative)
• Kyouko = Momentum & Desire (raw fun and drive)
• Lily = Past & Mourning (sacred grief turned into offering)
• Cassandra = Fire & Youth (passionate, competitive energy)
• Sophitia = Stability & Motherhood (mature, nurturing strength)

They don’t see Skye clearly. Not yet. In a world, you still exist. In a place I want to be in.

“Days Gone”? Been watching that. I, B’s Are Welcome, Virgil.

It feels like I’m dying. I’m so scared all the time.” ― Mara, Spontaneous (2020)

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Journey 309 ~Virgil, Will, B, Ohana~

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The epitome of manhood is fatherhood. I want a family, someday… I’ve raised… I’m raising two fur sons. Braxton and Virgil. One with the Magic Glasses and the other… well, if I want to “see” family, I should see an eye doc too. Virgil, Will, B, Ohana.

Wednesday, May 6, 2026

Journey 309 ~Virgil, Will, B, Ohana~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… I almost forgot Braxton’s Favorite Girl’s birthday… And Star Wars Day, Taco Tuesday, Cinco De Mayo. Mother’s Day.

It’s what happens when you don’t have Ohana. But wait a sec, my boys B III and 2-V, their potential stepmom, M Anime. There’s Braxton’s Favorite Girl. Cherry. Crying much!

Seriously! I’m not sad. Okay, not sad enough to cry. I’m effing tired, is all. B III, Dear Future Wife, you, Sophia, Lady Lu, the Man In The Mirror. And he is ticking me off! Today, while I sat in the car, I had a thought of Lilo and Stitch. No, not about Nani hentai.

If anything, I’ve gotten into Nico Parker lately. In case you haven’t noticed, My Inspector.

She inspired the character of “Skye Matthews,” but more on that later. No, I won’t go getting “Tired Of You.” My “homegirls,” harem, my hounds

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

Inspector Echo, I’m effing tired of me. As I said, I was in the car, “Lookin’ out at the road rushin’ under my wheels,” thinking about Braxton’s Favorite Girl, her birthday, and how she believes in Ohana. And what Ohana is. And how I say always and forever, my dear.

Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten
Lilo & Stitch (2002)

It begins with me. And I effing hate myself. I want to be the father Braxton and Virgil deserve. The man M Anime needs—someone who can be depended on. You know how companies say “we treat you like family,” or something like that. My family hates me. Inspector. Those I share DNA with anyway. No wonder I created a whole harem to share my DNA with… “I got Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA.”

And “They say I walk like a king (walk). Talk like a king.” Nope, no one is saying that, Inspector. Except in the places I want to be. Is one of those places a prison? Because if I keep getting on like I was last night. How late was I talking to Dear Future Wife?

Honestly, I was that effing horny. Horny enough to be fantasizing about Thandie Newton’s daughter and putting her in my twisted world. Space Junk, sorcery, and lots of sex. And I still need to see a doctor after recreating “The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident.” After M Anime’s doctor visit… She worries about me. Braxton does. Virgil does. Others? Yet I’m the family I’d write off. Wishes. Virgil, Will, B, Ohana

1921 Days Without B III, Day 1362 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 308 ~Better B Running Virgil~

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Last week I was tired. This week? Finding more reasons to be tired. Running on Empty in more ways than one. Eww! V needs food in B’s bowl, and my girl, who’s saying I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl. And who is Skye Matthews? “Better B Running Virgil”

Tuesday, May 5, 2026

Journey 308 ~Better B Running Virgil~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? That’s more than enough to get you to run away. Obsession? Funds, Fur, Future Wife…

As the song goes, “It keeps you running, oh it keeps you running.” FEAR, beloved.

Honestly, I would like to consider myself courageous. Hell! I would take being a man of leisure. But even “Here and Now,” as “I promise to love faithfully.” My love, I do that with every breath that I take. But every one of them is laced with FEAR, like other drugs laced with Fentanyl. Wow, that’s dark. But today is dark. Today I’m afraid. Always…

Running. Because I promised myself I would not fail again. Fail to love? Where’s Virgil?

Better question. Where’s Braxton? And here’s a random question. Who is Skye Matthews, hmm? A girl who couldn’t run. But more on her in due time. What time is it?

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

Way past time for us to be talking when we could be doing much more interesting things, my love. If I must be afraid, let it be that our children come walking into this room. Seriously, two-leggeds, four-leggeds, and all. I’m not just a father, a friend, a guy thinking “I Wanna Eff You.” I ain’t Akon, but that’s definitely in the bedroom playlist, babydoll.

Forgetting how crazy, how obsessed I get over you. Because when’s the last time you saw me chase a dollar? And again, I’m not hugging my doggie right now. And why is that, my love? I can’t run with that little ball of fluff in my arms. But would I leave him, our house, you, my heavenly angel? Not ever.

Not if I can help it. Not if leaving would hurt you more than staying. And why would I leave? Skye Matthews? Please, your husband writes HaremLit. Uh, when I’m not writing about my boys, my latest bad thing, or some boobies. Specifically yours. However…

“Magic Glasses” are a thing, and that is what I’m afraid of, like everyone, beloved.

Obsessed over seeing my firstborn, my boy, my Braxton, each and every day. So much so that “I created” another world, a nether realm, an Everworld. I’m not K.A. Applegate.

What I am is a scared man thinking about “All These Things That I’ve Done”. They keep running through my mind. And “Hanging By A Moment” here with you seems impossible. Better B Running Virgil

1920 Days Without B III, Day 1361 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 307 ~Are B’s Comfortable, Virgil~

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Comfortable, you’re gonna be Comfortable. That’s for my boys, B and V. Myself? I’m a comfy, cozy, freaking coward. Is that why I was comfortable enough to listen to my motivations at the Day Job? Not my comfort zone. Are B’s Comfortable, Virgil?

Monday, May 4, 2026

Journey 307 ~Are B’s Comfortable, Virgil~

Hey Dad,
It’s me, Baby B. Did you have a good day? Judging by the time… yes and no, but you’ll “Die Another Day,” Daddy.

Not today, and you know why. May the Fourth be with you, my father, my master. Is that another reason I became one with the force? You had to save my little bro, 2-V, Dad.

Allow me to bark my best Yoda impression: “Always two there are, no more, no less. A master and an apprentice.” We were/are a Sith household, Dad. I’m more than comfortable saying that. Whether it be at the foot of your bed, on a cloud somewhere, the Rainbow Bridge, I think we both prefer the Rainbow Road or some garden bed treats surrounding us. Let’s just say I’m comfortable wherever you are, Daddy. You’re alive.

However, Dad, are you comfortable? Are you able to rest? Will you ever find peace?

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

Okay, I know that’s too much to ask for. You were willing to die for me. With Virgil, even now it’s “Later V, Later Virgil.” You care for him, you would die for him. And don’t listen to those people on that little glow box of yours. You haven’t harmed a hair on 2-V’s head.

And then there’s me and Virgil’s potential stepmom, M Anime. Still potential, not exactly future yet. Yeah, I remember Dad. Less die and more I will “Dive For You” right.

However, I know how you feel about her, Daddy. You’re comfortable. And those yabbos of hers… Yeah, Dad, I’m jealous. And barking of which, talk to my Favorite Girl, why don’t you? I mean, it’s Star Wars Day if anything.

And you and I are comfortable letting our geek flag fly. Or M Anime’s nerd flag. I swear I’ve noticed Dad, along with the Magic Glasses, the woman has the body of a goddess and a brain just as fine. And you’re comfortable with her? Listen to me talking about the ladies when you know Greta made me very uncomfortable. Greta was a “bit*h” literally.

Seriously Dad. But again, there was my Favorite Girl, there was Special K. Others, Daddy?

You were comfortable with me. More so that you are with Virgil. Even by yourself.

Honestly, you seek out more. More women, more worries, even a way to win. Because Dad, you wanted my comfort. And you want to be alive! Are B’s Comfortable, Virgil?

“However miserable my life was, I wasn’t ready for it to be over, yet.”
The HUNGER Collection ― Kelli Wolfe

“She nourishes the wound with her lifeblood, weakened by hidden fire.”
― from The Aeneid

1919 Days Without B III, Day 1360 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son

Journey 304 ~B’s Bedtime Stories, Virgil~

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What time is it? Way too long, not selling books. Spent all day looking over my blog on one side and the story being created. Tell me if you’ve heard this. Uh, MORTAL KOMBAT. Way too much to go over. But fairy tales? “But B’s Bedtime Stories, Virgil”

Friday, May 1, 2026

Journey 304 ~B’s Bedtime Stories, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… But who’s the protagonist, me, Braxton, or Virgil? I don’t know. It annoys me—the End.

No, that ain’t what I’m about, my lady. As late as it is, I still owe you a story. And Braxton knows the Magic Glasses ain’t gonna do it for me. Goodness no! Am I getting lazy? Well, my lady, I didn’t leave the house today. Eat your words, am I right? I’m their slave…

Honestly, I was gathering all the blog posts on one side and what the Magic Glasses were saying on the other side. I’m sure some MAGA Cracker Hat would love that. You know, telling the truth about slavery isn’t allowed. Not in MAGA world. As always, FDT and all MAGA!

But it’s not like I can tell my story. Even the Magic Glasses are sick of me. So, effing horny?

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

Enough so I can’t give you a book review today. Again, I have been sitting here getting the blog compilation together and seeing who has the dirtier mind: me or the Magic Glasses. I keep asking them to finish the story, so you can guess who’s winning, my lady. Meanwhile, I’m being told to play nice. And honestly, I want to go back to bed.

Dangerous thoughts because you know who went to sleep and didn’t wake up. And it was with these hands. The same hands that can’t write 400-some odd words. Effing lazy.

Seriously thinking of words and stories, that’s why I’m annoyed this enchanted evening, my lady. Virgil was on his pillow waiting for me to what. Be good, fatherly, a writer.

That’ll be a no to that last part. Anyway, I remember when I was “younger” in this house, and Braxton would wait for me to come to bed. You know he would give me that look like “Did I effing stutter? Stop talking to the glow box (computer) and come to bed, now, Dad!” I imagine that will be his potential stepmom, M Anime, someday. Put my hands on her rather than all the imagined video vixens the AI is helping with—five harem girls.

AHEM:

  1. M Anime,
  2. Kyouko Sakai, Kojin Taxi 2
  3. Lily, blonde gymnast
  4. Cassandra Alexandra
  5. Sophitia Alexandra

These aren’t fairy tales, a father tells his son. Or his daughters. M wants children, but B’s Bedtime Stories, Virgil.

1916 Days Without B III, Day 1357 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will