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Journey 143 ~Braxton And Virgil Turn-In~

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I haven’t read about anyone taking my Day Job shifts. Am I anxious to read my Day Job walking papers? What do I know? I was reading the wrong book today. And if I intend to finish my one book a week… But if I don’t work… “Braxton And Virgil Turn-In.”

Friday, November 21, 2025

Journey 143 ~Braxton And Virgil Turn-In~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… That’s assuming I can still read. Do I still have the money to buy more books?

As of this moment… Yes. Even if I’m reading the wrong book. And Braxton knows what’s going to happen on Wednesday. I’m still STUPID, sad, and scared out of my effing mind, my lady. And speaking of ladies, wanking off to some girl making out with her boyfriend isn’t helping. Eww! Sounds like something I’d read in a book not meant for B and V.

Happy memories? You know I don’t do happy Sophia. But I was reading books featuring Cuckoldry, Netorare/NTR, and Harems long before my “Relationship” with M Anime even began. And now I think I keep going because much like reading about fur buddies passing away, reading about voyeurism, lovers being used, exhibitionists, and yes, harems, there’s something therapeutic about it, Sophia.

“I fill my lungs with fear and I Exhale!”
It’s My Turn to Fly The Urge ‧ 2000 (Titan A.E.)

But then again, no 150-word Depression cap. I’ll be as sad as I want to be over my B III. The way he and Virgil do now, sleep when I’m reading things they shouldn’t read and things I don’t want to read. Although what I was reading this morning… Accidental.

“Pledged To Him 7” by Neil Bimbeau. Except I never read “Pledged To Him 6.” Seriously, my lady, my boys aren’t the only ones who need to turn in. Not that I sleep well, Sophia.

I look at the alarm clock as prisoners must do on their last day. Someone said love doesn’t tell time, but neither does FEAR. Every minute and every moment. Sorry, McVries.

Honestly, Sophia, like Peter McVries from “The Long Walk.”

“Don’t think about making it to the end. Think about making it to the next moment,”
McVries, The Long Walk

“He lost his appetite for the carrot.”
The Long Walk

I’m more like Stebbins. But it isn’t that I lost my “appetite for the carrot.” I see it, I want it, but I’ll never reach it. And even if I get to rest a while and take a bite. I CAN’T DO THIS, Sophia. “I dare you to tell me to walk through fire.” Shinedown and all that. I can’t.

I read my Day Job schedule. And if I can’t do as they ask, then… I’m reading a pink slip.

At best, I’m reading a report on my record. That’s if I’m lucky. I’m fortunate to be the father of two. However, one of them is now in a box. And Virgil. He doesn’t read the bag, but he’s got food. Braxton And Virgil Turn-In.

1755 Days Without B III, Day 1196 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 142 ~V Visits Because Braxton~

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I could find someone to cover… It’s the week of Black Friday. I could be a no-call, no-show. Of course, I’d call or go in and say I can’t. Humiliations Galore. I could have a heart attack from worrying about it, “Forty-One.” V Visits Because Braxton.

Thursday, November 20, 2025

Journey 142 ~V Visits Because Braxton~

1754 Days Without B III, Day 1195 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? There wasn’t a vet visit. The maid “Special K” didn’t come over. Your Favorite Girl?

You know the six months prior to her becoming your Favorite Girl. So much barking.

That’s what I’m going to do today, B III. I’m going bark, b*tch, and bu… Uh, TMI, my buddy. Sorry! And I did that over a pair of Asian girls I’ve been watching lately because…

Business, bucks, and who doesn’t like a good bukkake scene… Oh, that’s gross, I know.

But we men ain’t we B. We two, we three, counting your brother, Virgil. Who thankfully left me alone awhile… The food truck wasn’t here today. But what is here, my little one, is this. FEAR. I’m still freaking out. I believe in polite circles, it’s called a “Panic Attack.” So, not Braxton, I won’t be finding courage, and the crying is different—Daddy’s cowardice.

“I fill my lungs with fear and I Exhale!”
It’s My Turn to Fly The Urge ‧ 2000 (Titan A.E.)

It ain’t Depression. It’s FEAR. And I’m going to explain it like you were a person. Get it, B? Because people are STUPID. As Snake Plissken said, “Welcome to the Human Race.” B. And isn’t it IRONIC… don’t you think,” that it’s people I’m trying to avoid next week. So, am I going to tell you the story or not? I wish I weren’t so effing hungry, B III. Damn!

Ok, so next week I’m doing something called Return Drop. The critical part B, People.

I had a Panic Attack a few years back. You might have guessed, given that I came back to you early. Well, now it’s on the schedule. Black and white. Black Friday. No way out.

I have until Tuesday to escape my fate, Little B. Then I might be visiting unemployment because, as I was screaming at Inspector Echo yesterday. I CAN’T DO THIS! Braxton…

I’m afraid. I could always drop dead. You don’t know how often I wish for that. And yes, I know “it ain’t right, it ain’t right, it ain’t right, it isn’t right. That sht is wrong.” But I’m not the “Head of State” either. Someone who can be scared shtless, sinful, skeevy, STUPID, and proud of it. I’m only a scared man who’s been visiting his Day Job for over a decade. And I believe I’ll be coming home to Virgil next week without a paycheck. It’s called a Panic Attack. V Visits Because Braxton

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

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Journey 136 ~Braxton, Virgil, Moving On~

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Run boy run… On the grounds that I want to make it back to my bed. Any move I make is towards being on my back, be it reading a good book, some beauty’s boobs, or joining my Braxton in what lies beyond the Rainbow Bridge. “Braxton, Virgil, Moving On”

Friday, November 14, 2025

Journey 136 ~Braxton, Virgil, Moving On~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… And it always begins with my boys. Doesn’t it? Will I even finish Michael Dalton’s book?

Better Bikini Magic than the thought of losing my Braxton, always and forever. But Soph?

There are two things I must make 100% abundantly clear. One, I know that’s not healthy, or at least that’s what all the pet loss books preach. And two, there is no such thing as ACCEPTANCE! Is Braxton gone? Yes. Is Virgil his reincarnation? No? He eats from Braxton’s bowl and dish, for God’s sake. He is not the “Return of the Mack. Do I exist in a universe without the physical manifestation of my firstborn son? Always and forever.

So “Papa Don’t Preach,” and “Mary Don’t You Weep.” No Woman, No Cry.” But me?

Well, I won’t be keeping that 150-Depression Cap today. There are too many stories, Sophia.

“I fill my lungs with fear and I Exhale!”
It’s My Turn to Fly The Urge ‧ 2000 (Titan A.E.)

How many will I buy today? Ones that I don’t have the ability to change in any way, shape, or form. Like the thirty-six bucks I spent at the movies on Thursday. “The Running Man.”

We’ll get to that. But I want to talk more about the subject that’s been plaguing me, or rather, all of us. Artificial Intelligence (AI), Augmenting Reality, or as MAGA puts it, Alternative Facts. It’s everywhere, my lady, and last night showed its corrosive effects.

Thankfully, I ain’t that asshat in the Oval Office FDT! Dumping “waste” on people, Eww!

But it’s like a writer’s power. Again, I think about my EX, M Anime. She joined a harem, and it gets me off thinking of her spreading her legs. Eww!

Cuckoldry/NTR. I don’t kink shame, my lady. Unless, um, you dump on people. Or feet.

None of that was in The Running Man last night. However, they did say some rude things about Ben Richards’ wife. And I wanted to do some obscene things to Laughlin/Katy O’Brian. Will I ever move on from yabbos, my yard stick, and doing you know what, my dear lady? Hell, I can’t say I’ve moved on from 1987’s “The Running Man.” But 2025’s well…

The story resonates with what’s happening in the world today—another Stephen King work indeed.

Seriously, he is one smart Mothereffer. I wish my novels were like that—the story of my life. Virgil will keep his. Movie receipts. Dog food. Braxton, Virgil, Moving On

1748 Days Without B III, Day 1189 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 135 ~Braxton and Virgil Repair~

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The fix is in… Nope. Nothing is changing for me today. Well, other than having to break up a paycheck in two since I didn’t work this week. Breaking open a bag of dog food for V. And breaking the bank to see The Running Man. Braxton and Virgil Repair

Thursday, November 13, 2025

Journey 135 ~Braxton and Virgil Repair~

1747 Days Without B III, Day 1188 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? Mine? Ahem. “There is no love here, and there is no pain. Every day…” Blah.

I do like that song “Every Day Is Exactly The Same.” But I find myself wanting to shout that MAGA battle cry of “I don’t want reality!” And you remember, when I would come back from the Day Job, either we’d be too busy catching our breaths walking or stuffing our faces to talk. Then came napping, and then and only then could you “Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.” What sound am I running from today? All or none, pick one B III.

“When you’re too in love to let it go,” M Anime, you, V, the Man in the Mirror on Sunday.

I can’t fix this in 150 words or less. I’m sorry, B III. I ask others to allow me yaboos/boobs, so allow me to boo-hoo.

“I fill my lungs with fear and I Exhale!”
It’s My Turn to Fly The Urge ‧ 2000 (Titan A.E.)

Today, I’m sad. Well, every day I’m sad, but I feel it more this morning. But how to fix it?

Even when Braxton was here and Virgil is here now, I didn’t know how. And maybe I should stop watching those, let’s say, “Alpha men” videos before bed, and dreaming? Honestly, Braxton, last night I had the most racist dreams, and I don’t know whether to blame MAGA or Tony Weaver Jr. It took me forever to find his name, B III. And why ha!

I only remember him screaming out, “GET SOME THERAPY.” Would that fix me, B III?

You didn’t know your Daddy back then. I was psychoanalyzed up the yin yang. And it didn’t take, B III.

I found courage with you; cash didn’t matter because it was you. And some P.Y.T.’s c*nt… Must I be so crass? What can I say, I’m feeling mean. Anyway, you like your favorite girl. And M Anime and I didn’t become a thing until four years after you left us.

So she’s more Virgil’s problem, and he can’t fix that. And nothing can fix me. Only that could be a lie. As I sit here thinking about going to see “The Running Man” tonight, B.

Yeah, you hated movie nights outside the house. Just me and your favorite girl. Jealous?

No, just hurting. “Guess we’re one in the same.” But you’re not broken anymore, Braxton.

I’m just broke—no hours for Braxton and Virgil Repair.

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

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Journey 129 ~Father’s B-Roll Advice, Virgil~

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If you want my advice, “Go To Sleep.” I told Braxton that all the time and on his last day… I don’t have to tell V that. He hopes he can get beside me without me pushing him to the edge or back to the foot of the bed. “Father’s B-Roll Advice, Virgil”

Friday, November 7, 2025

Journey 129 ~Father’s B-Roll Advice, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… 1983’s “A Christmas Story.” My favorite Christmas movie, though I don’t give a damn about Christmas.

Hell, “MY” favorite Christmas story didn’t even happen on Christmas. It was when my Ma got me Pokémon Stadium for the N64. I became an atheist around that time, Sophia.

Next to that, there was the Christmas I was playing the N64 before “Santa arrived…”

Wait a minute… Atheist? It was before I became a DogDad, a father. While I cannot say “I Believe” in America anymore. Effing MAGA, FDT! I won’t believe a soul like my Braxton was lost to the void. And Virgil is my child, too. I believe as I believe, Sophia.

Honestly, why? It’s just the way I am, as Eminem put it. So you’ll have to excuse me today, my Lady. No, 150-word Depression cap. I’m going all in. So…

“I fill my lungs with fear and I Exhale!”
It’s My Turn to Fly The Urge ‧ 2000 (Titan A.E.)

Sorry, not today, Lady Sophia.

Ok, I wish I had never been born. It is why I’m not qualified to advise my sons, my Lady.

But stories, these words, these words, these words, they have power. And my stories, uh.

Inspired by TikTok, I’ve been rereading “The Scorpion and the Frog.” The moral of it.

Comedy comes in threes. My son B III. His brother Virgil has three black spots along his back. And ask me what I care about in this existence. The boys, Braxton and Virgil, and sometimes even myself. Second, books and writing. Lastly, bucks or boobs/yabbos.

I swear a fool and his money… “I Need A Dollar” for food, but I pay to WATCH women eff because that’s the man I am. I lose friends, Sophia.

Family? What about a future? Hell, my effing sanity as I’ve been trying on positivity.

Only I can’t be a prolific writer, programming myself into a pornstar and puppy papa.

“A man chasing two rabbits ends up hungry; A wise man grows carrots.” Not a whole story… But again, words I can’t forget. No wonder I’m so tired, I’m trying to be “Many Men.” Not “Just A Man,” and none of them are good. The writer doesn’t get paid, the programmer does bad things, though I made $12. And the puppy papa? Well, V’s alive.

But what do I tell him? What did I tell Braxton? Be good, puppy. And as far as advice for myself? There are questions without answers. Father’s B-Roll Advice, Virgil

1741 Days Without B III, Day 1182 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 128 ~Don’t B Forgetful, Virgil~

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I’ve forgotten what it’s like not to be tired. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to wake up without fear. And I forgot about happiness way before I turned Forty-One. But I remember I am alive. 2-V lives, and B showed me how to. Don’t B Forgetful, Virgil.

Thursday, November 6, 2025

Journey 128 ~Don’t B Forgetful, Virgil~

1740 Days Without B III, Day 1181 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? Mine, you ask? Combine The Long Walk with losing M Anime, and what’s for dinner?

I saw the schedule for next week, so that last thing is going to be a B*tch. I remember when “Yorkie” Greta would come after you. Hungry Like The Wolf, my dear Mr. B III.

Today, as I fought low blood sugar at the Day Job, I thought about what we remember and what we forget. Yes, I mourn you every day. But what about M Anime? She was easy.

No, not like that. I mean, years of friendship and potentially making M your stepmom…

Thrown out like the trash. What made me so forgettable? And last night I repeated that prayer from Red Dawn. I wish I could forget being born. You wish I’d forget such an idea, but Depression over… 150-Word Cap. Sigh…

“I fill my lungs with fear and I Exhale!”
It’s My Turn to Fly The Urge ‧ 2000 (Titan A.E.)

“Memories of things that never happened. These are always the hardest to forget.”
Thomas Dolby

I wish I could forget the day you left B. Hell! I wish I could forget that whole damn week!

That’s not me being negative, but honest. Again, at the Day Job, there is a song that’s constantly playing. Pink and not Mariah Carey; Cover Me In Sunshine vs. All I Want For Christmas Is You. Cover Me In Sunshine is everything I want to remember about us, B III.

“Cover me in sunshine
Shower me with good times
Tell me that the world’s been spinning since the beginning
And everything will be alright.”
Pink

I want to remember how you lived, not just your last moments. Living, not dying.

Remember the Memories? Clone High was before your time, but I watched it with you.

Off topic, I know. But I want to remember hearing you when I found your little brother Virgil at PetSmart. He wants to remember me.

It’s one of the reasons Virgil has been so cuddly lately. And when he cries, I have to call to him to come into the room. I’m sure he still smells you, B. Your bed is still in your spot.

And what about my spot? Am I still “augmenting reality” seeing who I am? Really? Yesterday and today, my side hustle is making a little bit of change. Gentlemen, Braxton?

We were not. Again, honest. But you were/are a better man than me. Remember that!

Braxton, short of your life, I want to remember your courage. How to LIVE BRAVE!

Braxton, I want to remember what it was like to not be afraid. Forgetting FEAR? Honestly, “Gee, I’m not sure.” Yet, Don’t B Forgetful, Virgil

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

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Journey 122 ~To B Scary Virgil~

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This is Halloween? Candy, Costumes, and Children. I have half a bag of sour jelly beans. A few masks and hats. My boys… One CAN be here in spirit. And the other dog is a scaredy CAT. I wanted two-legged children. Where’s M Anime? “To B Scary Virgil.”

Friday, October 31, 2025

Journey 122 ~To B Scary Virgil~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Once again, no review. Not even a scary story for Halloween. Uh, a guy got eaten…

Um, no, Logan Jacobs is going to take our hero, Eddie, from his many, many wives. When will I get out of HaremLit and back to grieving my B III, or learning about little Virgil?

Braxton’s story is already horrific enough. My dog died, the end. And Virgil has been here four years, so it seems wrong to rely on a book to tell me that I’ve royally effed up.

Honestly, Sophia, I would be the weird guy on Halloween, offering books instead of candy.

I only got a bag of sour jelly beans, and that was my breakfast today. And the stories I have to tell… The latest were inspired by my “Ex.” That’s me, “Feeling So Good Today.”

Should I share Lady Sophia?

“I fill my lungs with fear and I Exhale!”
It’s My Turn to Fly The Urge ‧ 2000 (Titan A.E.)

I believe I knew M Anime before Angie Griffin, but I wrote one where Angie joined a group of “fire starters.” Not arsonists exactly… It was on a larger scale. The group of four was meant to burn the world. Apocalypse? “I Don’t Want To Set The World on Fire.”

Before that, there was the one where a rich man had several women compete in a series of death games to find the organs he needed to save the love of his life from death?

There was another, the Wool Series versus the Nine Circles of Hell, except that every level was about LUST. Throw in “Patient Zero” as well. You see, Soph, quite a big library. Don’t you think?

But there’s even more, ahem:

“Nightmare At The Meat Market” was given to me by my Ex. She gave me a chapter, and I turned it into a full-blown novel. It was about her life in retail and the computer skills I’m attempting to develop. That’s a goal to strive for this Halloween. Girls, Costumes…

Anyway, there was “Cries Come Women, Come Country.” That was based on another dream she had. But I had a good reason for not finishing that one. “Could It Be I’m Falling In Love?” Well, I was with M Anime. Why write a “love story” when I was living one?

Like Cherry with an older man? I wrote a dark story of obsession. Halloween scares?

These were not. Still, Happy Halloween! To B Scary Virgil.

1734 Days Without B III, Day 1175 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 121 ~Braxton Says Boo Virgil~

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What am I going as for Halloween? Someone the lady in the food truck likes. I spend $15.00 there weekly. Someone who can walk around the Day Job, dead to the world, without getting fired. Someone too low to be on the radar… “Braxton Says Boo Virgil.”

Thursday, October 30, 2025

Journey 121 ~Braxton Says Boo Virgil~

1733 Days Without B III, Day 1174 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? What would make my day better? Braxton, I’m living as a zombie, not a ghost.

I ain’t afraid of no ghost. And that ain’t you, Braxton. You’ll always and forever be my son. Only you can’t have chocolate. Oh yeah, Halloween is tomorrow. Scary time!

Honestly, that’s the time between my eyes opening and closing 365 days of the year.

Seriously, it sucks living in FEAR, haven’t you heard? That’s what I’ve been thinking about all day. What have I heard? I miss hearing your nails tapping through the hall.

Braxton, I’ve been reading Backyard Dungeon 22… That’s as Halloweeny as I’m going to get. But I keep thinking about Neil Bimbeau’s The Magic Glasses books. And I keep hearing a voice saying, “You’re not that man.” I’m not a positive one either. But for Halloween, I have to be.

“I fill my lungs with fear and I Exhale!”
It’s My Turn to Fly The Urge ‧ 2000 (Titan A.E.)

So, how does one dress up as silence? I mean, you wear it well, Braxton… I didn’t mean that negatively. I was trying to make a joke. TikTok doesn’t get my jokes either, B III.

That’s why I was smart enough to ignore all the comments when I sent that photo of you and Virgil in the classroom. Again, being honest, I don’t think you and V were the issue.

I want to be as silent as my eyes or some woman’s rolling to the back of their head in the throes of passion. We’re speaking as men aren’t we B. “Ain’t even much a matter what happens tomorrow, “cause we men, ain’t we?” Shouldn’t we watch a horror movie?

Movie night? Where’s the candy?

As a matter of fact, where’s the doorbell? It will be a Silent Night for us and little 2-V, too.

The three of us value silence, especially when watching the 1989 film Glory. What about 2014’s Selma? I’m only thinking about quiet things to do on a Halloween night. This one’s long—every single night.

I appreciate the silence at my Day Job. And what about my other endeavors? Grok could silently “repair” itself and return to its normal state. I’ll lose myself again, but it’s better to type out words than talk to your brother. You know what I mean. I don’t want to scare Virgil. Just being me.

Silently, he’s started cuddling close. Silence looked best through your eyes, and I saw someone in them I didn’t hate anymore. Braxton Says Boo Virgil

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

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Journey 115 ~Braxton Loved Her Virgil~

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Two months since my breakup with “my girlfriend” M Anime. I cried three times over her. I cried for my son for seventy days straight, multiple times a day. I knew both for years. So “Where Is The Love?” I “loved” her. And B? Braxton Loved Her Virgil.

Friday, October 24, 2025

Journey 115 ~Braxton Loved Her Virgil~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Again, not a book review? And I can’t even call myself a man of courage. Why?

Check out that title. I meant to say “Braxton Loved Her V.” But my Ma raised a gentleman… Well, she tried. With everything I’ve done… I’ll Always Love My Mama.

But I miss my boy. I love Braxton. And Virgil? He can tell I’m in a mood… Not like that.

Neither one of us is anyone’s “Beast Of Burden.” Well, I’m not anymore. M Anime.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girls”
― Beast Of Burden

She was the prettiest, my lady. And I can’t go crooning in her ear, you’re my “Lady.” Not since Sunday, August 24, 2025. I’d stand a better chance of being D’Angelo than being with M Anime. I can’t fix her like a Kindle… They returned my reading streak, my lady.

Threats of losing me and no more stories. M Anime.

“I fill my lungs with fear and I Exhale!”
It’s My Turn to Fly The Urge ‧ 2000 (Titan A.E.)

I always start with this story. My Dream: I sit on a beach with an open laptop. Me and M’s two legged children play near the water. Their four-legged siblings, Braxton and Virgil, pull them back. Braxton sits beside me, thinking, “I’m too old for this sh*t.” B III… Next, M Anime asks if I have to stay and be macho or if I will have fun with her. Really?

My next story is simplistic. A reason to love “Sunday Morning.” I like Maroon 5, but for “A Sunday Kind of Love.” Like I told Dear Future Wife, Journey 112 ~B And V Bench~ Atom Bomb Baby, Thirteen Women (And Only One Man In Town), Sputnik (Satellite Girl), Watch World War Three (on Pay TV).

And speaking of war, if you only heard the dark fantasies that M Anime conceived. Seriously, the woman inspired two novels, and I will forever be grateful. But to do the things she wanted, ferocious, fiendish, and felonious… What made me the most fearful, um.

Babies. My Ex-girlfriend wanted babies. And yes, that scared me, but to be a father… Honestly, she only needed to ask, but she didn’t, and that’s why we broke up. That’s not being negative, it’s only the truth. M wanted to be a mom, so she’s marrying some Cuban guy. And besides writing something that apparently spoke the contrary… Truthfully.

Sophia. I’d keep M Anime and my love story, only erasing August 24 and January 31. Braxton Loved Her Virgil.

1727 Days Without B III, Day 1168 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 114 ~B’s Make Snacks Virgil~

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Don’t go shopping when you’re hungry. It helps when you have food in the house or you find time to eat. I’m too busy looking up how to animate myself—and wondering how to fill people in on my Ex. B had snacks for my ranting. “B’s Make Snacks Virgil.”

Thursday, October 23, 2025

Journey 114 ~B’s Make Snacks Virgil~

1726 Days Without B III, Day 1167 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? Are there honey buns on the Rainbow Bridge? Honey Butter Biscuits. Honey-glazed whatever… Chicken, perhaps.

I sure was hungry this morning. So says your Daddy with a bag of jelly beans, Sweet Tarts, a Christmas cake, and around ten peanuts. I’m so confused right now, I don’t know whether to invite you in so we can share a meal or kick you out because Daddy’s…

Anyway, it doesn’t matter because M Anime ain’t here. And she won’t be coming by. Once upon a time, my “big sister” told me that I was so full of “Real Emotion” that I didn’t have room for anything else. It’s why I starved myself near death. Yeah, Braxton Barks.

Sigh, I only passed out before your walk, once. Am I that depressed right now?

“I fill my lungs with fear and I Exhale!”
It’s My Turn to Fly The Urge ‧ 2000 (Titan A.E.)

150-Word Cap, remember? So, at the moment, I’m hungry for “more”; I’m never full, B.

While I was out walking, little brother, I fell upon a realization that I’m just like you and Virgil. I want a full belly, bed, and my boy. I found your little brother cuddling me.

However, it was on the side of the bed where I eat all my snacks, so it’s not me, perhaps.

What is me, is all the work I’ve been doing, researching, and such. I’ve been talking plenty about the Magic Glasses and augmenting reality. And did you catch the Real Emotion quip? It’s Jade from Sweetbox. And I was thinking, if I could animate myself and Yuna from Final Fantasy X-2. I know Braxton, TMI.

But I can keep your memory alive, too. Every day is like a step in your resurrection, my friend, which leads me back to M Anime, your would-be stepmom. Well, no, Mr. B. And that’s not negativity, it’s only a fact. But tomorrow will be two months post-breakup. M Anime…

She was a snack I hoped would become a meal, a feast, a kitchen, a home. And yes, I still hunger for her. I feel like I might burst from the memories of “family,” Honestly.

Braxton, you and your little brother, M Anime and cats, and M wanted children badly.

My life would be full if I could have all that. So “Ready Or Not,” I’ll ask that you and Virgil excuse me as I figure out creating that, “After 7.” B’s Make Snacks Virgil

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

Always and Forever,
Your Dad