Gospel 276 ~Boys Will Be Braxton~

Well, Braxton didn’t like baths. He always wanted a full tummy, and he had no idea what I was talking about, but the noise seemed to soothe him. Yes, I’ve pretty much taken over his role, but in the end, “A Man Provides.” Boys Will Be Braxton though.

Saturday, April 3, 2021

Gospel 276 ~Boys Will Be Braxton~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but if Braxton had any aspirations. He wanted a walk and a full tummy for sure.

The simple things and “WWBD” What would Braxton do? I couldn’t help but notice these past two months, I’ve been living more and more like him. I told you before I can’t wash his bedding. I haven’t made my bed in all that time. Does that sound gross… here’s worse. Everyone checks, now and again, to see that I’m still eating, but what about regular showers? And Indiana Gone wonders why they’re no womenfolk here. At least Braxton had his toy to “play” with. I continue living as a monk, clothed in black and prayer. The only cleaning I have done was because there was no other way around. Again I spilled root beer on my hoodie. Braxton’s dish was beginning to grow some fur.

The silence usually means something is wrong, sadly. Of course, B III and I didn’t stand for noise but without his paws running around. Sounds I once found annoying that I would kill for. To hear his breath once more, and I was there for the last one, Braxton breathed. Again it continues as the only time I hear my voice is when I’m embracing the DENIAL of his passing. The shock when I saw I am starting a new month with his treats. I’ve gotten into ASMR lately. I wonder, is it like when I would leave the radio on for B III, hmm? Speaking of or not of hmm, that’s me at the Day Job, I hardly talk anymore. Seems such a waste

Everything does, and yet I steady on. At least I wish I could tell you that… well, no, not really. I’m more like a kid again, goofing around because, as always, “A Man Provides.” Only since I don’t care about myself and B III is gone. Providing bears no meaning. Interesting thought I had yesterday. If anything, I should look after myself because I’m the last thing that Braxton saw in this world. Imagine Lu, my face, your final vision. Okay, that’s one more way I killed my best friend. B Squared must have found whatever on the side much more appealing. As for my final sight of him, I want a tattoo. Always thinking of flesh, for once my own. Boys Will Be Braxton

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Episode 347 ~Will Is Hanging Out~

How many days has it been that I have chosen to drown myself in sheets and not water? Well, would that be a bad thing; Thursday’s usually are, but all my dirt has gone elsewhere, but I do clean up nice sometimes. “Will Is Hanging Out.”

Thursday, June 13, 2019

Episode 347 ~Will Is Hanging Out~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Millionaire right now. With this kind of money, I would be eccentric. I would also need an NDA, and I’m looking forward to those. Another way of saying that would be I’m an old PERV in dirty clothes, reading erotic books. Also, I don’t tend to keep my naughty thoughts to myself. There is plenty more I should be cleaning up other than my head. B III, my laundry, my fridge, the house.

It’s one of the reasons I like layers and wrapping up beautiful things. For somebody who’s addicted to control a GOOD surprise isn’t a bad thing. I adore perfection, and I’m not perfect but seeing a person’s flaws? I don’t know; it shouldn’t make me feel better. I mean the more she seems too good to be true, the purer, the more innocent, the dirtier I want to take her. MILF Dos might be mad, but I was never a fan of tattoos on women. I’m not trying to sound like someone out of The Handmaid’s Tale. I will stand behind the fact that the uniforms are sort of sexy. Now if I could only get hold of that Halloween version. Sometimes I can be worse than a girl when it comes to clothes. I’ve said before that I spend more on clothes than time talking girls out of them.

Worse talking to myself, I’m still with Brainbuddy. My Life Tree’s growing, I haven’t looked up any porn, though this morning I came close. Twitter is not doing me any favors, and I’m still not counting Beauty In The Broken. If I told you what I was into recently, now that would be all kinds of dirty. The last time I lasted this long with NO FAP? Let’s say I finally saw those “Dirty Mom Tits” I was panting about in the shower once. Speaking of which back to cleaning, again my head’s a mess but who knows what’s going on in there. The only thing I have cleaned somewhat is what of my Pinterest boards. Sex symbols could have some organization, and I wrote out all my goals two days ago. I was lucky to stop when I did, and it’s not like I’m missing the Day Job. What about Outskirts Press, that’s one more thing that might do me dirty. So as of now, Will Is Hanging Out.

I Will Have No Fear