Saga 267 ~The Spelling B Virgil~

Call it a Republican tendency, but I ain’t getting any wiser. From The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident and The Cherry Collision. To folding pants. At the Day Job. And what about looking after a fur baby whose name is? The Spelling B Virgil

Saturday, March 25, 2023

Saga 267 ~The Spelling B Virgil~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now. How many times have I said that? When did I start? Billionaire? Nope! ANGRY, STUPID, HORNY.

Or more like Anxiety, Angry, and Annoyed yesterday. And here I am, lost on Sunday. Sunday, Bloody Sunday, as U2 sings. But for different reasons, of course. I hate Sundays. And no, I’m not late talking to you, Lady Lunalesca. Although next week… who knows. If anything, I know that today I miss my boy. Fuck! I miss B every day that ends in Y. Braxton died on Sunday, January 31, 2021. Did I tell you History’s my favorite subject? Only it makes me Angry. And I could go in so many different directions with that Lady Lunalesca. So I’m avoiding YouTube, Yahoo, and the yokels down in Florida. The Olds are there with the nephews, Disney World, Universal, and everything. I miss Spring Break.

While I sit here feeling STUPID for no particular reason. And then plenty of reasons. Lunalesca, I’m glad I read George Orwell’s 1984 before it got banned. America, America. As the song goes, “This Is America.” Now while I was no good with music, Reading was a… subject in school. Yeah, like Rosa Parks was only a woman that sat on the bus, Lady Lunalesca. I’m not STUPID. That’s what I want to scream out. But Lunalesca, you know what? Sometimes, I like to think I’m not a liar, either. That’s why I was gone for a little bit (sigh). I was reading about a family that has everything because they’re funny. There was AI. Oh, and some “Succubus Lord.” The Power of the Penis.

As Todd would say in that series. I’m pretty STUPID because I’m so effing Horny. Lunalesca, I went back from fucking to effing? One of many things I’m not sure about at any one time. Like Pornography… I was about to say I was an effing genius when it’s XXX. But I couldn’t even spell the word. I’m no good with math. Money and titties. Lunalesca, how much money did I spend this morning? None! But tits are so persuasive. And if I were any good at writing… I might have some smashed against me. What about if I listened to Bukowski instead of Hemingway? “So You Want To Be A Writer?” More like studying Anatomy. Spell Virgil instead of Freeloader. The Spelling B Virgil

783 Days Without B III, Day 224 of Virgil’s Arrival

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Saga 260 ~It’ll B Saturday, Virgil~

I complain that I don’t have time, and when I do, like today? Hell! If I treated every day as if I were looking for B III. Oh, he’s right there on the nightstand because Virgil… sigh. Had one messed up Saturday 217 days ago. It’ll B Saturday, Virgil.

Saturday, March 18, 2023

Saga 260 ~It’ll B Saturday, Virgil~

“It is an awesome feeling to know you are about to change someone’s life forever.” Tomorrow, When the War Began

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now. When will be the day I won’t have to lie about that? I’d be a Republican.

Lunalesca. That means either a; I’ll always be lying about history. It’ll become all 1984. Then there’s B, as in billionaire, big breasts, maybe even bringing back B. Futurama (sigh). Didn’t I talk last week about being forgetful? And now the things being remembered, Lu. And no, I can’t blame St. Patrick’s Day. The only thing I was drinking was my tears because my eyes hurt. And holding back gushing all over… well, I know a lot of pretty girls. Ha! Um, knowing them might be subjective. Even this morning’s conversations Luna. There was a time, Lunalesca, I would already be up and about, looking for Braxton. Today’s without purpose. The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident on January 11, 2022. And The Cherry Collision Thursday, February 16, 2023. Will I quit?

If I’m going to keep going back to those days, along with Sunday, January 31, 2021. And Saturday, August 16, 2022. Again I ask, which day will I become a billionaire? Oh, look at the time. Hell! Whenever I think about time, it’s between being sick and healthy, Lady Lu. You know Lu. I still hate that Stevie Wonder song “Someday at Christmas.” We don’t need “it” at Christmas but now. Right now! Health, Happiness, and Hedonism. But I can’t have that. If anything, like I, said last night. I’d settle for being naked in bed, eating a hot bowl of chicken noodle soup with a Sprite. Give me a slice of Strawberry cake for dessert too. But it’s Saturday or Challenge Day. Well, my ass is kicked. Yet again.

“Nothing’s difficult. Everything’s a challenge. Through adversity to the stars. From the last plane to the last bullet to the last minute to the last man – we fight. WE fight! We FIGHT!” – Joe ‘Lightning’ Little, Red Tails (2012)

More like getting punched in the dick, Lady Lunalesca but TMI? Jesus effing Christ. Lunalesca, did Virgil think that when I “chose” him? I keep having to remind myself of the brown fur around his eyes. There are the three black spots… reminders of Braxton, And I remember telling Braxton’s Aunt. It was like Braxton himself spoke to me, Lunalesca. “Daddy, I can’t make this more black and white.” I should go all Michael Jackson, Luna. I was about to make a crappy joke about Michael. But then, how much was MJ worth? How about at the moment? My Braxton is worth everything. And on a Saturday morning, I watched it slip from these hands. Another Saturday, I effed up Virgil Vivi’s Universe. And for today? It’ll B Saturday, Virgil.

“I said if you’re thinking of being my baby
It don’t matter if you’re Black or White
I said if you’re thinking of being my brother
It don’t matter if you’re Black or White”
Michael Jackson – Black or White

776 Days Without B III, Day 217 of Virgil’s Arrival

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Saga 253 ~To B Forgetful Virgil~

I look to Braxton’s bowl, not Virgil’s. There’s the corner of the counter where there are B’s meds. In the fridge, there’s a bag of Braxton’s food. It’s a few years old. But yeah, I got Virgil. And what else is on my plate? To B Forgetful Virgil

Saturday, March 11, 2023

Saga 253 ~To B Forgetful Virgil~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now. That doesn’t buy… “just one peaceful night… a clean conscience.” Choosing to remember or forget, Lunalesca?

Dog food? I still have a bag of Braxton’s sitting in the fridge. Meanwhile, I’ll probably have to Doordash more for Virgil. Sad to say, it’s not that I’m lazy or that I even forgot. No, Lady Lunalesca. It’s that I just don’t care. Well, I’m not letting him starve, am I? But you know how people were all WWJD. “What Would Jesus Do?” Whatever happened to that Lady Lunalesca? Fucking GQP! And what’s that new group that’s out, “HeGetsUs.” Anyway, as I say BLM, Braxton’s Life Matters. WDBN or What Does Braxton Need, Lu. With V, it could be I’m a selfish bastard. Or a terrified one. I got more of the prescription deodorant. I’m sure nobody’s forgotten my Humiliation at my granddaddy’s funeral.

I then fall back on my son’s death as the worst thing I’ve ever done. Talk about emotional support. And what about the fact that I haven’t changed his picture in months, Lady Lunalesca? Don’t I miss him? And do I want Virgil to join him? I need medication. But so does Virgil. I was talking to Lady Sophia yesterday about Virgil lying here. Annoyed? You bet I am. When I wake up, I want to forget who he is and imagine he’s B III. That’s something else I can’t forget. Every morning, realizing I haven’t joined B wherever he is. Did I forget that I’m not going to Heaven? Condemning Braxton to Hell, Lunalesca? Hell! I forgot how to live when I turned seven.

“What in tarhooties” became “what the hell?” And now, “What The Fuck” am I doing? Well, other than wanting to fuck. I have three rubber bands on my wrist Lunalesca. Comedy comes in threes, so say they. But in all honesty, I wear two because of my bandanna. In the time of COVID and I needed to make it back to Braxton no matter what. Only with The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident on January 11, 2022. And The Cherry Collision Thursday, February 16, 2023. Dammit! I’m sick. Drugs, Disease, Death? Lunalesca, the third rubber band, reminds me of all the tits I ain’t seeing. I got videos; Cherry, Starlets… I wish I had more of Somebody That I Used To Know. To B Forgetful Virgil

769 Days Without B III, Day 210 of Virgil’s Arrival

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Saga 246 ~Virgil, To Be Delivered~

The last thing at the door… the “worst” Buffalo Wild Wings I’ve ever had. What happens when I stop singing Aceyalone’s “I Can Get It Myself?” If I had my way, the whole damn world would be delivered. “Love and Happiness?” Virgil, To Be Delivered

Saturday, March 4, 2023

Saga 246 ~Virgil, To Be Delivered~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but like the song, “I don’t care too much for money. Money can’t buy me love.”

If you considered last night… $36.00 for subpar food. Now, didn’t I write off Arby’s and Jack’s? Add Buffalo Wild Wings to that list. Braxton wouldn’t care. His dining habits. That’s yet another regret I have when it comes to his death. That Sunday, I should have let the vet dose him and let him eat everything he wanted: fries. But no, Lady Lunalesca. I took my son straight to Heaven, the Rainbow Bridge, or wherever. He’s always stayed. Considering how I continue to mourn day 762. I don’t seek salvation for my crime. Lunalesca, if there is one thing I know. Triple B wants to be wherever I am. To quote Eminem, “I’m goin’ to hell, Who’s comin’ with me?” Nobody else, Lunalesca, hmm?

Hell! One more reason for me to stay alive. Like when I’d be asleep, and B III would watch over me. Then we’d sit in the den, and it would be my turn to look after him. And now what? I wish I could say I delivered on my promise to wake up early, Lunalesca. Billionaires wake up when again? I didn’t get out of bed until 5:00. But I can’t say I’ve been productive. Destiny Cuban, Lucy Tyler, and Sabrina Carpenter wearing lingerie. Lunalesca, give me some credit. At least I’m not paying for porn. I was doing the math all of yesterday, besides paying for Wi-Fi. Deliver us from evil? I wish, but I’ll have to go outside today. I want Pepper Dogs.

I want a world where money is delivered to a bank account. And I don’t have to do something I hate. So why aren’t I writing? I hate to say it. Kanye was right, Lunalesca? Slavery is a choice… At least when it comes to my Day Job. Deliverance, Destruction? Yesterday I did throw away some things related to The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident on January 11, 2022. And The Cherry Collision Thursday, February 16, 2023. Lunalesca, I wish I could have drugs delivered. Two more days to see me healing… There’s also the tax refund. Everything I need to get for Braxton and the freeloader. Lunalesca, his name is Virgil. I bought/adopted a dog. What about women? My soul? Perhaps, Virgil, To Be Delivered.

762 Days Without B III, Day 203 of Virgil’s Arrival

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will