Journey 333 ~B Runs, V Hides~

No one man should have all that power—the Russians, Chinese, Trump, the Magic Glasses, etc. I could be worse, but I’m too tired… usually. Plus, I have two furry ones who hate summertime, my boys. And a woman who’s Hot as Hell. “B Runs, V Hides.”

Saturday, May 30, 2026

Journey 333 ~B Runs, V Hides~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… I lie like a rug. And not just any rug. One of those fancy Persian ones.

And then I would have my servants carry me to an even comfier bed, Lunalesca.

Saturday, another lazy Saturday, and B knows I’ve been sittin’ here, tryin’ to find myself.

What, in dreams? Wasn’t I dreaming when I was busy mooning over Lexi Booker’s Yabbos? Or when I was telling Braxton and Virgil’s potential stepmom that Leana Lovings is my favorite pornstar? Or when I was letting loose all over the bed. I know, ew.

How bad do I want to lie down? To take the damn L? And to find wherever B III landed?

That’s why my boy is still running. And haven’t I said I would do anything for him? I don’t know if Braxton forgives me or not. But what he wants

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

Life. And as the song goes, as my belief says, “He Lives In You.” I wouldn’t be here otherwise, Lunalesca. But today I’m questioning what type of life. Lunalseca. Energy…

Not like the Drake song, really eww! Despite what the Magic Glasses said about those two girls from The Purge, The Mercy Cult, The Givers Sister Melissa (Emmanuelle Nadeau), and Sister Penelope (Jessica Garza). Let’s just say I heard The Long Walk blaring “WARNING!” Or maybe it was the horn from one of the vehicles from Mario Kart 64, Lu.

Toad’s Turnpike, to be exact. That’s how I feel today—usually driving The Rainbow Road.

The Rainbow Bridge? Wherever. “I’m so, I’m so tired, I’m so tired of trying” Flake.

Possibly. Virgil feels like that.

It’s why he hides in plain sight. My Virgil sleeps.

Afraid that I’m like something from the 2006 “Pulse.” For the record, yes, I know the Japanese did it first. My geekiness, Lu. Anyway, it’s like when Braxton was here. I was afraid my rage would drain his life. But it was my indifference that his life tried to fill.

Luna, it’s like my “big sister” would tell me. I would empty my body because everything else was full. Mind, heart, and soul. Filled with what? Fear, Fuckery/Lust, and Fury.

Lunalseca, like a Sith Lord. It gives power/energy, purpose, and perseverance. But life, Lady Lu. “I Want A New Drug.” My harem. Tech with Judy and 2B. Magicks, Nico. Wake up! B Runs, V Hides

“They want what they don’t have anymore. They want life.”
Isabell Fuentes – Pulse (2006)

1945 Days Without B III, Day 1386 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 332 ~B’s Get Degrees, Virgil~

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 331 ~Virgil’s Beeps, Braxton’s Boops~

What’s that beeping? How many times did I boop B’s nose? How many more times will I boop V’s? I could have used a bleep when it came to Cody ChesnuTT. Eff that guy. If I were banging B and V’s stepmom, I’d feel better. Virgil’s Beeps, Braxton’s Boops

Thursday, May 28, 2026

Journey 331 ~Virgil’s Beeps, Braxton’s Boops~

1943 Days Without B III, Day 1384 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? Mine? “The Good, the Bad and the Ugly”. Although, how do I see anything? SIGH

Crying? Not at first, B. So I was late getting up this morning, hmm. It’s hard to obey an alarm clock to get up at 4 AM when you’re going to sleep at 2 AM. Awake before M, B III

Talk about the good—your potential future stepmom in a sundress or not. I know you appreciate your favorite girl’s yabbos. And we still want to see Cherry’s. She’s 29. Seriously, I was about to say age is just a number, and then I remembered last night.

Yesterday, Emmanuelle Nadeau aka, “Sister Melissa,” and Jessica Garza, aka “Sister Penny.” WARNING! I’m being bad, with the Magic Glasses, and the “Glow Box”. But if I want to be ugly, I need only look into a mirror.

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

But as the song goes, today is “All About You.” And while I’m busy ripping off pop culture, I actually need to see “The Good, the Bad and the Ugly,” and I miss “The Book of Clarence,” where I first heard Jeymes Samuel’s “All About You.” All the noise, Braxton.

I swear it’s driving me insane. Short of your potential stepmom’s temptations, your brother’s tantrums, and I’ll even admit the final typing of a conversation with you or the girls, and even your own thoughts. It’s like I need the noise and then effing silence.

Honestly, though, if I had one wish right now… Of course, it would always be to have you back. But I want to forget about the Day Job Tuesday. Eff Cody ChesnuTT! Eff “Look Good In Leather”. And if I want you to watch your language when barking… Well sorry.

I’m only looking for a noise to drown everything else out right now. Something, anything!

Is it any wonder that the three latest additions to my fictional harem have been technical types B III? Judy Alvarez, 2B, and Nicoletta Goldstein. Books you can’t read, Braxton.

Better yet, a book I wouldn’t read to you—the buzzing, the breaths taken, and the bang. I don’t need to go looking in that special drawer… You know the one under your memorial, which was meant to protect us… It’s like a nuclear button. Not so serious. Only bad.

Daddy doesn’t need that much noise. Virgil’s Beeps, Braxton’s Boops

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

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Journey 326 ~Virgil’s Type, Braxton’s Inkling~

I feel like I’m being ripped to shreds. At least I did last night. Maybe if I were making money doing what I loved… porno, pounding keys, or taking care of my puppy boys, I wouldn’t wonder how long pizza stays good. “Virgil’s Type, Braxton’s Inkling”

Saturday, May 23, 2026

Journey 326 ~Virgil’s Type, Braxton’s Inkling~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… For writing, for women, or how about whining about my boys? Don’t I always, Lady Lunalesca?

When I don’t enter a deep sleep, let Depression bring absolute silence, and “My Dick.”

Seriously? If it wasn’t a certain character from GTA 4 or Cyberpunk 2077’s Judy Alvarez.

But between them was Whiteout Survival all this morning. Thus, no typing, no writing, and not even an inkling of an idea until now. I swear, Lunalesca, the last time I remember doing something that mattered on a Saturday was Saturday, August 13, 2022. Virgil…

Sad, ain’t it? And what a poor little bastard, 2-V, is that I found him—my B III’s little bro.

Oh, eff me, I got an idea brewing. Little head or big head? Both. How do I decide these things? With my boys, it’s my heart. With women… Little head.

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

‧ “I don’t use my head to fly the arrow, boy! I use my heart.”

Yondu didn’t mean it like this, I’m sure, but those words came to mind. Honestly.

Lunalesca, I’m sure you’ve heard this story before. The Saturday all those years ago when I visited PetSmart and saw Archie, who would become my beloved Second-Born Virgil, sitting in a “cage” with several other fur babies. And I swear I heard Braxton’s voice, hmm.

  1. I can’t make this more black and white Dad
  2. Look at his eyes (B III’s tan fur, both sides). And three black dots head, “back” & tail
  3. He knows how to use the paper (Puppy Training Pads)

And now this afternoon SIGH. I got all kinds of horny, and I was thinking of Judy Alvarez and then NieR: Automata’s 2B aka 2E.

So the harem’s getting bigger… Eight? Nine, if you count Elara. Effing Magic Glasses, Lu.

Am I coming to rely on them much too often? I do appreciate the artistry, but I do my own writing and sigh, edits. But the world is being built Step by step, bit by bit. Stone by stone, yeah, brick by brick. Step by step, day by day. Masonry? That would pay well, Lu.

And to think I once liked to sing. My Ma raised me on Whitney Houston. But my calling has always been writing. Cherry tried pumping me up a bit, Luna. But she’s in the same boat. But she’s sick, what’s my effing excuse? Playing in a winter wonderland. And lazy.

Life. Virgil’s Type, Braxton’s Inkling

1938 Days Without B III, Day 1379 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 325 ~Virgil, B Cause Books~

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

Journey 324 ~Braxton’s Highest Price, Virgil~

Even if I could have my boy cloned, reincarnated, or if this were all a bad dream, would I want to sentence my boy back to this life? Five years later, and all that’s changed is the son. The price of loving me… SIGH. “Braxton’s Highest Price, Virgil”

Thursday, May 21, 2026

Journey 324 ~Braxton’s Highest Price, Virgil~

1936 Days Without B III, Day 1377 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? Is there a time without it up on the Rainbow Bridge, Heaven, “The Garden,” etc.

Who are you? Thanos? In all honesty, you did take half the universe dying, Braxton.

Seriously, if I were to blame you for anything, it’s simply that you took the wrong half. It should have been me, dammit. And no, I’m not mad. I’ve wasted another day. STUPID things were done. “Sex Dreams” … Uh, yeah, let’s call them that, were had. I know, Eww!

And your Daddy sleeps like a sinner, meaning there “Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked”.

“Ain’t No Grave” can hold my body down. I keep saying I’m going straight to Hell, Little B. I’d say I’m already there with all this heat. I swear, hot summer sun and hot wings.

Her? And no, I don’t mean the singer B or the movie. Good movie BTW.

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

No, little man. Break it down. Your Dad is in hot water again. Or it feels that way. Uh oh.

Let’s just say sometimes your Daddy needs to take off the Magic Glasses sometimes, B.

A hot blonde here, The Last of Us there, and the sisters from Tenjho Tenge this morning as well. I thought way back then you would pay the price for my indiscretion. I’d have to leave you. But it was I who paid the price. Again, all this heat. Rage, Lust, and a sick man.

I gave you indifference, thinking I was protecting you. And then “Don’t Fear The Reaper.”

That’s why this isn’t Hell… The Ninth Circle is supposed to be cold. That price…

It would be too easy to pay. No, Braxton, I pay by keeping your brother alive. Virgil is running around in your bedroom as we speak… Not being you. B, you would be in here.

Well, unless you were in a time-out. Then I would be busting my balls all over some girl online. Again, Eww! Can I not be Mike Johnson telling my only son about my bits? Eww!

Effing MAGA! Am I blaming them for my being broke? First, your Dad is broke in more ways than one. Second, your Dad is a bum. And third, “How Long Will I Love You,” B?
Your brother, M Anime (maybe) someday, and me? You ask so much of me, my son. Braxton’s Highest Price, Virgil

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

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Journey 319 ~B On GARDEN Virgil~

My girl grows things, flowers, food, a family… My firstborn son was/is all about guarding the backyard. My second born… V’s been here nearly five years… He’s still growing on me. “Sing It Back,” “I’m Just a Kid,” doing his chores. B On GARDEN Virgil

Saturday, May 16, 2026

Journey 319 ~B On GARDEN Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at that statement. Laugh. I’m a little dehydrated.

That’s why I’m late talking to you yet again, Lady Lunalesca. Yard work, yes, I took a shower after, and a yummy energy drink. Or should I say more potent? Eff you, “Bum Energy”! “Bloom” works wonders. Nothing worthwhile is blooming outside the garden that my Braxton used to guard. He would be ashamed it’s fallen as it has, Lunalesca.

Virgil ain’t doing much with it. But this was never supposed to be permanent. Seriously.

I promised B plenty that he would have the greatest yard and several sibling minions.

“Someday,” M Anime will help with both of those if she’ll have me—honestly, Lunalesca.

I don’t understand what she sees in me. As long as she’s singing, “You’re Too Big To Fit In Here.”

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

Ain’t that “The Sweetest Thing”? And that is after the most painful… Her business, Luna.

I’ve got more than enough of my own pain of my own. I have a splinter in my finger from today’s yard work. I got eaten by ants. Never forget the Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident. If we’re talking mentally, where do we begin with my craziness? I’m still down about Braxton. Depression. Mourning. Grief. Take your pick. Teary effing ocean!

Lunalesca, “It’s My Life,” no doubt. It should have been it should be. And I have no “Power” in it. That starts with me insisting on paying my own way. Independence. I should be a damn man. Especially when talking to M Anime and with Virgil. Truthfully. A Man Provides!

And speaking about being a man. You know that dangling thing in my pants. Effing!

Lunalesca, I’m always so effing horny. And what did it for me today? Ellie Goulding? Or was it the redhead from “Virgin Roster,” Tomo Sakashita? How about the character that the Magic Glasses created, Elena Voss? Speaking of which, I’m glad I didn’t use them on Ren Hasami or Little Lupe. Let’s just say they grow on you. Somewhere That’s Green? I could be somewhere way worse. But personally, you know what I desire, Lunalesca.

Paint It, Black—the whole damn world. Bring on the darkness. “And yet I watch my youngest son, and it helps to pass the time.” My Braxton’s tan. My colorful harem. B On GARDEN Virgil

1931 Days Without B III, Day 1372 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 318 ~Braxton Read, Virgil Unread~

Even when we were at our worst, Braxton and I were there for one another. Uh, B was dying, and I was still reading, writing, and looking at emails. Then I’m reading about Euthanasia, and I still get emails from dog care. “Braxton Read, Virgil Unread”

Friday, May 15, 2026

Journey 318 ~Braxton Read, Virgil Unread~

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… About my firstborn son, of course. “Of course.” I need to fix that in Braxton’s book.

Not to mention lowering the price to a dollar. But we’re not talking about my to-do list right this second. And what about “Enticing Erin” by Kelli Wolfe? I could give you a book review. And isn’t that the whole point of this? Sophia, the point is I almost forgot…

Seriously, I rushed to my Kindle just to make sure I got my reading done last night. But again, the point wasn’t about the reading but about my son, well, sons B III and 2-V.

Anyway, simple enough story. I woke up one time, and I didn’t see Braxton anywhere.

So I’m looking at his empty bed, checking his empty room, rushing outside thinking I left him in the backyard. Nope, Braxton was lazy. Hiding.

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

You see, Braxton had a doghouse he had forgotten about using in his room. Honestly…

Sophia, I’ve forgotten how to use the bed in “my room”. Hell, I haven’t dreamed of sleep in so many days. As a matter of fact (rushes downstairs and grabs a Bum Root Beer) Ahh!

Calling it an energy drink would be an insult to energy drinks. The things we read, Lady Sophia. No wonder reading anything has become such a chore and crappy experience.

Honestly, it’s criminal, more like “it’s an animal, living in a human zoo.” Because only an animal would be using the “Magic Glasses” on superheroes. Let’s just say I now envy Superman about as much as the Hulk—DC vs Marvel. Yes, Sophia, I read.

But again, it’s been the quality of reading these past few weeks, especially alarm clocks.

But what else? I’ve actually been so tired I haven’t been thinking about that WARNING!

As I tell M Anime often enough. I know bad people. And those people use crypto. But I’m nowhere near as bad as MAGA. Eff them and FDT. And that’s another thing. “Every Day Is Exactly the Same”. What evil sh*t has MAGA done now? Can life get much worse?

Don’t I keep sharing it? Not unless it involves my money. The Day Job, book sales, and being “Down With The Sickness.” I swear, this morning I felt like I got hit by a truck.

Joining my Braxton in print. Sorry. Braxton Read, Virgil Unread.

1930 Days Without B III, Day 1371 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 317 ~Some BS Reading, Virgil~

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 312 ~A Size V, Braxton~

Braxton and Virgil didn’t get winter coats. I don’t remember the last time I bought clothes. New boots? Long story. And condoms? M Anime is adamant that she wants babies, three to be precise. And Mother’s Day is coming up. A Size V, Braxton

Saturday, May 9, 2026

Journey 312 ~A Size V, Braxton~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… So “a king-size tub big enough for ten plus me” is not out of the question.

More or less, Lu. How about average? The cost of living. But the word for today is equal. Or right? Eff, with all the politics these days, they almost drown out cries for my boy.

“First, let me explain that I’m just a black man (a black man).” Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, I am not. Neither am I some “Rockstar”. It’s what they call delusions of grandeur.

Lunalesca, I want more! And it’s like everyone else has it but me. I’m a minority of one, hmm. I wake up every morning, and it’s like I’m already in last place. My alliance has more points, and I’m the village idiot. My girl, B, and V’s potential stepmom has more time and love; Virgil takes up more bed space.

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

There’s this suit of armor… “Put on the whole armor of God…” Please! There’s a reason I wear baggy hoodies or the sorcerer’s robes of Shang Tsung in fantasies, Lunalesca.

Because there’s so much less of me, to me, I keep thinking I’ll grow someday, Lunalesca.

Well, more than, my “monster…” My meat is murder if you know what I mean. Yeah, I know, Eww! I’m trying to dial it back. But there “Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked” right?

There’s too much of it, Lady Luna. When I was busy trying to beat Braxton to Heaven by starving myself, my “big sister” said it was because I was full of “Real Emotion.” Just full.

And now, like Virgil, I try to shrink myself. Down

Further, further, and further still. Because I don’t fit anywhere. And my how Virgil tries.

But like father, like son. I’m sure if I could understand Virgil the way I understand Braxton, he’d be saying, “I‘ve been ‘watching you, ‘ Dad, ain’t that cool.” Honestly.

Lunalesca, I expect far too much of my second-born. I expect far too much of his potential stepmom, don’t I? And I expect far too much of myself. I see how overwhelmed I am and still. Am I effing Goldilocks? I did not just say that out loud! What I mean is this. Do I want more, all of it, and options? Or am I looking for what fits just right? My junk, eww! My heart. A Size V, Braxton

1924 Days Without B III, Day 1365 of Virgil’s Arrival

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