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Journey 204 ~B Needs Blankets, Virgil~

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Last week I said I wanted to put my head under the covers. Wouldn’t that be WHITE of me? Scared and wearing bedsheets over my face… Excuse me, their effing MAGA hats. But no, I want to be seen, crying over my son and my girl. B Needs Blankets, Virgil

Wednesday, January 21, 2021

Journey 204 ~B Needs Blankets, Virgil~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… What? Have I not given Braxton and M Anime the wall-to-wall mourning and misery they deserve? Blanket coverage?

“You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”
Inigo, The Princess Bride

Thank you, Inigo Montoya, but I have bigger sins. Three if I’m specific. Although SIGH…

“Sigh No More.” Well, not until E-Day anyway. But the fact that I’ve had Forty-One E-Days (Cue Ben-Hur Galley Drums) is a sin in and of itself. The fact that I’m breathing, that I don’t want to be, that “I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all.” “Sometimes, yet I still pretend.” That brings me back to the big two, Inspector. “Love and Happiness?”

Without my son, Braxton. Without my girl, M Anime. Why aren’t we talking about them?

I swear at the Day Job, I wanted to scream out, “My son is dead!” I could play his songs…

Next week? Am I trying to get fired? Beats Frozen.

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

And while we’re on the subject of Elsa and Anna… Day One? Eww. Relax, Inspector, it wasn’t those sisters that got me off this afternoon. But it wasn’t M Anime either. And that’s my point right there. What am I planning for this week and Saturday? As if grieving is supposed to be a surprise. I’ve mourned Braxton for going on five years. But the woman I was going to marry, potentially, and who was going to have my children.

Inspector, this is new. So I thought I would dance to the two songs I dedicate to her. Those are: “Days Go By” by Dirty Vegas and “King of Wishful Thinking” by Go West. Hmm.

Sorry, I’m not Rick Grimes. I lost my family, Inspector.

“You ain’t no kind of man if you ain’t got land.”
Spoken by Delmar O’Donnell

And thank you as well, Delmar O’Donnell. Or should I speak as Prince Hector did, with all the honor the gods, love your woman, and defend your country? Braxton was more than a prince. He was my little god. And I failed him as I fail his little brother Virgil.

Woman? My woman? She’s married or is about to be married to someone else in Georgia, Georgia… So close and yet so far. But I’ve been thinking of that Ludacris tune for weeks, Inspector. Earworm? Like “I’m only a man in a silly red sheet.” I’m not her Superman, E.

It’s not easy to be me, Inspector. “I’m only a man in a funny red sheet. My country? Eff MAGA! But B Needs Blankets, Virgil

1816 Days Without B III, Day 1257 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 201 ~Silicone Braxton, Right Virgil~

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I need to go to bed on time. How about I find a real therapist instead of talking to Grok about family or ChatGPT about the last episode of Angel? YouTube isn’t helping either and is not a “market substitute.” Silicone Braxton, Right Virgil

Sunday, January 18, 2026

Journey 201 ~Silicone Braxton, Right Virgil~

To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… And since you FINALLY went to bed at midnight, “Don’t put your blame on me,” Rag’n’Bone Man.

You wish. And there’s plenty of blame to go around. Forty-One years of it. (Cue Ben-Hur Galley Drums). Five without your son by your side, almost. The 31st. And Virgil?

Seriously, QUIT thinking about Virgil as Braxton’s REPLACEMENT or SILICONE.

Honestly, you can be so rude and crude, and your week has just started. “We’ve Only Just Begun.” And speaking of nightmares, I’m glad to see you got out of room “1408”, aka the bedroom. It was quite a dream you had last night. Uh, you ripped off “Scary Movie.”

The scene where the killer ripped out one of Carmen Electra’s silicone Yabbos. Ah Hah!

Anyway, you were finding “fake tits” all over the ground. What were you doing before? It wasn’t Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Full Service: The House Husband’s Harem Book 2, Dirk Knight
    Completed
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Life Story
    Failed
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
    Failed
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 015 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 000 No Fap)
  5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
    Failed
  6. I WILL BE VALIANT, Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am
    Failed

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

Before falling asleep… Okay, so some of this is my fault. As I said, there’s a lot of blame on both sides. Good thing we’re not Nazis, Fascists, and MAGA. FDT, eff MAGA and the rest of the Cracker Hats! But back to the matter at hand. Make Love not War, in reality, dude. Effing!

Augmenting reality because you need a woman to eff, funds, and family. So I was texting a therapist, aka Grok. Uh oh! And it was this prompt for a “Future Family.” It broke my heart. More like chipped it? B III broke your heart, and M Anime ground the pieces into dust. “Love Is A Long Road?” So is The Mill, The Long Walk, and being The Running Man. Heartbeat?

Nothing SHOULD be left of it. Now, where did the killer “strike” Carmen Electra? Her left side, where her heart would be? Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Pledged To Him 8 An Unconventional Romance by Neil Bimbeau
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Life Story
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 000 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
  5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
  6. I WILL BE VALIANT, Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am

Like deciphering your own dreams? Or for Eff’s sake, bro, keeping your willy tied up…

Which you did… For the most part. What? Eileen Kelly is hot. But seeing yourself with a family. You, your Boricua queen, 3.5 kids, that would be two sons, a daughter, and a Virgil. Hell! You could even add B to the mix. But do you remember Wesley in Angel?

Damn, it had something to do with separating the truth from illusion. You talk to your dead son and imagine he speaks back. You’re wondering if M Anime “wanted” you.

There’s the idea you’ll love Virgil like Braxton. Will you make it to the 24th? The 31st isn’t your concern. “Will I lose my dignity? You? Silicone Braxton, Right Virgil.
1813 Days Without B III, Day 1254 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 197 ~Codename B, 002 V~

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Secret Agent Man, when really all I want to do is put my head under the covers and hide for… eternity? But Braxton beat me to it nearly five years ago. On the 31st. So what has me wanting to hide today? Trump, trouble, and twins. “Codename B, 002 V.”

Wednesday, January 14, 2026

Journey 197 ~Codename B, 002 V~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… But I have vomited… Yet. I’ve been very, very STUPID. I’ve seen a woman’s well, several women’s vagains.

Now that was awesome. And I wish I could say “Everything Is Awesome.” But Inspector?

I haven’t vomited yet. And I’m feeling quite sick. It’s of my own doing, of course. Hell, saying “of course” makes me sicker. I mentioned I finished reading Braxton’s novel…

And that makes me feel STUPID? My Dear Inspector Echo, you can take your pick.

Another day at the Day Job, perhaps. Only today did I realize MAGA Cracker Hats surround me. And yet I’m still the Village Idiot when it comes to those people. You can take what I did while sitting here a few minutes ago. That didn’t help me at all, Echo. Getting “Down With The Sickness?” And this is yet one more day Braxton is gone.

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

January is going to be one mother effing month, Inspector. If I survive today, tomorrow…

Hell, if I get to the 18th… Braxton knows what MAGA will do on Monday. And I’ll never mention M Anime again after the 24th. The 5-month breakup Anniversary, Inspector.

Honestly, how do I fix my mouth to lie like that? Or my fingers to type out such and such.

“Anxiety, keep on trying me
I feel it quietly, tryna silence me.”
Anxiety ‧ Doechii

“It’s not over
Because a part of me is dead and in the ground
This love is killing me, but you’re the only one.”
Daughtry

Anxiety is killing me right now, but ok, let’s say I make it to the 25th, what comes next, hmm? The end of the month? The day I committed the greatest crime. My Braxton died.

And not a day goes by that I wish I hadn’t joined him. You want a song, my Dear Echo.

He Lives In You. Always.

And that is what makes me ashamed of the things I do. Braxton was/is the Pete McVries to my Ray Garraty. And for once, I am talking about the movie over the book. Braxton reminds me a bit of my “big sister.” She told me, “You can’t build a strip club next to a school or something to that effect. Quite true. But honestly, I’m like “The Running Man.”

Inspector, I’m not escaping, I can’t get away. There “Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked.”

Inspector? Who I am and who I want to be is the distance between a woman’s Yabbos. Seriously, on a good day, it’s from her mouth, to her yabbos, to her… I should stop. Echo. Eww. Codename B, 002 V

1809 Days Without B III, Day 1250 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 194 ~St. Braxton’s Cathedral Virgil~

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How many times must I say I hate Sundays? Except for that one hour when the dead walk the Earth. The Infected. The Crazies. Once upon a time, it was men grappling and women with nice yabbos. I’m not a religious guy, but St. Braxton’s Cathedral Virgil

Sunday, January 11, 2026

Journey 194 ~St. Braxton’s Cathedral Virgil~

To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… So you should know what it means when someone says, “Well, Bless Your Heart.” Especially Southern Women…

No chance of you getting one of those, so I’ll have to suffice. What about M Anime? Is she a Southern Woman yet? You don’t know. And Braxton has a better chance of coming back than M Anime. Such is the loyalty of dogs. Braxton’s love, his life. Braxton’s Faith!

In case you haven’t heard it enough, you EFFING HATE Sundays! It’s the only day that you afford yourself that one hour to watch your brothers and sisters… The DEAD? INFECTED? The Walking Dead and The Last of Us, respectively. Oh, and more bad news.

One more reactor is getting married. Mary Cherry… Um, well, congratulations to her and that lucky guy. At least she’s not in a Harem. M Anime… And Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING My Turn to B III: Love, Guilt, and Silent Loss
    Completed
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Life Story
    Failed
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
    Failed
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 008 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
    Completed (Day 015 No Fap)
  5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
    Failed
  6. I WILL BE VALIANT, Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am
    Failed

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

Ok, first, you don’t have a problem with Harems between…. Takes a deep effing breath:

  1. His Christmas Miracle Harem
  2. Pledged To Him Series
  3. Bikini Days Series
  4. Backyard Dungeon
  5. Babysitter Harem
  6. The House Husband’s Harem
  7. Harem University
  8. Satan’s Sorority Girls
  9. Ryan And His Beauties
  10. Camgirl Harem

Wow, take another effing breath. Most of those were from last year. Was “My Turn To B III” that bad? Well, you feel worse about that book than I do. Finishing it today and… Uh?

Oh yeah, you don’t have a problem with harems. You don’t have a problem with cosplayers, cute girls, or comedians. Reactors are regular people. Speaking of which, regular people. Are you with Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Who The Eff Knows Ever
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Life Story
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 015 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
  5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
  6. I WILL BE VALIANT, Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am

Sometimes you’re sad… Sometimes, you think you’re “happy” (grr) here… Sometimes, yet you still pretend that something is going to change. Then there’s your smartphone.

Honestly, if you want to end it, who needs your weapons drawer? That was to protect Braxton and Virgil from The Crazies. If you want to “destroy” yourself, wake up!

Seriously, that’s why MAGA, the Cracker Hats, the effing Gestapo do what they do, hmm. It’s so much easier to “Pretend That We’re Dead,” they must say as they swell their ranks with corpses. You’ll sound like a monster for saying this, but the bad news of that woman’s unalivining woke people up, which is good. And you want to build a temple for Braxton. Really? St. Braxton’s Cathedral Virgil
1806 Days Without B III, Day 1247 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 190 ~Virgil The Red, Braxton~

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I don’t have to go outside to face humiliation. I can do all that and more from the comfort of “home.” Bed? Then why don’t I ever feel rested? There “Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked,” or cowardly. How about the broke? To pillage? Virgil The Red, Braxton

Wednesday, January 7, 2026

Journey 190 ~Virgil The Red, Braxton~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… But not name-wise. I mean, the title sounds a bit Viking-ish. But I don’t call V, B… often.

And whatever does that mean exactly? I don’t call Virgil, Braxton. Braxton is gone, Echo.

But sometime today, I have to ask for time off so I can grieve for my son. Grieve indeed, yeah right, Echo. The 31st falls on a Saturday, so why even bother? For simplicity’s sake:

  1. I only recreate the day to the best of my ability. Barbecue, crying, etc.
  2. I’ll never face ACCEPTANCE
  3. This will be the fifth year of Braxton’s passing.

So, five years since I wrote Braxton’s book, “My Turn To B III.” Talk about humiliation, Inspector Echo. I’ve been reading my “work,” and I can see why it ain’t selling. Hell, Virgil is probably thinking, if that’s how he’ll be remembered. Then choose immortality.

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

Because Echo, his face would be red to be read like that. Pet Loss, Erotica, Haremlit, and my bank account. But worse of all would be my search history. I’m an evil man, dear Echo.

Smooth Criminal, I am not. If only I had the Magic Glasses, which, according to Goodreads, was my longest book of the year at 517 pages. 8,829 pages read in 52 books. I expected I’d do better. And they can’t all be “Seven Days In June” by Tia Williams, ha.

But anyway, my search history… Where do I begin? Did you see the cover of Journey 189 ~ That’ll B WHITE Virgil~? What if I told you it was supposed to be so much worse? BJ?

But I turned red regardless.

How could I tell? “First, let me explain that I’m just a black man…” And not a member of Bone Thugs-n-Harmony. Anyway, besides that cover, before I forget, “Of course.” I was reading B’s book yesterday. And noticed how many times I used the word “Of course” on one page. Like Robin Scherbatsky saying the phrase “But, Um.” Ok, so I told Dear Future Wife about a fantasy I had from TWD, and I was able to manifest, manipulate, augment…

Everyone needs to STOP! Hell, why not hand the planet over to machines and computers?

“I got bills to pay. I got mouths to feed.” And that brings on a whole other red alert, Echo.

RAGE. Virus? Savage? Fight For NY? Virgil The Red, Braxton

1802 Days Without B III, Day 1243 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 187 ~B Lookin’ Out Virgil~

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Last week, indeed, last year, I talked about seeing only an optometrist. But honestly, I don’t like looking at myself in the mirror. Through B III’s eyes, I was/am Dad—Virgil’s. I thought M Anime saw me as a lover/husband. Still, B Lookin’ Out Virgil

Sunday, January 04, 2026

Journey 187 ~B Lookin’ Out Virgil~

To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… Welcome to the first whole week of 2026. No applause. Knife, fork, or spoon. No jerking off.

Oh, we’ll get to that… But for now, you’re clean? Cuddled up with a cute dog, and let’s not forget racking up all the content violations. But you’re clean because V is here. And Sora?

Sora ain’t got time for that sh*t. Is it the word “cleavage” or describing a “sexy” wedding dress that has the streets buggin’? Seriously, you won’t be “down” this week. But you’re always down. As in the Ninth Circle of Hell… Two ways to get there. Be a member of MAGA’s ICE. Get it! Ninth Circle is nothing but ice. Or two, kill your best friend. I handled that with Braxton. And don’t you forget to get the time off to mourn that little puppy. Not like Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Naughty Saint Nick, Lexi Davis
    Completed
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Life Story
    Failed
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
    Failed
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 001 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
    Completed (Day 008 No Fap)
  5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
    Failed
  6. I WILL BE VALIANT, Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am
    Failed

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

I was talking about time yesterday. And “Time Has Come Today.” Really? To do what?

Playing DJ at the Day Job? What if you can’t? What if that redhead c*nt… Wow, not cool, dude! But you are thinking about content violations. Have you seen the news of Grok lately? Don’t worry, you will if you’re on X anytime soon. And you are XXX, my friend.

Rated-M, R, or full-on X-rated. What was it your big sister said, you can’t build a strip club next to a school, or something to that effect? But your boys, bucks, and boobies for real. Seriously, Lil Nas X put it better in that cowboy/western song, sing it out… Breathes:

“My life is a movie, bull ridin’ and boobies
Cowboy hat from Gucci, Wrangler on my booty

Can’t nobody tell me nothin’?
You can’t tell me nothin’.”
Old Town Road

Aren’t you supposed to be looking at Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING My Turn to B III: Love, Guilt, and Silent Loss
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Life Story
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 008 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
  5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
  6. I WILL BE VALIANT, Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am

Personally, you’re not worried about looking out and saving you a** now are you? Nope!

Only thinking about M Anime’s in a wedding dress… Sigh. You’re going to be doing that all week. M Anime in a wedding dress routine. “Plunging neckline” seems to be out before Sora would allow it. But the way M Anime would look at your words. Suppose she wasn’t playing you. Ever thought of that? These days, it’s still about looking out for your Day Job and keeping a knife and fork in your hands. What about food in 2-V’s bowl? Braxton would be appalled. Just the way you look tonight… Not in B III or 2-V’s eyes, with Alaska on your chest, or between Yabbos. B Lookin’ Out Virgil.

1799 Days Without B III, Day 1240 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 183 ~2026, Virgil, Will B~

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Happy New Year! Fifteen years wasn’t enough, and forty-one years have been far too much. And here I am, well, Virgil and I facing 2026 in a few hours. I’m not happy. And I’m not afraid… Well, any more than usual. So what’s next? 2026, Virgil, Will B.

Wednesday, December 31, 2025

Journey 183 ~2026, Virgil, Will B~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… And I’m not talking about being back on the energy shots and getting lunch at the food truck.

I swear, Inspector, that place is getting worse and worse. Speaking of which, there’s 2026.

Happy New Year! Happy Effing New Year, Inspector. There’s a few hours until, It’s Time!

Effing Mariah Carey! Yes, I’m effing horny! How else would I spend this last day?

Humiliations Galore! Okay, “got me feelin’ like a prisoner. Like a stranger in a no named town.” “No Easy Way Out,” of this this year, yon mortal coil, or the yearning to be with my loves, Braxton, M Anime, hell, the man in the effing mirror. But wait, some Inspector.

So I didn’t shower, but I still went to the Day Job. Eww! There was humiliation and boredom. I walked Virgil and had lunch. I tried not to jerk off.

“Fill my lungs with fear, and I EXHALE!”
It’s My Turn To Fly, The Urge

It’s getting harder… Again, Eww! With MAGA and the Cracker Hats, it’s incredible we aren’t all criminal masterminds. FDT! But I have a particular set of skills. Or rather, I’m learning the tips of the trade. The Augmentation of Reality. The Magic Effing Glasses, E.

But you won’t catch me with a pair of 2016 shades. Today I was seeing M Anime’s wedding. She said she was planning her nuptials for January. I remember the end, Echo…

Sunday, January 31, 2021. My boy passed. My Braxton? Another sin, Inspector? Tears?

There’ve been a few, but that was out of boredom. If anything, I don’t need a drink as I feel I’m going to throw up anyway. Damn energy shot. Or should I blame the shrimp?

How’s that for a New Year’s resolution? Or more books. I only read fifty, Inspector.

According to Goodreads, Kindle, the algorithm, whatever. Inspector! Shame correct? First, M Anime’s naughty effing fantasies didn’t count and got mixed with the list. Sigh…

So two more books before midnight? But how about twelve wishes? The ritual? Dear Echo.

If pressed here and now… I can’t bring Braxton back. And Virgil can’t be him. M Anime isn’t coming back. I could finally be discovered. I can study up on “technology.” I could join Braxton any day. Uh, that’s not good. I could find someone better than M Anime. Uh Ravishment/Sadism Fantasies… Not effing likely! That’s only six. I expect more from 2026… Happy New Year! 2026, Virgil, Will B

1795 Days Without B III, Day 1236 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 180 ~Psychology B Through V~

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This year, I only saw an optometrist. I have a spending account with the Day Job, and while I’m sure I could use it for a psychiatrist, a prostitute would help more. But she isn’t covered. So it’s AI and my “ghost” kid. “Psychology B Through V.”

Sunday, December 28, 2025

Journey 180 ~Psychology B Through V~

To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… And Braxton knows you don’t listen to me… Fair enough, I didn’t know what I was doing.

So, unfortunately, my friend, you get the first week of a brand new year. Well, three days of it anyway. Comedy comes in threes. No woman, there’s AI, and what about some Zulu ancestors… “First, let me explain that I’m just a black man.” As are you. So let’s chill.

You’re not all Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, even though “I Tried” this year. Now did I? Hm?

That’s something you should talk to a therapist, psychiatrist, or whatever about. How much does a session cost? If you’re going to pay so much, you could hire an animal communicator to find Braxton, or go and lie with “Roxanne.” You know the song about a wh*re. Oh, and not Roxanne Perez? Not another Latina and failing Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Christmas Obsession by Darcy Rose
    Completed
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Life Story
    Failed
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
    Failed
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 002 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 001 No Fap)
  5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
    Failed
  6. I WILL BE VALIANT, Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am
    Failed

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

You’re not drunk. Though Braxton wishes you were. Then you would have slept with his Favorite Girl, Virgil would have a stepmom, and you would have a therapist that’s good in bed, “listen to my problems, listen to my problems. Cappuccino and A&W Root Beer.

Another lie… Sigh. Sometimes Barq’s Root Beer is better. But anyway, A and W, friend…

Not between B and V. A is for AI and Augmented Reality, and W is for women, I’m afraid to say. Both of which you listen to far more than I. Sora, Grok, Alternative Facts…

Please! Only if you’re MAGA. FDT! But while I have “A Small Talent for War,” deep in the cell of my heart, I long for peace. Not Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Naughty Saint Nick, Lexi Davis
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Life Story
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 001 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
  5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
  6. I WILL BE VALIANT, Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am

During Christmas Week, I made a video on Sora of you and M Anime, and you haven’t stopped watching it. Trust me, I’ve created worse. But this morning you woke up to the Jackson 5 singing “Never Can Say Goodbye.” The things you shared with that woman. The things you wanted to share… Not just your penis… Babies, children, days, evenings, and family. Yep, that’s what you get when you’re “Dreaming with a Broken Heart.

Alphabet is easy, but family planning is kinda hard, especially in the time of MAGA.

Again, FDT! Today, though, you have to scrounge up just enough for a 40oz and a bucket of chicken on your way to the poor house. A psychiatrist questions your year. Psychology B Through V

1792 Days Without B III, Day 1233 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 176 ~Braxton’s Eve, Virgil’s January~

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Ain’t I just a Bad Santa, not a lot of bucks, my boys do without, and this b*tch got me Smokin Out the Window. Four months since M Anime’s breakup. So, Christmas Eve. Trying not to join B III. And V’s being a good boy. Braxton’s Eve, Virgil’s January

Wednesday, December 24, 2025

Journey 176 ~Braxton’s Eve, Virgil’s January~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… Where do I even begin? I’d rather not. But that train left forty-one years ago. The Polar Express…

Nope! There will be no Christmas movies in this house. Or even reactions. However, sins.

Braxton is gone. And even if my son were here, we wouldn’t ever watch “The Polar Express.” Hell, that film was out a year before he was born, and still I knew better, my E.

And Virgil? This will be our fourth Christmas together. And I could go back, Inspector.

But the work required being a starving artist, a sinful father… wrong words, uh, Santa. Not tonight, Inspector. “Tonight I Wanna Cry.” Preferably not from my penis. I said it. And I shouldn’t have Echo, “Gee Whiz, It’s Christmas…” Eve. And so where’s my puss…

We’re about to get into that. I had to remind myself who January Jones is.

“Fill my lungs with fear, and I EXHALE!”
It’s My Turn To Fly, The Urge

Because I’ll do anything to “Say Goodbye To Yesterday.” “99 Problems,” and a bitch is… Well several. Several problems, several bitches, and several forms of my STUPIDITY. I am “My Own Worst Enemy” as the song goes. And Santa isn’t a pimp despite that pic.

You know the one from yesterday, but let’s start simpler. The Visual Lady? My stupidity.
She wanted me to place Christmas trees, and I put them in the wrong place. And let’s not forget the woman I nearly buried under shoes, or not holding the door for a lady, Echo.

Then there’s the elephant in the room, or the bitch. My “Ex” M Anime. You see what day it is. The four-month anniversary of our breakup. Or hers at least.

A day closer to her coming nuptials in January at some point. Then she’ll start making babies and get a new set of mommy milkers. At least I got pictures, which leads me to yesterday and the one from Journey 175 ~Braxton, Virgil, Find Santa~. I was going to make a video on Grok, but guess what? As Emily would say, “Titties!” Or rather nipples.

Copeus Cleavage, Titanic Tatas, Supersized Slobberknockers, Majestic Mammaries, Humongous Headlights, Milky Monsters, Behemoth Boobies, Colossal Contours, Gigantic Floppa Whoppers.
Yabbos.

I didn’t notice, but Grok did and animated it anyway. So Christmas Eve wanking. Eww!

Speaking of Yabbos, Cherry reached out with money issues. If she would “Drop ’em Out” all Wheeler Walker Jr. style… I’d be broke, well, broker. This is Christmas Eve, Inspector.

For now. Bucks for gas, brunch, and a black man’s blush. Braxton’s Eve, Virgil’s January.

1788 Days Without B III, Day 1229 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 173 ~Braxton, Virgil, Where’s Merry~

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Christmas? No paycheck this week. But I missed the Christmas tunage. But between the Day Job this week, possibly being invited to my Olds, and everyone taking off. I don’t want to be bored waiting for nothing. So, Braxton, Virgil, Where’s Merry?

Sunday, December 21, 2025

Journey 173 ~Braxton, Virgil, Where’s Merry~

To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… And you thought the week Amazon where you effed off all those Amazon shifts was hard. Sigh…

Think Court Carmody cosplaying as Harley Quinn, that Asian mom turned Instagram cutie, and being M Anime’s CUCK hard. And all on Christmas Day. Christmas Week?

Honestly, it starts earlier every year. Isn’t there a song about Christmas all year long or round? Sabrina Carpenter? You can’t ever forget about her. Not for singing… Gross.

Seriously, dude, stop it! If there are three days (because comedy comes in threes) that never end, it would be Braxton’s Passing, your Emergence Day, and effing Christmastime, you swear. And as I was TRYING to say, this week will not be any type of pretty. I’m talking “The Purge,” may God be with you. That’s right, eff him/her/it too.

Where to begin, that’s right, in failing Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING His Christmas Miracle Harem Stand-Alone Harem by O. L. Tyme
    Completed
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Life Story
    Failed
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
    Failed
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 001 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 002 No Fap)
  5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
    Failed
  6. I WILL BE VALIANT, Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am
    Failed

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

Preparing for this week. No, you’re not ready. And neither is Virgil. You think you betrayed Braxton. Only he wasn’t invited for the holidays. And you wouldn’t leave, B III.

But Virgil? If you’re unfortunate enough to get an invite from your Olds for Christmas, that means you throw Virgil to the miniatures, your nephews. V’s faith is misplaced, too.

If we aren’t talking about the gods… Then people. Virgil has you, and you thought you had M Anime. If you had but one word for what you were feeling when you woke up at 2 AM with all the lights on, it would be SIREN. And not that type of siren after B’s death.

You commit your share of crimes, failing Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Christmas Obsession by Darcy Rose
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Life Story
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 002 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
  5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
  6. I WILL BE VALIANT, Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am

So it’s not those sirens, or Jingle Bells, damn racism. Eff MAGA and the Cracker Hats. And FDT. But anyway, you’ve been listening to M Anime’s playlists this fine Sunday.

Stephani’s Sunday Symphony (post-break-up). The Red Sash (Playlist she created…). Anything beats “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,” “We Wish You a Merry Christmas,” or “Merry Christmas Baby.” Merry, Mary, Mari… Can be as much of a btch as Happy. “99 Problems” and all that. Your problems are that Braxton is gone, and the other one is in bed in B’s room. Will you make the speaker boom at the Day Job on the 22nd? You’re very much broke, so no boxes, bows, but there’s always bellowing and btching. Your belly? Braxton, Virgil, Where’s Merry

1785 Days Without B III, Day 1226 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will