Gospel 241 ~Braxton’s All The Rage~

I deserve Hell. Only I would never wish it upon anyone else. Yet none of the Nine Circles call Sadness a sin. So people would prefer me to be angry. I don’t hate the vet that showed mercy. “Braxton’s All The Rage,” but since I can’t hold him anymore…

Saturday, February 27, 2021

Gospel 241 ~Braxton’s All The Rage~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now because they seem to be mad at everybody. Only I continue to say I’m in Denial.

When I’m not, it’s fear. Now how can that be true? M Anime and I were talking about people and hypocrisy. I swear the things I miss about Little B. I say I’m not afraid because I have nothing else to lose. Arrest me, torture me, kill me. In the end, my Braxton is dead.
To be blunt, like my “father.” I imagine the worst thing, and then I need only say my son’s name. Do I find strength? No, but rather, understanding, and I carry on. “He needs me,” I would often say. Come the night, how about being outside anytime? I’m still afraid. Denial, though, I don’t want to lose it; I can’t lose Braxton. But people seem dedicated to bringing on Anger.

It’s not like my tears will put out the inferno. Braxton’s fire. Geez, how macabre am I? Amongst everything that is left of my B III is his “Certificate of Cremation.” Yeah, I’ll frame it as I bear witness to the paperwork of loss. Not blaming Banfield, Petsmart, Pet Angel…

Lady Lu, I’m trying my damndest to escape Hell, and at the same time, I’m already there. I would say I have COVID or something as I’m hot and at the same time freezing. I didn’t realize how cold this house could be. I was sitting here holding my chest a while ago. Please die. Only I continue to live, but how can I be expected to mourn when wanting to sing “I Hate Everyone.”

Let’s start with me, for what I have done. Yes, not one sin compares to Braxton’s loss. I did it. I “hate” my “father” for treating Triple B’s passing like it should be nothing. Part of me knows why. I was angry the day I saw people with puppies as I looked at B’s ashes. Can I be pissed at Amazon for allowing me to indulge in pain in two different ways? I buy stuff for Braxton and read about suffering. Youtube is killing me with my playlist, while Spotify does nothing. Most of all, these days it’s the Day Job. At my last shift, well… It’s a Mad Season and without Braxton to help. I love him; Indiana Gone did. Braxton’s All The Rage

I Am Afraid Without Braxton

Gospel 234 ~Don’t Drop Me Braxton~

I keep on falling. I’m struggling to get out of bed—the tears from my eyes. Or when my phone chimes for my boy. For a split-second, my eyes fall to the floor, or my legs, to his bed. He wouldn’t let me down, right until the end. Don’t Drop Me Braxton

Saturday, February 20, 2021

Gospel 234 ~Don’t Drop Me Braxton~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and still, I would never possess the type of strength that Braxton has. Always and forever.

I was impressed, proud, nearly scared to death when he would walk to his water bowl those last days. If I were to ask God for anything… well, first, it was to save my son’s life. He could have, I could have, and would be more of a bastard if I didn’t let him go. Secondly, it was The Prayer from Quest For Camelot. All I wanted was for Braxton not to hurt anymore. As the song goes, “To a place where (he’ll) be safe.” And that is my failure. The Rainbow Bridge, Heaven, I like to think that the Pearly Gates needed a Cerberus. Only like I said yesterday that you can’t go asking for vets’ names that showed mercy. I can’t follow B.

I would go without question. Every time there is an ache or pain. When I start to get sick, the first thought that crosses my mind is GOOD. Let me go, let me die, and go be with him. My tethers to this life are so few, and even those ties that bind… strong enough; never like my Braxton. You know death doesn’t bother me, Lady Lu. No, I take that back. The prospect of my death doesn’t irk me. A lot of deaths don’t. I’ve been seeing plenty of it. Lately, people feeling this pain. If mine ended, it would only be because I stopped it, like I ended Braxton’s suffering. Stops me… promise I made to a friend.

I raised Braxton so high, and never once did I consider I’d be begging him to help me up. Twenty days and I still pick up his bed but usually kneel to smell it. His favorite game was once staring at the door, wondering should I go outside or inside. Now it’s up and down from pillows, pill bottles, and my pendant. I remember how he would freak out when I took his collar off; his nails caught the ring. Now when wearing the pendant, it’s like my collar. More like I’m telling myself to be better for him. For his whole last year, I told myself I would be a better father, friend, hell if only somewhat less forgetful.

In my arms, heart, mind, Please Don’t Drop Me Braxton

I Am Afraid Without Braxton

Gospel 227 ~To Braxton’s Sweet Sixteen~

Happy Birthday!!! Braxton Barks Bradford. I would do more for your birthday than I would my own and if I had only known… We’d share a steak on mine. I’ve been thinking about what we were going to do today? Some Dad, right? To Braxton’s Sweet Sixteen.

Saturday, February 13, 2021

Gospel 227 ~To Braxton’s Sweet Sixteen~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but can that bring Braxton back to me. Give me one more day, year; I’m greedy.

But never on my birthday and like Father like Son. Up until the end, he treated every day as a holiday. On his last day, I’m sure I’m a broken record. I remember when they first took him from me. “Daddy, can we go home?” In his eyes Dad and Son, our lives were together. Then came my second BFF. The only human Triple B could stand outside of my bloodline. I don’t recall how old he was, but she made him a cake. I believe this was when he discovered his favorite toy. Hell, the first time I saw Braxton defeated by MORE food. Well, it put me to shame. I’d get him a ton of fries, and we would chronicle another year together.

Speaking of shame, February 13. I’m sure there is a dispute to the actual day, according to my Olds. I’ve spent forever trying to forget my birthday. Would anyone bother remembering his ever? Braxton is the closest to love I’ll get, so yep, before Valentine’s Day. If I had my way, I mean, this is what I saw. Braxton, growing a little beard under his chin. His tiny tan hairs are starting to turn grey. I imagined Braxton sneaking back to me after lying with siblings. (Future human children)? He’d protect them and my missus. Not now, but years upon years later, I would hold him as I did. The kids would cry over him. MY wife would find me bawling alone at some point.

Now he would have been 16 today. As far as I’m concerned, he is until I stop, whatever it is I think I’m doing. Would I have taken another “Commemorative photograph…” and bought one large fry for him? I didn’t even buy him a Christmas present; we had the time. That’s all I have now, time. 16 years reduced to maybe 250 in pictures. My pendant has his name, telling me to be a better man. His pillow still under the table with his toy on top. Lady Luna, Braxton gave his all to me, so how best to honor the life he lived… I’ll have it, but love’s not a prize but a gift he gave me. Happy Birthday, Braxton. To Braxton’s Sweet Sixteen.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 203 ~Here’s To Nights Of Living~

My nights would be, well more my life would be NC-17 because what makes me feel so alive, as in the movie “Just Looking” ahem “An act of love,” but for now, I don’t need to be awake all night waiting. “Here’s To Nights Of Living.”

Monday, January 20, 2020

Log 203 ~Here’s To Nights Of Living~

Hundred And Twentieth Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I still don’t know if I would build a time machine. Today is Saturday, and I thought one of my big worries would have vanished. I swear, how long ago was it that I read How to Stop Worrying and Start Living? What about Naughty Little Christmas? When was the last evening that I played Far Cry 5 and lived through the whole session? I’m not going to lie to you, Madam Justice, but I talked about my current “obsession” with trains and buses. Train To Bust didn’t go creating itself nor did A Load For Cherry, my newest art piece.

So why have I been staying up half the night? If anything for this evening’s activities, I’ll be doing battle with Jacob Seed and then taking his bunker. Anything to take my mind off tomorrow, but you know how my old man is, I was supposed to sit on my hide and wait. Now let’s be honest, I’m a homebody; nights out on the town, don’t do it for me, Madam Justice. Sure, when I open my brothel or after my bestseller, there will be movie premieres and such. Guests will travel at the dead of night to visit my establishments. I see myself as the boss in Saints Row: The Third. Of course, I could tell you my real plans for the night, but I’m pushing PG-13, as for right now. If my life were a movie, it would be NC-17 almost all the time, and still, I want to be a family man.

For now, I am, sitting here with My Dæmon sleeping. I have a full belly, and the world isn’t ending. As my motivations would shout, I am blessed. Thank you for all my blessings, show gratitude for how life is at this moment. I often talk about LUST though being my great sin, what about GREED. The perfect day, what about the perfect night? I want to be out at the movies with a few pretty girls. Besides the stuff they would do, we would go to a “certain” type of club. I could spoil the movie for another girl. Also, I want a five-star hotel and my video camera. I wouldn’t worry about anything in the morning. Tonight I am alive, Far Cry 5, working on my stash, bed?

Here’s To Nights Of Living

I Will Have No Fear

Log 196 ~Hell’s For The Good Times~

Is there anything that entertains me? That doesn’t result in sin; well, there’s always my dæmon who I value over 99% of the populace and those people who do entertain me, well it’s rarely over a conversation. Hell’s For The Good Times I know so well.

Monday, January 13, 2020

Log 196 ~Hell’s For The Good Times~

Hundred And Nineteenth Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and depending upon who you ask, Heaven and Hell are still on the table. Both were looking me in the face today “Saturday” it was a pretty decent storm. You know how I tell myself stories to get to sleep. Now those have been from Far Cry 5 for the past few weeks. Anyway, while I was driving, I imagined I was flying for the Resistance in Star Wars: The Last Jedi. There was also that scene in Star Trek Deep Space Nine when they pressed on to Cardassia Prime. What about Starship Troopers, flying one of their ships, and carrying groceries?

Let’s say being a Sci-Fi aficionado is one of my lesser sins. Okay, what I want to do with most of the leading ladies in those series is a one-way ticket to Hell. Heaven has never once shown me anything I want, or as the song goes, “peace of mind.” Sure, I want peace, especially these days. I keep telling myself I’m going to leave these young women alone, but I’m going crazy. Dennis Hof built his Heaven in an industry that most think would earn him Hell. If that’s the case, most of my heroes will be there. I was telling Indiana Gone yesterday. America excels at two things, meaningless sex and mindless violence. Everyone gets on me for the one, but hey, I can shoot all the cultists I want, along with a plethora of other crimes, Justice.

My Olds may speak of something different, but the church was never a good time. No, I’m not getting down on myself, only the facts. I still recall I got kicked off the Daystar Facebook page for talking about one of their girls. Okay, that’s more a story for Inspector Echo. Here’s a fact for right now, well I can’t tell you because again I don’t want to put that out into the universe. One sin, though, leads to such “restorative” pain. The point is, I want more because what does Heaven have to offer? Idle hands are the Devil’s instruments, but my hands are working right now. I want to build a Heaven that’s full of sin? Why not a Hell full of angels? In a minute I’ll say let’s return to the garden.

In the Garden of Eden, honey, I can’t stand boredom, Hell’s For The Good Times.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 189 ~What Was The Point There~

Point A to point B, but in some ways, the point of it all is to stand your ground no matter what, and so I did but why, how about asking why I play “Far Cry 5” an hour every day or what’s with my writing. What Was The Point There?

Monday, January 6, 2020

Log 189 ~What Was The Point There~

Hundred And Eighteenth Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but what’s it all for, you ask. The short answer, quoting Limp Bizkit “Nookie,” how about “Girls, Girls, Girls,” or she got me “So Hott.” The long story would be well “Be Not So Fearful.” FEAR is a big word. Now, of course, I could say “Everybody Wants To Rule The World,” “If I Had $1,000,000,” and “Power.” Notice POWER is bigger than FEAR. Also, the fact that my Wi-Fi is playing games today, so the music is sporadic. On the positive side, I had to get-up.

Eric Thomas says to fall on your back; if you look up, you can get up. Why did I start listening to these motivations? Let’s stick with the question of what was the point. It happened by accident, the Nuffsed Intro. Even Spotify noticed I needed the boost. I’m sticking to my promise, my Will, but yes, the fact that I stood up against LP a few days ago. I did that because I refuse to have another person look down on me, again I’m looking up. I can’t ever be anything less than myself and what do I say every single day, I AM a Billionaire. That explains why I have a few girls chasing me now, Madam Justice. Why this morning, I was once again looking up, travel fares, and a hotel and casino resort. If it works for Alice Little well? Still, as Eric Thomas says, no jealousy, no envy but I’m sicker, faster, bigger, badder, no doubt.

Why, because this morning the fact is I can do my job, but I hate the people there. I do believe in the law of attraction, so as always avoiding the negative, I want a position where I don’t hate, fear, or mourn. I want POWER is beyond my reach. Let’s say “BBB” but also bullion, biology, etc. What about what I said to you know who the other day. She’s just a friend, but the old me wouldn’t have dared. New Year, I will be bold, brave, a bad boy for life, or who knows a good man. Funny no internet and suddenly let the pop culture references fly free. Last week was to show that I can and will endure. Whatever happens, I need only this question. Everything I do is towards my desire for Power, so What Was The Point There.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 182 ~Sometimes There’s No One There~

Last week I talked about moving, but the question remains where am I going and as for today, well other than making sure the dæmon and I are eating I haven’t gone far, because who else is there. Sometimes There’s No One There

Monday, December 30, 2019

Log 182 ~Sometimes There’s No One There~

Hundred And Seventeenth Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so more money for me and dæmon. Today, which is Sunday, there were plans for a great many things. The thing is, nobody is watching me except Big Brother and the next scam artist. Now that last potential model wasn’t pretending but talk about saying no. No, I didn’t get up on time today, no my dæmon didn’t get his walk. How about no, I won’t be correcting today’s blog. I did finish reading Snow Angel last night. Let me enjoy my negativity while it last. No more come the new year, that’s for sure, do it.

Yes, I did double up on the dæmon’s bathroom necessities. I got double the beef thanks to Walmart and their substitutions. Yes, I found out my math was off some in my savings, so thirty dollars set it straight. Anyway one of the points of today is again, nobody is watching me at all. Why do you think I work so hard at the Day Job? I’ll always be working there if I don’t get out of this bed and do something. I don’t mean telling you the latest actress that caught my eye, Classy Cassy. Once again, no more complaining about everything. The fact that no one is watching should give me the freedom to do anything. Only, of course, you know where this conversation is going. My motivations often talk about what do you do when no one is watching. Well, I slept, sleazed, and now I’m slouching here in bed another day.

Now that’s what saps the most energy out of me, the FEAR that everyone knows. I call myself an open book, but what would happen if I lived up to that. More importantly, what would I become if I took on my life? I tell myself that the fans are there, the females, the family that consists of this second of a sleepy fur baby by my side. Everybody else has given up, or they have me pegged for a role. Peggies, oh, that will come in handy in Far Cry 5. When’s the last time I went a day without talking about that game? If no one is watching, waiting, or wanting, it shouldn’t matter how fast I move. Oh, there’s the man in the mirror. I avoid him, and we both know why.

Sometimes There’s No One There.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 175 ~Watching, Waiting, Hoping, Just Move~

Run boy run, as the song goes, running’s a victory because even then I’m getting somewhere and if you ask me where I’m going, well tomorrow is Christmas Eve after all and while I imagine roaring fires? “Watching, Waiting, Hoping, Just Move”

Monday, December 23, 2019

Log 175 ~Watching, Waiting, Hoping, Just Move~

Hundred And Sixteenth Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I don’t follow the money. The truth is I follow my purpose as my motivations point out. One more early day, another mention of Far Cry 5. I beat the first “level” last night. Holland Valley Region Liberated, meaning I can finally take a breather. Isn’t that the problem, breathing is never enough for me, and at the same time, it takes so much to do so. I mentioned motivation, and I read, you must be careful how you talk to yourself. That your body doesn’t know the difference, positive, negative.

What you say and do matters, and is that why I choose neither. The effort gets to be too much sometimes. Another one of those self-help titles talks about you only need to feel good. When I wake up like this, the truth is I’m exhausted, but I’m super after the conversation. It doesn’t matter if I have to take a shower or I get to go back to bed. I’m moving forward, Madam Justice. Whether it be words, women, or warfare, and then I have to wonder where I’m going. Here’s another question, am I being dragged, am I all Do or Do Not, am I digging holes? Each footstep digging a grave? I don’t mean to sound morbid, again, careful how I speak about myself. At this time of the year, shouldn’t I be happier, one of those dirty words right, Madam Justice?

I’m trying Madam Justice; I’m even reading another Christmas story. Snow Angel by Minx, that’s as festive as I’m going to get. One more thing, every little step I take, as the song goes, I’m told is wrong. People demand I grow up but don’t look to the stars. I was about to mention slugs, but again, language. Do you remember when I would call myself out for that when I was cursing? Should I say I have more in common with Reginald Barclay or Vincent Anton Freeman? Despite being easily forgotten or their failures, and many fears they kept going. Living in the darkness Madam Justice, if you’re moving, there is no wrong direction. It’s why like those XBOX commercials, I ask, do I step, or do I leap? Why do we fall? How about why I have no throne here as of yet?

I’ve got no time, Will’s Watching, Waiting, Hoping, Just Move.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 168 ~Want It, Work “Freaking” Harder~

I wonder, is my Mom be proud of me? My Day Job is nothing and how I wish to earn my bread well; in either case, I never feel like I’m working hard enough and she’s not getting any younger. Want It, Work “Freaking” Harder Will. Happy Birthday Mom

Monday, December 16, 2019

Log 168 ~Want It, Work “Freaking” Harder~

Hundred And Fifteenth Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, or I should be, I know. Okay, before I begin, ha, I want to say Happy Birthday to my mom. If she ever read this blog well, better not to wish that at all. She doesn’t want to see the “man” her son has become. I’m not Martin Luther King Jr by any means, but I Have A Dream. Well, I did last night, which is quite easy to interpret. One more reason to laugh, I was going on a date with Sabrina Nichole and some other girl. Sabrina was “tethered” to me, and I was embarrassed, so I unhooked her, letting her run into the green.

It was a green mountain Madam Justice, thick and luscious. I don’t know about the other woman, but I kept my eyes on the prize of Sabrina. She was traveling through and made it to the top with ease. She is waiting for me and ain’t I the funny one today. Anyway I get stuck in the green, I’m not moving at all, I can’t climb up. I can’t resist, right myself to stand or even rest. This morning I’m still exhausted, but I got up a lot easier Madam Justice. Okay, what is the point of the dream, Higher, Further, Faster baby. You know what I can say about women but still “Family-Friendly.” I even changed the rule ever so slightly, but yeah, the truth is the truth. I could also quote Scarface to tell you what my dream means, but I’m not dreaming.

“In this country, you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power, then you get the women.”

I will admit yesterday was a setback, and I didn’t even have the heart to keep fighting for what I wanted. Madam Justice, I barely watch wrestling when it’s on TV, so why try stealing it by looking for streams. I could always pay, publish, or perchance do something else constructive, like reading. Playing works too as I advanced in Far Cry 5 last night. I finished The Widomaker and Valley Armed Convoy missions. Back to the point of today, though, to quote another movie. “If you want to be somebody, if you want to go somewhere, you better wake up and pay attention.” Here I am Madam Justice, way before “Waking Up at 4:00 AM Every Day Will Change Your Life” I want it.

Rhyme or Crime, Fire and Desire, as the kids say, we want the smoke so, Want It, Work “Freaking” Harder.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 161 ~Be A Man Of Action~

Something that both heroes and villains have in common; they both take action, and while I want to say I’m 49% to 51% if anything as the song goes, I’m only a man a good one, a bad one, maybe alright but lights, camera. Be A Man Of Action, Will.

Monday, December 9, 2019

Log 161 ~Be A Man Of Action~

Hundred And Fourteenth Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and if this morning is any sign, a man of action. Let’s start with the Six Impossible Things. Sad to say, I’ve already failed at #2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves. Numbers 1, 5, and 6 I’m handling. #4 is doable, and #3 well, there is a reason I use the word Impossible. Look at the time though, think of the day that lies before me, the choice I made only moments before. Begin each day with gratitude, isn’t that right? I’m grateful I woke up, for my weird dreams, and Far Cry 5.

Yeah, if there is any action I take on the regular, it’s complaining. I’m on the Easy setting and still, almost got killed. How much time did I spend learning the controls? My Motion Sickness was a smidge better. Now, didn’t I say something about weird dreams? I don’t want to sound like the President or offend any veterans. Last night/this morning, I was dreaming about Vietnam? Here’s the offensive part, that’s how I view my life. For right now at least I’ve volunteered, I don’t know whether it’s right or wrong. If anything, I only “want” to serve. By the end of the day, without a doubt, I’m going to be in some “less optimal” state. I won’t be the same man that’s talking to you right now, Madam Justice, that’s for sure. How did Jada Cato put it? “It all went downhill after I put my pants on.”

Again gratitude, here and now I’m doing something I enjoy even if I’m tired. At this rate, I could knock out two of my Six Impossible Things before the day is over. I’ll continue working hard for my son, and I’ll get some more tips to play the game tonight. These all need to become habits instead of falling for whatever joke the pillow wants to tell. If I stay busy, I don’t have time to worry, or that’s something I learned from Dale Carnegie. Get busy living and all the rest from The Shawshank Redemption. Didn’t the movie “Young Einstein” talk about being a man of action? Of course, I can’t forget King Ezekiel from TWD. There might be something to my love of movies and the zombie genre.

Media, swimming, run boy run, Be A Man Of Action.

I Will Have No Fear