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Journey 123 ~Braxton’s Nine Lives, Virgil~

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V is my son. I chose him. And I wouldn’t give him up for anything. Paperwork, cash, I lifted him out of his cage… But B is still here. At the same time, I want him back. Is reincarnation real? Science should speed up. AI? Braxton’s Nine Lives, Virgil

Saturday, November 1, 2025

Journey 123 ~Braxton’s Nine Lives, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Don’t I wish. Right now, I would settle for a Big Mac Meal. That’d be dumb.

But I am me. What? I’ll be all positive after my 150-Word Depression, alright, Lunalesca?

Now speaking of knowing me. What are three things I care about in this existence?

Braxton, well, both my boys actually, Braxton and Virgil, some chick’s boobs/yabbos, and bucks. Or should I say my wee ones, again B III and 2-V, women’s yabbos, and wealth. And what about everything else, the world? The world is yours, I saw on Scarface.

But how do I see the world? I woke up this morning… And what, got yourself a gun? For B, when he was here, to protect us. But he’s been gone four long years, and that’s what I’ve been thinking about, always and forever. And how to bring him back…

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

First, I figured if I had enough money… I still have B’s bed, ashes, and a bag of his fur. And “I’m still alive. Must have been a miracle.” How’s that for me being positive? But Braxton wasn’t frozen or cloned. If anything, “The future is coming on.” “My future.”

Then I was reading a lot about resurrection and reincarnation. And that’s how I found Braxton’s little brother Virgil. Smart enough to use a training pad, hanging out again with chicks that had large yabbos. But “The truth is in the eyes ‘Cause the eyes don’t lie, amen,” Lady Lu. Not just within, but the two bits of tan/beige fur on both sides, Braxton’s shade.

I want to look at myself through those eyes forever.

With perfect love and perfect trust? Magic? And isn’t the Day of the Dead tomorrow?

Now it could be that between quoting “The Craft,” rereading, or listening to the Succubus Lord series for the umpteenth time. I’m reading Backyard Dungeon 22. And I’ve been thinking about the other Succubus series by A.J. Markam. Anyway, if I could practice magic, I’d want to study Necromancy or Portal Making. Finding little Braxton?

Halloween was yesterday, but while I was augmenting reality. And boning up on the AI craze. I started thinking I could bring back my Braxton digitally. To have both of my boys on screen at the same time, Lunalesca. It’d be less trouble. This picture: Journey 116 ~B+ Old Man Virgil~ Braxton’s Nine Lives, Virgil

1735 Days Without B III, Day 1176 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 120 ~Being Braxton Or Virgil~

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I’m not afraid of dying. How I might die… Sure. Not the act. The Day Job is getting ready for Christmas. I forgot that “This Is Halloween.” And if I could go as anything. I’d want Braxton’s brave face or Virgil’s sleeping one. Being Braxton Or Virgil

Wednesday, October 29, 2025

Journey 120 ~Being Braxton Or Virgil~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… And in the spirit of complete transparency, I’m going to sin some more. What am I, a ghost?

I’m a father who misses his son—a dad who can’t figure out the other one. And I ain’t a liar like the Cracker Hats of MAGA and all of the Trump Administration. FDT, Echo.

Anyway, as Edmond Dantes screams, “What’s my crime!” Screaming, my dear Inspector Echo. It took me putting up Christmas ornaments at the Day Job to remember that “This Is Halloween,” well, on Friday. And I keep getting off-topic —forgive me. I only have 150 words to be sad, sinful, and scary. So my sin… I’m sharing my fears as “Opportunities.”

But I’m not the “Pet Shop Boys” despite my two sons, Braxton and Virgil. Inspector? Today I wondered, would I rather be Frankenstein… Resurrecting Braxton. Or a Ghostbuster. Imprisoning Virgil.

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

Because death doesn’t frighten me, correction, my death doesn’t. This is not negativity but a fact. I suffered the loss of my firstborn son. And my second-born’s alive and well. So what FEAR am I facing again? The FEAR to LIVE. Without Braxton, Virgil, FEAR.

“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”
Franklin D. Roosevelt U.S. President

Inspector, it’s a wonderful thing that I can quote a good president. Another fact, FDT! Anyway, what else is there to life? Cliché as it is, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.

Inspector, “If life’s a game made for everyone. Then love is the instruction.” Try it?

Inspector, am I afraid to love? Virgil Vivi, M Anime? I know I keep repeating myself, but “Love Is A Long Road” and “The Long Walk” for many weary souls.

And if anything, I’m afraid of how love. Again, I look to M Anime—my “ex-girlfriend,” Inspector Echo. Again, not negative, I’m only speaking the truth. The things I wanted to do to her. Indeed, to any woman I like. Oh, then there are my own kinks and fetishes too.

I do not FEAR success but power, as all wise men should. Every day, I see what I do with the bit of money I have. With enough money, 99 Problems vanish. What happens next?

Inspector, I could be living like my boys. But I heard once that satisfaction is the death of desire. And my desires? Many. Ten naked ladies like Hank Olson. Nothing is wrong, being me, for Halloween. Being Braxton Or Virgil

“A man chasing two rabbits ends up hungry; A wise man grows carrots.”
Stoics Meditations

1732 Days Without B III, Day 1173 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 119 ~Virgil Will B Patient~

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I’m waiting for the day they don’t call me Ma’am at the drive-thru. I wait for the food truck to get my order right. I wait for the day I’m respected at the Day Job. I wait for when I don’t miss my son so much. I wait for love. Virgil Will B Patient

Tuesday, October 28, 2025

Journey 119 ~Virgil Will B Patient~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? I didn’t have to wish for that. It took me fifteen years to learn. And…

His name was Braxton. And he would be… well, he’ll always and forever be Braxton.

I sit here with you late on a Tuesday evening—you and Virgil. And I’ve had two thoughts, and you’re not going to like either of them. You’re patient, waiting for me to be better.

Anyway, the first was that I wish B III were here to talk to, as I’m getting my “Creed” on:

“I feel angry, I feel helpless
Want to change the world, yeah
I feel violent, I feel alone
Don’t try and change my mind, no.”

The second is when I woke, I had been dreaming about 1992’s Aladdin… Well, Jasmine. The three wishes, anyway. And I thought if I had them, I’d want my son back, my B III. I wish that you would Love Me Now. Who am I, John Legend? And I wish I were dea*… asleep. Permanently.

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

Patience, positive vibes, and points. My point is that the Genie couldn’t bring anyone back from the dead. He couldn’t make someone fall in love. And he couldn’t bring harm.

And yet I am a patient man. I am a forgiving one. So, I’ve been thinking about what Rick Grimes said before the all-out war with Negan and the Saviors. Wise and brave, my love:

“I don’t want to wait for it anymore. You don’t either… Yeah, I know. So we don’t have to wait for it. If we start tomorrow right now… with everything we’ve beaten, everything we’ve endured, everything we’ve risen above, everything we’ve become… If we start tomorrow right now… no matter what comes next… we’ve won. We’ve already won.”
Rick Grimes

And isn’t that something like what Pete McVries said to Ray Garraty? To come all this way and “choose love.” For the record, I’m still upset with the movie. That’s not being negative, it’s only a fact, my love. I wait for things, and in the end, I want to love them, but what happens next? “Last Of My Kind.”

And “You Don’t Know Me,” love. But we have a lifetime to learn, don’t we? And I “pray” our two-legged children are fast learners like my four-legged ones. Braxton. Virgil?

Honestly, how my little Virgil tries. And you? I remember everything, including Sunday, August 24, 2025. Who was it that said patience is a virtue? One day I’ll wake up forgiving myself for Sunday, January 31, 2021, E-Day, and that Sunday with you. Being patient.

These days, it gets harder, but resistance is acceptable; I can wait. I was watching something about the Borg and the Federation while I was waiting at the food truck.

However, “I Don’t Wanna Live Forever.” “Who Wants To Live Forever?” Love Is A Long Road. Virgil Will B Patient

1731 Days Without B III, Day 1172 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 116 ~B+ Old Man Virgil~

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The School of Hard Knocks sucks. Don’t even get me started on regular schooling. Though I did read Animal Farm and 1984. And the Cracker Hats are following “It Can’t Happen Here” or Project 2025. Anyway, how would I grade myself? “B+ Old Man Virgil.”

Saturday, October 25, 2025

Journey 116 ~B+ Old Man Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… This means I can be as sinful, as STUPID, and as skeevy as I want. Right?

And good morning to you, too, Lady Lunalesca. All that’s missing from my day is a plaid robe, some slippers, and a cane. That reminds me, I need to pick up some new jeans, Lu.

This week and the next will be particularly brutal. I mean, “The Long Walk” cruel.

Lunalesca, beside the sad tune of “Teen Idle”, “Oh God, I’m gonna die alone! There have been the words of Greg Plitt and his thoughts on FEAR. You know why I hate FEAR. It keeps me young. My son Braxton’s death makes me feel old. And then there’s Virgil, Lu.

I was looking at whiskers yesterday. Five years old… What has Virgil done with existence?

How dare I ask? How would I grade myself existing?

You’ll never know. And not only for that 150-word Depression cap I’m keeping my lady.

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

A is for being awake and alive. For being WOKE and not some GD MAGA Cracker Hat, my dear. If this really is The Long Walk, instead of “Eff the Major,” FDT, MAGA, and “The Long Walk.” Just instead of me being #47, Ray Garraty, I’m only 41 (Ben-Hur drums)

Braxton was/is will always be #15. Virgil is #5. But V’s better than Barkovitch, Lunalesca.

B is for books. Again, I’m grateful for Kindle giving my reading streak back, Lunalesca. This morning, I began Backyard Dungeon 22. It’s the last of the series… Lady Lunalesca

But what about boobies, yabbos, and he we go. I’ve been thinking of M Anime’s

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

“C” Lady Lunalesca, I can’t see her anymore… (Begins waving my hand like John Cena)

God “Bless The Broken Road.” I take my breakup—the failure of my relationship with M Anime—as a lesson learned. And the fact that I didn’t turn the broken road into a thing, Lu.

D is for the darkness that I wanted to unleash. Again, that Depression cap Lunalesca.

Desire comes in so many different forms, and today, I begin fighting another once again. Augmenting reality sounds much cooler than what I’ve been doing. An eff of a time.

Effing or just F is not for failure or forgetfulness. I’m not a father of two-legged rugrats. Eff it, I think I like this “Little Life” “B+ Old Man Virgil.”

1728 Days Without B III, Day 1169 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 113 ~Braxton, Virgil, It’s Time~

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Time for me to get a new tablet… Kindle took my over 2000-day reading streak. I read on Virgil’s birthday. And it’s not the time for him to join his big brother Braxton. And how have I been spending my time? AI Johnny Sins? Braxton, Virgil, It’s Time

Wednesday, October 22, 2025

Journey 113 ~Braxton, Virgil, It’s Time~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… Because I didn’t tell Braxton he was living his last day? And Virgil’s older now, FIVE. THIRTY-SIX Human?

I actually took the time to look that up, Inspector. Monday, I read something interesting.

“A man chasing two rabbits ends up hungry; A wise man grows carrots.”
Stoics Meditations

I’m glad I read something because, according to Kindle, I didn’t, as they dropped my 2,000-some odd-day reading streak. WTF! I’m sure I read on 2-V’s Birthday. I know it.

Anyway, the quote… It got me thinking about my writing, which doesn’t pay. The idea that I can become the Johnny Sins of AI… Again, that doesn’t pay either. I haven’t had a customer in a week. There’s reading, gaming, and a Social Media presence.

Inspector, I know that’s very funny. You should have seen how I humiliated myself at the Day Job. It pays, but not enough. There’s always time to make money. But not to be depressed. SIGH!

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

Okay, this isn’t negativity… Let’s call it goal setting. It’s like talking to Braxton, Inspector.

I need to write. But look at the quote above. I’m talking to you, the other girls, myself, Braxton, and I’ve even given him a voice. I want to work on my writing lifestyle, which means more novels that I WILL edit. I want to write snippets using “Magic Glasses.”

Echo, I haven’t been able to get Neil Bimbeau’s Magic Glasses series out of my mind these days. I even use the “idea” in everyday life. I imagine what I want to see. So yesterday I kept telling myself, “Pick up your feet, you’re better than this.” Or like Scarface:

“The world is yours.”
Scarface

So I’ve been reworking the world from a digital standpoint.

And then there’s everything else that doesn’t involve my boys, Braxton and Virgil. They always show up in my writing. And I’d kick them out when I’m having my “time.” But I’m still reading Backyard Dungeon 21, playing a few new mobile games, and socializing.

Inspector, I’m learning to manage money, and I should do the same with time, honestly.

Next week will be lucrative “Day Job-wise.” But it only drives me to pursue my many passions. That again begs the question, my “Passion.” “Money making is a wonderful thing.”

Nothing is wrong with being “Carmen Queasy” because we all could use more cash, Echo.

But I know you can’t buy time. We need “Time Enough At Last” like Henry Bemis. Braxton, Virgil, It’s Time

1725 Days Without B III, Day 1166 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 112 ~B And V Bench~

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It’s love to pick one foot up and put it down, then again. Braxton and I did it for fifteen years. Virgil has been doing it for five now. “Love Is A Long Road.” Life is “The Long Walk.” So am I winning alone (with V). I’m no gym bro. “B And V Bench.”


Tuesday, October 21, 2025

Journey 112 ~B And V Bench~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? More than “my” music? How “Your Love Keeps Lifting Me Higher And Higher.” Like Braxton’s?

No, I’m not Jackie Wilson. And should you take this as the “Diary of a Tired Black Man.” No, I’m not that famous. But I am tired, black, and a man. Yours, always and forever.

Scratch the tired part. But today I am. Why? I just lifted my second-born son Virgil to his fifth birthday. Hell! I raised B III straight to Heaven. Don’t put your blame on me, “Human.”

I imagine that’s what Braxton would say. I didn’t “end” him. “You and me,” Darling…

“Love lift us up where we belong,” please. As I’ve been down since… You remember?

Sunday, August 24, 2025. And I’ve gone from shuffling my feet to telling myself to lift up my feet, I deserve better than this. Love?

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

I’m proud of my body. I haven’t eaten anything but a shared McDonald’s birthday lunch with 2-V, some candies, and peanuts. That’s not negativity, but the facts. “I’m Still Here.”

“I’m Still Standing!” “I’m still strong!” Whether it’s Elton John, Antwone Fisher, or any number of pop culture references. It’s love. I want to think of you like that, Darling.

Honestly, call it “A Sunday Kind of Love.” The kind I felt when Braxton would sit on my head, and I loved him/ love him enough to take him outside. When I would rise to see you love, in more ways than one. Our two-legged kids would still be sleeping. B and V would be pawing at the door. But we would lie here, love.

Right here, before I’d type out to the millions and millions, my dreams of us. The two of us, listening to ’50s/’60s apocalyptic pop. Atom Bomb Baby, Thirteen Women (And Only One Man In Town), Sputnik (Satellite Girl), Watch World War Three (on Pay TV).

Honestly, though, I didn’t care about the “Civil War” 2024 or whatever MAGA has going on, whether it’s a movie or reality. “I got Heaven right here on Earth.” Your husband. A man of leisure. And again I am telling myself to pick ’em up and put ’em down. And that is a husband’s, a father’s, and a man’s responsibility. I keep saying it. A man provides hmm—the truth.

“The Long Walk” and all. Love’s my exercise. Be my partner. B And V Bench.

1724 Days Without B III, Day 1165 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 109 ~I’ll B Awake, Virgil~

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I’m with everyone in spirit. From my son Braxton on the Rainbow Bridge, to his little bro Virgil, who is being “annoying” on a pillow. To all the men, women, and others marching against MAGA and the Cracker Hats. FDT! No KINGS “I’ll B Awake, Virgil.”

Saturday, October 18, 2025

Journey 109 ~I’ll B Awake, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… What for? Because I want to be in bed all day. Braxton? Banging Bimbos? Buying Games?

Ask me what I want on “Any Given Sunday” (a movie I’ve never seen, by the way, football sucks). Anyway, ask me what I want besides my Braxton back or having the balls to leave.

I want to be in bed. Money will solve literally all of my “99 Problems.” But a b*tch… Lady Lu. Am I talking about my EX M Anime or my business? Business ain’t booming, Luna.

But as Kid Rock sings “Only God Knows Why, “I’ve been sittin’ here tryin’ to find myself.
I get behind myself. I need to rewind myself.” More like you’re telling “You need to get up, get out and get somethin'” Like rights? The NO KINGS protest is today. I’m WOKE.

But Lunalesca, I’m so tired!!!

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

“Whatever, Ngga.” “My nggaz need me.” I mean my boys, my sons, Braxton and his little brother Virgil. This means I need to get back to business. The momentum I had a few days ago. I mean, that’s the thing, isn’t it? Doing things that keep me awake and alive.

Aren’t I working out the buttons on Spotify to wake up today, from Hugo to Kid Rock, some Scarface, and now Peter Gabriel. Even my phone told me to turn down the “Boom Boom Pow” in my ears. That means I’m working and making the bucks at the Day Job.

My belly will be grateful. Nothing wakes you up like hunger. And I’ve been craving tacos as of late. Better than TACO Trump that is. Didn’t I mention NO KINGS?

But plenty of Yabbos. Of course, I’ll have the opportunity to do better next week, won’t I, my dear Lady Lunalesca? No need to say “I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend.” I’m no “Jumper” Lady Lunalesca. And the only falling I’m doing over and over again is into the mattress as I drool over some lady’s yabbos. Excluding my Ex.

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

Books are good for that, too. I’m reading Backyard Dungeon 21, and one of Eddie’s wives had a child. And another one of his wives is pregnant. Oh, life could be a dream “Sh-Boom.” Thirteen Women (And Only One Man in Town). Lunalesca? Bedroom antics.

You’re telling me, “You better work.” I’ll B Awake, Virgil.

1721 Days Without B III, Day 1162 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 106 ~To B Tired, Virgil~

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Well, another wasted day, I didn’t get to bed until 1:00 AM last night. And what was I doing? Does it help that I was actually making some money? If I weren’t losing a whole lot more. STAY WOKE, there’s MAGA around. Such stupidity. To B Tired, Virgil

Wednesday, October 15, 2025

Journey 106 ~To B Tired, Virgil~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… Besides losing my boy, which will always be number one, there are also being tired and side hustles.

First, TIRED! How the eff, or rather why the eff am I always so tired? I mean beat, bone-weary, and burned out. “So wear my soul and call me a liar. I dare you to.” But the last thing I can say is that I’m bored. Well, except for the Day Job. Ahem… Side Hustle?

Yesterday I got my first customer, $24.00 bucks. I said Ahem… I lost $25.00, Inspector.

My idiocy knows no bounds. I sent crypto to the wrong place. And then giving freebies, and trying to learn this new “craft” of mine. B would disapprove—Virgil’s sleeping.

Again, that’s what I want to do right now. But besides blue balling myself. Research… There are HaremLit books, and being a gamer. A boss…

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

But being tired also means being busy. This motivational speaker, Eric Thomas, would say plenty about sleep. “I don’t sleep when I’m Tired, I Sleep When I’m done.” Or what about, “If you’re going to be successful, you gotta be willing to give up sleep.” “Sleep is for those people who are broke. I don’t sleep.” That was 50 Cent, I believe, but it works.

Like bedsprings creaking (back in the day) or bouncing boobs, or rather Yabbos, Dear E.

Boys will be boys. And no, that’s not me being negative, sounding like a MAGA Cracker Hat and all. I’m only stating that bedroom antics can lead to buying power. Points, Pennies, all because of a guy’s… other dangling thing between his legs, Inspector Echo.

But I’m always trying to rise above that. My belly, bed, or my brain? I tell myself whenever I’m tired, “For Braxton, Always and Forever.” And I can’t forget that Virgil has a belly and brain too. And we sell soft beds at the Day Job. Virgil deserves the best.

Inspector, for that reason, again I remember my Braxton looking at me as if saying, “You’re The Best Around, Daddy.” I can keep my eyes open with an ’80s soundtrack.

And that right there is the trick to it. STAY WOKE. Keep my eyes open and on the prize, Inspector, no matter what happens. Because, as much as I admire B III, he earned peace.

So what. It’s “The Long Walk.” To B Tired, Virgil

1718 Days Without B III, Day 1159 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 105 ~Virgil, That’ll B Reality~

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Virtual Insanity is the name of the game today, or rather tonight. I’ve been advancing my studies all day between the Day Job. And I’m actually getting paid! But wait, where’s my girl, and my firstborn son? For now, though… Virgil, That’ll B Reality.

Tuesday, October 14, 2025

Journey 105 ~Virgil, That’ll B Reality~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? It’s the fact that I’m still here. Cause I’m real, like Sunday, August 24, 2025.

Hell, I was so tired on that day, and today, I don’t know whether I’m dreaming half the time. Fiction, Artificial Intelligence, or will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare? My 150-word Depression cap? That Braxton is still in a box? Or what has or hasn’t happened between us. Effing time travel, alternate history, and destiny. Seriously our effing destiny…

And no, I don’t mean a woman with that name… For once. It was FATE that I met you, and I met my firstborn son. I’m damn near ready to say that I manifested both you and him—Braxton in a plate of French Toast or Waffles. And you were a story, my love. Lots.

Lots of love, and if I can’t have you, um…

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

Well, before I had you taking my last name, I had to learn to write my first name. I swear. I’m sure I told Lady Sophia this, but what ignited my love of writing was the first time I remember penning my name, and I didn’t even know it. Truth and fiction, living in peace.

My love, while I’m thinking ‘happy’ thoughts about my childhood. I love the nights of waking up to the ending themes of Inuyasha, “Fukai Mori” in particular. To think things couldn’t get any better, but dogs have fur and women have Yabbos. But our children.

Those kids of ours. I go back to Sunday, August 24, 2024, and what I must have said to you. I love all our children.

But you have to understand that it was my Braxton that taught me how to love, four legs and all. He couldn’t be more my son if he shared my “DNA.” THEY “Not Like Us.” I’m a dog dad, you’re a cat mom, and now we share all these two-leggeds protecting them from MAGA and the Cracker Hats like Kendrick Lamar sings about. Honestly beloved.

You know I love music, movies, and manuscripts in audio form, ha. I’m shielding myself from reality, or I was because you’re here, Braxton, his little brother Virgil, the kids.

Because there is no fate but what we make. And if I knew I loved you before I met you. I’ll find you again. In Reality. Virgil, That’ll B Reality

1717 Days Without B III, Day 1158 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 102 ~Braxton’s Business, Breathing Virgil~

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For the love of money. Braxton needs more than some “man” mourning over him for 1714 days. And Virgil needs a father. And what have I done for 1155 days since his arrival? I Don’t Wanna Work as Valerio sings. But Braxton’s Business, Breathing Virgil.

Saturday, October 11, 2025

Journey 102 ~Braxton’s Business, Breathing Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Seriously, Mark Zuckerberg, Jeff Bezos, Elon Musk, Donald Trump, eww! “I Wanna Be Like You,” then?

And not them. If anything, Lady Lunalesca, I want to go back to bed. What was I doing up at midnight? Four years ago, had I been so dedicated, I could say that I know “How To Save A Life,” that of my son Braxton. And it’s not like I’m doing Virgil any favors, Lu.

My new business venture. I should be working on “my books.” More books, more books!

But now I’m blaming the Day Job and a crappy computer. Again, the things I was doing instead of seeing to my sons’ business. I’m “Forty-One” (Cue Ben-Hur Galley drums).

Now I mentioned a bunch of MAGA Cracker Hats. How can you label somebody both as lazy and stealing a job? Anyone want my life?

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

I will always believe this Lady Lunalesca. The best job, the best business I ever owned, fell right into my lap. More like jumped or crawled. It was being Braxton’s Daddy. I never asked for it. But much like when M Anime and I would talk… Just stating facts, Luna.

Being a father to some two-legged progeny is something I wanted to do. And writing? Lunalesca, it would allow me to stay home with my children. But that’s not the only reason I write. It’s sort of like being “The Receiver of Memory,” aka “The Giver.” There is so much inside me, Lunalesca. And sharing it somehow, someway, gives release.

Honestly, another fact like saying “I’m So Thankful” for the Day Job. I can think.

These days, it’s been about the new ASM “J.” Looking at her, I know that the Day Job is not what I want for my future. However, I do want to own a media empire one day. Like I’ve always talked about, manuscripts, movies, at the center, will be mammaries.

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

Lunalesca, those have had me up. “And after spending nights. Thinking how you did me wrong,” which I sing into the mirror. For people? For myself? And Gloria Gaynor. Sigh.

A fact, Lady Lunalesca, Gloria’s a Cracker Hat. Anyway, the point is, AI and business.

Only my actual business should be, as David Wooderson said, “You just gotta keep livin’ man, L-I-V-I-N.” I WILL catch my breath for B and V. Braxton’s Business, Breathing Virgil

1714 Days Without B III, Day 1155 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will