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Meditation 249 ~We’ll B Reviewed Virgil~

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A man once reviewed forty years of life with a spool of wire. Hearing his wife, I knew mistakes were made. I don’t have a wife, but I’ll complain about Taco Bell and MyEyeDr. I wrote reviews. A book about my son. And notes. “We’ll B Reviewed Virgil.”

Friday, March 7, 2025

Meditation 249 ~We’ll B Reviewed Virgil~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Or rather write a review. Review this excuse: I was too busy being a “Karen” yesterday.

But was I? The loss of my son, Braxton, is a loss for the world. Usually, if I didn’t like something I was eating well… Braxton would get it as a treat. Taco Bell ingredients…

Lady Sophia, I’m not interested enough to look them up. But yesterday I was angry.

Sophia, I was mad enough to write a review of the Caliente Cantina Chicken Crispy Taco Meal. But what good will come of it? Why don’t you ask about all my novels? Two about B.

And speaking of two, I also gave a rather scathing review to MyEyeDr. That one is worse because, first, I hate these makeshift glasses. Second, I had to speak poorly of people who looked like me. My Brothers and Sisters…

It’s like we’re all in desperate need of unity. Isn’t it? They say sports are supposed to bring people together, but even wrestling couldn’t hold my attention last night. I woke up just minutes before midnight to the sound of ‘God Bless America’ and a rerun of WrestleMania. The sheer exhaustion of it all, Sophia. Hate is a draining force. I can’t fathom how those in the MAGA camp manage it. The relentless cycle of politics, greed, and racism… it’s enough to make anyone weary.

Sophia, The Banality of Evil

And I’m sure I mentioned before that on my X/Twitter feed where I see the most MAGA that happens to house the degenerates, deviants, and most disgusting people. It’s me…

Hi, I’m the problem, it’s me… But I won’t chalk either one of those songs, “The Banality of Evil” or “Anti-Hero,” to either of my boys B or V. Just like my TV viewing habits…

Again, why am I not reviewing a book or anime today? That’s what I’ve been thinking about if people in real life hadn’t gotten in the way. Being awful Karen-Like.

Well, rather than watching it again. I do mean the anime Film/Episode “Karen” by Shinjukuza. I swear! I’d be quite the scholar if all of life were more ADULT situations. But that’s the thing, Lady Sophia. My entire existence needs a serious review. I wouldn’t recommend it. What about Braxton’s and Virgil’s? I’m reading a new book, Life After Pet Loss. It’s by Lynnlee Hunt. It was talking about loving deeply and how such love hurts sometimes. So, why bother?

Depravity works the same way. Increasing knowledge increases sorrow. So reviewing… We’ll B Reviewed Virgil

1496 Days Without B III, Day 937 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Meditation 248 ~B Excited Someday Virgil~

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Chains and whips excite me… Well, it’s more like chains, ropes, scarves, and a big enough (boulder holder) to hold a wrist. But I’d give it all up to have B on his leash again. Or for my old glasses… Yesterday was exciting… “B Excited Someday Virgil”

Thursday, March 6, 2025

Meditation 248 ~B Excited Someday Virgil~

1495 Days Without B III, Day 936 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? My day is only beginning, and I’m already disappointed. But I’m not crying… Not yet.

Excited? Only when I’m scared. When I’m being scary or amid a sin, but what am I afraid of today? Other than that, I live in a world without my protector. Where are you, Braxton?

I’ve been saying that a lot these days, B; I live in a world, fill in the blank. Because, oh no, the world is a scary place. I’m sure I scared you plenty. But not to death. I don’t think.

Anyway, I do miss your eyes. Hell! I miss my eyes this morning. The last thing I want is to get out of bed and look at myself in the mirror. Especially after what happened yesterday… The day before. As long as I’m blindly giving away $55.00. Effing new glasses!

I would pay anything to have you back, my prince. But God’s Favorite Princess… slightly less. If Cherry ever agreed to show me her Yabbos… But I respect her… Anyway…

Yesterday, Braxton, I was busy trying to be scary. Maybe even a Karen. The excitement all started when I got a message about the new frames for my glasses. My first pair broke, which hurt because they were the last you saw me in. Then I got the brown ones in memory of you… somewhat. Yesterday, MyEyeDr broke those. And so I was in their office, yelling about getting a complimentary frame. I don’t like being angry or an ass. But they pushed me B.

Only everything was not awesome yesterday, and I was excited when it was all over.

Speaking of all over, I’m glad I didn’t… all over my sheets. I know. Eww! But that was more of a financial decision than one of testicular fortitude. I’m all for God’s Favorite Princess @Luxlo, but she isn’t your stepmom. M Anime? I haven’t heard from her in a bit.

And again, if it were Cherry… But I’m not thinking of her. More like I can’t get excited over her as Virgil is now lying at the foot of the bed. Excited, expecting, entertained, ha! All Virgil knows is when I return, or he steps into the room, life is… something. You were excited because your life is/was good with me in it. Maybe V or someone will feel that.

Me? B Excited Someday Virgil.

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

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Meditation 247 ~Braxton, FRIES Away, Virgil~

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Long ago… Correction, many times long ago, I was so desperate to… Let’s say join my son on the Rainbow Bridge, that I starved myself. The Holy call that fasting, LENT… But with an empty belly, who remembers B and feeds V? Braxton, FRIES Away, Virgil.

Wednesday, March 5, 2025

Meditation 247 ~Braxton, FRIES Away, Virgil~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… And not only with that terrible title. Fry vs Fly. My Braxton did both. It’s a bad joke.

But I’m not me when I’m hungry. Will I still be ravenous on this Ash Wednesday? It’s Saturday, March 1, 2025, today. And yeah, I could eat. So why aren’t I? Is it my budget?

That’s one more reason to miss Braxton. When Braxton was comin’ up in the world… You know, on his way to Heaven. But I refused to see it. Or maybe I did… Still, I brought us food every day I came back from the Day Job. My boy was always hungry, and he loved fries. Yes, Inspector Echo, I was feeding him his dog food. B only stopped eating twice.

“Cause (Braxton) gettin’ on in the world, comin’ up on (fifteen) years

(Fifteen) Stoney Gray steps towards the grave
You know the box awaits its grisly load
Now, (B’s) gonna be food for worms.”
Woke Up This Morning Alabama 3

Now I could talk to you about his Renal/Kidney failure. Inspector, here I go, crying.

Losing Subway’s Buffalo Chicken sandwich…

Though that’s another thing that has me heated, as I told Lady Lunalesca. I have been looking up food all day. And why? Inspector, I like living… That ain’t true.

Existence sucks! And I would join Braxton on the Rainbow Bridge any day. But Hell! With all these things that I’ve done, that’s precisely where I’m going. Straight to Hell. Only as The Killers ask in the song “All These That I’ve Done.” The question:

“When there’s nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son, one more son

If you can hold on
If you can hold on
Hold on”
The Killers

That son is Virgil Vivi Bradford. If I’m gone, who will take care of him? Who would share with him? Before I rescued Virgil, there was a period when I ate onion rings because fur buddies can’t have onions. Chocolate? They can’t have that. And waffles? I called Braxton, Pancake.

All this talk of food, Inspector Echo. I’m hungry. Today, there’s a constant craving. Not only for food, because here we are talking. I need to let the words out because, as a phenomenal rapper once said about his many rhymes, ‘What you wrote are not just lyrics? They’re words. Those words, those words, those words, they have power. They have more power than you ever imagined.’ If only I could get them out. Scream!

But that takes strength. More than mourning my son, B III. Moaning after some girls, making my hand sticky. Waking up to barely make money. Or making Virgil go outside. It takes good memories of feasting on McDonald’s with Braxton. Maybe before “Elimination Chamber,” I’ll EAT. Braxton, FRIES Away, Virgil

1494 Days Without B III, Day 935 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Meditation 246 ~Braxton’s Trust In V…~

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In God We Trust. No! But money talks to “God’s Favorite Princess”. Would I talk to her if I had a wife and kids? I got Braxton and Virgil, who have $66.50 each. Me? $39.00 for covered Yabbos. How did B live with my finances? Braxton’s Trust In V

Tuesday, March 4, 2025

Meditation 246 ~Braxton’s Trust In V…~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? And I’ll love you even more in 5, 4, 3, 2… Time to love. Price?

Love can’t tell time. Love comes with no price tag. One day, it’s standing on my bed covered in syrupy goodness, showing me that the additional sausages aren’t real meat…

One of my best memories of Braxton. “Shoulda took a picture, Something I could keep. Buy a little frame, something cheap.” And no, I’m not crying as I remember, love.

Honestly, you wouldn’t mind. If it wasn’t for the love of my firstborn son… My trust in him. Honestly, it’s only something in my eye. I’ve told you the reasons I call Braxton pancake. One of them was after B ate my waffles. So I put my pancakes up high so Braxton couldn’t reach them. My mom said, “You sure love pancakes.” Then there’s you.

When I say, “I love you like pancakes.” Trust me, my love that is LOVE. Because I didn’t think I could love anything or anyone like I loved my son. You, our children, and Virgil.

Don’t I count Virgil Vivi as my son? I would share my pancakes with him if I wasn’t spending money like it’s going out of style. And what is that line from The Walking Dead?

Something to the tune of, When I was pouring the Bisquick, I was trying to make pancakes, ha-ha. And we made some good pancakes, or can I just call them the kids, like Braxton and Virgil. Only our two-legged children have trust funds. Daddy’s spending…

No matter how much money we have, I want more.

Because while “Lovin’ is what I got.” Loving you, our kids… yes, Virgil too. Braxton… Always and forever, I will remember you, I tell him with every beat of my heart. I swear, my love, even when I can’t get the words out. Quiet love is quite a love. Because…

Somehow, someday, the Man in the Mirror might think that a tiny bit of This Love, This Year’s Love, applies to him. That’s why I go back and forth between how loud… And how quiet love can be. And then it’s those in-between times… When Virgil Vivi is sound asleep.

When I need to watch God’s Favorite Princess @luxlo. Or when I finally breathe, dearest. To be here now… in love. Braxton’s Trust In V…

1493 Days Without B III, Day 934 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Meditation 244 ~Mice, Men, Braxton, Virgil~

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Something went awry forty years ago when my Ma made her biggest life mistake. Quite awry four years ago when I watched my firstborn die. And this morning’s plans. Reading about harems, posting sexy cosplay, my writing… Mice, Men, Braxton, Virgil

Sunday, March 2, 2025

Meditation 244 ~Mice, Men, Braxton, Virgil~

To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… Do you have a plan? STAY ALIVE! For Braxton, for Virgil. And there are dragons to slay.

Or rather, “Never feel sorry for raising dragon slayers in a time when there are actual dragons.” That sounds like something you might tell two-legged daughters. But instead, you have four-legged sons. Well, B flies amongst the clouds. And V is still finding his paws.

How did we get here? Had I known how to save a life, things would be different, better, or anything other than this, but let’s talk about the worst plan I ever made. And yours.

The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.”
Robert Burns, To a Mouse

Four years ago, Braxton became ill. And after a difficult week at the Day Job, on Friday, January 29, 2021, I took Braxton to the doctor and got the news. On that Sunday, B died.

What did I do? Nothing! Compared to Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Satan’s Sorority Girls 9 ―
    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 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

This was my plan for the week and your plan for next week, DUH. So if I might give you some advice… First, you know the definition of insanity. It’s doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results, so THEY say. So what will you do?

There’s a method to the madness… For example, if you had twelve disciples… He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus. You would have six women and five men, and Braxton would make twelve. But there are seven days, and you tend to run things more like a harem. Four women: Dear Future Wife, Inspector Echo, the Ladies Sophia, and Lunalesca.

There’s Braxton’s speaking. You speak, then talk to yourself. Too busy for Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Bikini Sunset: An Unconventional Romance
  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

Don’t you wish? While you have no plans in the Bible, it says, “Your old men will dream dreams.” Well, you’re older than me now by about nine hours. So what was your dream, hmm? Or should I still say my dream since it happened last night? Talk about violence:

Anyway, last night I was in Squid Game, and the game had me jumping from planet to planet and floating to What a Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong. I imagine I lost the game because next, I’m in the Day Job breakroom being shot by The Frontman in the back. But I survived because I was wearing a bulletproof vest. Still, I was put in one of the crematoria ovens, but I wasn’t burned. Instead, I was dropped into a dark room where a firefight was being waged. A possible escape attempt was going on? I’m still in the green uniform. Then I’m given a gun, and I start fighting. There’s a building across from us, and I spot a sniper because of a green sight on the weapon. I dodge, but five more appear on my body, and I have no idea how to avoid them. And that’s where the dream ended. Oh my!

Don’t let your only plan be to do nothing. Like dinner? $200 refund? And there’s Virgil. Mice, Men, Braxton, Virgil.

1491 Days Without B III, Day 932 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Meditation 243 ~I WARMED Braxton, Virgil~

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How hot is this computer with the writing I’ve been doing? There’s women… Anime and REAL… And I worry with every push of a button or beep. But when did I get the Wi-Fi fixed? And how much money am I burning? Living sucks… “I WARMED Braxton, Virgil”

Saturday, March 1, 2025

Meditation 243 ~I WARMED Braxton, Virgil~

Hey Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now—or I promised my Braxton I would be someday—1490 Days ago. But my money’s looking…

Let’s say the money is burning a hole through my pocket. But that’s not what has me heated today. I’ve been hot since Thursday. And it’s not at me this time, for my B III.

It is my greatest sin what happened to him. But give me one bad person, and that’s four days of my life ruined until I confront them… If I choose to do dear Lady Lunalesca.

My Braxton was a force of nature, like a dinosaur… And my problems were like those big asteroids. Ha-Ha. I still remember back in 2021, the very week he left me, I was in a rage from the Day Job. Lady Lunalesca, all I could do was wrap Braxton up, hold him close, and sleep. I’ll spare Virgil. But you?

You get to hear about one of my managers. So, I was leaving the Day Job on Thursday, February 27, 2025, and saw her standing there. I did two training videos due the next day, with a third that wasn’t urgent, to which another manager agreed to let me skip. But even then, the Day Job found a way to frustrate me. No shocker, huh?

When the manager I saw asked about the videos, I told her what I had done. And even when I told her the dates of the videos I’d completed, she was downright rude. Lunalesca… sigh.

I’ll be thinking about her nasty attitude and orders for the rest of the weekend. Well, that’s a lie, isn’t it? I don’t have Braxton to cuddle with, and Virgil and I are still. Whatever.

Lunalesca, the things I do…

Didn’t I say I wasn’t mad at myself? But the Day Job has a way of making me feel guilty. What better way is there to cool off Than watching a model strike a pose to Young Mooski’s Purge Siren [Instrumental]. It’s how the model moves her long brunette locks.

Anyway, add pictures of Cherry’s yabbos… almost. And a pretty Irish lass and then, uh…

Such a pretty mess, and I’m cleaning the bedsheets. This morning isn’t helping because such and such a person sent a photo of Sakura Miyajima, meaning I sent her videos.

So, between sin, anger, and girls, what else warms me up? Friends I need to talk to. And what food can I get within my budget? I WARMED Braxton, Virgil.

1490 Days Without B III, Day 931 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Meditation 242 ~Not The B’s Virgil~

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How many times have I said that fatherhood is the epitome of manhood? But if one of my women… Did I say that? If someone were having my baby, I would freak out. And with what happened to my firstborn son. And now “Virgil’s Voice”. Not The B’s Virgil.

Friday, February 28, 2025

Meditation 242 ~Not The B’s Virgil~

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Or rather, write you a review. But do you see what time it is? The End.

As I’ll never forget, the end of the world was Sunday, January 31, 2021, at 4 PM. I stood in a veterinarian’s office and watched as my firstborn son, Braxton, made his way to the Rainbow Bridge. I thought the tears that were flowing were from a lack of sleep…

Last night wasn’t the best. And energy shots, along with audiobooks, are very expensive. And I had no choice but to listen to everyday people and read about losing money. Once again, Sophia, I turn to my sons. But even AI hasn’t been too friendly. And why did I turn to it in the first place? Because people suck. Well, the majority, anyway, my lady.

But anyway, I had AI analyze my writing about Virgil:

Virgil’s Voice:
If Virgil could speak, he might say: “I don’t know what’s chasing you, but I feel it too. You’re loud and quiet all at once, and I don’t know where to stand. I want to trust you, but I need you to see me—not him, not the dark thing you carry. I’m scared, but I’m staying. Help me stop shaking.” Courtesy of AI

Now… does that sound like the type of Dad anyone wants to have or what V deserves, my lady? I had the misfortune to watch my son fall. And now, B watches me from wherever.

Instead of being a good Dad, I choose to read about men who are or will be. For example, Satan’s Sorority Girls 9. SPOILER… Robyn’s pregnant. Grayson is somebody’s daddy!

Then this morning, I was reading Bikini Sunset. Ethan already has three baby girls: Olivia, Lexie, and Meredith. And SPOILER: if Meredith gets pregnant… What will his actual daughter, Maddie, think? Ethan might entertain a fourth by adding Colleen’s twenty-year-old daughter, Ariella, to his harem.

A man provides. And the more I read about Grayson, who has nothing but love. Ethan has that plus millions…

I swear! If I were Grayson, I would be scared to death. And even Ethan must be overwhelmed with potentially having four women and besides being Papa Bear… He could be a fifty-year-old with a brand-new baby. I’m forty and nowhere near close to this.

However, being my age, the eye doctor said there had been no change in my eyes. Great! However, I had to read the bill, which brought me back to how the world will end someday.

I’ve always read that if something happened to the bees, mankind would be done for.

“NOT THE BEES! NOT THE BEES!”
The Wicker Man

The B’s that have ended mine: My birth, Braxton’s death, bringing Virgil home without thinking. A plethora of boo… Yabbos. Books I haven’t reviewed or written… Not The B’s Virgil.

1489 Days Without B III, Day 930 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Meditation 241 ~Virgil’s Scared To B…~

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Last week, I told my son about being Safe and Sound. This week, I’m scared more now than ever. What about his little brother? He’s scared of his shadow… And of me… What have I done? Nothing. When there’s so much that scares you. Virgil’s Scared To B.

Thursday, February 27, 2025

Meditation 241 ~Virgil’s Scared To B…~

1488 Days Without B III, Day 929 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? I didn’t get paid today, so I’m scared. But I’m alive, mathematically inclined, and more.

I am and will always be your father. But if I can only remember how, as I was telling the Man In The Mirror today, Sunday, February 23, 2025, after the 15th, things were meant to be getting better. For who, me? To think I was so scared for myself like I knew terror B.

I didn’t know FEAR until the veterinarian told me you were dying and there was nothing that could be done. And for two days… maybe… Friday afternoon, Saturday to Sunday.

“Stuff is getting better; stuff is getting better every day.”

That’s right out of the 1997 film The Postman. There was so much to be afraid of. I was scared of losing you. That God wasn’t listening. There could be a miracle I couldn’t afford.

And now I’m crying again…

It beats hiding in the bathroom or beating… something… Eww! Braxton, I watched you play with your toys all the time. And I asked you not to do that in front of your Aunt. Ha!

Sometimes I’m afraid I’ll lose the good memories of you. Or only the darkest echo.

B III, I need those memories more than ever. Anticipatory Grief, they call it. Right?

More like Anticipatory Screams waiting for the next horrible thing to happen to me, B.

Today, who knows? Sitting here at the Dining Room table, a part of the fence outside could fall. I read about Joy Reid getting effed by MSNBC. I’m contemplating something that happened in October 2024. Thanks, Norton, for making me remember what FEAR tastes like!

And what about Virgil? If B is for bravery, then V is for very scared. I swear I’ve never seen such a scared fur buddy. When you looked at me, I was the hero of the horror movie, and you trusted me to save you. I’m crying a lot today, Braxton. Seriously, I’ll quit it.

But with Virgil, at best, I’m a corpse, the walking dead, a ghost. Depression is a sickness, Braxton. But FEAR is worse. And in saying that, Virgil could see me as a villain. Why not?

What do I fear the most? There was losing you? Everyone, seeing the monster I am. And then there’s ignorance. To know I should be afraid, but what? Living, dying? Myself? Virgil’s Scared To B…

“I’d rather be afraid!” ― Casey from The Faculty (1998)

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

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Meditation 240 ~Willing The BS Virgil~

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I need Special Education by Goodie Mob standards if this day is a thriller. Hell! I’ve been all about the music as long as I have the Wi-Fi and the router I installed… A week before this conversation. FEAR is such BS. Willing The BS Virgil.

Wednesday, February 26, 2025

Meditation 240 ~Willing The BS Virgil~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… Again? Let me start by ripping off Eminem. Guess who’s back, back again. Willie’s back, tell a friend.

What, that I’m scared out of my Effing mind! And I told you this morning that while I was terrified of losing Braxton, I’m still breathing. And I ain’t scared of no sheets, Mr. President. And I ain’t afraid of the Schutzstaffel (the SS), Mr. Musk. But I’m so scared.

Inspector, the question is, what am I afraid of? As it has become customary, I ask questions when I know the answers. I’m afraid to sleep. And how do I conquer said fear? The answer…

Inspector, I sleep. But not today. I’m waiting for and willing this existence’s BS move.

Yes, Inspector, I’m waiting for it to break down again. And my “Shakedown” and trembling with fear. I missed my afternoon nap. I love Wi-Fi.

Do I love it more than my son B? It makes me sick to my stomach, my dear Lady Echo. Inspector, take all of my electronic devices and secrets, and you could have it all. My empire of dirt. All I want is my LIFE with my son back. Aren’t I musical today, Inspector Echo?

Yes, I enjoyed my devices while living in the bathroom, either on my knees or behind. Eww! I know, Inspector. When I get scared, I get sick, except if we’re talking about the Day Job.

Then I get even more scared, and suddenly I feel better because I don’t want to lose it, Inspector. How’s that for getting “Down With The Sickness? If anything, I need to take sick days.

Why? Because I didn’t work last week, I won’t get a paycheck. I’m willing to deal with the Day Job’s BS because I will need to deal with the world’s BS one day. But that day never comes. Too frightened! I’m worrying about internet security on Wednesday, February 19, 2025.

While I was busy with that this morning, why exactly was that? Natsumi Obata and her big juicy Yabbos from Saimin Seishidou. I like to show her off. Inspector Echo…?

Beautiful women, am I right? Even animated ones. But adult relations… You know that other S-word makes me feel better. So, sleep, sickness, and spicy material scare me, dave me, and are sinful. Sloth, right? Thriller of a day. I’m Special Willing The BS Virgil.

1487 Days Without B III, Day 928 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Meditation 239 ~Lawn Night B, V~

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So one day, I’ll say the Neighbors Know My Name, and my wife will issue an apology. Ha-Ha! Or V will be having too much fun outside. Or my kids will come running before the street lights come on. Or I’ll become handier fixing things. Lawn Night B, V.

Tuesday, February 25, 2025

Meditation 239 ~Lawn Night B, V~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? Always and forever. But no, I’m not that old yet; confusing lawn and long, love.

It’s just my kids are out there. Our kids? But I will always love my lost little Braxton. And Virgil’s here… Nothing will spirit him away in the night. Am I old enough to tell kids to get off my lawn yet? With our billions, I intend to have security. I promised Braxton a yard so big a long time ago, my dear baby doll.

Virgil will someday guard it. If he’s anything like my firstborn son. He’ll be by my side as our two-legged progeny head out on first dates, to proms, and graduations. They will always have a home to return to everywhere they go. Sometimes, I forget about words like home. It means I want to be a better man, my love. After B and V… ha

I may not be the funniest or the handiest, but I am here for you in every way I can be my sweet baby doll.

This is why I’m standing out in the yard at 10 PM waiting for the repair guy, and I’m mad as Hell. I can think of other ways to spend our nights… If you catch my drift. Don’t worry; I’m getting to that. But allow me to be scared for the moment. I was afraid all of last week, and this one isn’t looking any better. It’s like going out drinking, clubbing, or some other nonsense. And I’ve had some bad nights, my love. And I survived. But why? I’m scared because I want to provide the best for us, and sometimes, I’m unsure if I’m doing enough. I try…

To create the Garden of Eden for you? You married me, so there isn’t much an apple can do. And as far as a serpent… I’m writing about mine or reading about Robyn with Grayson’s.

Agatha, Tasha, Julia, Fiona, Chrissy, Willow etc. Grayson has quite the harem in Satan’s Sorority Girls. I was reading #9. And speaking of what I’m reading, there is a book by Tillie Cole called Sick F*X. If I weren’t waiting for someone not worth our cash, I’d love to take you to the song “Dusk Till Dawn.” One of my favorite scenes of Tillie Cole’s…

Exhibitionism? Or relatively the risk of it. We could cuddle together on the beach, love. Right now? I would rather be in bed with you listening to The Quiet Storm now that I’m a grown man and know what that music means. All to wake up with you and listen to apocalyptic oldies. But tonight’s long. Lawn Night B, V

1486 Days Without B III, Day 927 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will