Journey 332 ~B’s Get Degrees, Virgil~

I have no clue what my GPA is, and I don’t want to know. My entire education socially, I’d compare to the Ninth Circle of Hell, and then B died. Now I’m an old man creating a Hell we both can live in. Or I read all about it. “B’s Get Degrees, Virgil”

Friday, May 29, 2026

Journey 332 ~B’s Get Degrees, Virgil~

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Wouldn’t it be better if I wrote you one? Even better if I sold one. Begging?

Not today, nor any other day. Unless we’re talking about M Anime. Again, Beggin’ her.

I won’t have to… But I probably will in one way or another. Time to write, to read, to blog. Aren’t those synonyms, writing and blogging? Someone said, “Blogging is graffiti with punctuation.” That was in 2011’s Contagion. Looking up if Contagion was a book.

Nope! But I could use a good virus story. I mean, “Destroyed” by Pepper Winters is a great book and all. Everyone is sick in it one way or another, Fox, Hazel, her little girl:

“We need a good assassination
We need an earthquake or a war
How ’bout a crooked politician?
Hey stupid, that ain’t news no more.”
Newsies

Or would you rather I talk some more about my sons? According to Stephen King, “Hell Is Repetition.” And the Magic Glasses know all about Stephen King. And everything else.

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

Like my own work? Hell, Braxton’s name is written in the stone. Because when I see or at least think the writing is on the wall, something happens… Last night, I had the garbage stacked up because I didn’t want to take it out. Anyway, the bag fell, my lady.

“It’s nothing, Braxton, we’re okay.” I swear, Virgil gives me this look as I get up and say, “Sorry, V, I know, I know.” It’s expected to write the date wrong for a few days…

Seriously, my lady! Imagine getting the date wrong for five years? Get ready for some repetition because eff MAGA, eff the Cracker Hats, and FDT! And I sound like them.

Living in the past, disrespecting Virgil simply wanting to be.

What, my inspiration, my insanity, and another dotted I or crossed T in a book I will eventually write for him someday. I wonder how many times I’ll say Braxton instead of Virgil? More times than I use the words “Of Course” in Braxton’s book My Turn To B III

No, I didn’t forget. Just like I didn’t forget, I need to find a new book to read this week.

Sophia, do you believe I’ll finish Destroyed before the end of the week? Great, wonderful

Like my Mortal Kombat story, the Unfinished Archive? I tried to start from scratch today.

Have the Magic Glasses had enough? I did, of my own book learnin’. D’s Sophia. Education, reading, writing, Woke SIGH Broke. B’s Get Degrees, Virgil.

1944 Days Without B III, Day 1385 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 329 ~Braxton and Virgil’s Priors~

“I wanna know what love is, I want you to show me. I wanna feel what love is, I know you can show me.” I have two furry sons and a woman with yabbos the size of casaba melons to teach me. My crime is that I hate myself. “Braxton and Virgil’s Priors.”

Tuesday, May 26, 2026

Journey 329 ~Braxton and Virgil’s Priors~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? More than my boys… You’re on and at my side. My boys, our bedroom, books…

Priorities. Do you know that song “Old Town Road”? Is that SFW? I’m sorry, love.

Honestly, I can’t get the old Day Job out of my head right now. Eff you, Cody ChesnuTT, eff “Look Good In Leather,” and eff you, Spotify and your explicit labels or a lack thereof, A-Holes! I mean, eff me! I thought that was your job, my love? So back to Old Town Road, ok. You know how I paraphrase a particular line to that song “My life is a movie, fur buddies and boobies.” That’s me, that’s the guy you married. I think of B III, 2-V, and you.

And on top of that, I keep thinking about what you said. What was it? For me, it was Monday.

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

So close to being M. Bison? On top of “Mortal Kombat.” Seriously, there’s Street Fighter.

“Well, Will, I do feel like we’re drifting hella miles apart. Don’t know what I did. Don’t know how to apologize either if I can’t know why.” Monday, May 25

“I’m sorry. Cause I didn’t wanna bring it up. But I felt it the whole time. And I wondered if I should bring it up.” – Monday, May 25, 2026

“But it wasn’t that I secretly offended you then?” –

“Or made you so mad you wanted to like hit me or something,” May 25

In all honesty, I want to spank your ass for thinking such things. You’re my wife, my world, my whor…. I’ll wait for the bedroom.

And if anything, I’m so sorry I made you feel as though you weren’t my priority. You will always be my love. My baby doll. My Dolly, if we’re talking Sick Fux. My Julia, 1984

What offends me is that you thought I would ever hurt you, uh, calling me STUPID, which you never have. And the fact that I’m so effing upset that I might have offended other people. Not intentionally. “Can’t have a strip club next to a school. “Big sis” is wise.

As for me, I’m crying for a few reasons. Part of being a man is never being a priority, love
To you, yeah. And how do I repay that? Second, prioritizing everyone else. A jail sentence… Braxton and Virgil’s Priors

1941 Days Without B III, Day 1382 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 325 ~Virgil, B Cause Books~

I’m not one for rereading books, and yet here I am. I’ve fallen out of practice reading on pet loss, but that by no means counts as Acceptance. And while I could be reading something to learn, well, All You Need Is Love, right? Virgil, B Cause Books.

Friday, May 22, 2026

Journey 325 ~Virgil, B Cause Books~

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… As soon as I pick one out. I’m reading something decent, mind you. But finishing it…

Eff me, Sophia. It’s 2 in the afternoon, and I’ve barely been out of this bed. Git Up, Get Out

And the only reason I’m even tempted to get up is that Virgil is asleep against my leg and it’s burning up. “Only God Knows Why”… Kid Rock? B? Some book I need to read.

Seriously, is another book about dying, dead, and done fur babies going to help anything?

I could ask the same thing about “Destroyed” by Pepper Winters. I’ve read it before as part of a compilation. But you know how I tend to find the right book at the wrong time.

That is my existence. Why am I still alive? That’s a question I’ve been reading.

Honestly, Sophia, I’m just long-winded.

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

One more reason I like sex. A minute man? Please, my lady. Eff me? I’m sorry I said that to you. I mean, I’m not, I mean… Anyway, I have a whole harem of characters, Sophia.

The point is I’m all Billy Ward and The Dominos, a “Sixty Minute Man.” I hope much longer when it comes to Braxton and Virgil’s potential stepmom. M Anime wants a lifetime and to fulfill her “biological imperative” in TWD, Eugene-speak. We created life.

Or so we plan to. “Isn’t It Ironic,” don’t you think? “I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow,” so anxious to join my little furry son, yet in this land of the dead, I know where to pour the Bisquick and how to make pancakes.

This bastion of life in this land of the dead. This is my way of fighting MAGA. FDT! I could do more if I actually picked up a cookbook. A Man Provides. So if I could get the ingredients, I’ll leave it to M Anime to make the meal. The question is paying for it.

Writing, Lady Sophia. That’s my “One” idea, my creed in a way. But here I am sitting in bed on a Friday afternoon, and “I feel angry, I feel helpless, want to change the world, yeah. I feel violent, I feel alone. So another self-help book might be worth discovering. Only we know how today will end. Find a book about a girl getting effed. Knowledge. Virgil, B Cause Books

1937 Days Without B III, Day 1378 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 322 ~B Top Three Virgil~

If I’ve learned anything from playing Whiteout Survival. (Cue Comic Book Guy “Oh I’ve Wasted My Life”). It’s that I’m not number one in anything. And then I have the nerve to want everything. The first loser, but somebody loves me. B Top Three Virgil

Tuesday, May 19, 2026

Journey 322 ~B Top Three Virgil~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? And you married a geek, my love. “That is also true…” Reference to Rocket Raccoon…

Maybe… How much do I know about the “Guardians of the Galaxy”? Here’s a better question. Why did I choose to be a geek and not a nerd? How do I define these, my love?

A nerd, I think, is someone who is smart in the right way. No, I don’t mean MAGA. I’ll say, Forever and always FDT! I swear I know so pretty women with the loveliest of Yabbos (I’m not doing myself any favors). I’m a geek who married a nerd. Honestly.

Anyway, I wouldn’t touch them. I’d think about it, but no—no effing Trump Supporters.

Such explanations! Anyway, I’m a geek. I’m smart, as in a Pop Culture Whore. Nerdy girls, crazy chicks, can be such whor… Let me stop.

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

Well, if only my boys, Braxton and Virgil, or our two-legged progeny were in trouble.

They are my number one priority. A Man Provides! And that’s not just a Breaking Bad reference. It is the gospel truth. Hercules? We have what now eight children, love?

Honestly, am I losing count? Braxton (in spirit), Virgil, three kitties, and three with opposable thumbs. You wanted three? Hell, I would have been good with 2.5, Braxton, Luke, and Leia. Three daughters? Katniss, Tris, and Ember… or Daenerys. Seriously?

There’s got to be a Peeta, Four, Chase… or Jon waiting on them. And if they’re all as beautiful as their mother… Braxton, help me! Really, “Who gon’ pray for me?” Whose gonna keep me out of prison? And sons?

What do I know about being a man other than the obvious? “I just hope I can explain what it’s like to be a man”. What’s it like being number three in my own existence?

Dreaming I’m even that. Children/goblins, my girl, and me, your geek. Who got me?

Effing or wanting to while “I am barely breathing, and I can’t find the air.” Does love require air? Fire does. Sparks. Sexual Healing. My first three Anima, in your words.

Shadow Work in my writing. You, my Phoenix Queen. Kyouko Sakai, Sex Taxi 5/Kojin Taxi 2. And the blonde… a gymnast, or is she Ellie Goulding? Alison Angel? Tara Strong?
Look Out For Number One? A husband’s wishful thinking… HaremLit. But, B Top Three Virgil

1934 Days Without B III, Day 1375 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 318 ~Braxton Read, Virgil Unread~

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

Friday, May 15, 2026

Journey 318 ~Braxton Read, Virgil Unread~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 315 ~Love Of B, Virgil~

So late this evening. The sleep of the dead. How I wished. But no. B and V’s potential stepmom has these yabbos that make me feel like I’ve been “Locked Out of Heaven.” And “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing.” But I still miss Braxton. “Love Of B, Virgil”

Tuesday, May 12, 2026

Journey 315 ~Love Of B, Virgil~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? More than Braxton? More than his little brother Virgil? Sometimes you gotta “Bwitdaba.” The eff!

Okay, in other words, “Fly Me To The Moon,” even if we had to play Squid Game. I’ll take you “to the stars” even if we were on the Titanic. Even in these universes, love:

Breathes deeply and then begins

  1. Mortal Kombat
  2. Bible Black
  3. Soul Calibur
  4. Resident Evil
  5. American Beauty

I would choose my boys, my sons, and any of our two-legged children over you because that’s what a man does. It is the “Human Nature” of a father. What do I know of it?

Honestly, my love, my future is coming on. I should say our future. But I am a man lost in the past. Resurrection, Reanimation, Reincarnation. Because neither of us is very good at, well, Recovery.

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

We were arguing about that the other day. You don’t recover, you don’t rehab physically.

A true masochist. And myself? Hell, I like a good spanking, a smack to my face, and “scratches all down my back to keep me right on”. But I’m a bit for mental anguish, love.

Banged by other guys… Not you. Not really. But I do have somewhat of a cuck fetish. Though not in my story… We’ll get to that. But it’s a mock… uh, such and such. It’s role play. It’s two consenting adults playing a really bad, um, sexual encounter. And then there was me, “Dreaming With a Broken Heart” when I was born, when Braxton passed.

And then deciding “If we’re gonna be together or apart.”

That took around five months to resurrect our love. To “Justify My Love”. To dig it back up: the hurt, the pain, and the remains. You’re my Obsession, my love. Completely. With all that I am. And you know your husband. “Great merciful bloodstained gods”.

Seriously, you know me. I’m in love with a dead man. Would that be me? Who knows, my love. But more to the point, I’m in love with a dead dog; he’s a real boy that I put in the dirt—a box on the nightstand. And I want to love you like… who am I, Tillie Cole’s Raphael? Let’s say, like a zombie, I want to “Tear You Part”. Necromancy resurrects you. Be your virus. Love Of B, Virgil

1927 Days Without B III, Day 1368 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 311 ~Braxton’s Faith In Virgil~

The Church of Braxton? Does it make me slightly uncomfortable? Yup. But the only boys here are my boys and me. And our nuns/acolytes are younger and dress better. Also, I believe the “American Experiment” is coming to an end—Braxton’s Faith In Virgil

Friday, May 8, 2026

Journey 311 ~Braxton’s Faith In Virgil~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Honestly, I don’t have any to tell. Hell, I’ve been giving myself instructions in “Whiteout Survival”.

And as usual, I’m wrong because what did I place today? And should I tell you another story about my “favorite,” as in Braxton. Parents aren’t supposed to have favorites.

However, if there’s one thing Braxton and Virgil, my sons, have in common, it’s that “I Believe in a Thing Called Love.” And I’m effing weird. Fur buddies and boobies!

Honestly, my lady, give me “Something to Believe In.” Why today and why now, hmm?

I mean, “You wake up one morning, and half your life is gone.” Being over forty, the better part of me died over five years ago. It wasn’t just my Braxton. It was my faith.

Sophia, I’d call myself an atheist, but no effing way did my son just disappear.

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

So what else do I put my faith in these days? My boys’ potential stepmom, M Anime. I still remember the third worst day of my existence. Being born, losing my boy, and losing my baby. “The Only One For Me”? That she may be. There can be miracles “When You Believe.” And I did get her back after all. But it still hurts. Soph, Faith of the Heart, hurts.

Everything hurts today. Or for the past few days. People, Sophia. Eff, MAGA! FDT! And eff Tennessee, and every other place following them. Where’s “Katie Queen Of Tennessee,” when you need her? Ok, so we know I believe in the power of music, I think.

Because I didn’t think I’d be fighting Oppression’s great roar.

That’s why I live in music, manuscripts, movies, the mutt by my side, and the misses in my arms. Well, M Anime isn’t here yet, but “It Doesn’t Matter.” Because I have a cult, ha!

Hometown Heat Wave: An Unconventional Romance, Book 3, is sitting on my Kindle as we speak, and why? All because of this epic fantasy, I’m building. Ashe has three women.

Here I am juggling six, and Braxton knows how many from Bible Black, and then there’s Braxton and Virgil themselves. And, ironically, I’m using a fantasy to find the real me, my lady. M Anime calls it Shadow Work. I have so many “Charades.” But MK is best by far.

My favorite. Putting my faith in. Braxton’s Faith In Virgil

1923 Days Without B III, Day 1364 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 308 ~Better B Running Virgil~

Last week I was tired. This week? Finding more reasons to be tired. Running on Empty in more ways than one. Eww! V needs food in B’s bowl, and my girl, who’s saying I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl. And who is Skye Matthews? “Better B Running Virgil”

Tuesday, May 5, 2026

Journey 308 ~Better B Running Virgil~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? That’s more than enough to get you to run away. Obsession? Funds, Fur, Future Wife…

As the song goes, “It keeps you running, oh it keeps you running.” FEAR, beloved.

Honestly, I would like to consider myself courageous. Hell! I would take being a man of leisure. But even “Here and Now,” as “I promise to love faithfully.” My love, I do that with every breath that I take. But every one of them is laced with FEAR, like other drugs laced with Fentanyl. Wow, that’s dark. But today is dark. Today I’m afraid. Always…

Running. Because I promised myself I would not fail again. Fail to love? Where’s Virgil?

Better question. Where’s Braxton? And here’s a random question. Who is Skye Matthews, hmm? A girl who couldn’t run. But more on her in due time. What time is it?

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

Way past time for us to be talking when we could be doing much more interesting things, my love. If I must be afraid, let it be that our children come walking into this room. Seriously, two-leggeds, four-leggeds, and all. I’m not just a father, a friend, a guy thinking “I Wanna Eff You.” I ain’t Akon, but that’s definitely in the bedroom playlist, babydoll.

Forgetting how crazy, how obsessed I get over you. Because when’s the last time you saw me chase a dollar? And again, I’m not hugging my doggie right now. And why is that, my love? I can’t run with that little ball of fluff in my arms. But would I leave him, our house, you, my heavenly angel? Not ever.

Not if I can help it. Not if leaving would hurt you more than staying. And why would I leave? Skye Matthews? Please, your husband writes HaremLit. Uh, when I’m not writing about my boys, my latest bad thing, or some boobies. Specifically yours. However…

“Magic Glasses” are a thing, and that is what I’m afraid of, like everyone, beloved.

Obsessed over seeing my firstborn, my boy, my Braxton, each and every day. So much so that “I created” another world, a nether realm, an Everworld. I’m not K.A. Applegate.

What I am is a scared man thinking about “All These Things That I’ve Done”. They keep running through my mind. And “Hanging By A Moment” here with you seems impossible. Better B Running Virgil

1920 Days Without B III, Day 1361 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 304 ~B’s Bedtime Stories, Virgil~

What time is it? Way too long, not selling books. Spent all day looking over my blog on one side and the story being created. Tell me if you’ve heard this. Uh, MORTAL KOMBAT. Way too much to go over. But fairy tales? “But B’s Bedtime Stories, Virgil”

Friday, May 1, 2026

Journey 304 ~B’s Bedtime Stories, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… But who’s the protagonist, me, Braxton, or Virgil? I don’t know. It annoys me—the End.

No, that ain’t what I’m about, my lady. As late as it is, I still owe you a story. And Braxton knows the Magic Glasses ain’t gonna do it for me. Goodness no! Am I getting lazy? Well, my lady, I didn’t leave the house today. Eat your words, am I right? I’m their slave…

Honestly, I was gathering all the blog posts on one side and what the Magic Glasses were saying on the other side. I’m sure some MAGA Cracker Hat would love that. You know, telling the truth about slavery isn’t allowed. Not in MAGA world. As always, FDT and all MAGA!

But it’s not like I can tell my story. Even the Magic Glasses are sick of me. So, effing horny?

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

Enough so I can’t give you a book review today. Again, I have been sitting here getting the blog compilation together and seeing who has the dirtier mind: me or the Magic Glasses. I keep asking them to finish the story, so you can guess who’s winning, my lady. Meanwhile, I’m being told to play nice. And honestly, I want to go back to bed.

Dangerous thoughts because you know who went to sleep and didn’t wake up. And it was with these hands. The same hands that can’t write 400-some odd words. Effing lazy.

Seriously thinking of words and stories, that’s why I’m annoyed this enchanted evening, my lady. Virgil was on his pillow waiting for me to what. Be good, fatherly, a writer.

That’ll be a no to that last part. Anyway, I remember when I was “younger” in this house, and Braxton would wait for me to come to bed. You know he would give me that look like “Did I effing stutter? Stop talking to the glow box (computer) and come to bed, now, Dad!” I imagine that will be his potential stepmom, M Anime, someday. Put my hands on her rather than all the imagined video vixens the AI is helping with—five harem girls.

AHEM:

  1. M Anime,
  2. Kyouko Sakai, Kojin Taxi 2
  3. Lily, blonde gymnast
  4. Cassandra Alexandra
  5. Sophitia Alexandra

These aren’t fairy tales, a father tells his son. Or his daughters. M wants children, but B’s Bedtime Stories, Virgil.

1916 Days Without B III, Day 1357 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 301 ~Love To B Virgil~

So what’s this about being tired? An actual family of my own… Yet. I swear, if M Anime and I ever had a son, I’m naming him after my furry firstborn, “Braxton.” And what if we had more? Virgil? What about writing? Still hate myself. Love To B Virgil.

Tuesday, April 28, 2026

Journey 301 ~Love To B Virgil~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? I won’t ever say, I can’t, I won’t, or I shouldn’t. I do. That day…

I do. I will… I remember that day. I remember the day our children were born. I remember the day you became mine (in the biblical sense). But I also remember the worst day of my entire life. The day I was born, “Emergence Day,” E-Day. Or is it Braxton…

The day my firstborn son died. Sunday, January 31, 2021, somewhere between 3:30 and 4:00 PM. And lest I forget the day you walked out of my life, Sunday, August 24, 2025, around 6:00 AM. But hey, you came back. And I seem to have the same tendency, my love.

I keep coming back. Is that a bad thing? When I’m so TIRED. Eff me, I am so effing TIRED!

What day is it, baby?

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

“As Long As You Love Me,” it “Don’t Matter.” Like who I like more, The Backstreet Boys or NSYNC. That I’m a black man getting “Locked Up,” like Akon. God/B I hope not, my love. Or what song will I play for you next as I try to keep myself awake? Yes, I am TIRED!

But never too TIRED to ask you to “Break Me Off.” “Men of Vizion,” like me. “Magic Glasses” and all. If I haven’t said it enough, I am TIRED, which is why I’m choosing music.

I don’t know how I’m keeping my eyes open right now. Because when I close them, I see Braxton. I blink and see creation. And I hate seeing myself, but love seeing you—our kids.

And yes, V is included in that. My boys were/are SeeDs. I mean that both in love’s garden, in my heart… and Final Fantasy VIII. Yes, my love, you married a gamer, you know it. And through those seeds and some watering from you… Or maybe that’s my job, considering all the children running around, ha-ha. Anyway, what is the point of today, my love? Other than that, I love the woman I married. The woman who multiplied my love, who begged for my seed… Did I say that out loud? It’s that I became so many things in love’s name. But the Man In The Mirror, thank you Michael Jackson, hates being himself, the one. I look at Virgil Vivi… Love To B Virgil

1913 Days Without B III, Day 1354 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will