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Journey 266 ~Braxton Bowl, Virgil Cup~

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You can’t pour from an empty cup. Inside the fridge… Empty Wendy’s, Zaxby’s, whatever those cheap Icee’s are at the gas station. And my empty head… Uh, which one? Kojin Taxi 2/Sex Taxi 5’s Kyouko Sakai. But feeding my boys. “Braxton Bowl, Virgil Cup”

Tuesday, March 24, 2026

Journey 266 ~Braxton Bowl, Virgil Cup~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? That means “Ready or Not,” I’ll give you everything and more. After 7? 10:24 AM

To be right on the money. For the Love of Money, as The O’Jays sing. How much does it cost to keep me, well us, in music, movies, and manuscripts, I wonder? I should really give it a think with this financial situation. “A Man Provides” even while Breaking Bad.

As bad as I was, keeping Braxton’s food and water bowls filled for years after his passing away. Euthanasia? Murder? Hell! It was only a year and some change, Sunday, January 31, 2021, Braxton’s gone. Saturday, August 13, 2022, Virgil arrives. But his own bowl…

Honestly, I couldn’t even do that for V, and I had a lot more cash. But an empty cup, love.

Then, what’s with all our two-legged Rugrats running all over?

And I love’em. I love you. Hell! I was walking Virgil this morning, and I swear I saw a brown doggo much bigger than him. My “Mind Playing Tricks On Me.” My eyes, to be specific. But I’m not dumb enough to believe MAGA. Eff the Cracker Hats and FDT. But anyway with Virgil, “so I grabbed him up and run him out of there,” like I was Forrest Gump. And here’s my point. Every day when I think I’m “All Out Love,” there’s more.

My love, I keep scooping, pouring, dishing it out. The AI says that the love I have for my two furry sons just multiplies to you, our two-legged children, to “A Whole New World that I’m existing in. Obsessing over.

You’re my “Obsession.” But it’s like “I Love You Too Much.” And that’s not a bad thing, my love, no, not ever. Hell! I love Braxton forever and always. But it’s like I was saying yesterday about choosing the wrong battlefield. I love you enough to love myself. Or try.

I hate myself. And as much love as I have to give you, my boys, our loves, and even more.

There’s nothing left for me. In pornographic terms… I’ve been thinking about Bible Black: New Testament, or was it Bible Black Only? Whatever! Anyway, it’s like those women draining that guy of his fluids. He has fun, but he’s left a shell. That’s me today. Love, it’s too much, I’m toxic… Braxton Bowl, Virgil Cup

“Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink.”
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

1878 Days Without B III, Day 1319 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 263 ~Sea Braxton And Virgil~

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Drowning is one of my greatest fears, physically speaking. I was drowning in Far Cry 5 once, and I turned the game off. But no time for games now. Sweating from writing, whining, and worthless security. Not as bad as M Anime’s. Sea Braxton And Virgil

Saturday, March 21, 2026

Journey 263 ~Sea Braxton And Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… And somewhere, The Killers sing “He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus.” “When You Were Young”?

I’m not so much anymore. And today I’m feeling like I should have been gone long before forty-one (cue Ben Hur gallery drums). Back when I had a chance of seeing Jesus. I’m not an atheist thanks to Braxton. And someday Virgil… The souls of my sons do not vanish.

But it will take a miracle to see my Braxton again. And it will take another one to understand my Virgil—something like walking on water. Clarence, I’m not Lunalesca.

Honestly, what I wouldn’t give to ask my M Anime, “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?” M Anime is sick of snow, not Snow Patrol. And Chasing Cars, my dear Lunalesca. At this moment, my Lady, I’m “Dead In the Water.”

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

I’m reminded of the many, many nights I planned to do “It.” Not that damn clown, who didn’t help my overall hatred of clowns. And not “Paradise by the Dashboard Light.” I told you or one of the girls about my “first time.” Empty parking lot, street/store light up above, me naked in the backseat with a Lana Tailor, Leana Lovings, and Tegan Mohr lookalike. I should have married her. Or ended it right there because life right now, Lu…

I can’t breathe. But the bigger concern is, I don’t want to keep trying to. Like yesterday, when I was talking to Lady Sophia. The portals from my vision, the blackness, it sucks all the air so I can’t breathe. And Braxton… He fights outside.

Him, Virgil, my Animas… Oh, I have had many a word with M Anime about Shadow Work and Carl Jung. The obsession of my Obsession. Animotion, Animas, Anime, and my M Anime. I could drown in her “Con La Brisa” and everything, my Lady Lunalesca.

But she’s far away, and here I am in the open ocean, the sea, whatever. Salt water from my tears. Sweat from my “work,” my moment of triumph, my frustrations, and most of all my FEAR. Did you see what happened to the AI? And then there was Norton, Lu.

How can I be expected to get a good night’s sleep? Not that I have been. My bed’s not rocking. Yet the blankets won’t drown me. Sea Braxton And Virgil.

1875 Days Without B III, Day 1316 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 260 ~Give Me V, Braxton~

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What time is it? Time to cry about Braxton. Or do I need five more minutes to lament getting up at all? What about that video I sent my girl… Uh, that wasn’t five minutes? And how many women make a harem, 3, 5, 20? My to-do lists. Give Me V, Braxton.

Wednesday, March 18, 2026

Journey 260 ~Give Me V, Braxton~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… I was up at 3:35 AM when I should have been up at 3:30, and now it’s 4:30.

Do you remember, Inspector, those PSAs “It’s 10 PM. Do You Know Where Your Children Are?” Again, it’s 4:30, and Braxton is still in the dirt… Well, a box on the nightstand, the Rainbow Bridge, wherever. Virgil is asleep in “my” bed. And it must be a deep sleep, E.

He must be feeling better, considering he hasn’t run up in here… (Rises to check).

Inspector, Virgil’s still breathing. He’s “Alive!” (Cue Sia voice cracking). And what about my two-leggeds? At the first “Braxton given” opportunity, should M Anime arrive?

Inspector, is there a rush? No question about M Anime and me. I mean more about grieving Braxton. And if how I treat Virgil is any indication. I mean, AI produces better origin stories. Seriously.

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

I should be ashamed, Inspector Echo. What, that I’m still “Alive”? Yeah, like Meat Loaf will make me feel better. The food or the artist? Well, my boys’ potential stepmom did talk about a home-cooked meal while she was showing off her yabbos. If ruining my boys’ lives isn’t sin enough, thinking about other women’s yabbos while saying M Anime’s are perfect (they are) is. I swear Jane Vickers @SeeJaneGoTV, Kristen StephensonPino @CinePals, and Jahara Jayde. And last night, there was Lulu Final Fantasy X, Madam M Final Fantasy VII, and whoever that woman was going to her husband’s funeral in one of the Sex Taxi episodes. She reminded me of Kyouko Sakai. I’d look it up, Inspector, but I don’t have the time anymore.

And that is my sin. I have the nerve to ask for five more minutes from the world, my dear.

And since Braxton and Virgil are my worlds. Dogs don’t have opposable thumbs, idiot, Ha! I ask too much from their little paws. And to keep 2-V’s kicking… A Veterinarian?

And speaking of doctors, it’s been over a week, “The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident,” so how many fresh room breaks have I been taking, boss? Like Morgan Freeman in The Shawshank Redemption. And I still need to see an Optometrist so I can count all those five-minute intervals I’m wasting. With what money? Five-dollar books?

Whiteout Survival, whacking off to M Anime, Asking AI WHAT… Giving five minutes for what now? Give Me V, Braxton

1872 Days Without B III, Day 1313 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 259 ~V Times Love Braxton~

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Well, it’s St. Patrick’s Day, but I haven’t been drinking or even drooling all over Yasmina Khan’s “The Asian Nurse Examination. Was I drunk last week? Love Drunk or LoveStoned for sure. And now me, the wife, and three kids. V Times Love Braxton

Tuesday, March 17, 2026

Journey 259 ~V Times Love Braxton~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? But I still hate Math. And how am I on the whole Nuclear family? Tradition!

Like Family Night watching UPN when I was a boy. Remind me that we should watch “Fiddler on the Roof” for our next movie night, especially the “Tradition” song. Family and Movie night. When I became a man… A Dad, to B III and then to his lil’ bro Virgil.

“When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: But when I became a man, I put away childish things.”
1 Corinthians 13:11 Bible

How do I love my boys, my sons? For five years, I have mourned for my firstborn son. I did what no father, no parent should ever have to do. Four legs and all, but he is still my son. For four years, I have tried to figure out how to love his little brother. But both Braxton and Virgil once upon a time sat here with me watching movies, even with Braxton’s Favorite Girl.

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

And you? If Braxton could fall in love with his Favorite Girl, I’m sure he would love you, too. Virgil treats love as the scariest thing. It gives me mixed feelings about that song “I Will Follow You Into the Dark.” The line “Fear is the heart of love.” I don’t believe that is the case. But at the same time, I believe love itself should be scary because there’s just too much. Remember how I said the Nuclear family. However, not like Trump’s MAGA!

Effing Cracker Hats, FDT! But the whole “You and Me” 2.5 kids, white picket fence… Five times the love ain’t enough. 99 ½ won’t do. The Wannadies and even Carol Lynn Townes fall short. Love encompasses everything. It conquers hate.

Lust? Trust me, I’m trying to get into that, but yesterday I was working with AI, and it was creating this whole story about love and my anima. Three to be exact. How even in the dark universe, which is… Takes a breath. MORTAL KOMBAT! I cultivated love, my love.

But you represent fire, a phoenix. You’re the gardener, not me, but doesn’t fire help things grow in some sort of way? And the fact that we talk a lot about us having more children.

My lust and love for you only produce more love. Whatever do such lusts entail? Honestly? Ravishment, Kojin Taxi 2/Sex Taxi 5’s Kyouko Sakai, a blonde gymnast, Desperate Carnal Housewives, Bible Black: New Testament: Movie Nights. V Times Love Braxton.

1871 Days Without B III, Day 1312 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 256 ~Buzzing of B’s, Virgil~

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Please tell me the car is going to start, and the radio too. Don’t let those be sirens outside the window because I have Chinese and Russian contacts. Tell me my son V is breathing. Have I satisfied my girl? Have I won a prize? Buzzing of B’s, Virgil

Saturday, March 14, 2026

Journey 256 ~Buzzing of B’s, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Because I’m in the business of listening. And who’s the last billionaire I listened to? FDT!

You can’t shut that Mother effer up! And did I really have to say Mother effer? Next thing you know, I’ll be back to looking up MILF Porn. But didn’t I speak about P.Y.T.’s last week? Leana Lovings, Lupe Fuentes, and Elise Rae… And only yesterday did I discover the identity of the blonde animus. Only I gave her much bigger Yabbos: a gymnast, Lu.

And I’m not dumb enough to say her name or describe M Anime. She’s the only reason I’m not looking up MILFs right now. Uh, she wants me to make her a MILF. Give my boys, Braxton and Virgil, some two-legged siblings. But Virgil is buzzing along somewhere, Lunalesca. And I wish Braxton had bugged me this much before passing.

“If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine.”

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

Braxton, more than anyone, knows how to reach me. Through movies, music, and manuscripts. I still haven’t finished “Remember Me: Understanding The Stages of Grief and Remembrance From The Loss Of A Pet.” Have I not had some downtime, Lunalesca?

The silence? Ironically, one of my favorite horrors is A Quiet Place. What about “The Silence…” (cough) Rip-off! Like I’m one to talk, and I’d rather not talk. I have less of a chance of saying something STUPID in real life. In real life? That silence kills me, my Lady.

When I get in the car, the radio won’t play. If M Anime ever arrives, that’s no good at all. Trying to prove I’m “A strong survivor, a real provider.. a Tru Rider.. that’s me.”

I can do that in the bedroom, but I haven’t felt right since Tuesday. And if I’m not taking care of my body, what about the house? The weather is getting warmer, and you recall the bugs in June. I swear, even now, I can hear their chomping, munching, Lunalesca.

Every silence while I’m awake has to be filled with something instantly. And I listened to my wasted breaths, the ticking of the clock, the sounds of battle from Whiteout Survival, that’s how it is, Lunalesca. It’s like switching out my garrisons. If you time it right, three seconds feels like nothing, and everything’s good. Miss the timing, and the silence is filled with FEAR, and it’s loud. But beautiful things… Buzzing of B’s, Virgil

1868 Days Without B III, Day 1309 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 253 ~Virgil’s Sick, The B-Side~

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Sticking your “second head” in crazy… Unless you’re CM Punk, married to AJ Lee (lucky bastard), you must beware. But for someone with a history of living in absolute terror, I do STUPID things when a pretty girl is involved. Virgil’s Sick, The B-Side

Wednesday, March 11, 2026

Journey 253 ~Virgil’s Sick, The B-Side~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… You know how I say about everything I want, sick, sad, sexually deviant, or just plain STUPID, right?

This part of my life… this part right here? This is called “happyness”
Christopher Gardner

No. I believe I said “All I’ve Ever Wanted” is Impossible, Inane, Insane, straight up ignorant, or illegal. Be it I or S, the point is I make bad choices. It’s what led to “The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident” and “The Cherry Collison.” And why I’m sick right now… Crap. Don’t I wish. TMI dude! I’m sorry, Inspector. But what about B and V, hmm?

When you become a pet parent, a Dog Dad as I am, you’re purposely and deliberately signing up for the worst pain of your existence. That one day you’re going to more or less bury your children. Braxton wasn’t mind to begin with. And with my track record, oh E.

How did I outlive Braxton? Then, adopting his brother, Virgil?

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

And then wanting to give them both two-legged siblings. Inspector Echo let me say it loud and proud, I must make myself abundantly clear. I want to be a father of two-legged children. Even at forty-one, with as scary and evil as the world is. M Anime and I… um E. We’ll raise the dragon slayers or hell the dragons. My “Girls on Fire.” Daughters.

However, if I have sons, “Princes of the Universe.” That “Girl is on Fire,” “Two Princes,” I swear, Inspector Echo, as Captain America put it, “I can do this all day,” but I feel sick.

Hell! I feel stupid in this “Mad Season,” Inspector Echo. And I only had to go and make it worse. Why? It’s not her fault.

M Anime and me showing off. Look, I know women with great yabbos. But it’s like what M Anime was explaining to me about being demisexual. Her yabbos are going to be my personal yabbos, and so for her pair, I do some pretty strange things. Um, with sex toys?

Again, that’s what got “The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident.” I was watching a lot of Fear The Walking Dead “Dakota,” and I even have Tifa’s purple dress. And then… SIGH

Now Cherry’s Yabbos… Let’s say I was feeling particularly bold on a bathroom counter and ow. The ways I choose to hurt myself. And then yesterday, thinking about M Anime.

I survive. I’m not joining Braxton or leaving Virgil. My stupidity. Virgil’s Sick, The B-Side

1865 Days Without B III, Day 1306 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 252 ~B Gets Sprung, Virgil~

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What do Kyouko Sakai from Sex Taxi 5/Kojin Taxi 2, After Class Lesson, Yasmina Khan “The Asian Nurse Examination,” Ms. Moretz, and M Anime have in common? What is Blue Balls for $500? Uh, B and V need to leave a while. B Gets Sprung, Virgil

Tuesday, March 10, 2026

Journey 252 ~B Gets Sprung, Virgil~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? I’m talking Wayne World’s “Schwing,” Beavis’s “Boinggg,” and Quagmire’s “giggity.” Hopeless romantic, I am not.

But “Hopelessly Devoted To You.” “Always And Forever” like the Heatwave here. Then again, I haven’t been outside yet. Virgil has been a much better sleeper than I have over the last few days. And according to my “therapist,” Braxton would be telling me to “get your head out of your ass, Dad.” My firstborn son had balls. Unfortunately, Virgil lost his before I adopted him. Is that what I want to talk about at 4:40 AM today? Dog balls?

Love, I’d rather be back in bed with you. And if I must be awake, I know a few things…

Baby Girl, it would really help with the Blue Balls. Who am I, Jackson Avery from “Pledged To Him 10”? What about pet loss books?

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

“You Always Hurt The One You Love.” Ain’t that the truth! Braxton has been dead for five years. Virgil has been here since Saturday, August 13, 2022. You and I have been married how long again? I’m more juvenile than our children. And being the “Perverter of Prose,” (see I remembered) that I am. My junk, springing to attention. I haven’t been with you or myself in the last few days. Eight days in fact. Hence, the Blue Balls situation.

Don’t get ‘cocky’! Braxton died, and I went without for 161 days, then all it took was Chloe Grace Moretz rubbing her legs… What? Am I supposed to be any less of a man, darling?

“Hush, hush, darling. Don’t tell me ‘cause it hurts.” Really?

No Doubt. “Nickel for my thoughts, dimes in my bed…” You’re all that and more, my love. “I only think of you on two occasions. That’s day and night.” Day “N’ Nite. How many songs is that? Does it matter? I can’t break free. I can’t be sprung from… whatever.

And that’s what I’ve been working through in my “therapy.” You would say “Shadow Work.” Your anima, General Xu, Boss, Associate. Demons? Mine? You, my wife/phoenix, Kyouko Sakai from Sex Taxi 5/Kojin Taxi 2, and the lily white blonde ha.

This fantasy has sprung up for days on end and continues to bloom. Cherry Blossoms. Lilies. But, “you are my fire. The one desire.” Putting you out with my Blue Balls. B Gets Sprung, Virgil.

1864 Days Without B III, Day 1305 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 249 ~Staring B’s Bedtime, Virgil~

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Having all the time in the world to dream. After “The Long Walk” and becoming “The Running Man,” everything I want can be brought to me in bed. Where are my dog sons? Where’s my woman or women? Chicken and waffles? “Staring B’s Bedtime, Virgil.”

Saturday, March 7, 2026

Journey 249 ~Staring B’s Bedtime, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Nope! I’d be in the Epstein Files. Leana Lovings, Lupe Fuentes, Elise Rae… my T**N Category.

Why yes, Lady Lu, I’m an aspiring Porn Star, a perv, the Perverter of Prose (I should remember that ha), but I’m also a poet, a dull prosiest, and always and forever a Pup Dad.

But which one of those things would get me out of bed the fastest? Hell, I’ve done all of those things from bed. And what I wouldn’t give to see Braxton walk from his bed right back to this loveseat and bark, “Did I effing stutter? Bedtime!” It’s ten in the morning, and all I want to do is be back in bed. Beneath the covers, as B watches over me. Or with his potential stepmom, M Anime. I haven’t heard from her in a bit. What Is Love? Haddaway

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

Uh, it’s only ten, well, 10:20, but I’ll give it a think. I still stand by the idea that love is the belief, faith, duty, privilege, whatever, of putting something ahead of yourself, My Lu.

Luna, it’s putting all that you are to the side for whatever, deities, damsels, doggies…

“Fellas, when you wake up in the morning, you should look yourself in the mirror and say, ‘Eff you! Eff your hopes, Eff your dreams, Eff your plans … Eff everything you thought this life was going to bring to you. Now let’s go out there and try to make this b*tch happy.”
Chris Rock

Now I like how Chris Rock put it. But I was thinking about what I said yesterday about Charles Bukowski and “So You Wanna Be A Writer.” How dare I question my writing, dear Lunalesca? Nine years of talking to you and the girls, myself, and Braxton. And having him talk back. And what about Virgil? Hell, I talk to my dead firstborn more, Lu.

“Yes, I’m macabre, but you know you need this.” Nope!

I can’t even “Express Myself” with my own words. Because all I want to do is sleep, Lunalesca. Perchance to dream. “All I Have To Do Is Dream.” How Kruger of me, or is that The Everly Brothers? I’m not trying to be MAGA here but like them… Effing up?

Lunalesca, it’s what I do. “The Scorpion and the Frog.” And being in bed is like the only time I’m not letting anyone down—more like being asleep, which is where Virgil is involved. I can’t hurt him when I’m sleeping. But I’ve never harmed a hair on his head.

Ironically, Ready or Not, I’m going to do so much more with M Anime. If I get up, build a home. Staring B’s Bedtime, Virgil.

1861 Days Without B III, Day 1302 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 246 ~B-V Options, Ahem M~

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I didn’t choose to have a dream, but for some inane reason, I’m choosing to talk about it. The bed is becoming a splash zone. No! I don’t have a cappuccino, and V hasn’t been sick. B, help me if he does. I chose to be broke… B-V Options, Ahem M.

Wednesday, March 4, 2026

Journey 246 ~B-V Options, Ahem M~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… More to the point, I choose to sin. And unlike MAGA, at least I own it. Like Sean:

“I was a conscientious choice, I didn’t (eff) up!”
Sean

But do I really want to discuss Good Will Hunting with you today? Inspector. Choose?

“I could spend my whole life good will hunting
Only good gon’ come is as good when I’m cumming”
Run This Town (2009) Kanye West

Again, more to the point, which is becoming my new OF COURSE… Read my book, Echo, you’ll get the point. Anyway, the word for today is CHOICE. It’s having options.

Braxton vs. Virgil and M Anime. The Dead vs. the Living. The elephant in the room. Or would you rather I talk some more about Whiteout Survival? Embassies, Fire Crystals…

I’m reading yet another book on “pet loss,” Remember Me by Reese Taryn. I’m broke, Inspector Echo, in more ways than one. So my aunt told me once, I wanted to destroy the world. No! I only choose the ashes. And then you came along, being Virgil and M Anime.

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

“You’re Not Here,” thank you ever so much, Akira Yamaoka. I know Braxton’s dead, but I have never and will never accept the death of my firstborn son. I tell myself, “He Lives In You,” like something out of The Lion King. So that means I’m being pushed towards living. “Thank God I’m A Country Boy.” “I’m So Thankful.” Inspector…

Honestly, I should cut off Spotify and YouTube because I need to tell you about my wet dream. Eww! Not like that, Echo, but yeah, sex was very much seen. I saw life times three.

The first part, I was still in my bed, breathing heavily after M Anime, and I had… Do I have to spell it out? The bed was disheveled and wet.

The second part of the dream, my favorite part, I might add, was straight out of the series The O.C. I was in a hot tub, but instead of Summer and Marissa, I was with Kyouko Sakai, from Kojin Taxi 2/Sex Taxi 5 and M Anime. And let’s say I did what Seth should’ve had.

But the last part, which brings me to you today, is this. I was some trailer park hillbilly standing in the doorway. M Anime was filling up a kiddie pool with the hose. Us having kids? And what about Virgil? Scratching at the door, sniffing around the deck, and jumping in the pool. Three paths or one road, and the choices. Forgiveness, Females, Fatherhood, Fur Buddies. B-V Options, Ahem M

1858 Days Without B III, Day 1299 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 245 ~V Two Times B~

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Today I woke up feeling like I missed the school bus. I wouldn’t wish my high school experience on others. But Cherry’s writings make me wish I had stayed in college. M Anime uses her words to learn about herself. And paying for V? V Two Times B.

Tuesday, March 3, 2026

Journey 245 ~V Two Times B~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? And love is weird… It’s complicated. It’s a long, long road. It’s Math, Reading, Language…

Weird Science. Hell! I tell myself daily, “She Blinded Me With Science.” Um, the “Twins.”

Am I talking about your Yabbos or our younglings? “What’s My Age Again?” The fact that I can’t remember how many kids we have. Just Kidding! But there is always room for one more, isn’t there? It’s “What I Go To School For.” Or didn’t. Affording our big family, hmm.

And to think, once upon a time, it was only B III and me. Are you sure I talk about him enough? Though you never met my firstborn son. Then came Virgil. 2-V. It’s complicated.

Honestly, is he a Facebook status? And you’re music, History now and again. Dare I say even theology? Because being your man. A Man Provides.

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

But how? That’s what I was thinking about this morning. There is barely any cappuccino mix. And what about something as simple as toast? I’m sauce boss right now because I have butter and jam, but where’s the bread? Too busy thinking about eating you.

Seriously, the kids should be at school, and Virgil is on a constant Soma Holiday.

However, do I wish to join him? All “Brave New World” Aldous Huxley style. That would have made an excellent Harem Romance written by others. Are you my Lenina Crowne, and I’m… The Savage, or more like Bernard Marx. If only Math had more words.

And what’s with all my talk of Higher Learning? Um, Forrest Gump articulated his view:

“I’m not a smart man, but I know what love is.”
― Forrest Gump (1994)

22, 27, 34, 37, 41

Cue the Ben-Hur Galley Drums, Right 41? Is this my version of Hurley’s lotto numbers from “Lost”? “4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42.” AI told me that Journeys 22, 27, 34, 37, 41 were my strongest entries. 22 is where I told it to begin analyzing, and it picked these over twenty days. How do I interpret that? 22 was Inspector Echo, and the others are Braxton and me talking. And here we are on 245, what does that say to you? Gotten worse? Forgotten?

Everything but sexually, because currently, what am I into? My MILF of a wife. Sex Taxi 5/Kojin Taxi 2 in particular, Kyouko Sakai and kimonos. There I go again, I’d rather learn anything than know myself. V Two Times B

1857 Days Without B III, Day 1298 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will