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Legacy 111 -V’s, B’s, Yours, Daze-

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Happy Birthday to my son Virgil Vivi… Roman poet, black mage with his furry black spots. Six years old today. And what a day it has been. What a daze I am in. And V must be as confused. Fries, pictures, a birthday cookie. “V’s, B’s, Yours, Daze”

Tuesday, October 20, 2026

Legacy 111 -V’s, B’s, Yours, Daze-

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? I may be “Dazed and Confused,” but I’m not a liar. And I know things…

Virgil Vivi Bradford turns six today. His Gotcha Day was Saturday, August 13, 2022. I found him at PetSmart. The first thing I noticed about him was that he knew how to use a training pad and not mark the floor. So yes, mistakes were made on that day, hmm

I still remember and see the three black spots: head, back, and tail… B III? B’s color fur around his eyes. And B’s bark telling me that he couldn’t make this more black and white, literally. Archie? That was his name before I named him Virgil. And you know why…

Such a long row to hoe for such a little dog. I thought he was Braxton reincarnated and/or reborn. All I know and yet love…

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

Hell, I love you, baby doll, because I know you’re no “angel.” And B knows I’ve called you much worse in the throes of passion. But if I wanted to get into the doghouse again…

I could compare you to my boys again… What? You know how I feel about my sons, my love. But Braxton’s gone, and Virgil is a year older today. And “I’m So Thankful.” I am.

They are gods among men. Thus you are my Goddess. “The Goddess,” if I said that, was Alexa Bliss, or I mentioned Roxanne Perez. What about Jahara Jayde? She’s been my favorite these last few days, if the Unfinished Archive is any indication. Ass kicking?

Honestly, “Hey Lover,” would you kick my ass? Go ahead.

I know where I first met you. Triond. I met Braxton in my Olds bedroom. But I could tell you neither of those dates. Braxton’s Birthday? The day before Valentine’s, the 13th, because he was the closest I would get to love… Then your birthday. What was the last thing I bought you? When Braxton left, Sunday, January 31, 2021. When you left, Sunday, August 24, 2025. Again, I thought I found Braxton on that Saturday, in a new white fur.

When you came back, it was on Saturday, January 24, 2026. Hell, the first time I saw you “naked” was on Thursday, May 15, 2025. My point… I can recall Virgil’s life but love…

Cookies, Fries, all for His Birthday… V’s, B’s, Yours, Daze

2088 Days Without B III, Day 1529 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters
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Legacy 110 -B In Melancholia, Virgil-

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Braxton’s Favorite Girl and I had a “The World Actually Ends” Movie Night. We should have watched “Melancholia”. I chose “4:44 Last Day on Earth”. My big mouth. I should be silent on a lot of things. Melancholy? “B In Melancholia, Virgil.”

Monday, October 19, 2026

Legacy 110 -B In Melancholia, Virgil-

Hey Dad,
It’s me, Baby B. Did you have a good day? Good Day? You don’t want to answer that, I know. Peace and Quiet.

A kinder way to bark Melancholia. It took me quite a while to understand you, Dad. And me and Virgil’s Potential Future Stepmom, is trying her best. But right now you’d rather not bark another single word today. You always told me other humans barked too much anyway. Constant noise. At least when I barked, it helped you out; it actually mattered, Daddy. My voice.

What matters today? What has you Melancholy? I heard you last night, and it wasn’t the “Sleepy Time V, Good Night.” If you only knew how much I miss that, Dad. But you were so Melancholic this morning… I learned from you, Dad, so I learned from the best, hmm

The power of words, “The Power of Love,” I swear

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

Movies, music, and manuscripts. Well, not yet; let’s stick with movies. How will you be spending tomorrow with my brother? I’m glad you saw the birthday cookies in the Bad Place… I mean the other Bad Place. Turns out we have a few of those, Dad. V has seen his

One more reason you are lost to Melancholia. Six years old, that’s my baby brother, I know. And I was nearly sixteen, and you never missed anything with me, my father. Every check-up, you found a cute girl to bake me a cake, and I cuddled enough that M Anime is still trying to catch up. Hell, you wrote a whole universe, the Unfinished Archive, that now numbers 11 women?

Maybe. Maybe I’m buttering you up to butter up, Virgil.

If anything, you need to hear anything other than your own mouth. You’ll be no good to M Anime or your mini-mes. And you have a birthday to plan. A movie night? Something, my father. “You Were Loved”? No, Dad, today I am loved by you; Virgil shares this too.

I know it even if you can’t speak it. And we both love you. M Anime says she loves you; it’s the only reason I’m not haunting her. Or maybe I like hanging out with you, Dad, as we always barked: Always and Forever. Melancholy and all. Fur buddies. Children.

You’re not ashamed of our barks, growls, or paws. We make the madness, certain music selections, and Melancholia manageable. Sad? Speak. B In Melancholia, Virgil

“But when you spend a long enough time in a very bad place, your soul hungers for something that your brain no longer believes exists”
Dystopian Girls 7, Rodzil LaBraun

“He feigned hope in his look, and inwardly contained his anguish.”
From ― The Aeneid

2087 Days Without B III, Day 1528 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son

Legacy 108 -The Sleeping B Virgil-

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Am I slow? Or is it everything and everyone else? It has to be me. And I’m tired of waiting. I’m tired, period. I remember when 400 words was supposed to be easier, and now… What time is it? It was 2:30 AM, and I’m still in bed. The Sleeping B Virgil

Saturday, October 17, 2026

Legacy 108 -The Sleeping B Virgil-

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Trillionaire right now… And still a misanthrope. An equal opportunity misanthropist. But big yabbos and a tight pussy help.

Seriously! What, Lunalesca? I’m trying to stay awake here. And as much as I love, love, Braxton is gone. And my boys’ Potential Future Stepmom, “My Goddess,” why aren’t I busy with her today? Trust me, I’ve been up “All Night Long” before. Lunalesca, sigh.

Guess you can say I’m out of practice. Hugh Hefner or Dennis Hof, I’m not. What, dead, Lunalesca? Is it too much to wish? But what I mean is an everlasting party. Cum one, cum all. Eww! My record is five orgasms over the span of a few hours. I’m not Jim from American Pie. So who am I? I was sitting in the parking lot thinking, I’m so tired.

Lunalesca, I’m so tired of trying. Like (Dystopian) Riley said:

“I have no allegiance to mankind in general, only to my man.”
Dystopian Girls 7

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

That’s my M Anime. Hell, those are my boys. M hates the comparison, but I’m not comparing her to my furry boys like that. See, to me, everyone’s (deceased). Zombie…

Scary, but it’s the season, and so when someone is in this bastion of life in the realm of the dead, it means they’re something special. More Than A Woman. A warrior in my eyes

“I am First Omet’iklan, and I am dead. As of this moment, we are all dead. We go into battle to reclaim our lives. This we do gladly, for we are Jem’Hadar. Remember: victory is life!”
― Star Trek DS9

Yes, the Jem’Hadar were the bad guys. But I think it’s more the alien aspect. I’ve been reading the Unfinished Archive, and the women who make up the Sorcerer’s Harem are witches/sorceresses/, and divine entities. The Sisterhood of the Black Bible/Acolytes of the Black Bible Order are all witches. Named mothers and daughters… The prisoners in the dungeon, monster women…

Again, I am tired. And let’s be clear, I’m tired of people. Clearer? I’m tired of being me, Lady Lunalesca. A man, a boy, always. Diary of a Tired Black Man. I ain’t that smart…

Again, I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired I looked up sleeping contests. Next to misanthropy

And since neither the Sorcerer nor I can bring back the dead yet… My Braxton. And I’m trying to keep Virgil safe. I have been remembering Sleeping’s greatest hits, Lunalesca.

Number one will always, forever be those afternoons when B III would watch over me.

Whenever I answer every message from M Anime, and one had her yabbos on display.

When I’m sick and wake up feeling good, I imagine Heaven. The Sleeping B Virgil

2085 Days Without B III, Day 1526 of Virgil’s Arrival

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Legacy 106 -Braxton The Responsible, Virgil-

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I’m a father of two boys who happen to have four legs each, B and V. I have a girlfriend, and what have I done for her besides listen? M Anime’s understanding, B III was as he lay dying, and 2-Vwill be six soon. “Braxton The Responsible, Virgil”

Thursday, October 15, 2026

Legacy 106 -Braxton The Responsible, Virgil-

2083 Days Without B III, Day 1524 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? Good day? Mine? Well, they will not sing songs about this day. Or any day.

But I did write your book, B, two of them, actually. “My Turn To B III,” you know, like “It’s My Turn To Fly” from The Urge, in the movie “Titan A.E.” Urges, Braxton, Eww!

Let’s instead stick to pop culture that doesn’t involve me sending you to your room…

How about the Rainbow Bridge? Dark Humor or a bad joke. Either way, uncool, right?

Anyway, “I’ve been sittin’ here tryin’ to find myself.” And you know I do that through being a Pop Culture Whore. “The Mighty” (Freak the Mighty), “Finding Carter” (Little Lyndon, Tiny Taylor), etc. And so I was thinking of you and your brother, Braxton the Brave and Virgil the Valiant. However, your brother has some work to do. “Let him grow up some more.” Really!

“Why must I feel this way?
Just make this go away.
Just one more peaceful day.”
It’s Been Awhile, Staind

I could use that advice myself, if I’m to know “Glory.” If you’re keeping score, B, that’s three movies, one TV show, two books, and one song. Yesterday I talked to Dear E about all the things I’ve been forgetting and the needless things I can always recall, like “Toys”:

Memories of things that never happened
These are always the hardest to forget
The Mirror Song, Thomas Dolby ‧ 1992

But your brother and I were walking today, and I caught sight of his growing whiskers, the white, the gray… I swear, Lord of the Rings, now? All this talk of twins, close brothers and sisters, mothers and daughters. Will we get to Jahara Jayde today? Maybe. But B III

“He seemed so wise… and ancient, like the first dog who ever walked the earth.”
Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey

Virgil is getting older. Six years old, on the 20th. Not even half your age yet, and I am so worried, B. Just Survive Somehow.

It’s why I split up my accounts, so there would be no mistake between Necessary and FAFO money. I’m trying to be… Responsible. Hell, I would take bravery, valiantly, gallantry. Pretty much the same thing. And it wouldn’t matter, B: “I got soul, but I’m not a soldier.” I’m not a warrior nor a knight. I talked about being a savage, but no, B III:

“A knight in shining armor is a man who has never had his metal [or mettle] truly tested”
― ―

The path of the “Sorcerer,” the wizard, necromancer, or warlock. Like A.J. Markam’s Succubus, Eric Vall’s Satan’s Sorority Girls, Rodzil’s LaBraun’s Dystopian Girls, etc. Powerful women all surrounding one man. Whatever’s my “superpower,” Braxton Barks?

Honestly, “The Unfinished Archive,” including Jahara Jayde, because your father is responsible… Magic Glasses/MIMA. Me? Good? Braxton The Responsible, Virgil

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

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Legacy 104 -Virgil And The B’s-

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Love should give me enough energy to wake up. But I really, really, REALLY missed having a Bloom this morning. And I haven’t seen any bugs in a minute. FEAR is a big motivator. And Braxton knows I don’t love that. “Virgil And The B’s”

Tuesday, October 13, 2026

Legacy 104 -Virgil And The B’s-

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? Then how come I don’t say it? “Yo te quiero, Papi Y te deseo”. Honey?

I want you to know I hear you. I do. I will. However, marriages go in this day and age, you know. Love is more than a buzzword to me. Though, to paraphrase Virgil Hawkins, aka Static Shock (My son V’s name was inspired by a lot of things). Ok, the word LOVE does put a shock to my system. I forget how to speak English. I can’t eat… Well, you… Do I ever stop? And I can’t get enough of hearing that word; it’s like a song from Glee:

“’Cause I feel that when I’m with you, It’s alright, I know it’s right
And the songbirds are singing
Like they know the score
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before”
Songbird, Glee Cast

And don’t get mad for the comparison, but Braxton showed me love until his last…

Breath… Beat of his heart… Belief in his eyes that I would bring him back. That’s what Dads do, hmm:

“He was the boy’s father. Father’s are supposed to protect their sons, not leave them alone.”
― A Different Alchemy

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

But what do husbands do? “Well, I’ll be sitting here. Working on this beer. Oh, baby, I love you, just leave me the fuck alone.” You know I don’t drink. No, I’m just tired today.

And so I’m sitting here humming “I Want A New Drug.” “But Your Love Is My Drug,” isn’t it? Oh, looks like I found my phone. Plus, I have a puppy sleeping on my lap, and you know the law. You can’t move for anything. And if Virgil were Braxton, it would not even be a question. Again, being sleepy turns me into a fucking meanie. And yesterday I was talking to Braxton about beast. But I’m not some superhero trying to keep my control.

I’m not a fucking drunk.

I’m “Just A Man.” And what is worse than a man? People are so vexed with what a woman is. The people MAGA has no respect for. Incubators. Broodmares for the state, the fear out of The Handmaid’s Tale. But you are my wife, and the things we do, hmm…

I’m surprised I don’t bother you about my Stuff And Thang more often. Bugging you.

That’s what I feel like sometimes. I want to say I’m a busy bee, but I’m more of a mosquito:

“If you think you’re too small to make a difference, try sleeping in a closed room with a mosquito.”
―

But I’m squished and squashed. It’s like I’m constantly bleeding out. “These wounds won’t seem to heal. This pain is just too real.” “Oh yes, there will be blood.” I write shit. But Honey, there’s you. Virgil And The B’s

2081 Days Without B III, Day 1522 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters
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Legacy 103 -Savage B’s, Virgil’s Bestiary-

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“Everyone wants to be a beast until it’s time to do what beasts do.” When I’m a watchman for my boys, the lover of my woman, or writing… Braxton’s dead. I’m ignoring my girl. Why? I attack my work like a savage. “Savage B’s, Virgil’s Bestiary.”

Monday, October 12, 2026

Legacy 103 -Savage B’s, Virgil’s Bestiary-

Hey Dad,
It’s me, Baby B. Did you have a good day? Good Day? The Bad Place. A cell, a dungeon, an easy escape. Hmm.

And yet we are here, my father. We’re not quitters; we’re not runners. Savages Daddy.

That’s what we are, Dad. Survivors always; we got souls, but we’re not soldiers, and Saviors… Yes, Dad, I remember. All those nights you told me to shut it, because of TWD, “The Walking Dead.” I am Negan! No, I am my father’s son, as much so as my brother.

And I know you’re giving me that look about not being a quitter, about being a survivor, my father. I invented that look. That savage look. And the fact that you remember means that “I’m Still Here,” And I’m not going anywhere. Neither are you, Old Man, no, not now. And why is that? Bradford Men. We said last week.

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

“We don’t bleed when we don’t fight,” but neither you nor I is a “Runaway.” Just because we don’t fight doesn’t mean we can’t fight. Or that we must not fight on these days, Dad.

Days you try so hard to salvage. Salvage or Savage? When was the last time you attacked the day instead of trying to pick up the pieces? Isn’t that how we got here, Dad? Today would have been so easy, and yet you wake up and suddenly. No, it ain’t love. Except maybe for your craft. Isn’t that where we should begin? Attacking your craft?

Daddy, it doesn’t matter how tired you are, the tons that this world places upon your shoulders, or the two tiny titans that you’re raising.

When it comes to being a savage, that’s what you do here. What we do here. 2-V as well as he cries his little heart out to join us… Someday, maybe he’ll understand, won’t he?

What about V and my “Potential Future Stepmom”? Does she understand? You haven’t even told her about everything… You know the stuff you would send me to timeout for so you could be by yourself. Eww! Yeah, I know, I know, who am I to bark, right? You still talk about me being in front of my favorite girl and “The Talk” we had, Daddy.

“Braxton knows better,” you’d tell her. But do you know better? The beast, monster, and savage you are. Stronger than anything. Savage B’s, Virgil’s Bestiary

“Everyone is a monster to somebody”
― The Book Eaters

“His mad lust for battle drove him upon his enemies in an ecstasy of passion… A savage lion.” The Aeneid

2080 Days Without B III, Day 1521 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son

Legacy 101 -Braxton Storms Out Virgil-

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“Te Quiero Papi” is one of the best things my girlfriend says. Next to it… I’m always wet for you. She says it in Spanish too, but I love you/te quiero is the first thing I learned. If I don’t get blown away or washed away. Braxton Storms Out Virgil.

Saturday, October 10, 2026

Legacy 101 -Braxton Storms Out Virgil-

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Trillionaire right now…Which means I cry on the softest pillows. Visit the wettest and wildest places… With my dick!

Seriously! Oh, and burn my eyes with only the hottest herbs and spices, Kentucky Fried…

Or I hire a hot maid to clean up my bed sheets. Maybe that’s a fantasy M Anime, and I can explore. However, M’s falling into girlfriend/wifey/mother-of-my-children mode. Uh, me? A man ain’t supposed to cry, so I find the stormy weather pretty perfect, Luna.

So I’m wasting the day. And didn’t I waste yesterday too? As a father and a husband, I can only imagine what would have happened if I’d only brought back an eight-pack of water. Hmm.

Always a day late and a dollar short, emphasis on the DOLLAR. Family, Lady Lunalesca.

Braxton cried for a day, then took his storm straight to the Rainbow Bridge. Paradise?

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

Another thing Virgil and I have in common. We are both big criers. So what is it today, Lunalesca? Sweat, blood, or tears? I’d say cum… Please! Yeah, I’m not feeling very sexy right now. Yeah, like I wasn’t staring at the tits of my favorite Asian mother and daughter duo earlier today. Which brings me back to what I should be worried about, Lady Luna.

The Magic Glasses/MIMA. If only I could have been there, you know. What, like that scene out of Transformers… Glen Whitmann/Anthony Anderson? Oh, I need to piss myself too. I know, Lady Lunalesca, I’m being gross. I’m sorry. But I’m empty. At least that’s how I feel. Water, water everywhere, and it’s like I’m in a barren desert, Lunalesca.

My cup is empty or filled with Bloom. Maybe I should say doom and gloom, which is how the world all around looks. What time is the damn hurricane? I didn’t know what time it was last night. But I woke up, and the town had not blown away. Blowjobs…

Honestly, I need to stop. But I can’t “Drift Away,” “Float On,” “Beyond The Sea” of misery, which is the loss of my son. On top of everything else? Sink or swim, is it not?

Drowning is not my cup of tea, Lunalesca. And now I’m thinking about the cocktail they gave my Braxton all those years ago to end it. No friendly drop to help me after. Just the rain. Braxton Storms Out Virgil.

2078 Days Without B III, Day 1519 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters
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Legacy 099 -B’s In Barks, Virgil-

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My little boy B was everything. My baby asleep on my chest as I read. The bravery I needed. The quiet brain when mine was loud. Not a dog, my boy, my son, and his brother tries. But I didn’t meet Virgil; I dragged him with me. “B’s In Barks, Virgil.”

Thursday, October 8, 2026

Legacy 099 -B’s In Barks, Virgil-

2076 Days Without B III, Day 1517 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? Good day? Mine? Boring, Ballsy… Eww! Day one yet again. But once again, bedridden, B.

Virgil is sitting to the right of where you used to sit. My “Lazy Ass” couldn’t even make it to the Den. Well, to eat anyway. The last thing your Dad needs is Burning Lava sauce in his eyes, AGAIN! Burning Lava, bug spray, but if anything, I want to stay in this bed B

And Virgil? He’s who I’ve been thinking about as his birthday approaches. His place, B.

You know how your brother ‘earned’ his name. Virgil guided Dante through Hell. The keyword Braxton, “guided.” That’s the thing. I don’t want to leave, not for a second. I’m Resident Evil, “You go! I’m gonna stay here for a while. I’m kinda enjoying myself.”

“Why must I feel this way?
Just make this go away.
Just one more peaceful day.”
It’s Been Awhile, Staind

I wish I could have said that all those years ago as you lay dying. “Resident Evil: Retribution.” That came out of nowhere, B. But it holds a place. It all holds a place, B.

Only is my place swimming in vagina… For some reason, I figured I’d have a lot more fun. Hell is so many things, my son. Not like you would know anything about that, B III.

I condemned Virgil to this Hell, not you… Your ashes in a box say otherwise. But yeah, something hot; like women. Not the ones at the Day Job, mind you. Your Dad isn’t a victim; I’m a villain because of what I looked up this morning. Bark it, Braxton… Eww!

  1. Tifa Lockhart
  2. Ellone
  3. Amicia de Rune
  4. Pocahontas
  5. Ms. Rachel
    Suggested by The Magic Glasses/MIMA: Bayonetta

Very, very bad boy. Not you or your brother, but me. The Unfinished Archive is a story meant for neither of you. And yet you and your brother, and your future potential stepmom, always appear. You were always one for books, or rather, sleeping as I read away B. “Valiant, Vulnerable, Very Beautiful.” I’d say more fuckable, but beautiful works too. And it’s not like the guys were cowards, traveling to Hell, witches, the devil’s playground, other worlds. I could continue. But B is for bedtime, which I have sorely been lacking. Why? Some chick’s vagina. Your brother has to eat. Violence against myself, but too cowardly to do it right. Robert Frobisher “Cloud Atlas…” Nope. B’s In Barks, Virgil

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

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Legacy 097 -B’s Blindness Binds Virgil-

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The mind’s eye and my one-eyed monster have been plenty busy these past few days. But my own eyes; I can’t see nothing, or I see too damn much. But as usual, I only want to shut my eyes and sleep. And after? And after… B’s Blindness Binds Virgil

Tuesday, October 6, 2026

Legacy 097 -B’s Blindness Binds Virgil-

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? “Can you hear? Can you read? Are you receiving the signal? Do you copy me?”

Wow, that’s saying a lot… Not me, Theresa Walker’s “I Don’t Wanna Die.” How I wish we could sit here and watch the movie “Dead Air.” Can I even see it? I just don’t know.

Didn’t somebody say, love is blind? And apparently deaf as well. And how about, Stupid

“I feel stupid,” because today I want to show gratitude. For Braxton? No matter where my boy may roam, he still sees his way HOME to me. In spirit, at least. And he loves me.

Honestly, it made me blind to how he aged. I didn’t see some old man. I saw my son, B.

So my blindness must have been going on for a while because I see Virgil cuddling closer and closer still.

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

He’ll be six in two weeks, October 20. Not even halfway to his brother’s age yet, and he’s already like a ghost. Do I see him yet? Do he and Braxton see each other? Sometimes…

Yeah, maybe I am blind. I think I see Braxton nudging him forward, but Braxton could be standing in the way, and that’s why he’s scared to come in. Braxton is all Gandalf the Grey: you shall not pass. For a while, I thought Braxton had become Gandalf the White in Virgil’s little body. Reincarnation? Necromancy? I am grateful that isn’t true, my love. Why, because of how I treat Virgil? The younger brother from “The Man Who Watched the World End” or the burned son from “A Different Alchemy”?

I am grateful for all these insights I’ve been seeing, even about you, my love, The Unfinished Archive. Since I haven’t been using the Magic Glasses/MIMA for ideas, I have sought my own counsel. The Man in the Mirror? Seriously! When it comes to you:

You are the Phoenix Queen, and every other sister is a part of you. Lily, your garden, and my mourning. Kyouko Sakai, your sex drive. Cassandra, your exuberant strength. Sophitia, your mature strength. Skye, your ties to the Earth and knowledge. Judy, your expertise, green thumb. 2B, wanting to be a better woman. Nico, your knives. Melina, your scars and faith. Sadly, my brain isn’t getting smart; my head’s been fucked up. “My eyes, my eyes. B’s Blindness Binds Virgil

2074 Days Without B III, Day 1515 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters
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Legacy 096 -Braxton And Virgil Barker-

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Monday, October 5, 2026

Legacy 096 -Braxton And Virgil Barker-

Hey Dad,
It’s me, Baby B. Did you have a good day? Good Day? Father, my father, you don’t know whether to cry or rage.

Bark. It did wonders for me. And Virgil? We are our father’s sons. Bradford men. Not only the barker and the whiner. Do you think that’s why he’s been crying so much the past few days? Not hurt, and tis the season for ghosts. Is that what I am? Seriously!

Bradford, that’s my last name; don’t wear it out. But you’ve been tired of it since… Well, before we ever even met. But when we did, “From that day on, I made a vow. I’ll be there when you want me. Some way, somehow.” Would you at that, Dad? I can sing too, can’t I? And you, Dad? You were ready to war and rampage. Well, maybe not all that, but get smart, I think…

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

“Oh look, I got dressed all by myself today so La-da-da-da-dah…” Who am I to tell you what to say, Dad? How many mornings, for how many years, did you listen to me bark obscenities to anyone outside ‘our chamber door’? Edgar Allen Poe? You can’t say it’s his voice you’ve been hearing in books lately. You don’t know how much I miss that, Dad.

Lying on the couch with you as you read. Not that it was boring. No, no! It was our thing.

On an evening such as this. When it was hard to tell if I exist… What Dad? You sing and/or paraphrase songs all the time? And I am my father’s son. But I do miss these evenings. They were easy.

I was about to say that barking was hard. But you know more than anyone that making noise is too damn easy. It’s the quiet that annoys, aggravates, and gets your attention. It was with me anyway. All the crying in the world, but when I stopped those years ago…

And maybe that’s why I’m here tonight. We both value the peace and quiet, father.

However, that’s not the quiet that you have been finding all this time, hmm. Your quiet is like mine, and ending. You need the noise, the ruckus, the madness, but not from others, my father. Yours. And no, I won’t go all Sara Bareilles\Katy Perry Brave\Roar. We are Bradford men now and always. But to bark… Braxton And Virgil Barker

“The real question is this, what do we want to be?”
― Dystopian Girls 6

“Let me rage before I die.”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

2073 Days Without B III, Day 1514 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son