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Journey 288 ~Villagers B Trippin’, Virgil~

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It takes a village… I’m sure my son, my fur buddy, B, was an “adult” by the time it was only us. As for my village… “Son, fear is the heart of love”. So I never went back. I’m looking for “Somewhere Only We Know.” “Villagers B Trippin’, Virgil.”

Wednesday, April 15, 2026

Journey 288 ~Villagers B Trippin’, Virgil~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… And not just because I’m late… With everything. How badly M Anime wants to say that “She’s Late.”

No. Even as I talk to you this evening, I’m much too busy playing war chief. And not in the classic movie “The Warriors” type of way. More like I’m a Level 2 Fire Crystal War Chief in Whiteout Survival. Is there a ‘cool’ way to say that? What do I know about it, E?

Speaking of which, I am “Running On Empty,” Inspector Echo. “Wham Bam Shang-A-Lang” minus the Shang-A-Lang. Thank M Anime for the Wham Bam, Inspector. Yabbos.

Ain’t nothing wrong with that or hers. Well, other than the fact that they aren’t in my mouth right now. Really! Is that all I have to say? My State of the Union. Again, I’m a war chief in a frost-covered wasteland, gaming-wise. So ahem…

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

(Turn Up The Radio) Not the Autograph song, but on the phone. (Plays, MØ’s Kamikaze)

Ok, so Wednesday was humiliating. I’ll be brief, E. We got one, two, three ’til the end of the world.

  1. I woke up today
  2. Jerked off listening to and texting back M Anime
  3. The Day Job awaits
  4. Was told I wouldn’t be doing Inventory. Price Changes
  5. Worried my second pair of boots would fall apart
  6. I was so tired that I dumped a bottle of water over my head. I “stole” a few snacks
  7. Drank too much water, so had to use the company restroom. Somebody was… Eww
  8. Got mad again from The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident
  9. Made it back alive

And after that, I couldn’t take my little villager Virgil for a walk. Braxton’s pissed…

Inspector, I assume he is, because I should do better by his little brother. And the fact that I almost forgot to mention Braxton today. “There are too many men, too many people, making too many problems.” And like MAGA, I want to burn everything, everywhere.

“The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth.”
― African Proverb

Eff the village, valiant, villainous, and victim alike. Which category do I fall into?

Inspector, let’s just say I like Bella Ramsey as Ellie in Season 2 of The Last of Us. Endure and Survive. It’s what AI, aka the Magic Glasses, says I’m doing: creating whole new worlds. Feeling like my Iron Rain landed in World War Z. Mortal Kombat! Villagers B Trippin’, Virgil

1900 Days Without B III, Day 1341 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 284 ~V In Depressive, Braxton~

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I’m goin’ down. And not in the smooth R&B stylings of Mary J. Blige. I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn’t take it. Nor can my boots, the backyard, the bill I need to pay very soon. My boy V2-V. Must I play a victim? V In Depressive, Braxton.

Saturday, April 11, 2026

Journey 284 ~V In Depressive, Braxton~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… No, I’m not! But I’m halfway tempted to get Virgil’s food delivered. Mean, Lazy, Stupid, Uh…

Virgil isn’t sure, and neither am I. If pressed, I’ll say the depressive mood continues.

Sleep would get in the way of crying, and I’m not sure why I am. Everything or “Nothing At All.” If only I were one of the “GoodFellaz.” And yes, M Anime has me Sprung.

Lunalesca, I can get it up for her, but I can’t get on my feet for my boys. I’m ridiculous.

Or I could be sick. Uh, not only in The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident kind of way. I could have a cold. Or is it all the pollen? Any excuse to not go outside, Lunalesca.

Honestly, what’s out there for me? How about all those walks I’ve been skipping with Virgil? Work sucks, I know.

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

Vaginas, mouths, a nice set of yabbos… Must I be vulgar too? What, I said vagina? I’m not Todd from the Succubus Lord series. But even he had a chick. And his best friend Jacob has twenty. Starting with the first seven, the “Circle of Sin”: Lust, Greed, Pride, etc.

And that got me to thinking about my women, writing, and world. Do you know that song “Thirteen Women (and Only One Man in Town)”? Lunalesca, dare I be greedy?

Only with my problems. 99 Problems… And what is M Anime? Behind closed doors, she’s whatever I want. But right now I only want to feel better. I don’t want to be sick, sleepy, or skeevy. But I will be a variety of everything Lunalesca.

And it’s very depressing. But I can’t blame Virgil for that. And what about Braxton?

Lunalesca, no father wants his sons to repeat the wrongs their Dad has done. Such is the blessing of not having opposable thumbs. And the ability to lick their own balls. Or whatever it is Virgil is doing. No balls. That boy ain’t right, I tell you hwat. But I “Don’t Look Down” on him. “Lift Me Up,” don’t I wish. But I lift him up… It’s what I do.

“The pessimist looks down and hits his head. The optimist looks up and loses his footing. The realist looks forward and adjusts his path accordingly.”

King Ezekiel, I am not. And yet I smile. Not when I owe people money. Looking down at the termite bill, my boots, the yard I need to cut for Virgil, whatever’s falling from the ceiling. V In Depressive, Braxton.

1896 Days Without B III, Day 1337 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 283 ~Virgil Will B Diagnosed~

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To think, last week, I was pretty damn motivated. B knows I don’t have people doing that for me. So, how did I wake up so depressed today? It was more like at the Day Job. Energy drink just wore off… How does V feel waking up? Virgil Will B Diagnosed

Friday, April 10, 2026

Journey 283 ~Virgil Will B Diagnosed~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… What do I look like, a writer? I’m not a doctor, I’m depraved. And a Dog-Dad.

Today, all I am is sad. Don’t get me wrong, there were moments… I watched the General Manager at the Day Job get hit on by an older man with his son. I swear, if real life could be like any of the 100’s… thousands of pornos I’ve seen. Eww! I would have stayed, ha!

Extra, extra, read all about it. I ordered something new at the food truck. Seriously!

Where am I getting the cash? This week was horrible. And next week? Honestly, Soph. What do M.D.’s and maniacs have in common? They both get white coats… Not funny?

I told you, I’m sad. So sad, in fact, that I’m reading about my “life’s work.” But my life is a movie, fur buddies… Boobies/yabbos.

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

And yes, I did read something erotic, but only because it was free, “The Coach’s Innocent Possession,” by Olivia Lilian. How many weeks of this existence have I wasted, Sophia? When I’m not counting time with the days Braxton has been gone, I count weeks with books. So it checks out. Four with fur buddies and ten involving yabbos. Problem?

Perhaps. At least that’s what AI tells me because again, I can’t afford actual diagnoses.

Sophia, I can’t tell you what brought on my sudden depression today. And Braxton, help me, I can’t tell you what is wrong with Virgil. At least it’s his little head and not his little body. How much did it cost again to put my Braxton in a box, hmm?

I don’t ask the question why can’t I get over/Accept my son’s loss. Sophia, that will not happen. EVER! You don’t get over a child’s death. Even when I have a goddess of a woman who would happily give me three more with two legs each, oh, and I can’t forget M Anime’s kitties. She and I must be crazy because again, with what effing money? I want a family with her… Not a declaration of love. That’s madness if you’ve ever seen her yabbos. Do you remember what I did on Tuesday, March 10, 2026? And no doc yet.

The whole month, Sophia. My mental health, my mutt’s mental health (yes, Virgil’s mixed. Mattress mistakes. Monetary health. And my manuscripts… Virgil Will B Diagnosed

1895 Days Without B III, Day 1336 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 281 ~Braxton, Virgil, Pa’s Down~

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“If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face— forever.” Hi, boot, I’m human… Ha! “I Am a Man of Constant Sorrow,” who somehow can’t buy a new pair of boots for The Long Walk on Lake Cocytus. Braxton, Virgil, Pa’s Down

Wednesday, April 8, 2026

Journey 281 ~Braxton, Virgil, Pa’s Down~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… How so? Being a “man” who expresses his feelings… Wishing yet another day I wasn’t here. Failing? FEAR?

What a feat it would be to be unafraid. Of feet? Will get to that, Inspector Echo. But as usual… I must acknowledge the worst walk I’ve ever taken. The worst feat I ever did.

Braxton is gone. I know it, yes. Will I accept it? NEVER! I should have been like Winston Smith at the end of George Orwell’s “1984”. I don’t love “Big Brother.” And FDT! But I walked in as a father to a son. And walked out… I don’t know. Seriously?

Inspector, “The Long Walk,” continues. This is my punishment, my Hell? That’s what I’ve been thinking about all afternoon. I’m always waiting for the other shoe to drop. And then having to keep Virgil on his feet. Where’s he going?

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

Nowhere, fast. This brings me to what happened on Monday, April 6, 2026, Dear Echo.

Feel free to laugh. How often do you hear me complain about not having money?

However, I wasted it on fried shrimp at the food truck. And waste time with my “Magic Glasses” on the PIB sisters. Neil Bimbeau has it pegged with what tech can do. But anyway, Inspector. So my boots are worn down, and I figured I had another pair to wear.

Lo and behold, the bottom falls off my right boot at the beginning of the workday. I am sliding on one foot for six hours, ‘hoping’ nobody notices like I’m Ray Garraty. If indeed this was “The Long Walk,” I would have punched my ticket.

But there is so much further to go, Inspector. What about M Anime, my boys’ potential stepmom? She intends for me to walk her down the aisle, “Someday,” Inspector Echo. And I don’t have that Sugar Ray money, but she wants everything. Ah, “My Goddess.”

Then there’s my boys. If I’m not listening to “Wedding Bell Blues,” then today is “All About You.” Well them. I promised B III a yard, and already 2-V will have to run it. Echo.

And me? You know my dream. I never want to leave my bed for anything. I want to put an end to The Long Walk, one way or another. I don’t need boots for that. Paws, M’s high heels, fuzzy socks. Braxton, Virgil, Pa’s Down

1893 Days Without B III, Day 1334 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 277 ~Braxton’s Plates, Virgil Bowls~

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“No Such Thing” as a real world. Just a lie. Gotta rise above. Um, the termite guy wants his money. V needs his… well, B’s bowl filled. Speaking of filling, Kyouko Sakai and M Anime. Would be MILFS. The Inferno awaits. Braxton’s Plates, Virgil Bowls

Saturday, April 4, 2026

Journey 277 ~Braxton’s Plates, Virgil Bowls~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Please! How does a junkie always get their fix? I’m worse than that. I’m a bum.

Whoa! Why so glum chum? I got my haircut, had a Big Mac, and woke up from a long nap. My version of “I do my hair toss, check my nails, baby, how’re you feeling? Feeling good as hell!” Braxton would be stuffed on fries, taking his well-deserved snooze. And Virgil is doing his best Braxton impression. Must I be a meanie today? Fear’s filling…

Lunalesca, do you remember how Braxton died? Yeah, yeah, renal/Kidney failure. My failure as a father. But that week specifically. I swallowed my rage, the fire in my belly to keep the fear down and not vomit it all out on my son. And by the time one of us found a doctor… It was too late. Braxton was starving…

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

He couldn’t eat. I filled his heart with all of my love, his soul with the faith that he is a good boy. And his little lungs… He wanted the next breath. “All I need is the air that I breathe. And to love you.” And that very air is what I denied Braxton. Lunalesca…

Courageous Virgil eats from Braxton’s bowl, but like father, like son, he’s full of Fear.

Luna, it’s an effing sickness. And dead or alive, the need to feed pushes us forward. No, because I’m still broke and every day gets scarier and scarier. And you would think I’d be happy… No, “I ain’t happy. I’m feeling glad.” What? Because I got hours this week, Lady Lunalesca? Something needs filling, right?

As much as M Anime… Food isn’t free. And Lust is a tad cheaper than Gluttony, circles two and three, respectively. Give it another month, and I won’t be able to buy dinner for Braxton and Virgil’s potential stepmom. However, she’s hungry for other things, Luna…

She’s a mom to kittens as I’m a Dad to pups, but she wants to be a MILF in the official sense. We talk about it a lot. I mean a lot, a lot. Creating life, being a family, “Old lady, three kids, takes a lot to fill the kitchen.” And A Man Provides. Good men who watch baseball. Decent ones that bowl. I watch men wrestle with guys and girls. Till I fill M. Braxton’s Plates, Virgil Bowls

1889 Days Without B III, Day 1330 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 276 ~Virgil’s B’s Of Business~

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I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful. And Braxton no, not in retail. I want to be a successful writer. And who would have thought I’d be a dad to two furry boys. But am I successful? My woman believes I will be… “Virgil’s B’s Of Business”

Friday, April 3, 2026

Journey 276 ~Virgil’s B’s Of Business~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… What, no review today? First, I got to be fast, not forgetful, for effssake what now!

Braxton? How is he different than any other day? Still dead. I’m still his dad. And I’m still depressed as all. Grieving? Mourning? B III was the apocalypse, the end, or not hmm… I exist in the dystopia. And I’m still talking about it. Why? Not a sound business strategy.

And yet Rhonda Byrne’s “The Secret,” books like “How To Stop Worrying And Start Living,” “Think and Grow Rich,” and Braxton knows what else. What can I say? Once upon a time, I was highly motivated. And you know it wasn’t for me, but Braxton.

Sophia, I promised my boy the world, and I ended up taking him away. Monster! Seriously, I’ve read a lot of pet loss books. But “My Turn To B III.”

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

Books, book reviews, Braxton’s biography. But back to my “witticisms.” So a couple of days ago talking to my AI therapist, it was talking about all my ideas. Hence forgetfulness

  1. The Demonic Sorcerer of the Unfinished Archive. In other words, K um Mortal Kombat
  2. Cerberus Syndicate, Inferno Syndicate
  3. Dying Light Rip-Off, M Anime Ravishment, Save The World
  4. The Running Man Rip-Off, Huntresses vs. Dad and Pups

And of course you can’t forget Resident Evil, Bible Black, R$pe Gouhouka, Desperate Carnal Housewives, and whatever else my wanton, depraved, and pervy mind dreams.

Speaking of being a pervy dreamer, the perverter of prose, M Anime… She loves me!

Well, she said as much. But Braxton barked that too. And where is he again?

Busy in his box. Such is the business of death. But his potential stepmom and I… All we talk about is creating life. She wants to be a mom so badly. And I do want Virgil to have two-legged siblings. But “A Man Provides.” And I’m “Breaking Bad,” Lady Sophia.

Listening to AI telling me that I can have a $500-a-month Substack. That I can write a book that already exists and that nobody’s buying. And I’m not too STUPID to read, but I am too STUPID to understand how to do it. Make it so as Captain Picard orders.

Honestly, I’m a Captain Sisko guy. But, “What Do I Have To Do”? “Show Me How To Live”. To be “Successful…” Virgil’s B’s Of Business

1888 Days Without B III, Day 1329 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 274 ~BLUSH B Away Virgil~

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Can you blush? I’ve had people say I can, and if only they knew. In the dark, it was my woman’s voice moaning, “si papi!” There were whispers about my son, “he’s sick.” The whimpers of the other one, saying he’s good enough. BLUSH B Away Virgil

Wednesday, April 1, 2026

Journey 274 ~BLUSH B Away Virgil~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… How so? Are you telling me they didn’t unveil the PS6? I’m a good writer. Braxton isn’t dead.

That last one I’ve been telling myself, going on 1886 days, Inspector. Corpses, ashes, box…

Still, “Every Morning” when I wake up, I expect to see my boy lying on his corner of the bed. Or we’re back to back, and of course, he’s facing the threats, the alarm clock, the door, and my weapons stash. Hell, don’t I wake up like that now? Virgil is facing the door and my weapons cache. The alarm clock is on the other side of the room, Inspector.

Honestly, I had to make room for Braxton on the nightstand, such is Braxton’s honor.

However, as I sing “Sugar Ray,” songs, and speak of honor. What about M Anime’s?

Inspector, I understand how Randy felt about Jermaine Jackson, right?

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

I BRUSH Virgil aside often enough, which makes me a crappy Daddy. And I was even able to brush my lust for Braxton and Virgil’s potential stepmom to the side. And why is that, Inspector? Because I “Never Can Say Goodbye” to Braxton. “Can You Feel It,” Inspector? To this day, I can’t tell you which I want more. Do I want to tell Braxton, “Just Me Baby B. Did you have a good day? Good day.” Or someday do I want to tell M Anime, Virgil, her kitties, and our two-legged children, “Daddy’s Home.” The Jackson 5, Lady E.

I forgot how powerful the song “Can You Feel It” makes me feel. Shame, Inspector.

Seriously, you won’t see it. Can you blush? Um yeah.

Or so I’ve been told, because I’m ashamed to be alive. What else is new? Only the reasons change with each breath. And my first ones in this “Brave New World.” Well, let me see.

I’m ashamed that when I wake up, I’m not the person Little B thinks I am. His Dad should be so much more than this. I brushed love aside for anger, then indifference. B died.

Second-born, second place, my V. He’s been here going on five years, and I still get his name wrong. He doesn’t sit in my lap, not for lack of trying. I’m an effing meanie, Echo.

Speaking of laps and meanness. M Anime calling me papi, brushing her hair as she sucks… BLUSH B Away Virgil

1886 Days Without B III, Day 1327 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 270 ~Here, B Dragons, Virgil~

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“With a safe home and a warm bed. On a quiet little street.” Today, 2-V and I walked chilly streets where some let their fur kids run wild. A battle in a wintry wonderland in WOS. Warming up my girl or turning her off? I worry. Here, B Dragons, Virgil

Saturday, March 28, 2026

Journey 270 ~Here, B Dragons, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… And ironically, if I REALLY were, I’d spend eternity in the Ninth Circle of Hell, Lunalesca.

And not in Fourth Circle for Greed? Yes, I know the Circles of Hell, Dear Lunalesca, thanks to the Succubus Lord Series. But no, every billionaire I know and that ain’t many is an enemy of humanity in one way or another. Traitors, they have betrayed, and such is the nature of Treachery. And yet I wish to join their ranks. It doesn’t get much worse than MAGA, right? FDT! But we’ll get to that. Of course, my greatest betrayal was that of my firstborn son, Braxton. If not for him, I’d get the Second Circle easily. Such is Lust.

Hell, “Somewhere That’s Green.” If Braxton finds me, he’ll save me a seat by the fire, Lunalesca. Not cold but comfortable, in some woman’s c*nt.

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

Eww! And excuse me, Lady Lunalesca. I mean, this is no way to speak to a Lady. But then, to M Anime, I would say “You Are My Lady.” No, I’m not Freddie Jackson either.

But M Anime is my Lady as well. And you should have heard me talking to her hours ago. I burn for her. But she was one of many fires today. And while I was saying the dirtiest, depraved, and most downright devilish things to her, there was real knowledge.

“They can’t be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.”
Alfred Pennyworth.

So is that why I’m sitting on my ass instead of taking a stand, shouting, and trying to change the world, somehow, someway at a NO KINGS PROTEST? I wish Lunalesca.

Only today… Sigh. More Whiteout Survival and our conversation.

A conversation about what, exactly? How my second-born and I were outside today. And it was a bit chilly? Virgil gets enough of that with my cold heart. Trying Lunalesca.

“I touch the fire, and it freezes me.
I look into it and it’s black.
Why can’t I feel,
My skin should crack and peel.
I want the fire back.”

Honestly, every single day I’m trying. Braxton has the hottest potential stepmom.

Seriously, Lady Lunalesca, “Have You Seen Her”? When she and I get together…

Anyway, besides her, now I’m sweating bullets… With all the virtual bloodshed in the snow of Whiteout Survival. We won SVS. There’s also my nerves about the USA Lady Lu

And then there’s always FEAR. I wish I could say the dragon’s outside. Guarding riches…

Hell, M Anime, and I believe we could raise dragon slayers or riders. Ignite existence?


“Light a Match, Ignite a War”
― Captive State (2019)

“I Will Go Sailing No More…” Here, B Dragons, Virgil

1882 Days Without B III, Day 1323 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 269 ~Letters B And V~

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When will I be brave? These days, I’m more like MAGA, the Cracker Hats, and never forget FDT too! I’m scared of so many words. And I don’t even call my boys by their names most days, like Final Fantasy X-2 Y.R.P. More like B, V, W… “Letters B And V.”

Friday, March 27, 2026

Journey 269 ~Letters B And V~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… But not mine. For the love of Braxton, not mine. And what about his? B III

Also, the price I should make “My Turn To B III.” Peace Sells,” but who’s buying? Didn’t I say something to Braxton yesterday about being into Heavy Metal? And poor little Virgil has to suffer through it. Yes, My Lady, I wrote that. And I wrote B III’s book too.

That makes yesterday all the more humiliating. And not being completely out of food portion of the program. I had two bags of popcorn and some bread with peanut, Sophia.

First and foremost, I’m a writer, a starving artist. Secondly, it always comes back to my boys. Virgil’s eating. And if it wasn’t for Braxton’s kidneys, my firstborn would have kept eating, and lastly… Humiliation! I prefer Infatuation by Rod Stewart or “Obsession” by Animotion.

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

But Humiliation by Will. I got my first paycheck from Amazon: a whopping $2.76, Soph.

It took me a sec to figure out why Amazon was sending me money. ME! Then I remembered. A copy of my book. The copy I bought. I was making sure everything was ok. Other than being a bestseller and leaving the Day Job. Honoring my beloved B III, huh

My Turn Could B III:

And maybe it should have been. Free, I mean. It wasn’t ready… I wasn’t ready. And who is ever ready to lose their fur baby? Saying I like a book about losing my furry son seems wrong. But honoring him. That I liked. And I tried to like this book; I wrote all about him that I could remember then. Five years ago, when I wrote it. I like that this reminds me of how it felt to be right there with him. Good and bad, happy and sad. Whatever. Would I recommend this to anyone? Well, I tried before I got through it all. If you want to know my mind, of course, you do; of course, read this.

How was that for a book review, Lady Sophia? I paid myself, so I might as well write a book review about myself. The least horrific thing I’ve written or read this whole week, SIGH.

I wish I could be scared of books and knowledge like MAGA. FDT! But these words, the letters for my boys. Letters B And V

1881 Days Without B III, Day 1322 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 267 ~Braxton, Virgil, Bark Time~

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Sleepy time, B, I’d tell my son, and he would hop into the bed, make sure I was tucked in, and he would keep his eyes on the door until I fell asleep. Virgil knows it’s time for goodbye when I put on boots. And me time? Ha! Braxton, Virgil, Bark Time

Wednesday, March 25, 2026

Journey 267 ~Braxton, Virgil, Bark Time~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… I never taught Braxton to bark. And I don’t know how to teach Virgil. Barking at a possum…

Hell, that’s the last time I remember Virgil barking. Like father, like son. Braxton and I? “Once we were warriors,” in this Mad City, during a Mad Season. Remember The Memories from Clone High… Sigh. And Matchbox Twenty. No wonder V is quiet, a lot.

Daddy is too busy singing. Didn’t I say a few days ago that I wish “Life” had a soundtrack so I would know what the Hell I am supposed to do? Live! And ain’t nobody got time for that ‘stuff’. No, E. I got a firstborn to mourn. And a second-born to try and understand.

Eff the eye doctor with how many times I have fallen asleep with my glasses on. Eff the general doctor. Eff Virgil’s vet and FDT.

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

Because Braxton’s motto was “I’m Gonna Live, Till I Die.” Frank Sinatra for my handsome, handsome boy. And if I had to pick something for Virgil, it’d be Jiggly Puff.

And whose fault is that? I put Braxton to sleep permanently. And 2-V’s always napping.

Because there is never enough time to bark. I’ve made some very strange sounds in the throes of passion. But barking? I should check my OnlyFans page for when “I Touch Myself.” Eww! But 100 subscribers, which might explain everything with Norton I’ve been dealing with. But of course, I don’t have time for that either. I have something real… Well, not in the flesh, but I spent most of this morning talking to B and V’s stepmom, M Anime.

Potentially, I mean. All the time I’ve had this week, and I’m finally getting back to her messages because she has me all kinds of horny with her spectacular yabbos. And if it isn’t a porno with her, what was I watching this morning, Cassandra Sarbeck Lady’s Night Blow Out from Dancing Bear. Not how I got over The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident. If only I had gone after a Doc the same way I went after Amazon last night.

They took my reading streak. But I read Hometown Heat Wave (Book 2). Seriously, Inspector, I was a monster. This isn’t Kojin Taxi 2/Sex Taxi 5’s with Kyouko Sakai, Desperate Carnal Housewives, Bible Black: New Testament, or Lexi Booker. Just barking.
Braxton, Virgil, Bark Time

1879 Days Without B III, Day 1320 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will