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Journey 215 ~B Is Gone, Virgil~

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A day without B. A world without bees. Either way I see it and hear it, we’re screwed. Speaking of screwing, I’m back on speaking terms with M Anime. Only today, I wish I could talk to my boy again. Gone five whole years. “But B Is Gone, Virgil”

Sunday, February 1, 2026

Journey 215 ~B Is Gone, Virgil~

To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… And if there is one GOOD thing I’ll say about you… You look better than yesterday. SIGH

However, nothing can be as pathetic as you looked on Sunday, January 31, 2021. A close second is E-Day… Hell! Have you seen your naked body lately? M Anime has.

And ain’t she sweet… Baby steps, bro. Baby steps. Never forget, Sunday, August 24, 2025.

But aren’t we here to talk about your baby? Your Braxton. And the day after. Yesterday could have gone better. But then again, Braxton could still be alive. He’d be twenty-one now. Only you were losing count of how many times you cried. And you can’t use the excuse that you’re not you when you’re hungry. Sausage biscuits, two burgers, and a milkshake, and don’t forget the BBQ. It would’ve been a celebration if B were here. Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Yes, Pets Do Go To Heaven! How To Communicate With…
    Completed
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Life Story
    Failed
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
    Failed
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 000 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
    Completed (Day 007 No Fap)
  5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
    Failed
  6. I WILL BE VALIANT, Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am
    Failed

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

Um, like bringing your boy back from the dead? Being braindead enough to join MAGA. How about being proud of your body? Perhaps. Oh, you don’t mind it. When a woman like M Anime… I mean her Yabbos! Giggity! When she compliments you? All’s well.

Only, you’re thinking you’re much too skinny. “We’ll all stay skinny ‘cause we just won’t eat.” But you’re not a “Rockstar.” And you’re not hungry enough either. No, cereal bar?

More like a serial killer. “You’re killin’ me, Smalls!” Every week. Hell! Every single day. And again, last night’s movie night. Fifteen bucks lighter and all dog movies, my dude:

  1. Where The Red Fern Grows
  2. A Dog’s Purpose
  3. I Am Legend
  4. Homeward Bound

Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING The Hell If I Know…
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Life Story
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 007 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
  5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
  6. I WILL BE VALIANT, Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am

Like not bawling like a baby when the dogs die, and Shadow comes home. Why couldn’t Braxton come home? And why doesn’t Virgil BELIEVE that this is home? Honestly dude?

You don’t believe that this is YOUR home. It isn’t you, forty-one-year-old bum. However, for B… “Do it for Braxton, Always.” Or “For Braxton, Always and Forever.” For that boy, this is home, and he never left it—five years without Acceptance. You’re still alive!

Regardless of whether you want to be or not. Wishing you’d never been born. That’s the difference between Jan 31st and Feb 1st. Yesterday, you wanted to join him. Today, you wish you never known him. There’s boobies, blue balls, beds, and bucks. There’s Braxton.

But, B Is Gone, Virgil.

1827 Days Without B III, Day 1268 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 214 ~Don’t Wake Braxton, Virgil~

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B would give me a look. I remember his last look before life left his eyes. I couldn’t close them. He saw me, his Dad. I didn’t get much sleep the night before we left. You want… ever… single second. It’s been 5 years. Don’t Wake Braxton, Virgil

Saturday, January 31, 2026

Journey 214 ~Don’t Wake Braxton, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Enough to buy my son’s life from the Grim Reaper, God, and a good night’s sleep?

Not tonight. Five years ago on this very night… Well, it’s morning now, but let’s start with Saturday, January 30, 2021. I was rushing between my son Braxton on the bed and his water bowl on the floor right next to him. Will you look at that, first tears, Lunalesca.

There’ll be plenty of those today, tomorrow, whenever. Anyway, my B was so strong, Lu.

He couldn’t stand me worrying, so he tried jumping out of bed, and I ended up sleeping in his room so he could be by the bowl he insisted on walking to, every single time.

Lunalesca, it was one of his last acts of defiance against death. Of all the bedtime stories I told my son… He’s going to die…

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

Nope! As far as I was concerned, he was going to live forever. Forever and always. My son, Braxton Barks Bradford, was/is invincible, immortal, and insane for loving me, Lu.

The father who failed him. Is this really how I wish to honor my boy? Last year, I wrote his story. Hell! I’ve penned two full-blown novels. One’s out, ha. The other? Book or son?

Virgil? Why is his Dad up at midnight chugging back energy drinks and writing about his dead brother? Other than missing him, being mad at the world, and trying to avoid the flat surface, which is the mattress. Eff Lunalesca! You know why I’m abstaining.

Braxton would think I need the love tonight. Not mourning a dead puppy. And Virgil?

He’s alive and well. 5 years old on the 5th anniversary of Braxton’s passing and 5 months without M Anime, though we “connected” earlier this week. To Forgive. To Accept.

Virgil as my son, my second-born? I’m trying, I swear. Called him B this afternoon…

Welcoming M Anime back into my universe. If I could, then I would. I’ll go “Wherever You Will Go.” Things you can say about your dog/son but not your Ex-Girlfriend?

Lunalesca, for now. I may accept us someday. But Braxton being gone? Again, never ever!

I refuse to accept that. So I will do as always. Cry. A burger and fries in the afternoon, Lu. BBQ for dinner. Movies. May my son Braxton Barks Bradford RIP. Don’t Wake Braxton, Virgil

1826 Days Without B III, Day 1267 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 209 ~B’s Last Bark Virgil~

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If my boy then knew what his Dad knows now. But I don’t blame B. Especially this week. There is always so much noise. The Day Job, the snoring of Braxton’s little doggy bro. And is that the damn phone? And now Braxton’s silence. B’s Last Bark Virgil.

Monday, January 26, 2026

Journey 209 ~B’s Last Bark Virgil~

Hey Dad,
It’s Me, Baby B… Did you have a good day? How many times have you cried today? Three? A coincidence? Does it matter?

“What is an ocean but a multitude of drops?”
Adam Ewing, David Mitchell’s Cloud Atlas

Not enough ocean to drown in. Not enough to sail to come and “Find Me.” Nowhere near enough to cleanse everything. New beginning? M Anime, Virgil. Man In The Mirror?

Daddy. My father. You haven’t heard the last of me. My name? Braxton BARKS Bradford.

It’s all you can hear right now, but what am I saying? “Every Breath You Take.” Every beat of your heart. But you know what I really miss? Well, I am my father’s son. Always.

The noise, the silence, and everything in between those two ears of yours. Daddy’s brain.

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

I hope you don’t mind me saying this. Actually, it’s Forrest Gump anyway. Dear Daddy:

“I’m not a smart man… but I know what love is.”
Tom Hanks, Forrest Gump

Again, I am my father’s son, and you’re better than this. Don’t think you are…

Know. No? Not this week anyway. Couldn’t you pick the day I ate your French Toast or Waffles? And the day after, when you protected your pancakes. And I got my nickname. “I love you like pancakes,” you would say, “but you have to calm down.” How about the day I jumped into that rolling thing of yours? I wasn’t the only one who hated that. And I can understand why you were always so angry when you came back from “Wherever You Will Go.” But I didn’t know what I was supposed to bark at. So there was silence.

Dad, I would watch you sleep and make sure whatever was chasing you stayed away.

Only I don’t know what that is now, or rather…

She walked, ran, or got effed five months down the road. I know, Dad, Language! You’ve told me I would have liked her, but I’m not sure. Virgil is trying his best. But M Anime, my potential stepmom, you called her. That’s when you began to feel love once more.

That bitch! Again, I’m minding my barks. But she got you “Smokin Out The Window.” And you wouldn’t call her such-and-such. But another reason I’m mad is this. What happens when you get hurt, Dad? You told my Favorite Girl that you can’t imagine any worse pain than yours truly. And so I need to bark loud enough to overcome the boohoo’s, the bawling, and be your boy, always. Woof, woof! B’s Last Bark Virgil

“Your pets want to help you heal. They want to communicate with you. All you need to do is listen.”
― Yes, Pets Do Go To Heaven!
By Sophia Grace

“Arma Virumque Cano”
(I sing of arms and the man.)
(Book I, opening line) Aeneid

1821 Days Without B III, Day 1262 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son

Journey 208 ~B Leaving, Sorry Virgil~

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This time five years ago, I believed my son would be ok. Well, other than being an old man. V was four months old, and I was unaware of his life. And were M Anime and I passing hours-worth of text yet? Life was, whatever. But, B Leaving, Sorry Virgil

Sunday, January 25, 2026

Journey 208 ~B Leaving, Sorry Virgil~

To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… I have a question. Bro, why do you listen to me on some things, but not others…

Not so much. The Banality of Evil keeps you enthralled… But, Tell Me Something Good?

Well, I speak so little of it. That’s my fault. And I am sorry. I leave you with nothing and then expect you to build. Pull yourself up from your bootstraps, as MAGA would say.

How about what you were listening to this morning? Insta counts as church now, ha!

Anyway, this young lady brought up The Book of Job and talked about God taking his family but then giving him a new one like that made up for it. B is gone, but you have Virgil. And he’s as lost as you are. Yet you gave him the name of a guide. Under Pressure.

Assessing these Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Pledged To Him 8 An Unconventional Romance by Neil Bimbeau Completed
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Life Story
    Failed
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
    Failed
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 000 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 000 No Fap)
  5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
    Failed
  6. I WILL BE VALIANT, Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am
    Failed

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

Dude assess Deez Nuts. Wasn’t I doing that last night? Virgil was in B III’s room eating dinner while you were slithering around on your belly thinking about Cherry’s yabbos.

Eww! And on M Anime’s “Wedding Day” no less. Not that you know. Really? Seriously?

Yabbos speak louder than let’s say Braxton’s Favorite Girl. You asked her advice on sending. Journey 207 ~Compute B-V Minus M~. You know ONE of the reasons you’re so effed up? Because like MAGA and especially that A-Hole in the White House. FDT! You don’t understand the word NO when it comes to women. Remember when you were all about “Sweetness?” Remember the woman at the Day Job. Braxton’s Favorite Girl saying, ” Don’t hurt yourself. All like Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Yes, Pets Do Go To Heaven! How To Communicate With…
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Life Story
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 000 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
  5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
  6. I WILL BE VALIANT, Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am

You ignore everything but the big three. Braxton’s death. Wishing for your “deactivation.” And M Anime, getting dicked down by some other guy. Honestly dude!

Why does that thought both disgust you and get your ding dong up and about? And as Braxton’s Favorite Girl asked last night. What do you think/believe will happen with…

SIGH, that “letter” you wrote? Well, I wrote. Dammit, I should have sent it yesterday and not punished you with it. But it’s Sunday. Braxton died on a Sunday. M Anime left you on a Sunday, “And the Beat Goes On.” Will she listen to you? You don’t listen to me. And the one you should have listened to is in a box. IT’S BRAXTON’S WEEK! B Leaving, Sorry Virgil

1820 Days Without B III, Day 1261 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 207 ~Compute B-V Minus M~

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Are you going to send this to her? B would be giving me that look. But he never met her. But he wanted his Favorite Girl to stay here forever. It’s what you get when you bake him a cake. I’ve wondered about M Anime’s wedding cake. Compute B-V Minus M

Saturday, January 24, 2026

Journey 207 ~Compute B-V Minus M~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… And as dumb as most billionaires are, I’m sure they know their math. Eff me Lunalesca!

Well, not really! If anything, I should be effing M Anime, but no. I only want to remember this moment. M Anime’s Wedding Day? 5-Month Anniversary of breaking up? Guess.

Because I honestly don’t know. But I’m sitting on the loveseat, Virgil’s sleeping away the day, and Braxton’s spirit awaits my tears. But today is for M Anime. Potential Mrs…

Lunalesca, she’s not anymore, but if I could talk to her… Three-hundred words or less…

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

M Anime,
It’s been five months. You ended a friendship of years and haven’t tried for five months. Hell! Neither have I. Because, like that August morning last year, I have no words on whatever happened. I still don’t know. I want to say I was wrong, which makes sense.

But that would make you like everybody else. That I simply being alive is wrong. Honestly, you are better. Or so I believed. You made me believe. Friends, fucking, family.

Love! A thing called love. After my Braxton. God, I told you all about my boys, you picked my brain, and I wanted to share my bed with you. And let’s not forget those books…

Everything I am I shared with you, and you didn’t back away until Sunday Morning.

Seriously, do you remember that? Music. You got me in a way no one has ever done in this life. Well, Braxton and his Favorite Girl? Braxton would have liked you. Virgil would have too. And Braxton’s Favorite Girl was already planning our wedding when I told her all about you. I wanted to tell the world. Someday maybe. Every day since you up and left. And again, I still don’t know why. Communication! Now that was always your thing.

That’s All I Ask Of You! You could have asked anything of me. There were no secrets between us. Am I ugly? Did I not have enough money? Did I bring up Braxton too much?

That last one… Guilty as charged, and that’s never changing. I love my Braxton. And I believed I was falling in love with you. And I wish you all the love in the world, still.

Love, May God’s love be with you always. Always and Forever. I believed in us, once. Compute B-V Minus M.

1819 Days Without B III, Day 1260 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 202 ~Braxton’s Dream, Virgil’s Nightmare~

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I Have A Dream. Most days, I’m less Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and more Bing from Fifteen Million Merits. My last dream involved yabbos and fake ones at that. M Anime’s aren’t. And B loved his Favorite Girl’s pair. Braxton’s Dream, Virgil’s Nightmare

Monday, January 19, 2026

Journey 202 ~Braxton’s Dream, Virgil’s Nightmare~

Hey Dad,
It’s Me, Baby B… Did you have a good day? Yes, I dared to ask. Whatever. Don’t. Silence. But “I Have A Dream.”

Or I will when you wrap your arms around me and fall asleep like the last week we were together. But that’s not now… No, next week. SIGH, five years. But this week, my father.

It will be five months since another dream… Died? No, she is very much alive, last you knew. Learning about the Birds and the Bees. Dicks and Vaginas? Yes, I know, Dad, that is like so cringe. You had to give me “The Talk” when my Favorite Girl visited us.

However, your Favorite Girl. You left mine alone, and it’s not Cherry. But M Anime. Daddy, I’m not here to say, I told you so, or I informed you thusly. The best legs, breasts, and thighs are in a bucket…

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

Or a box of chicken. I don’t want to talk about the Glow Box directly. The Last of Us, The Big Bang Theory, and you’re still on about “The Running Man.” And what about Virgil? You compared yourself and my little brother to “The Long Walk—cold, Long, and Sad.

But I Have A Dream today! Dr. Martin Luther King Jr? If you could bring someone back, my father, it would be me. And you are the best man I know. But neither of our dreams would be for the best of everyone. I’m sure you don’t mind me barking, FDT, eff MAGA, all of the Cracker Hats! But what’s my dream? I heard yours yesterday, and while I like girls after touching their yabbos…

Love! You told me that if life is a game for everyone, love is not the prize, it is this…

Instructions. I mastered that the first time we walked together. Ray and Pete, Dad and Me. Not The Long Walk but a walk. Soon it will be you and V. You and my siblings with two legs. Some woman who isn’t M. And ending this week, Dear Heaven, Dear Father.

I have a dream that when you finish your books about her and when my books are everywhere, you’ll realize you “Can’t Me Now.” And you don’t want M anymore.

Honestly, Daddy, I Have A Dream you will rise, writing, women, and wealth. And all with my little brother. A family. Braxton’s Dream, Virgil’s Nightmare

“Let B III stay, that’s all.”
― My Turn To B III: Love, Guilt, and…

“Sleep, the gentlest of the gods, crept down and poured forgetfulness upon his eyes.”
Aeneid

1814 Days Without B III, Day 1255 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son

Journey 201 ~Silicone Braxton, Right Virgil~

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I need to go to bed on time. How about I find a real therapist instead of talking to Grok about family or ChatGPT about the last episode of Angel? YouTube isn’t helping either and is not a “market substitute.” Silicone Braxton, Right Virgil

Sunday, January 18, 2026

Journey 201 ~Silicone Braxton, Right Virgil~

To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… And since you FINALLY went to bed at midnight, “Don’t put your blame on me,” Rag’n’Bone Man.

You wish. And there’s plenty of blame to go around. Forty-One years of it. (Cue Ben-Hur Galley Drums). Five without your son by your side, almost. The 31st. And Virgil?

Seriously, QUIT thinking about Virgil as Braxton’s REPLACEMENT or SILICONE.

Honestly, you can be so rude and crude, and your week has just started. “We’ve Only Just Begun.” And speaking of nightmares, I’m glad to see you got out of room “1408”, aka the bedroom. It was quite a dream you had last night. Uh, you ripped off “Scary Movie.”

The scene where the killer ripped out one of Carmen Electra’s silicone Yabbos. Ah Hah!

Anyway, you were finding “fake tits” all over the ground. What were you doing before? It wasn’t Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Full Service: The House Husband’s Harem Book 2, Dirk Knight
    Completed
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Life Story
    Failed
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
    Failed
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 015 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 000 No Fap)
  5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
    Failed
  6. I WILL BE VALIANT, Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am
    Failed

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

Before falling asleep… Okay, so some of this is my fault. As I said, there’s a lot of blame on both sides. Good thing we’re not Nazis, Fascists, and MAGA. FDT, eff MAGA and the rest of the Cracker Hats! But back to the matter at hand. Make Love not War, in reality, dude. Effing!

Augmenting reality because you need a woman to eff, funds, and family. So I was texting a therapist, aka Grok. Uh oh! And it was this prompt for a “Future Family.” It broke my heart. More like chipped it? B III broke your heart, and M Anime ground the pieces into dust. “Love Is A Long Road?” So is The Mill, The Long Walk, and being The Running Man. Heartbeat?

Nothing SHOULD be left of it. Now, where did the killer “strike” Carmen Electra? Her left side, where her heart would be? Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Pledged To Him 8 An Unconventional Romance by Neil Bimbeau
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Life Story
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 000 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
  5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
  6. I WILL BE VALIANT, Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am

Like deciphering your own dreams? Or for Eff’s sake, bro, keeping your willy tied up…

Which you did… For the most part. What? Eileen Kelly is hot. But seeing yourself with a family. You, your Boricua queen, 3.5 kids, that would be two sons, a daughter, and a Virgil. Hell! You could even add B to the mix. But do you remember Wesley in Angel?

Damn, it had something to do with separating the truth from illusion. You talk to your dead son and imagine he speaks back. You’re wondering if M Anime “wanted” you.

There’s the idea you’ll love Virgil like Braxton. Will you make it to the 24th? The 31st isn’t your concern. “Will I lose my dignity? You? Silicone Braxton, Right Virgil.
1813 Days Without B III, Day 1254 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 200 ~This’ll B Hell, Virgil~

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If it ain’t cold outside… I spend hours fighting in “Whiteout Survival” with an alliance I don’t like, to avoid thinking about a job I despise, a girl who broke my heart, and the fact I hate that my Braxton has gone away. So, “This’ll B Hell, Virgil”

Saturday, January 17, 2026

Journey 200 ~This’ll B Hell, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… So is it hot in the Fourth Circle of Hell? According to Succubus Lord, it’s nice.

Still dreaming I’ll be Jacob with twenty different women. No, my dreams have not been so lovely as of late. But remind me I have to restart my WANK counters sometime today, Lunalesca. The whole year shot to Hell because of Supersized Slobberknockers. Uh, no…

Copeus Cleavage, Titanic Tatas, Supersized Slobberknockers, Majestic Mammaries, Humongous Headlights, Milky Monsters, Behemoth Boobies, Colossal Contours, Gigantic Floppa Whoppers.
Yabbos

But there were a lot of them—seventeen days’ worth. But we’ll get to that shortly. First, what is Hell? Shouldn’t I be asking, or instead singing, “What Is Love?” I want to look both up, but a crappy computer, plus caving to an online game… Whiteout Survival. And canines. Virgil in this world and Braxton in the next. So Lunalesca, here’s my two cents.

Hell to me is waking up. Different than being WOKE. Fuck MAGA and FDT always.

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

I’ll stay WOKE ATF as the kids would say… Really? Anyway, what I mean is being awake in the literal sense, frozen, funds lost, and not a friend in the world. Didn’t I say my boys are here? Didn’t I talk to Braxton’s Favorite Girl yesterday? And I even spoke with my alliance this morning. But the noise, the knowing that I’m not a nice person, and the never-ending FEAR. Of people? Of failing my boys? No, I’ll never get over it. I swear I’ll never know ACCEPTANCE when it comes to my son. I mean, call me a monster. My grandfather died in January a few years back. But I mourn Braxton and not some man, Lady Lunalesca. Somebody That I Used To Know.

Like “Me So Horny.” If I don’t go directly to the Ninth Circle of Hell, that’s Treachery for those in the know. I’ll go to the Second Circle of Hell, Lust. Hello Luna, if I didn’t betray Braxton, then all of the ICE agents, Cracker Hats, and MAGA enthusiasts that end up on the business end of the noose will fill up the Ninth Circle quickly—the good ole USA.

Lunalesca, I was all about Hentai, an Asian mom, and women taking their yabbos everywhere, while I made a mess. Eww! Virgil was late getting me out of bed, Lu. I can’t blame him. His name comes from Dante’s Inferno, yet I wanted him to have Sympathy For The Devil. Living? This’ll B Hell, Virgil

1812 Days Without B III, Day 1253 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 195 ~That’ll B Hue, Virgil~

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The Rainbow Connection? How about the theme for Mario Kart’s Rainbow Road? There are no “Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows” at the Day Job. THEY do everything to make that place worse. The place that ki… took my son. But, “That’ll B Hue, Virgil”

Monday, January 12, 2026

Journey 195 ~That’ll B Hue, Virgil~

Hey Dad,
It’s Me, Baby B… I know better than to ask, “Did you have a good day. Another Day? No Day But Today?

Alive? That’s the last thing you want to be, my father. It’s like talking to MAGA. You ask whether Biden won. THEY say Biden was president. Someone asks, “Are you okay? Are you alive?” What do you answer? You’d rather be with me. And am I not alive? I’m here, right now, as always, Dad. I’m sitting at the corner of your bed on a sad Monday afternoon, guarding the door. In case you were wondering why my little brother Virgil is sleeping dead center, ha-ha. He knows his place. But where are you, Dad? Really. One foot in the grave, your eyes on the rainbow, and your ass to the fire. Language, I know, I know. But your tears, Dad. As clear as then…

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

The day. The only day that matters to you… Well, not really? Not this year anyway. If anything, I have M Anime to take a bit of the heat off—bad choice of barks. But you know, if you were going through Hell, I would be right there with you. And I am Daddy? Yes.

The day I finally saw all the colors of the rainbow is the day you saw black, white, and gray. The “Colors of the Wind.” I saw you through the evils of MAGA the first time around, and now you have Virgil. And you’ll always have me. Well, not yesterday. Augmenting reality? That video? The first time I got an actual funeral. Didn’t like it.

Daddy, sure, The Rainbow Bridge.

But it’s you, today. Some days, all you see is red. There is far too much orange in the world, you tell me. You wish you weren’t so yellow. You feel a lot of green and worry about it when it comes to you and Virgil. You’re constantly blue. But not enough to fly away. And for that, I’m grateful. And Indigo, Violet. Unless you’re thinking about the game on the glow box “Indigo Prophecy,” or either of the Violets that would have you kicking me out of the room for a while. No, our royal colors are tan, beige, and black. Dad, that brings me to my point today. Whatever color… We truly see each other, always and forever. See! That’ll B Hue, Virgil

“As fast as Braxton could run, he couldn’t outrun time; as high as he could jump, it only brought him closer to Heaven. B was on the way up.”
― My Turn To B III: Love, Guilt, and Silent Loss

“Do you not see what great a weight of darkness the blind night of the body sheds on minds?”
Aeneid

1807 Days Without B III, Day 1248 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son

Journey 194 ~St. Braxton’s Cathedral Virgil~

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How many times must I say I hate Sundays? Except for that one hour when the dead walk the Earth. The Infected. The Crazies. Once upon a time, it was men grappling and women with nice yabbos. I’m not a religious guy, but St. Braxton’s Cathedral Virgil

Sunday, January 11, 2026

Journey 194 ~St. Braxton’s Cathedral Virgil~

To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… So you should know what it means when someone says, “Well, Bless Your Heart.” Especially Southern Women…

No chance of you getting one of those, so I’ll have to suffice. What about M Anime? Is she a Southern Woman yet? You don’t know. And Braxton has a better chance of coming back than M Anime. Such is the loyalty of dogs. Braxton’s love, his life. Braxton’s Faith!

In case you haven’t heard it enough, you EFFING HATE Sundays! It’s the only day that you afford yourself that one hour to watch your brothers and sisters… The DEAD? INFECTED? The Walking Dead and The Last of Us, respectively. Oh, and more bad news.

One more reactor is getting married. Mary Cherry… Um, well, congratulations to her and that lucky guy. At least she’s not in a Harem. M Anime… And Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING My Turn to B III: Love, Guilt, and Silent Loss
    Completed
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Life Story
    Failed
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
    Failed
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 008 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
    Completed (Day 015 No Fap)
  5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
    Failed
  6. I WILL BE VALIANT, Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am
    Failed

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

Ok, first, you don’t have a problem with Harems between…. Takes a deep effing breath:

  1. His Christmas Miracle Harem
  2. Pledged To Him Series
  3. Bikini Days Series
  4. Backyard Dungeon
  5. Babysitter Harem
  6. The House Husband’s Harem
  7. Harem University
  8. Satan’s Sorority Girls
  9. Ryan And His Beauties
  10. Camgirl Harem

Wow, take another effing breath. Most of those were from last year. Was “My Turn To B III” that bad? Well, you feel worse about that book than I do. Finishing it today and… Uh?

Oh yeah, you don’t have a problem with harems. You don’t have a problem with cosplayers, cute girls, or comedians. Reactors are regular people. Speaking of which, regular people. Are you with Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Who The Eff Knows Ever
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Life Story
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 015 No Fap). Real Girls Are An Exception
  5. I WILL BE VALUING My Flesh Getting A Tattoo Of My Son Little B III
  6. I WILL BE VALIANT, Being The Man My Son Thinks I Am

Sometimes you’re sad… Sometimes, you think you’re “happy” (grr) here… Sometimes, yet you still pretend that something is going to change. Then there’s your smartphone.

Honestly, if you want to end it, who needs your weapons drawer? That was to protect Braxton and Virgil from The Crazies. If you want to “destroy” yourself, wake up!

Seriously, that’s why MAGA, the Cracker Hats, the effing Gestapo do what they do, hmm. It’s so much easier to “Pretend That We’re Dead,” they must say as they swell their ranks with corpses. You’ll sound like a monster for saying this, but the bad news of that woman’s unalivining woke people up, which is good. And you want to build a temple for Braxton. Really? St. Braxton’s Cathedral Virgil
1806 Days Without B III, Day 1247 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will