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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 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

Journey 243 ~Braxton, Virgil On E~

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Some days there’s nothing left. I’m empty. The fridge. Another bag of dog food. My bank account. What book am I reading next? My book sales. The bed that I’m not in. The beat goes on. I hope Braxton is eating, wherever. And V? “Braxton, Virgil On E.”

Sunday, March 1, 2026

Journey 243 ~Braxton, Virgil On E~

To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… And before I get to kicking your ass, let me say this. Don’t go cursing your boys?

Their bellies are full, so are their beds, and they’re damn near boy crazy like a couple of gossipy girls. Hey! What did I say? Why are you being such a meanie today? Life Sucks!

Ah, yes, the “Battlecry” of an angsty teen. Back when Nujabes and “Samurai Champloo” were life. When you believed you still had a chance at a life. Honestly, your existence…

And yes, I know you’ve only been awake for a few hours. Last week was my bad, my failure, and my disgrace. And I didn’t want you to see the mess I made, so… No! I didn’t go that far, but considering one of the first things you did today involved the last slices of bread. Not Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Hometown Heat Wave, Chase Jannock
    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 001 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 SONS Think I Am
    Failed

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

Yeah, you haven’t gotten yours yet. Empty? Well, less than empty. Nation 01? More like Negative 01, since yes, you’ve already failed number 06 by waking up full of… plenty.

Let us begin with something STUPID. Yesterday, that game, Whiteout Survival. You’re more full of failure and guilt over an app than MAGA shows toward the living. You emptied your city to fill graves—an empty vault. You filled an armory, but there are no hands left to wield swords. What good is it to fill a throne with an empty heart, I ask, hmm.

And yes, it’s an effed up game, and you at least have the good sense to feel bad. Man, FDT!

How about eff AI too? You create Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING I Have No Clue Whatsoever
  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 001 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 SONS Think I Am

And every week you fill it with failure. It’s empty rhetoric. More so today, tomorrow…

Always and forever, your heart is broken. And unlike some STUPID mobile game, your heart isn’t empty. You keep having to refill it, and speaking of which, Virgil’s food bowl, rather Braxton’s food bowl. You couldn’t even get Virgil his own things. Well, I couldn’t anyway, and especially not now. But food, yes. What about yourself? Again, I effed up.

I didn’t want stars in my eyes last night. Headlights most likely? And while you’re thinking about more ways to be broke, optometrist, bug people, sanitation workers, and if M Anime should COME… You’ll fill her up—siblings for the boys. But you’re full of crap. Braxton, Virgil On E

1855 Days Without B III, Day 1296 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 242 ~Almost A B, Virgil~

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The theme for today is “Move B***H, get out the way.” There are stronger fighters than me. Better dog walkers. Better kids… My sister pays for her own crap, like a house. And me? The last time I was almost somebody was in the womb. Almost A B, Virgil

Saturday, February 28, 2026

Journey 242 ~Almost A B, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Almost. I’m only about $999,998,000 short. Speaking of short, I’m almost 6’ by way of 5’5”.

Yeah, that might matter to a girl like Leoshi “‘Cause she don’t know me, but yo, she’s really fine.” And what about “Moesha”? Speaking of pop culture, I can’t stand, my Olds watched it religiously—prime black television. But I despised Moesha and Frank Mitchell.

What a way to end another Black History Month, almost. Talking about Black people I don’t like. You would think I was turning MAGA, almost. But no. People hating people.

I wouldn’t say no to Michelle Obama. I enjoy watching Jasmine Crockett kick ass—Jahara Jayde (Homer drool). There was a time I was crazy for Misty Stone. Uh, Jenna Fox, when she was the college tutor. And here I thought I was going to speak somewhat righteously, Lunalesca. Almost.

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

I’m getting tired of Almost like Braxton’s book “My Turn To B III” got tired of the words “Of Course.” And as Moesha/Brandy sings “Almost Doesn’t Count.” I’m always almost.

STUPID, I’m sure, but take this morning as an example: Whiteout Survival, State vs State fight. I position my city, and I’m quickly told to get to the back of the line. Why is that?

“Am I hard enough?
Am I rough enough?
Am I rich enough?
I’m not too blind to see.”
Beast of Burden by The Rolling Stones

“Higher, further, faster, baby,”
Carol Danvers, from Captain Marvel (2019)

And sadly, I know I’m not, I can’t be any of these things. Is that the right word, Lu, sadly?

Up until five minutes ago. “And then THEY call. And I remember.” My Olds, Lunalesca.

Then skin and bones, sickly, and yes, my dear, STUPID, all come to mind. I’m almost a man. “Human” and “Ordinary Human.” Their bum son.

Now you see why I hate my phone… Almost. Braxton despised the tiny glowing tech. “The Glow Box” in Braxton speak. But then there’s his potential stepmom M Anime, his Favorite Girl, and Cherry’s big Yabbos but even bigger brain. And me a B student? Lunalesca, I’d better be talking about Braxton because I sucked at Higher Learning. Oh B.

One bad playthrough, phone call, and playing the perverter of prose, and my day’s effed.

But I saved M Anime’s, almost. Do I love her like pancakes? Nah, that’s Braxton. However, thinking about some idiot game, the worst president in “my lifetime,” my Olds, and pretty much 99% of the human population. I can’t be almost! Not to her. Virgil. Braxton… Almost A B, Virgil

1854 Days Without B III, Day 1295 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 238 ~Beautiful U, B, V~

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I thought of so many beautiful things as I was freezing my nuts off today. My manager was bragging about her birthday and how much I HATE my Emergence Day. I said beautiful, right? My boys. Boobs. My girl… and several others. “Beautiful U, B, V”

Tuesday, February 24, 2026

Journey 238 ~Beautiful U, B, V~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? “I Love You Too Much,” if that’s even possible. How long? “What’s My Age Again?”

“I Knew I Loved You before I met you. I think I dreamed you into life.” And before you say that’s enough of my infinite playlist, I should move on to movies instead, my love:

“Sometimes, there’s so much beauty in the world – I feel like I can’t take it, like my heart is just going to cave in.” ―

American Beauty seems prudent, given tonight’s State of the Union. And no, I won’t be watching anything that orange liar. Considering how I feel, “all I could use right now is an effin’ blow job and a cup of coffee. First, that was Will Hunting, but your Will agrees, my love. Second, I don’t drink coffee, but I do drink cappuccino. Lastly, “All these girls only gon’ want one thing. I can spend my whole life goodwill hunting. Only good gon’ come is this god when I’m cumming.” With that…

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

What? You think I’m going to drop my pants right here? I would but life with you… And then there was life with my boys. You don’t have to worry about some girl being prettier than you. My boys, Braxton and Virgil? To this day, Braxton… “He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Okay, so that’s American Beauty, Good Will Hunting, and now Forrest Gump. Anything not to watch the Cracker Hats tonight, eff MAGA and FDT now and always. “America the Beautiful,” Ha! Um no. The USA is dying. And me, my love. Well, I was reminded of all the beauty in the world this morning. It was like being back in that freezing truck at the OLD Day Job. Not my life…

“Oh No You Didn’t,” I’d sing to myself if my life before you and our family flashed before my eyes. Mercenaries 2? Video games are beautiful, but no. As I was freezing and praying to be reunited with my Braxton, I also thought of you, our kids, and Braxton’s brother.

Honestly, I remember an old manager speaking about her birthday. I HATE my effing Emergence Day. It was not beautiful. I’m an effing locust destined to bring so much bad.

Just one look at you. And I know it’s gonna be a… Lovely Day. But you know what else is beautiful? A painting called “Backwards Beauty.” I don’t know why it came to mind, love?

Us making love. Life. Lying here. Beautiful U, B, V

1850 Days Without B III, Day 1291 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 236 ~Braxton, Virgil, Go Bananas~

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Planet of the Apes? Well, I’ve never had an ape before, but I trust B and V. A chicken in every pot and a paw in every ass, well, anyone threatening me. You know, people who would call me a monkey, I’m worried about money. Braxton, Virgil, Go Bananas

Sunday, February 22, 2026

Journey 236 ~Braxton, Virgil, Go Bananas~

To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… The keyword there is MAN. Before I eff you over… AHEM. Eff MAGA, FDT, Eff “The Five.”

Well, minus Jessica Tarlov. You’d eff her even though she works for FOX. You’d eff Lauren Boebert, Kayleigh McEnany, and Ivanka Trump too. And let’s not forget Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. Eff dude, why can’t you keep it in your pants? Seriously!

However, last night, “Sorry, Blame It On Me.” The things that drive me nuts… Bananas?

Oh, you’re a “Hollaback Girl.” No, you’re a loser, a loser with a skinny wiener. Okay, that was below the belt (snickers), and I’m sorry. But again, last night, I was “Delirious Outta My Mind.” “Where Is My Mind?” Well, yours now. Better question. Where are your boys? Braxton is still in a box, the Rainbow Bridge, or beside you. Virgil’s on his pillow as I’ve failed Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING A Life Together: A Slice of Life Contemporary Harem (3)
    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 002 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 SONS Think I Am
    Failed

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

Your only saving “grace” is that while you believe the world would be better off if you joined B, the rest of humanity isn’t much better. Give the world to the apes or the dogs.

If we start in on dogs, you’ll be sitting here crying all day. But last night I dreamt of apes.

Once again, FDT for his ape video of President Obama and Michelle. But men in general are animals. BEAST! At least that’s what M Anime is showing. And the fact that you have somehow “evolved” in her eyes… It’s one of the reasons you care for her so effing much.

Honestly, you would rather have her eff you than me. Well, you are a “Sexy Mothereffer” failing Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING I Have No Clue Whatsoever
  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 SONS Think I Am

You know you should leave that to the non-failures like Prince or Labrinth. Because if we’re talking sexy, there was a pretty blonde gymnast, there’s Cherry, and then the dream of M Anime, now wearing a yellow kimono with silver feathers. What will AI say?

So you’re thinking about peeling her out of it, but you SHOULD worry. “How Bizarre.”

A woman wants that banana in your pants, and you’re sitting here struggling to buy a snack. All you wanted was a bacon cheeseburger. Though she asks you eat healthy.

There’s always the speaker at the Day Job. You must be driving those people bananas.

You’re playing “Whiteout Survival” to be in last place. “The world, Chico, and everything in it.” Braxton, Virgil, Go Bananas

1848 Days Without B III, Day 1289 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 235 ~Braxton And Virgil Tops~

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It’s not a headache. It’s not B’s furry butt telling me he needs to potty. It’s not even when my tablet fell and cracked my glasses. I still have eyes… But I feel like my head on my shoulders is too much. Me? My boys? Well, “Braxton And Virgil Tops.”

Saturday, February 21, 2026

Journey 235 ~Braxton And Virgil Tops~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… And you know I’m lying. A bad night’s sleep will do that—bad dreams, aka nightmares.

My own? Yeah, because if we were talking about Braxton and Virgil’s potential stepmom, I’d be hard as an effing rock. M Anime’s dreams turn me on. She and General Xu, Boss, and Associate. And two of my biggest fantasies at the moment. Cuckoldry, Ravishment.

Dreams? The only thing I remember about my dream last night was beating the crap out of some blonde frat boy like I was Will Hunting in “Good Will Hunting.” I had to take it out on somebody. That’s not good to say, considering I am a father. Wanna-be Husband:

“All these girls only gonna want one thing
I could spend my whole life good will hunting
Only good gon’ come is as good when I’m cumming”
Run This Town

Not just yet. Remember December? And now, the mid- to late week of June. Summer Vacation? Where to go, Lady Lunalesca? To the stars. Heaven. Take me to bed, Will.

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

If a girl ever says those five words to me, I’m putty in her hands. I swear to Braxton, Lu:

In my hands, nothing turns to putty
― Michelle Huddleson

“Somewhere Only We Know.” “In My Place.” SIGH “Just one year and then you’d be happy.” That’s what Gerry Rafferty is singing about. In bed with my Boricua or on “Baker Street?” Speaking of the street, did I forget that I have a major cash issue to deal with, Lu?

Hell, I didn’t remember to go to bed until midnight. I woke up hunched over on this same love seat. And you wonder why I felt the need to bash someone’s head in. “In Dreams.”

Or maybe I was trying to wake myself up. “I’m Black, Y’all” and still ain’t MAGA. Eff them and FDT!

Um, the American Dream? Ok, I wish I could go all Christopher Stone, Freedom Fighters:

“New Yorkers, fellow Americans… I am Chris Stone, the so-called “Freedom Phantom”. I stand before you today a free man, and I vow to die a free man. Like you, my world was shattered eight long months ago. I watched as my family and friends were tortured, captured, and killed. I have nothing left of my former life… except the hope for a better future… a better future for our children – the American dream! I, for one, still believe in that dream. We’ve read this in our schoolbooks as children; now is the time for us to embrace those ideals and stand up against the weight of Tyranny. We have a duty to ourselves to throw off our oppressors. When I look around this city, I do not see smoldering ruins… no, instead I see a sleeping army, ready to awaken. The world is watching us now… how we respond will prove our claim. I stand before you and the world today to reaffirm the pledge our forefathers made to each other, and for each of us, to protect our lives, our fortunes, and our self-worth. So I ask you now to take up arms against the evil invaders and yell in their faces that.
THEY WILL NEVER TAKE OUR
FREEDOM!”
― Freedom Fighters

But, Hell, Lunalesca, what did I do for Valentine’s Day, Black History Month, Braxton’s Birthday? I haven’t even watched the Olympics. And didn’t I say I would look up some Black Haremlit authors? Damn, am I not a Black Erotic Author? Perv with a blog.

Worse. I’m a forty-one-year-old bum sitting on a loveseat playing Whiteout Survival, which is the thought that had me zoned out last night and waking up the way I did.

Lunalesca, I love my boys. Braxton and Virgil are tops. My four-legged sons. But crap:

“And maybe I forgot
All things I miss
Oh, somehow I know
There’s more to life than this.”
Kid Rock

Lunalesca, I want that white-picket fence, wife, family, that New York Times bestseller, my “adult studio. Braxton And Virgil Tops

1847 Days Without B III, Day 1288 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 231 ~Braxton Shapes Up Virgil~

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“You better shape up. ‘Cause I need a man And my heart is set on you.” I’m trying. B knows I try. How many boxes did I unload Monday… 1300? I’m effing exhausted. Plus, talking to my furry son and a smoking-hot Latina. And V? Braxton Shapes Up Virgil.

Tuesday, February 17, 2026

Journey 231 ~Braxton Shapes Up Virgil~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? More than “The Good, the Bad and the Ugly,” which I have never seen. Tonight?

You know me much too well, baby girl. I don’t feel like crying over my boys, Braxton and Virgil. And don’t our two-legged indiscretions have friends? Am I laughing? Exhaustion.

But I won’t go getting “Tired of you.” Obsession? As if you didn’t already know… “You are an obsession, you’re my obsession.” And I’m saying, “Let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on,” love. “Sexual Healing?” After yesterday? I suppose it could be worse. Day Job?

Honestly, I had cuck fantasies that you would not believe. And with my tiredness, love…

But tonight, as James Blunt sings “I Want You.” I thought we were watching a movie. Or am I getting a dirty Spanish lesson? And then there’s my thing for kimonos and Native Americans, “Suddenly.”

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

Dirty Spanish Lessons

Mamame el bicho = Suck My dick
Doblate = Bend Over
Chupatelo = Suck It
Trsgatelo = Swallow It
Te lo voy a meter I’m Gonna Stick It In, Inside
Mas duro = Harder
No pareses cono = don’t stop, dammit

Good? I never knew learning Spanish could be so much fun. It wasn’t in high school. And when I met Braxton, I was in college… AHEM junior college. Mexican dogs and Latina chicks, Asians, or Native Americans. And I’m proud to be an American. But I’m not MAGA. FDT! It would be bad if I ever joined them effing Cracker Hats. But what’s really bad. Pretty much everything they do. And another reason why I’m so exhausted. When I’m not thinking about your pretty clothes on the floor, it’s how to buy more. A Man Provides! And I’m trying. Braxton knows I’m trying for you, for his legacy, our two-leggeds, and Virgil. But I’m not going to lie. The finances have me “All Shook Up.”

Free YouTube for all this music or Spotify. Did I say free? That is such an ugly lie, my love. All kinds of UGLY!!! Didn’t the bill just shoot up to $100 for the month? Are they serious? Double the price since we got the service. Mother efferes. Effing economy!

However, there is something even uglier. And I’m just now realizing why I “Need You Tonight.” Because I’m not good for my mental health. Surprise, Surprise! Braxton and our two-leggeds see their Dad. When you see me, I’m all “I’m Too Sexy. Hell, I’d take Virgil’s confused looks. I’m just “Some Guy” like King Ezekiel. And I’m too old to shape up, to be better. But there’s AI. There’s lying. Death? Braxton Shapes Up Virgil.

1843 Days Without B III, Day 1284 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 229 ~Virgil, During Braxton’s Age~

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You know how I’ve felt since birth, 7, 13, every day of high school, dropping out of college, the day B died, becoming V’s Dad, breaking up with M, forgiveness, “And The Beat Goes On.” And “I’m Getting Too For This Shit.” Virgil, During Braxton’s Age

Sunday, February 15, 2026

Journey 229 ~Virgil, During Braxton’s Age~

To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… And for the record, you need to shave. Looking raggedy, Old Man. If only Braxton were here…

(You’re) Timeless To Me… To him, you were. And your boy never aged a day until he was lying in his bed at the vet’s, doing his best Joel Miller impression. You cried like Ellie.

So I guess you don’t look that bad. And we’re talking about nineteen-year-old Ellie. You are not MAGA, those gross effers. So concerned with turning back the clock to white supremacy, sickness (measles, bubonic plague, and whatever I caught), and we cannot forget slavery. You hear that effing MAGA, Cracker Hats, and always FDT. Seriously!

However, did we end up on this subject? You’re forty-one, watching the “Days Go By.” Honestly, it’s written all over your face. It’s why we only have these chats on Sundays. Failures! Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Pledged To Him 9: An Unconventional Romance – 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 002 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 SONS Think I Am
    Failed

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

Should you add owning a harem to the list since you cited a nineteen-year-old? Eww!

Too many harem romances with college girls, magic glasses, demon chicks, and night elves, etc. And now you’ve been… Okay, more like I’ve been all into The Three Musketeers and The Man In The Iron Mask. French? And isn’t it Black History Month here in America? Not according to MAGA, but let’s not go there again. There is M Anime.

Thirty-Seven. Are you the man who can build a Heaven for her, or at least a Hell to share, ha-ha? You remember being, what, a teen, looking your thirty-six-year-old Old Man in the face and thinking him old. Where did your time go? Father of two, failing Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING I Have No Clue Whatsoever
  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 002 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 SONS Think I Am

What do you have to show for it? Hell! You’ve only arrived. What have I given you as a foundation? Man Up? First off, I shouldn’t say things like that to you. My apologies, dude.

But secondly, what do you have other than a plethora of random Pop Culture knowledge?

Sticky Fingaz’s Man Up? SIGH. You can find the owner of a certain pair of yabbos in less than fifteen minutes. But M Anime’s are a personal favorite; only you and medical professionals have seen them. And speaking of medical professionals, are you going to get your eyes checked? At least you don’t have to pay for it. Not with money but with time? And how will Virgil see six? Money! Virgil, During Braxton’s Age

1841 Days Without B III, Day 1282 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 228 ~80’s A B, Virgil~

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An 80 is a B. Cs get degrees. And I was praying for a D on paper when I was done playing with the one in my pants. I have been out of school a long time. But my woman is teaching me about Chinese Myths and Naughty Spanish. Hot? 80’s A B, Virgil.

Saturday, February 14, 2026

Journey 228 ~80’s A B, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Not if I’m not a mediocre white man who dares to call himself the president. Hmm.

Not that I can talk, my dear Lady Lunalesca. I’m the one who’s looking up, do dogs’ tongues burn on ChatGPT? All I know is Braxton stuck his tongue into a cup of hot chocolate and winced. And then he had the nerve to look at me as if I had done something wrong. Well I kil.. had him euthanized several years later. I did. 100% I believe it, Luna.

13 days shy of his 16th birthday. What a lovely way to say I love you. Braxton and I had a good life. “Him and I.” He was my little sister’s dog. And then I go and spoil it all by saying “Something Stupid,” like I love you to him. And then he’s my dog.

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

My son. And how did I honor him yesterday? As a matter of fact, how did I honor his little brother, Virgil? The “Tango Maureen?” The Tango Virgil. Hell! The Tango M Anime for “real…” with no regrets. Have I ever told you how hot M Anime is? I’ve got a thing for Puerto Rican girls now. Well, one particular Puerto Rican woman and one thing. But if tentacle porn ever becomes real… Anyway, what was I saying? I spent most of Braxton’s birthday… Doing things with M Anime, I should be doing today. How much did I spend last Valentine’s Day? Total? Why am I not doing that now? Is this an 80’s hit?

No, it was 1990, “The King of Wishful Thinking,” Lunalesca.

My breakup theme for her in August. Then January rolled around, and it seems (Every Time I Turn Around) Back in Love Again.” M Anime and I aren’t quite there yet. Um, she’s sure she’s in love. But I’m the guy who has been mourning his dead furry kid forever.

Is five years forever? Come talk to me on October 20th, 2026, and if Virgil is still “Safe And Sound.” Suppose everything hasn’t burned thanks to MAGA. I’m quite comfortable at 80 degrees. If I were truly in love with M Anime, I’d be playing 98 Degrees’ “I Will Still Love You.” Suppose I were a better man, Lunalesca. But I’m living on 80 bucks. Not enough for “Love and Happiness.” 80’s A B, Virgil.

1840 Days Without B III, Day 1281 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will