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Saga 268 ~I’ll B Angry Virgil~

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If I were to write about everything making me angry… That’s another book, a way to stay awake or WOKE. And it is libel to get me arrested at some point. But yeah, I’m angry. Like The Hulk, I’m always angry. Mostly at B being gone. I’ll B Angry Virgil

Sunday, March 26, 2023

Saga 268 ~I’ll B Angry Virgil~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now. And even if that makes me a horrible “human being,” it’s better than you… Well, horror movies.

And before you forget, as I did. You should watch “Making of The Last of Us.” If anything, that’s the least of what’s making you mad today. And you did wake up angry… again. As always, it begins with one single truth. Braxton is dead. Father to a murdered son and all that. And you’re the one that did it, so… well, you signed the papers anyway. Always remember. After that, everything should be easier to deal with. But you don’t want to, ha. Now before you turn all selfish, there’s Virgil. How terrible are you? Your side hurts as he lies against it. The way he’s breathing is much different from Braxton’s. You remember how he’d hack in fear for days… Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING “Carry On: Reflections for a New Generation” John Lewis
    Completed
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Albums (One Day)
    Failed
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
    Failed
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 079 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Completed (Day 086 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

That was one of his he needed to get over. But you? It was only last night; I was looking at the PetSmart where I got him from. When was the last Saturday I visited? Humiliation? The knowledge that I wasn’t the right person for Virgil. Hmm? What about you, though? You’ll have a hard enough time dealing with people this week. And to think I wasted most of yesterday trying not to think about today. Even though the Day Job schedule is in black and white, you were expecting a phone call. Speaking of which, is it eight yet? Outside? Oh, what? You’re that eager to take off your pants… effing edging? I wasted fifteen bucks. Titties on OnlyFans. No tits, and wanting to see Cherry’s. Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING A Black Women’s History of the United States (5)
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Albums (One Day)
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 086 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 getting over The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident on January 11, 2022. Or The Cherry Collision Thursday, February 16, 2023. You have to say that at least once a week. I did snag you some vitamins to try. You would have preferred a sex toy. And what about some actual food for the week? You’ve had pepper dogs and onion rings for two days, ha. And that’s the biggest thing. Well, other than your Enormous Penis… Okay, I’ll stop, hmm. Save that for OnlyFans. At least you fixed things with that woman. Eight out of ten, she says, on your dick. The only affirmation you’re getting today, all because of effing anger. Tomorrow it’s not going anywhere. Today, sitting in bed. I’ll B Angry Virgil.

784 Days Without B III, Day 225 of Virgil’s Arrival

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Saga 267 ~The Spelling B Virgil~

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Call it a Republican tendency, but I ain’t getting any wiser. From The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident and The Cherry Collision. To folding pants. At the Day Job. And what about looking after a fur baby whose name is? The Spelling B Virgil

Saturday, March 25, 2023

Saga 267 ~The Spelling B Virgil~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now. How many times have I said that? When did I start? Billionaire? Nope! ANGRY, STUPID, HORNY.

Or more like Anxiety, Angry, and Annoyed yesterday. And here I am, lost on Sunday. Sunday, Bloody Sunday, as U2 sings. But for different reasons, of course. I hate Sundays. And no, I’m not late talking to you, Lady Lunalesca. Although next week… who knows. If anything, I know that today I miss my boy. Fuck! I miss B every day that ends in Y. Braxton died on Sunday, January 31, 2021. Did I tell you History’s my favorite subject? Only it makes me Angry. And I could go in so many different directions with that Lady Lunalesca. So I’m avoiding YouTube, Yahoo, and the yokels down in Florida. The Olds are there with the nephews, Disney World, Universal, and everything. I miss Spring Break.

While I sit here feeling STUPID for no particular reason. And then plenty of reasons. Lunalesca, I’m glad I read George Orwell’s 1984 before it got banned. America, America. As the song goes, “This Is America.” Now while I was no good with music, Reading was a… subject in school. Yeah, like Rosa Parks was only a woman that sat on the bus, Lady Lunalesca. I’m not STUPID. That’s what I want to scream out. But Lunalesca, you know what? Sometimes, I like to think I’m not a liar, either. That’s why I was gone for a little bit (sigh). I was reading about a family that has everything because they’re funny. There was AI. Oh, and some “Succubus Lord.” The Power of the Penis.

As Todd would say in that series. I’m pretty STUPID because I’m so effing Horny. Lunalesca, I went back from fucking to effing? One of many things I’m not sure about at any one time. Like Pornography… I was about to say I was an effing genius when it’s XXX. But I couldn’t even spell the word. I’m no good with math. Money and titties. Lunalesca, how much money did I spend this morning? None! But tits are so persuasive. And if I were any good at writing… I might have some smashed against me. What about if I listened to Bukowski instead of Hemingway? “So You Want To Be A Writer?” More like studying Anatomy. Spell Virgil instead of Freeloader. The Spelling B Virgil

783 Days Without B III, Day 224 of Virgil’s Arrival

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Saga 261 ~I’ll B Annoying Virgil~

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What really annoys me? Air. Being a black man in America, I shouldn’t say that. But I continue to breathe in and out. I listen to members of the GOP that… um, anyway. B III, of course, is missing out, but what is Heaven? While I’ll B Annoying Virgil.

Sunday, March 19, 2023

Saga 261 ~I’ll B Annoying Virgil~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and you are… well, you want tacos. What’s one more thing not to share with Virgil Vivi?

I shared with Braxton all the time. And look where that got him. I’m sure Virgil doesn’t want to hear about it. Well, that is, if you REALLY talked to him at all. Today or tomorrow? At the moment, you’re only annoyed with yourself, to be honest. Or with me. Apologies. I didn’t learn from The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident on January 11, 2022. Oh No. That led to The Cherry Collision Thursday, February 16, 2023. And yes, you’re still sick. To think, brave people, brainy, and God knows better, would be recovering somehow. You hate wearing a watch because you’re clocking your time in Hell. What? 777 days? There are your pendants of Braxton. Oh, your hoody or Linus’s blanket. And Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING “How to Be an Antiracist” by Ibram X. Kendi
    Completed
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Albums (One Day)
    Failed
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
    Failed
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 072 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Completed (Day 079 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

Like everything you wear to “act right,” it’s annoying to report my failures every Sunday. And, yes, these are my failures, but Hell! You’ve already failed six, getting out of bed this morning. You won’t have the time for five. Again look at the watch. Sit still! Four was you annoying Virgil by kicking him out of the bedroom. I uploaded all those movies yesterday, and you took advantage of yourself… But like Norah Jones sang out. “I don’t know why I didn’t come.” There’s no time for three, either. And even if you had the whole week, you wouldn’t do anything. As for two, didn’t I say I uploaded new porn? Who are you, Lou effing Bega. Talk about, One-hit wonder… Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING “Carry On: Reflections for a New Generation” John Lewis
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Albums (One Day)
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 079 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

I like Rebekah, Scarlet, Chanel, and Audrey, A little bit of… It’s annoying being pathetic. How about downright STUPID when it comes to M Anime and Cherry? There’s B’s Aunt. And what do you want me to tell you? I’ve read from two highly educated and influential black men. Yeah fuck you Ron DeSantis. And while we’re on the subject fuck Donald Trump too. Do you want to know what else is annoying? Hoping Trump will get what’s coming to him. Only did he ever kill a fur baby? If you weren’t looking up porn. You might know these things. But besides that, you’re looking up medicine and the time. How much does Virgil have? Will you love him like Braxton? I’ll B Annoying Virgil

777 Days Without B III, Day 218 of Virgil’s Arrival

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Saga 260 ~It’ll B Saturday, Virgil~

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I complain that I don’t have time, and when I do, like today? Hell! If I treated every day as if I were looking for B III. Oh, he’s right there on the nightstand because Virgil… sigh. Had one messed up Saturday 217 days ago. It’ll B Saturday, Virgil.

Saturday, March 18, 2023

Saga 260 ~It’ll B Saturday, Virgil~

“It is an awesome feeling to know you are about to change someone’s life forever.” Tomorrow, When the War Began

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now. When will be the day I won’t have to lie about that? I’d be a Republican.

Lunalesca. That means either a; I’ll always be lying about history. It’ll become all 1984. Then there’s B, as in billionaire, big breasts, maybe even bringing back B. Futurama (sigh). Didn’t I talk last week about being forgetful? And now the things being remembered, Lu. And no, I can’t blame St. Patrick’s Day. The only thing I was drinking was my tears because my eyes hurt. And holding back gushing all over… well, I know a lot of pretty girls. Ha! Um, knowing them might be subjective. Even this morning’s conversations Luna. There was a time, Lunalesca, I would already be up and about, looking for Braxton. Today’s without purpose. The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident on January 11, 2022. And The Cherry Collision Thursday, February 16, 2023. Will I quit?

If I’m going to keep going back to those days, along with Sunday, January 31, 2021. And Saturday, August 16, 2022. Again I ask, which day will I become a billionaire? Oh, look at the time. Hell! Whenever I think about time, it’s between being sick and healthy, Lady Lu. You know Lu. I still hate that Stevie Wonder song “Someday at Christmas.” We don’t need “it” at Christmas but now. Right now! Health, Happiness, and Hedonism. But I can’t have that. If anything, like I, said last night. I’d settle for being naked in bed, eating a hot bowl of chicken noodle soup with a Sprite. Give me a slice of Strawberry cake for dessert too. But it’s Saturday or Challenge Day. Well, my ass is kicked. Yet again.

“Nothing’s difficult. Everything’s a challenge. Through adversity to the stars. From the last plane to the last bullet to the last minute to the last man – we fight. WE fight! We FIGHT!” – Joe ‘Lightning’ Little, Red Tails (2012)

More like getting punched in the dick, Lady Lunalesca but TMI? Jesus effing Christ. Lunalesca, did Virgil think that when I “chose” him? I keep having to remind myself of the brown fur around his eyes. There are the three black spots… reminders of Braxton, And I remember telling Braxton’s Aunt. It was like Braxton himself spoke to me, Lunalesca. “Daddy, I can’t make this more black and white.” I should go all Michael Jackson, Luna. I was about to make a crappy joke about Michael. But then, how much was MJ worth? How about at the moment? My Braxton is worth everything. And on a Saturday morning, I watched it slip from these hands. Another Saturday, I effed up Virgil Vivi’s Universe. And for today? It’ll B Saturday, Virgil.

“I said if you’re thinking of being my baby
It don’t matter if you’re Black or White
I said if you’re thinking of being my brother
It don’t matter if you’re Black or White”
Michael Jackson – Black or White

776 Days Without B III, Day 217 of Virgil’s Arrival

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Saga 254 ~B Quiet, Virgil’s Watching~

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Braxton’s brave enough to face the rain, but Virgil? If 2V got a B III’s quality, I’d hope it’d be bravery and not wanting an empty belly because… Only V’s two, and B was/is fifteen (eighteen). I’m no role model, either. “B Quiet, Virgil’s Watching.”

Sunday, March 12, 2023

Saga 254 ~B Quiet, Virgil’s Watching~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now. But you can’t even afford a babysitter… dogsitter, whatever. How you need one right this second, hmm.

Keep in mind if this were Braxton… A few things about that. Virgil ain’t Braxton. Inevitably, he wants to be. Hell! You wish you were as well. Braxton’s Smart, Strong… And unfortunately, you didn’t wake up as a Spirit today. Sorry I continued to exist. Saturday night… yeah, I was all kinds of sick. The Cherry Collision. And this morning? Again, if it were Braxton, it would be more emotional than physical. A fucking illness. Only the more things change, the more they stay the same? Remember Braxton’s pain and panic. The fact he wasn’t eating. And now Virgil leaves an uneaten treat… not again. I hate to say it… well, not really. But you’re acting like a real dick. Too early. Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING To Be Determined Mesmerizing Caroline 2
    Completed
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Albums
    Failed
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
    Failed
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 065 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Completed (Day 072 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

Is Virgil following your lead? I was so in love with dying while Braxton lived. Only it was the soul. And for him, it was his small body with a good heart. Kidneys? Dammit! It’s “Times Like These” I wish I had stuck with becoming a veterinarian. Ha-ha. It’s not like I had role models, okay. As “H” put it, “role models, role models.” Okay, stop. Now you’re thinking about getting in some girl’s pants. Did you have to mention pants? The only reason yours are on is that Virgil was crying. And for what? Do you even care? Because you didn’t when it was Triple B. And look where that got him. And you? All you care about is Triple X. Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING To Be Determined “How to Be an Antiracist” Ibram X. Kendi
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Albums
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 072 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

At this rate, you should include, being Johnny Sins. Not rushing around sick in one hour. How about paying off some OnlyFans girls. Or thinking about two English vixens, etc. Then you wonder why Virgil is freaking out. He’s quieted down now. So did Braxton. But of all the lessons Braxton could teach the freeloader, usurper, um, Virgil. Being mean? Think of what you have to do today for Virgil’s benefit? You’re being a selfish bastard, though, looking at the clock. It’s only been forty-five minutes. Shows you’re, um, pathetic. “But I’m not crazy. I’m just a little unwell. I know, right now, you can’t tell.” As the song goes. Any advice? Be as your son. Alive, not dead. Good Luck. B Quiet, Virgil’s Watching

770 Days Without B III, Day 211 of Virgil’s Arrival

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Saga 253 ~To B Forgetful Virgil~

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I look to Braxton’s bowl, not Virgil’s. There’s the corner of the counter where there are B’s meds. In the fridge, there’s a bag of Braxton’s food. It’s a few years old. But yeah, I got Virgil. And what else is on my plate? To B Forgetful Virgil

Saturday, March 11, 2023

Saga 253 ~To B Forgetful Virgil~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now. That doesn’t buy… “just one peaceful night… a clean conscience.” Choosing to remember or forget, Lunalesca?

Dog food? I still have a bag of Braxton’s sitting in the fridge. Meanwhile, I’ll probably have to Doordash more for Virgil. Sad to say, it’s not that I’m lazy or that I even forgot. No, Lady Lunalesca. It’s that I just don’t care. Well, I’m not letting him starve, am I? But you know how people were all WWJD. “What Would Jesus Do?” Whatever happened to that Lady Lunalesca? Fucking GQP! And what’s that new group that’s out, “HeGetsUs.” Anyway, as I say BLM, Braxton’s Life Matters. WDBN or What Does Braxton Need, Lu. With V, it could be I’m a selfish bastard. Or a terrified one. I got more of the prescription deodorant. I’m sure nobody’s forgotten my Humiliation at my granddaddy’s funeral.

I then fall back on my son’s death as the worst thing I’ve ever done. Talk about emotional support. And what about the fact that I haven’t changed his picture in months, Lady Lunalesca? Don’t I miss him? And do I want Virgil to join him? I need medication. But so does Virgil. I was talking to Lady Sophia yesterday about Virgil lying here. Annoyed? You bet I am. When I wake up, I want to forget who he is and imagine he’s B III. That’s something else I can’t forget. Every morning, realizing I haven’t joined B wherever he is. Did I forget that I’m not going to Heaven? Condemning Braxton to Hell, Lunalesca? Hell! I forgot how to live when I turned seven.

“What in tarhooties” became “what the hell?” And now, “What The Fuck” am I doing? Well, other than wanting to fuck. I have three rubber bands on my wrist Lunalesca. Comedy comes in threes, so say they. But in all honesty, I wear two because of my bandanna. In the time of COVID and I needed to make it back to Braxton no matter what. Only with The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident on January 11, 2022. And The Cherry Collision Thursday, February 16, 2023. Dammit! I’m sick. Drugs, Disease, Death? Lunalesca, the third rubber band, reminds me of all the tits I ain’t seeing. I got videos; Cherry, Starlets… I wish I had more of Somebody That I Used To Know. To B Forgetful Virgil

769 Days Without B III, Day 210 of Virgil’s Arrival

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Saga 247 ~My Last B, Virgil~

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“I will not accept a life I do not deserve.” Um, if I were in the GOP and enjoyed effing people over. If I were Johnny Sins, effing hot chicks. If I could write like Eric Vall or something like Mesmerizing Caroline. No! My success, My Last B, Virgil.

Sunday, March 5, 2023

Saga 247 ~My Last B, Virgil~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now. But why is that your definition of success? Should you worry about being WOKE? Um, not really.

But as far as getting your naked ass out of bed… Any advice on that? Pick one day out of the week to rest. Again, sleep naked, get eight hours, and as if you need prompting. Ahem, Get Ur Freak On. Ain’t that a modicum of success? As if you were B’s dad or BFFF. And I’ll never say I was great at that. Every morning I woke up saying, “I’ll do my best,” ha-ha, at least when it came to my son. To think Braxton was the greatest success. Without him, what comes next? To raise a good man… Considering how he was with his Aunt Carolina. But at the end of the day, he did the impossible these days. Love. Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Mesmerizing Caroline The Beginning (Imogen Linn)
    Completed
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Albums
    Failed
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
    Failed
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 058 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Completed (Day 065 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

And at best, you’re a C-student. See, “Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money. Dollar dollar bill, y’all.” Oh, of course, coochie… Good for you not using the other C-word. I read “Mesmerizing Caroline” last. Um, a girl being bathed in cum… okay. (Breathes) I was only trying to get a D in some math class at one time. All so my “Dad” wouldn’t beat my ass. I’ll tell you the things you’re going to do with this week in existence. But it’s so sad that you’re already failed this week. I got 2V to walk downstairs all so he can have more space, and what does he do? Pisses on the carpet. Doggies! Locking him up, so what about Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING To Be Determined (Ibram X. Kendi?)
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Albums
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 065 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

Fuck you, dude. You spent almost three hours dicking around, literally. If you didn’t have your dick in your hands, it was talking to M Anime or Cherry. Fucking everything. Problems? No! Your own failures. What’s pissing you off at the moment though so dumb. Remember how I’ve spent these last months trying to find the perfect song for Spotify? Your year of music? Only how did you fuck this up? What incredible song selection did you choose? Butterfly by Crazy Town. Because all you could think of or with is your fucking dick. Was it always like this? After Braxton died, there was nothing. Finding him a mom was the last thing on my mind. Your existence; making the grade? My Last B, Virgil

763 Days Without B III, Day 204 of Virgil’s Arrival

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Saga 246 ~Virgil, To Be Delivered~

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The last thing at the door… the “worst” Buffalo Wild Wings I’ve ever had. What happens when I stop singing Aceyalone’s “I Can Get It Myself?” If I had my way, the whole damn world would be delivered. “Love and Happiness?” Virgil, To Be Delivered

Saturday, March 4, 2023

Saga 246 ~Virgil, To Be Delivered~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but like the song, “I don’t care too much for money. Money can’t buy me love.”

If you considered last night… $36.00 for subpar food. Now, didn’t I write off Arby’s and Jack’s? Add Buffalo Wild Wings to that list. Braxton wouldn’t care. His dining habits. That’s yet another regret I have when it comes to his death. That Sunday, I should have let the vet dose him and let him eat everything he wanted: fries. But no, Lady Lunalesca. I took my son straight to Heaven, the Rainbow Bridge, or wherever. He’s always stayed. Considering how I continue to mourn day 762. I don’t seek salvation for my crime. Lunalesca, if there is one thing I know. Triple B wants to be wherever I am. To quote Eminem, “I’m goin’ to hell, Who’s comin’ with me?” Nobody else, Lunalesca, hmm?

Hell! One more reason for me to stay alive. Like when I’d be asleep, and B III would watch over me. Then we’d sit in the den, and it would be my turn to look after him. And now what? I wish I could say I delivered on my promise to wake up early, Lunalesca. Billionaires wake up when again? I didn’t get out of bed until 5:00. But I can’t say I’ve been productive. Destiny Cuban, Lucy Tyler, and Sabrina Carpenter wearing lingerie. Lunalesca, give me some credit. At least I’m not paying for porn. I was doing the math all of yesterday, besides paying for Wi-Fi. Deliver us from evil? I wish, but I’ll have to go outside today. I want Pepper Dogs.

I want a world where money is delivered to a bank account. And I don’t have to do something I hate. So why aren’t I writing? I hate to say it. Kanye was right, Lunalesca? Slavery is a choice… At least when it comes to my Day Job. Deliverance, Destruction? Yesterday I did throw away some things related to The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident on January 11, 2022. And The Cherry Collision Thursday, February 16, 2023. Lunalesca, I wish I could have drugs delivered. Two more days to see me healing… There’s also the tax refund. Everything I need to get for Braxton and the freeloader. Lunalesca, his name is Virgil. I bought/adopted a dog. What about women? My soul? Perhaps, Virgil, To Be Delivered.

762 Days Without B III, Day 203 of Virgil’s Arrival

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Saga 240 ~300, 2V, B III~

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I can’t say I’m a big fan of the movie 300. Wanting a body like a Spartans. And specific scenes with Lena Headey or the oracles… I shouldn’t be paying for any movies. I got fur kids. Not a fur kid but two. Braxton hasn’t left, um… 300, 2V, B III

Sunday, February 26, 2023

Saga 240 ~300, 2V, B III~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, but as the song goes, “I need a dollar, dollar a dollar is what I need.” Billionaire?

Not you looking for $300.00? And that’s if you’re lucky. Is there any chance you’re scheduling that doctor’s appointment? After The Cherry Collision on Thursday, February 16, 2023? You won’t let yourself forget the date. Fuck! You need a date, but we’ll get to that. Like getting to the $300, you owe B III and 2V. Oh, look at that, you remembered, ha? $150.00 for each of them. And if we’re not talking about the material… V needs a nail trim and bath; what about meds for the month? I know you at least have been jonesing for a painkiller. Not that it would do anything physically. Mentally, you’re not as brave as, let’s say, the 300. Oh no, you’re cowardly with Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING NSFW: A Novel by Isabel Kaplan
    Completed
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Albums
    Failed
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
    Failed
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 051 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Completed (Day 058 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

Should I also mention stupid when it comes to Math? Low blow. I apologize. Father. You’re speaking like him. And you’re not Virgil’s. Not even sure you want to be. Billionaire? That’s what you want to be. But do you know how they talk about families affording a $400.00 emergency? As I said, what was it, Friday? Savings, Paypal, House? That’s $900.00. Then $100.00 for me. Now, where is this $300 for the boys? Dammit. There’s the dollars that don’t quite make it to $100.00, so… Suggestions, Plans, Excuses, hmm? Where do you cut? Oh, don’t worry. The last time you cut yourself was shaving. I’ve never been that kind of person, and neither will you. Your pain comes from Braxton and Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Mesmerizing Caroline The Beginning (Imogen Linn)
  2. I WILL BE VETTING Pictures, My Braxton’s Albums
  3. I WILL BE VENDING Gulp: Poetry Book
  4. I WILL BE VOWING To Keep Pants On (Day 058 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

That’s not fair at all to say. I spent over $500.00, and for what. Your son is worth it all. “And you could have it all. My empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt,” as the song goes. Because really, what do I have to leave you? Again I did the Math. And it seems I’ve never been wrong about being broke. Another song coming on (sigh)… “Unforgettable, that’s what you are.” No matter how much I wished for it. Not waking up? Or how about that song “when I’m in the strip club, I get love for about 500 dollars.” If you wonder why we’re talking late, you need only look in the mirror. 300, 2V, B III

756 Days Without B III, Day 197 of Virgil’s Arrival

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Saga 239 ~Fido Fears Braxton, Virgil~

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I’m sexy but haven’t had a release in 57 days. I’m suici… AHEM, but not like I’m looking to die. I have a freeloader feed. I mean Virgil. I’m scared, but I’m in the safest place of all, in bed. But it’s like I’m drowning. “Fido Fears Braxton, Virgil”

Saturday, February 25, 2023

Saga 239 ~Fido Fears Braxton, Virgil~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I should be all kinds of scared. Ironic; I thought money was the answer.

As always, it was Triple B. Yes, I did say WAS because I’m scared all the time. Oh, in bed? If anything, this is the safest place of all. Like a little boy hiding under the covers. More like a grown-ass man keeping secrets. One more reason to miss Braxton. No time for that. Couldn’t be busy masturbating when I needed to be his Daddy, which meant getting up. Yeah, bed was for reading. Attempting to educate myself. What have I learned lately, Lu? There was a time to rest, and I don’t feel rested, Lady Lunalesca. Not even with the freeloader… I need to stop thinking that. His name is Virgil Vivi Bradford. But it’s like something out of Ghostbusters. Gozer and Ray’s Choice

If you asked me now what I think would or has destroyed me. I would say my Braxton leaving me. More like me killing him. But it was the fear Lady Lunalesca making me rush. The Day Job has the same effect. How often do I panic that I’m late and I will lose the one thing that allows me and Virgil to survive? Lady Lunalesca, I’m always fucked. And no, not in a good way when you consider The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident on January 11, 2022. And The Cherry Collision Thursday, February 16, 2023. Shouldn’t I be going to Urgent Care? I saved some money yesterday at the expense of seeing my second-greatest fear. The Traveler, the Destroyer. That would be my father.

Picture it, Lady Lunalesca. Here I am in bed, destroying my dick over some gymnast. Lunalesca, the next thing I know, I get a text asking if I’m at the house, and so I’m up. Dammit, I already was in a certain way but anyway. I’m putting on clothes and recreating that armoring-up scene from Blade II. And keep in mind this is to see my father, I mean. Should I treat every day like I will have to see my father? I am a little boy again. Should I pretend to see Braxton die and rush out of here heroically, Lunalesca? Only to fail. Is that what Virgil is missing, like the song goes, “fear is the heart of love.” Fido Fears Braxton, Virgil

755 Days Without B III, Day 196 of Virgil’s Arrival

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will