Journey 145 ~B’s For November, Virgil~

If I can survive this week… I’ve said that since B died. Hell, I’ve been saying that even longer. Only then was it the next five minutes. Today? Other than some “C.R.E.A.M.,” the green, and a bimbo queen, why did I wake up? “B’s For November, Virgil”

Sunday, November 23, 2025

Journey 145 ~B’s For November, Virgil~

To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… And I ain’t gonna sugarcoat this. As if you can sugarcoat anything. Baking, Cooking, Grilling. And so…

If you can’t stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen. You got enough Hell as is, and I’m sorry. I did all I could, but the next couple of days are going to be less turkey and more chicken. And Hell, who knows if you’ll still be eating at all. Panic Attack, Anxiety, FEAR!

Monday, November 24, 2025, is the three-month anniversary of your breakup with M Anime. The woman hasn’t said a word. Uh, her wedding to the NEW guy is coming soon.

And you can’t forget the whole humiliation with the speaker and the truck crew. EFF!

Tuesday, November 25, 2025, you have to talk to the manager to get trained in “Return Drop,” or tell her you just won’t do it, and prepare to face the penalty, no Day Job, Fired?

Wednesday, November 26, 2025, you either run like a b*tch when you have your Panic Attack, or you don’t go at all. And what about facing your fears? Excuse me! (Starts to laugh and cry madly). I know that’s not funny. Honestly though, ain’t happening.

Thursday, November 27, 2025, is Thanksgiving. It was arguably Braxton’s favorite day of the year. Virgil gets much less. But that’s not his fault; sadly, your Ma sends less food.

Friday, November 28, 2025, will be a repeat of Wednesday. If you kept the Day Job, then you’ll lose it now. And while trying to recover from seeing your Olds, the question then becomes, “What now?” STAY ALIVE. Ok. But speaking of Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Pledged To Him 7 His Sorority Harem 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 004 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

“I fill my lungs with fear and I Exhale!”
It’s My Turn to Fly, The Urge ‧ 2000 (Titan A.E.)

So there it is in black and white. But what about green? You made around eighteen bucks this morning. I swear, here I was thinking about the magic glasses and people make Augmenting Reality, AI, or Alternative Facts, as those effing MAGA Cracker Hats would say, real. FDT! But “It’s a wicked world that we live in. It’s cruel and unforgiving.” But “The Transplants” from writing to video and back again, well… Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING As Yet To Be Found
  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

Nothing is impossible… You could show yourself right now, hugging your sons. Braxton and Virgil united. You could write an erotic story for a client and dollar, dollar bills, y’all.

Make that C.R.E.A.M. while someone creams. But November’s grade? F! Eff! B’s For November, Virgil

1757 Days Without B III, Day 1198 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 144 ~B A Moment, Virgil~

I need a moment… For physical or mental? I’ve been sick at the Day Job, and I have even felt worse if I had to leave. But when I had a Panic Attack… No, nothing. I went running from the building. And now the week of Black Friday. “B A Moment, Virgil.”

Saturday, November 22, 2025

Journey 144 ~B A Moment, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Or at least I’m scared like one. But I’m afraid of losing a retail job, Lunalesca.

Decades at the Day Job… Gone in two days that haven’t happened yet. Two words: “Panic Attack.” I was up till midnight, zoned out until 4 AM, and “woke up” around 6:30 AM. And what did I wake up to? More FEAR, I continue to flip through the pages of the wrong book, and my Fido by the name of Virgil is all sorts of confused. I don’t blame V.

You see, Lunalesca, he lives moment to moment, as I talked to Lady Sophia about yesterday. The Long Walk? I remember The Long Walk I had a few years back, from the office to the Amazon station and eventually out the door. How many times must I say this, Lunalesca? I CAN’T DO THIS. EFF!

“I fill my lungs with fear, and I Exhale!”
It’s My Turn to Fly The Urge ‧ 2000 (Titan A.E.)

So yet again I won’t adhere to the 150-word Depression Cap. Hell! I won’t even describe it. I did ask ChatGPT about the symptoms of a Panic Attack. It was the usual: shortness of breath, trembling, and numbness of the feet, to name a few. Yes to all, Lady Luna.

Honestly, so many years ago, I couldn’t last five minutes before I ran away, Lunalesca.

Seriously, for Braxton’s sake, I failed a college course because the professor forgot my name one time. After that, I hid in the library during that period. Come exam day…

Lunalesca, I’ve done worse. Do you recall that meeting with the dean over… whoever? I couldn’t cashier at Wendy’s. I never went back to Arby’s. “And the beat goes on.”

Speaking of music and how I no longer have access to the speaker… Monday will be a cakewalk compared to Wednesday and Friday. I CAN’T DO IT, Lu, I CAN’T!

Lunalesca, even when B III was dying, I had him, his courage, caring, and the hope that I could join… You know AI doesn’t like it when I say things like this. What about 2-V?

The moments where we walk, we munch on food, and we stay on this mattress. I’m blogging away, and Virgil’s sleeping. And we’re supposed to be outside this very moment.

But the moment that is coming on Wednesday morning, I will say no. And Friday.

Lunalesca, who am I? I’m the one having a Panic Attack! B A Moment, Virgil

1756 Days Without B III, Day 1197 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 138 ~It’ll B Done, Virgil~

Even Jesus said, “It is finished.” Then again, what do I know? “War, war never changes?” I’ve done some pretty effed up things. And in the words of Rambo, “Nothing is over! Nothing!” And I’m not done. Braxton, Boobs, Books. It’ll B Done, Virgil.

Sunday, November 16, 2025

Journey 138 ~It’ll B Done, Virgil~

To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… And I wish today’s question were this. Did ancient Egyptians use contractions? The Mummy? “The Mummy Returns?

I go to see one movie, and next thing you know, a bunch of other stuff comes out for sure.

Fifty bucks! Thirty-five for “The Running Man”: a small popcorn and a blue raspberry Icee. Ha! And another fifteen at the food truck. What is left for you? Apologies friend.

Honestly? The best favor I could’ve done you didn’t get done. More FEAR, less funds.

Seriously, you’re effed! But you have your sons, Braxton and Virgil, new sins, and sleep. Well, not today, since you still need to eat, which means a trip to the store is in order, friend. What have you been doing with all your time? Is “Whiteout Survival” that damn serious? Oh, and finishing Bikini Magic. Eight minutes. Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Bikini Magic by Michael Dalton
    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 Son Thinks I Am
    Failed

“I fill my lungs with fear and I Exhale!”
It’s My Turn to Fly, The Urge ‧ 2000 (Titan A.E.)

You have to get back into the habit of being positive. Do you remember that game “Two Truths and a Lie?” You’re a positive person. You miss M Anime. And you’re not a good man. Too easy, but I am sorry I’m coming down on you. Twelve hours. Nothing done.

MAGA, the Cracker Hats, and the president are so much worse. FDT, always and forever.

You would be a much more benevolent ruler. Quite the pharaoh, if you will. And leave it to X\Twitter to show you that there are lines you won’t cross. Evils that must be opposed. And that’s why you’re looking at me and I at you. When, oh when, my lord?

Tomorrow, my “Sweet Lord?” You playing DJ? Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING As Yet To Be Found
  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 Son Thinks I Am

You think the LOD won’t be letting you do that again. One more reason Monday is going to suck big time. You want it to be over and done with already. Hell, you wish it was done before we even met. That’s why you lounged around in bed. Again, Michael Dalton’s “Bikini Magic,” a full-out warring on the phone, and ten bucks on yabbos. Any yabbos, which is an effed up way to play people. You want to be done. E-Day, B’s passing, M’s leaving. And like I said yesterday, you’re standing, “Stand by Me.” You’re on “The Long Walk.” I get to sit down. Now you have to run. You’re “The Running Man” today.

Nothing is done! Until next week… It’ll B Done, Virgil

“Everything is done.”
Michael Townley

1750 Days Without B III, Day 1191 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 137 ~Braxton Flies, Virgil Runs~

I crawled out of bed, I walked Virgil, I ran to feed him, and I was standing in front of my phone while I… Do I still have an OnlyFans for that? Anyway, I have no idea where I’m going. The story of my life. While Braxton Flies, Virgil Runs.

Saturday, November 15, 2025

Journey 137 ~Braxton Flies, Virgil Runs~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… However, I was reminded that Katy Perry and others paid $27 million to take a ride.

Thank you @illyashojaei. If spending three minutes makes Katy an astronaut, then I’m a gynecologist. Not that I’ll be seeing M Anime’s lady parts in the flesh anytime soon.

Honestly, I haven’t thought about “my ex” much. And instead of dreaming about Anime’s yabbos or Mars Bitches, red rocks Yay yayee! Too much YouTube this morning, my Dear Lady Lunalesca. If it helps, I’m not in bed and that’s what I’ve been dreaming about, ha.

Oh, and somebody was talking about having a movie marathon of “Stand by Me,” “The Long Walk,” and “The Running Man.” Stephen King, goddamit! I’m such a potty mouth today.

I hate being late, my dog/son Braxton, “my Day Job,” and getting away from Depression.

“Don’t Take It Personal” Lunalesca.

“I fill my lungs with fear and I Exhale!”
It’s My Turn to Fly The Urge ‧ 2000 (Titan A.E.)

“Just One Of Dem Days” And “I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.” But most importantly…

Lunalesca, I’m stuck. FEAR! Sometimes it’s the most sinful, or the STUPIDEST, and at others it’s the simplistic. I’ve had the whole week off, and you know what I’ve been thinking about at the Day Job? The speaker. If I play DJ again, there’s pressure, and if I don’t, then guess what? It means I effed up and somebody else does. So what happens next?

Humiliations Galore! And it’s like the fifth of November all over again with that girl.

Richards Lives! So does Virgil. And even my Braxton, in a heavenly sort of existence.

Lunalesca, I can’t just be a body. I must continue The Long Walk. Always, forever…

Seriously, I feel like The Running Man. And what’s my crime? What’s my prize?

Lunalesca? Friendship? Virgil and I are still working on that. It’s nothing like B III, okay.

I keep walking, but there is no finish line. Braxton and I got the wrong ending. I would have gladly sat down for him. But then again, Futurama “Jurassic Bark.” I’d say it broke my heart. I didn’t know heartbreak until Braxton’s… Which is why I took M Anime’s betrayal…

And I feel like I’m always running. Only then to ask myself why I’m tired. I gave Braxton his wings, and at least Virgil knows what he’s running from. As for myself, Dear Lady Lunalesca. I’m wanking, walking, and whining. Winning? Braxton Flies, Virgil Runs

1749 Days Without B III, Day 1190 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 131 ~Tao Of B, Virgil~

Another early morning, another book. Three bucks for a thirty-page book? And how many books have I written about a woman taking her clothes off? What about B’s book? That was out in August, and here I have no Day Job hours or sales. Tao Of B, Virgil.

Sunday, November 9, 2025

Journey 131 ~Tao Of B, Virgil~

To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… Which reminds you, go and pick up some soap, have a shave, and forget who she is.

You know, the woman who has you looking up Taoism. Religion on a Sunday morning…

Before the Asian woman, it was “Polly & Her Boss,” because “Lord, Heaven’s above” you finish “Bikini Magic” by Michael Dalton. And Kelli Wolfe’s “Dark Desires” wasn’t available on Amazon this morning. It could be worse—nothing on pet bereavement.

Honestly, “I’m only human after all. Don’t put your blame on me,” or you today. Music and manuscripts, so “Just a day, just an ordinary day.” And you’re saying to yourself, “I’m just an ordinary human.” It’s some people you can’t say that to anymore, and I’m sorry about that. Not to sound psychotic but less people equals more peace. And with this coming week. Depression and Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Polly & Her Boss (Collage Girl Erotica) by Kelli Wolfe
    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 001 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

“I fill my lungs with fear and I Exhale!”
It’s My Turn to Fly, The Urge ‧ 2000 (Titan A.E.)

Oh, you’re going to need all of the words now, I must say. The song today is all about you.

As in “All About You” song by Jeymes Samuel. As if they’re ever going to let you control the speaker in the stockroom ever again with your playlist… Really, why is this at the forefront of your mind? Music is meant to bring you peace, except with other people, ha.

And that’s your problem. People? You are not one of the people. Even in this place, you were one person before Sunday, January 31, 2021. And then you became a different person—one before Saturday, August 13, 2022, and then another. Before Sunday, August 24, 2025… Now you’re different again.

And now you’re thinking about M Anime. Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Bikini Magic by Michael Dalton
  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’re existence is not natural or harmonious. “I’ve been let down. I’ve been turned around. I’ve been misused and so confused.” And you will be too. Even though you have no hours and all you have is Virgil. Not that you’re blaming him. He’s a good boy, little 2-V. But blocking out the noise, the tick of the clock, tiny bug feet, and tinkling finances. Even your motivations are sorely confused, you even have to toil, trust the process, or trust what will flow to you. A little bit of everything. Today, this week, what will you do, hmm? Chase the rabbits or grow the garden. Meditate better to Levitate with a woman or join Braxton. Tao Of B, Virgil

1743 Days Without B III, Day 1184 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 130 ~Braxton, Virgil, Bad Boys~

I remember my son, B, for living his best life and then the worst day of mine. All the bad things he did. Nothing compares to Sunday, January 31, 2021. How’s V bad? I have to clean his bed, then he’s sleeping in mine. “Braxton, Virgil, Bad Boys”

Saturday, November 8, 2025

Journey 130 ~Braxton, Virgil, Bad Boys~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Not Martin Lawrence or Will Smith. Me. Don’t I wish. And what did I wish for?

Yesterday, the words were, “I wish I had never been born.” That statement still stands.

And speaking of standing, I don’t want to do much more of that either. You don’t get paid to stand around. Is that what I was doing at my Day Job? I didn’t get any hours next week. I had to double-check to ensure that someone else was not doing just as badly. Ok, how MAGA of me. I sound like a damn Cracker Hat. Someone has to lose Lunalesca.

Today it feels like me. And what about my boys? Braxton’s gone. Virgil’s sleeping, Lu.

And that’s bad. I wish I could tell you that I’m worse. 150-Word Depression, Lunalesca.

I have to make up for yesterday. With that said…

“I fill my lungs with fear and I Exhale!”
It’s My Turn to Fly The Urge ‧ 2000 (Titan A.E.)

Feeling bad means that at some point, you were “Feeling Good” in a Nina Simone, George Michael sort of way. I’m sitting here trying to remember the last good day.

Lunalesca, I lack the day but the feeling. I was at the food truck yesterday, and when the lady saw me, she smiled and immediately asked, “You want the fried shrimp? It beats being called Ma’am at any and all drive-thrus. That’s not me being negative, it’s the truth and nothing more. With nothing but some wings and shrimp in the fridge, I’ll head out.

A burger, maybe, or how about some tacos? I haven’t spent my grocery money, Lunalesca. Groceries, see, I can say it better than the Orange Turd owning the White House.

My boys are better men than him and all of MAGA. And Virgil has more sense than I give him credit for… Messing up his bed so he can come in here and sleep next to me. I mean, that is a plan. And I could use one of those, or “I could really use a wish right now,” Lunalesca. And there was a time I wanted to fly “Airplanes.” But being a bad boy.

I write of dirty, depraved, and disgusting worlds… And I’m pretty proud of it, Lunalesca.

Better to get the bad out of me than to let it fester into… Well, things the Cracker Hats do. I raised two bad boys into good men, well, doggos: me, Braxton, Virgil, Bad Boys.

1742 Days Without B III, Day 1183 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 124 ~When Braxton Shutdown, Virgil~

I was on time today… 5 AM turns to 4 AM. I still got up late after reading around 80% of Backyard Dungeon 22. Does that shut down the series? The UK editions? I wish I could shut my eyes on a more permanent basis, but “When Braxton Shut Down, Virgil”

Sunday, November 2, 2025

Journey 124 ~When Braxton Shutdown, Virgil~

To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… And I shut down an hour earlier… later… whatever. Daylight Saving Time ended. And you’re still annoyed.

An extra hour of sleep, and for what? A lie you didn’t have to tell. But you will finish “Backyard Dungeon 22” before the sun goes down today. And you’ll even order that Hot Honey Magnifico pizza. If you do something right for a change, but here you are. Please!

Yesterday was it, or sometime last week anyway, I was talking about the boys, bucks, and big boobs/yabbos. Do you have the bucks for pepperoni? Do you have the time?

That’s the thing about today. You’re so WOKE, and you’re “Wide Awake” to count fails.

Two so far, but again, you’ll finish Logan Jacobs’ book. But shutting down sounds nice. You’d join B but leave 2-V. That’s not right, and neither are Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Backyard Dungeon 22, Logan Jacobs
    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 Son Thinks I Am
    Failed

“I fill my lungs with fear and I Exhale!”
It’s My Turn to Fly, The Urge ‧ 2000 (Titan A.E.)

Let’s start with something small. “Your Eyes?” Wasn’t that one of Peter Gabriel’s best-known songs? But “This Is Your Life”, not Switchfoot’s… Okay, enough kidding. What you’re thinking is, you shouldn’t shut your eyes this afternoon. Always and forever, B.

Honestly, you knew just what to say. “Don’t Let Me Get Me,” as Pink sings. However, without an afternoon nap, you could open the fridge and find something for lunch. You could check and see if you have money for that pizza. The shower curtain opens to, you know that.

Because comedy comes in threes, you could finish Backyard Dungeon 22. There are also the book samples that have been tempting you. Read like you did when the boys rested with you. Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING As Yet To Be Decided
  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 Son Thinks I Am

Open up your ears to the good rather than anything else. Books/audiobooks and music are meant to expand the world, not shield you from it… A time and a place. But you keep thinking about Neil Bimbeau’s “Magic Glasses.” See and hear good things, brother.

Honestly, open yourself up to more time. Anything and everything can shut down. But while you’re on your musical kick, “Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’ slippin’ into the future.” Seal or the Steve Miller Band? One more thing you need to make time for, hmm?

A playlist for the Day Job, perhaps. Have faith. Better, have a heart. It did not shut down when Braxton left because Virgil is here. What was activated afterward? A soul? When Braxton Shutdown, Virgil

1736 Days Without B III, Day 1177 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 123 ~Braxton’s Nine Lives, Virgil~

V is my son. I chose him. And I wouldn’t give him up for anything. Paperwork, cash, I lifted him out of his cage… But B is still here. At the same time, I want him back. Is reincarnation real? Science should speed up. AI? Braxton’s Nine Lives, Virgil

Saturday, November 1, 2025

Journey 123 ~Braxton’s Nine Lives, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Don’t I wish. Right now, I would settle for a Big Mac Meal. That’d be dumb.

But I am me. What? I’ll be all positive after my 150-Word Depression, alright, Lunalesca?

Now speaking of knowing me. What are three things I care about in this existence?

Braxton, well, both my boys actually, Braxton and Virgil, some chick’s boobs/yabbos, and bucks. Or should I say my wee ones, again B III and 2-V, women’s yabbos, and wealth. And what about everything else, the world? The world is yours, I saw on Scarface.

But how do I see the world? I woke up this morning… And what, got yourself a gun? For B, when he was here, to protect us. But he’s been gone four long years, and that’s what I’ve been thinking about, always and forever. And how to bring him back…

“I fill my lungs with fear and I Exhale!”
It’s My Turn to Fly The Urge ‧ 2000 (Titan A.E.)

First, I figured if I had enough money… I still have B’s bed, ashes, and a bag of his fur. And “I’m still alive. Must have been a miracle.” How’s that for me being positive? But Braxton wasn’t frozen or cloned. If anything, “The future is coming on.” “My future.”

Then I was reading a lot about resurrection and reincarnation. And that’s how I found Braxton’s little brother Virgil. Smart enough to use a training pad, hanging out again with chicks that had large yabbos. But “The truth is in the eyes ‘Cause the eyes don’t lie, amen,” Lady Lu. Not just within, but the two bits of tan/beige fur on both sides, Braxton’s shade.

I want to look at myself through those eyes forever.

With perfect love and perfect trust? Magic? And isn’t the Day of the Dead tomorrow?

Now it could be that between quoting “The Craft,” rereading, or listening to the Succubus Lord series for the umpteenth time. I’m reading Backyard Dungeon 22. And I’ve been thinking about the other Succubus series by A.J. Markam. Anyway, if I could practice magic, I’d want to study Necromancy or Portal Making. Finding little Braxton?

Halloween was yesterday, but while I was augmenting reality. And boning up on the AI craze. I started thinking I could bring back my Braxton digitally. To have both of my boys on screen at the same time, Lunalesca. It’d be less trouble. This picture: Journey 116 ~B+ Old Man Virgil~ Braxton’s Nine Lives, Virgil

1735 Days Without B III, Day 1176 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 117 ~Braxton Smoked Mr. Virgil~

No songs come to mind when it comes to food… Uh, Weird Al’s “Eat It,” “Cherry Pie,” “Pour Some Sugar On Me,” and D’Angelo’s Brown Sugar to name a few. I should stop listening to HaremLit and food porn while walking Virgil. “Braxton Smoked Mr. Virgil”

Sunday, October 26, 2025

Journey 117 ~Braxton Smoked Mr. Virgil~

To Will:
It’s the Man In The Mirror… And by God, no, that wasn’t a confession. Nor do your boys compete against each other. Braxton?

Fortunate Son indeed. Your favorite one? Meanwhile, Virgil is still five and still alive, Ha!

And you, partner? Well, you’re as effed as Eddie with Amrila and Ibseth, and the new girl, Vaeda. Backyard Dungeon 22? Some guys have all the luck. Eddie, Grayson, Jacob…

Some Cuban guy that has a harem that your Ex-Girlfriend M Anime decided to join. All because she wants babies. You want to breed M Anime. Must you be so crass? If anything, I wish you would stop reading HaremLit in the morning. And getting all hot and bothered. But if you had that one wish from “The Long Walk…” It’d be for food. Right?

Specifically, breakfast from The Excalibur in the book Succubus Lord. Get it! Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING Backyard Dungeon 21, Logan Jacobs
    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

“I fill my lungs with fear and I Exhale!”
It’s My Turn to Fly, The Urge ‧ 2000 (Titan A.E.)

What’s your motivation? Well, besides Braxton’s Resurrection and Virgil’s Immortality?

Yes, we’re going to talk about breakfast and business. First, there are pancakes. You actually have pancakes. You wrote a book about your pancake. My Turn To B III. Yep.

People talk about Chicken & Waffles. Can the same be said about Chicken & Pancakes?

What’s smoking right now is the argumentation of reality or “AI” Artificial Intelligence, my friend. “All These Things That I’ve Done.” Well, programs. Manmade, whatever?

You’re smoked like some smoked sausages you were drooling over. Uh, you were listening to Jacob speak on what he and the Succubi were eating. Do you have the cash?

When you get up off your ass? You’ll have hash… browns. Encouraging Six Impossible Things:

  1. I WILL BE VIEWING As Yet To Be Decided
  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

Because you’re not a pig like those in the cult of MAGA, the Cracker Hats. But you do enjoy your bacon. And what about pork chops? How about a political column? You don’t have to be a genius. That is not being negative. It’s a fact. You’re smarter than Trump.

FDT. Do you remember those sausage-and-egg bowls? Of course, this blog itself is another bright idea. You, talking about your everyday life. Years upon years, you novel away. Books galore.

Because talking about Lucky Charms cereal bars or all the junk food that makes up your usual breakfast… Both Braxton and Virgil would prefer those big breakfasts from those old shows. You’ve never smoked a sausage “Forty-One” (Cue Ben-Hur galley drums). Braxton Smoked Mr. Virgil

1729 Days Without B III, Day 1170 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 116 ~B+ Old Man Virgil~

The School of Hard Knocks sucks. Don’t even get me started on regular schooling. Though I did read Animal Farm and 1984. And the Cracker Hats are following “It Can’t Happen Here” or Project 2025. Anyway, how would I grade myself? “B+ Old Man Virgil.”

Saturday, October 25, 2025

Journey 116 ~B+ Old Man Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… This means I can be as sinful, as STUPID, and as skeevy as I want. Right?

And good morning to you, too, Lady Lunalesca. All that’s missing from my day is a plaid robe, some slippers, and a cane. That reminds me, I need to pick up some new jeans, Lu.

This week and the next will be particularly brutal. I mean, “The Long Walk” cruel.

Lunalesca, beside the sad tune of “Teen Idle”, “Oh God, I’m gonna die alone! There have been the words of Greg Plitt and his thoughts on FEAR. You know why I hate FEAR. It keeps me young. My son Braxton’s death makes me feel old. And then there’s Virgil, Lu.

I was looking at whiskers yesterday. Five years old… What has Virgil done with existence?

How dare I ask? How would I grade myself existing?

You’ll never know. And not only for that 150-word Depression cap I’m keeping my lady.

“I fill my lungs with fear and I Exhale!”
It’s My Turn to Fly The Urge ‧ 2000 (Titan A.E.)

A is for being awake and alive. For being WOKE and not some GD MAGA Cracker Hat, my dear. If this really is The Long Walk, instead of “Eff the Major,” FDT, MAGA, and “The Long Walk.” Just instead of me being #47, Ray Garraty, I’m only 41 (Ben-Hur drums)

Braxton was/is will always be #15. Virgil is #5. But V’s better than Barkovitch, Lunalesca.

B is for books. Again, I’m grateful for Kindle giving my reading streak back, Lunalesca. This morning, I began Backyard Dungeon 22. It’s the last of the series… Lady Lunalesca

But what about boobies, yabbos, and he we go. I’ve been thinking of M Anime’s

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

“C” Lady Lunalesca, I can’t see her anymore… (Begins waving my hand like John Cena)

God “Bless The Broken Road.” I take my breakup—the failure of my relationship with M Anime—as a lesson learned. And the fact that I didn’t turn the broken road into a thing, Lu.

D is for the darkness that I wanted to unleash. Again, that Depression cap Lunalesca.

Desire comes in so many different forms, and today, I begin fighting another once again. Augmenting reality sounds much cooler than what I’ve been doing. An eff of a time.

Effing or just F is not for failure or forgetfulness. I’m not a father of two-legged rugrats. Eff it, I think I like this “Little Life” “B+ Old Man Virgil.”

1728 Days Without B III, Day 1169 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will