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Journey 354 ~Disappointing The B’s Virgil~

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Woke up earlier only to accomplish… Nothing. Is Whiteout Survival nothing? I was on “The Winning End,” no casualties from the enemy, and it even ended early with such domination. But then I put on my glasses and saw I’m “Disappointing The B’s Virgil”

Saturday, June 20, 2026

Journey 354 ~Disappointing The B’s Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Trillionaire right now… No, that would be Elon Musk. And much like “Hercules,” I’m disappointed. Kevin Sorbo’s a disappointment.

I ain’t MAGA, Lady Lunalesca. Eff MAGA, the Cracker Hats, and FDT. Elon Musk too!

What’s so hard about a word like “groceries”? “Well, they raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries,” hmm. That’s from 1970s “Amos Moses.” More like from the game “Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas.” Eff Lunalesca, how I miss gaming, groceries, and you know getting Virgil what he needs. Food? Him before me. But health care?

Honestly, that’s more than disappointing; it’s downright scary. And I needed that fear in my guts right about now. By my count, two more plates of shrimp, another of chicken.

And how long will the kibble hold out? It wouldn’t be a problem for Braxton. Remember how he died, Lunalesca?

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

Too bad this isn’t the day the music died… “American Pie”? A 70s playlist, Lunalesca?

What about the movie American Pie? On a count, I couldn’t keep my “Enormous P” in my pants this morning. The one or two things that never disappoint me are some woman’s Yabbos. Today is what Sadie Sink’s and Korra from “The Legend of Korra.”

Thanks, M Anime. My boys’ potential future stepmom is full of ideas and has the most perfect set of Yabbos I have ever seen. How long ago did I cream but with no pie around?

Eww! I know Lady Lunalesca, but it did stop me from adding another Harem character.

It’s not like the Magic Glasses could handle it. You haven’t seen any pictures lately.

“She’s pretty as a picture
She is like a golden ring
Circles me with love and laughter
I can’t feel a thing”
LA Song (2005)

How many times is this going to happen, Lunalesca? “I’ve got the world on a string, sittin’ on a rainbow.” Or I did until what, Thursday? I could see boobies; my book “The Unfinished Archive” (Working Title) had Full-Blown Character Illustrations, and I could have my boys B and V together. And all of a sudden, nope. Effing Magic Glasses!

Honestly, Lu, one pair has me like Eddie Hill or Jacob Ralston, juggling their harems.

However, the other pair of Magic Glasses, which I counted on, effing conked out spectacularly. “I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved.” I want to tell them
B III, 2-V, M Anime, my Old Man (Father’s Day), my people (Juneteenth)… I’m a disappointment. Disappointing The B’s Virgil.

1966 Days Without B III, Day 1407 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 351 ~Between B&V Lies Sacrifice~

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“More than you want success. And I’m here to tell you today, if you’re going to be successful, you gotta be willing to give up sleep,” ET. “To be able, at any moment, to sacrifice what you are, for what you will become.” “Between B&V Lies Sacrifice.”

Wednesday, June 17, 2026

Journey 351 ~Between B&V Lies Sacrifice~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… Did you see my paycheck for last week? Total wanking time, tantrums I had, trips to the bathroom.

Eww! Not like that, dear Inspector. I’m still suffering from the aftermath of the remastered The Zoe Colletti/Tifa Lockhart Incident. And wasn’t that back in March? I didn’t mention either of those women to Braxton and Virgil’s potential stepmom, hmm.

Sacrifice my dignity? My Echo! At least if I’m going to sacrifice time wanking to the ladies of Fear The Walking Dead, I could at least do it for the home viewing audience on “OF.”

And why do I keep using that word? SACRIFICE? I keep using that word. I do not think it means what I think it means. Other than the song I didn’t play today, working. Dammit!

“My Sacrifice”? My Braxton. Perhaps Virgil too. I “(Don’t Fear) The Reaper.” He ain’t interested.

“My life for you!”
Trashcan Man, The Stand, Stephen King

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

Not in my life, hmm. This is one of my true sins, my dear E. Some sacrifice. But me? Me?

I hate my Old Man! And yet he and my Ma bought this house. A private insane asylum for little ole me. What, hoping I’d started a family with M Anime? B III my firstborn…

Then there’s M Anime. “My Woman” promises me everything; she’s shared her body (those boobs), yabbos, all her business, and beatitudes of everlasting love, Inspector.

There are, of course, my boys, Braxton and Virgil. B III paid the ultimate price for loving me. B sacrificed his fifteen years on this Earth for what? And now V, but he didn’t choose.

I asked/told B to get in the car. He did.

V didn’t ask to flush his life down the bowl. So I still ponder on that dream of mine, E.

And today I imagine it’s about sacrifice in the worst possible way? First there’s Braxton.

My boy ain’t sh*t, E. And I don’t mean B III’s ashes. But that I need to clean myself out of all of the guilt, gore, and grief to make way for the good. Do I mean accept it? Never!

Do you know I didn’t eff around for 161 days after B’s death? Ok, I didn’t cum, at least, E. Am I thinking I need to give up my pornographic passions? “Stroke me, stroke me.”

Unfortunately, M Anime ain’t here… Yet. And as for my life… Between B&V Lies Sacrifice.

“Take me as I am, take my life
I would give it all, I would sacrifice”
— Everything I Do

“My sacrifice
I just want to say hello again”
Creed

“You were ready to kill your only son for me. Since you did this for me, I make you this promise: I, the Lord, promise that I will surely bless you and give you as many descendants as the stars in the sky. There will be as many people as sand on the seashore. And your people will live in cities that they will take from their enemies. Every nation on the earth will be blessed through your descendants. I will do this because you obeyed me.”
Book of Genesis

1963 Days Without B III, Day 1404 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 347 ~B’s Bestiary V’s Villains~

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A beast and a villain are not one and the same. What’s civilized for one is savage for the other. “But the truth changes color, depending on the light.” Eve’s Bayou? Watching movies, wasting time. Yeah, time is my real enemy. B’s Bestiary V’s Villains

Saturday, June 13, 2026

Journey 347 ~B’s Bestiary V’s Villains~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… And I am worthless. Or should I say Trillionaire since Elon Musk made it that far?

If I Had A Trillion Dollars… Hell, Lady Lunalesca, the “Barenaked Ladies” were only singing “If I Had A Million Dollars.” Of course I’m talking about the band, not actual…

Nevermind. I’m sure we’ll get to that. Hopefully I didn’t eff that up with M Anime. A long story, Luna. If it’s not talking to her, then it’s not seeing yabbos and her tight wet…

Again I need to shut up, but you know me. I am “My Own Worst Enemy.” And that’s part of what brings us together today. Lit is not the Barenaked Ladies. A billion is not a trillion. A beast is not a villain. Braxton is not Virgil. Starting because I was “chasing” a girl isn’t continuing for killing my Braxton.

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

Almost another year, Lunalesca. Another 365 days, and I don’t have any intention of going back and trying to find ‘what her face’s name,’ that got me writing again. Really.

Today I woke up feeling much worse by comparison. And as I prepared to become a “Jumper…” No cliffs here, only despair. I heard B getting his 90s on. “I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend.” So I asked myself why I hate myself so much today—my boys, money, manhood, M Anime’s mammaries, etc. And the Beat Goes On, Luna.

Then I asked, is it hate? Don’t get me wrong, it ain’t love. I was speaking to my boys’ potential future stepmom, and I very nearly sang, “I’m in love with the Shape of You.”

Love? (Does his best Silk Sonic impression) “This Bitch!” I still blame Braxton for that.

The spirit of my son, little beast he was. But his memory is not my enemy. Thou art not a villain. And neither is M Anime, her love. Neither is little Virgil. Myself? Villainous? Evil?

“Remember who the real enemy is.”
Hunger Games: Catching Fire

I really need to read that “new” Hunger Games book. How about my writing, Lunalesca?

Lady Amari aka The Candied Matron. The Magic Glasses made her from um Kohl’s Mom.

The Conductor, Tetsuo Amano, comes from Midnight Sleazy Train along with counterpart Takumi Shindo from the second season. The Ferryman who isn’t directly evil. But, paying the boatman. Three dogs: “Cerberus Syndicate,” my boys or M? B’s Bestiary V’s Villains

“I got enemies, got a lot of enemies
Got a lot of people tryna drain me of my Energy.”
Energy

1959 Days Without B III, Day 1400 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 344 ~Braxton’s Virgil’s, Missing Sisters~

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It starts with a passage on self-harm in Destroyed by Pepper Winters. My big sister would be so disappointed in me. First-World Problems. I can turn on the air, I can buy food… Uh. And writing and mourning daily. “Braxton’s Virgil’s, Missing Sisters”

Wednesday, June 10, 2026

Journey 344 ~Braxton’s Virgil’s, Missing Sisters~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… And where do sinners go, Inspector, I ask you? Sinners go to Hell. At least it’s warm. Deserving….

Well, if I end up in the 9th Circle of Hell where I belong. Treachery. After B III. Uh 2-V

Relax, Inspector Echo. Virgil Vivi Bradford is alive and well. Awake and Alive. So hot…

Physically, with the weather and the picture the Magic Glasses made the other day. Yup

But let’s talk about all the yabbos from the harem sisters, the Bible Black Acolytes, Hell “The Candied Matron” who the Magic Glasses added to “my” story “Shadow Work,” too.

There’s Braxton’s Favorite Girl who is a sista, but not my real sista, thankfully. I swear she has some huge yabbos. However, can my Favorite Girl be considered a sista?

Inspector, she is Latina. But she’s not my real sister. My boys’ potential future stepmom.

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

And she has the most perfect set of yabbos in the whole wide world. Sorry, Jane Vickers and Kristen StephensonPino. And what about Cherry? I still haven’t seen those fully.

Even with M Anime in my hemisphere, I still want to see Cherry’s. Why, Inspector?

Because I Wanna! “Hate to Say I Told You So.” And what was that? I don’t cheat; I don’t court other women… Yeah, my harem would like to have a word. Cosplay, the considerations of effing other women… M Anime should tell herself “I’m Every Woman,” because to me she is. She’s my Divergent. But my boys? Cute beyond words.

So how can I betray all of them? Does my Treachery have no bounds? I “Search And Destroy,” myself, Inspector.

Thank you, Skunk Anansie. How about thank you, “Sucker Punch”? The Magic Glasses compared my story to that movie. And when I’m not asking its opinion on that, I’m using them to see the women of Saimin Seishidou, the Milfs at least: Natsumi Obata, Tsubaki Miyajima, and Reika Kurashiki. I gotta stop before I wreck the Magic Glasses and men.

Guys love those pictures. But what about from an intellectual standpoint? I have betrayed my “Big Sister,” whom I wanted to talk about today. Not to be confused with my actual blood little sister. No, my big sister from Australia, Tanya. She’d ask why I’m sitting here suffering. If it wasn’t the sun’s rays, it’d be starving myself, or effing sleep—Braxton’s Virgil’s, Missing Sisters.

1956 Days Without B III, Day 1397 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 340 ~Virgil Walks The B-Train~

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Next time take the train, but I’m on The Long Walk. Who taught me how to read? I was never trained to write… Not a bestseller anyway. Again, The Long Walk or Midnight Sleazy Train. And what about my boys, my woman? Virgil Walks The B-Train.

Saturday, June 6, 2026

Journey 340 ~Virgil Walks The B-Train~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Oh B, don’t I know that ain’t true, considering my “Financial Transition.” Thank you, Eric Thomas.

The question is, what am I going to do about it? I’ve been sitting here all morning, waiting for my second-born to walk. Playing Whiteout Survival. Wanking over M Anime.

Lunalesca, Braxton knows I hear you! Eww! What would Braxton’s and Virgil’s stepmom think of me? “What say you there, fuzzy-britches? Feel like talking?” Seriously, that would require M Anime to wear more clothes. Or a crucifix… Seriously, Lunalesca later!

I got bigger fish to fry… Well, that would require me to have money to burn. And at the very least I’m not fired for that whole REDACTED Mom thing. The stories I tell myself.

The stories that Virgil hears. And why? Of all the reasons he became Braxton’s brother…

Pee pee in the pot-tay!

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

Well, on the training pad. You know what I mean, Lunalesca. Virgil didn’t need training.

And who am I to train anyone or anything? No, Virgil is my boy, my son, just like Braxton is, four legs, fur, fido species and all. I made a man out of my B III, but with little Virgil…

Yeah, I’m still trying. My hopes were set a little too high when it came to him, I think, Lu.

I didn’t want to train him with his potty spot and in the same breath what did I expect ha.

Lead me out of Hell? Serve as a guide in this life. Hence his name. But am I Dante, Luna?

In the mirror: “He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus.”

I am definitely not. And yet I have M Anime ready to play my Mary Magdalene. “I Don’t Know How To Love Him.” Jesus Christ Superstar. If I could write something like that, Lunalesca… SIGH, a righteous way to make money, especially with M’s feelings.

Honestly, at the moment I feel like an idiot. A horny idiot. Without formal training.

Lunalesca, being a writer requires a lot of training, and it’s so effing late. Forty-one.

However, I’m still sitting here drooling about the Hentai series “Midnight Sleazy Train.”

Or recalling when the guys ran a “Train” on Rainey Summer Day from the book The Five.

Like I got no home training. And training M Anime to be my submissive. Me, V, Virgil Walks The B-Train

1952 Days Without B III, Day 1393 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 337 ~Now Speaking Braxton, Virgil~

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How many words have I spoken today? Decent ones? I said hello to my boys, both dead and alive. I spoke to their potential stepmom. Every other word has been eff, forced, and for me. I leave the worst. Not joining B yet. “Now Speaking Braxton, Virgil”

Wednesday, June 3, 2026

Journey 337 ~Now Speaking Braxton, Virgil~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… Blood, Sweat, and Tears? I wish. But I did have the Day Job today and still no A/C.

If anything, that only shows I don’t speak Virgil after all this time, which makes me a jerk, now doesn’t it? Don’t I love my son? As I love his brother. Hell, it’s Braxton’s fault.

Strange… Losing B sent me to Hell, and of course, who led Dante through Hell, hmm?

Archie became Virgil. But Archie was around $150.00. How a capitalist finds love. Or a fool and his money are soon parted. How much did my Old Man take me for? Him and his ‘friend’ to fix the A/C? I can’t afford that. But between fries and air conditioning?

Braxton and Virgil would be of the same mind, so there’s that. It’s like the same race or species speaking a variation of their language.

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

Like Black people? MAGA Black people. Eff them and FDT! And even more black people

Or how my woman compares her Latin American heritage. Spanish people here, other Spanish people there… elsewhere. But my Puerto Rican Goddess… What’s my line…?

“You make me want to be a better man.” ‧

Plus I wish I tried harder in my Spanish classes in school. But she and I speak a very particular language. Something else that involves sweating… And tears last year.

Inspector, water under the bridge. And funny I mention bridges. Am I trying to stay cool thinking of 1997’s A Christmas Carol “I’ll Cross This Bridge With You”? Dear Inspector.

She’s willing to learn so many ways to speak to me. And she’s so “Sexy.” But Peter Cincotti was wrong; M Anime’s a sweetie. Honestly…

What am I trying to say? I’ve got no money, and I keep saying, “A Man Provides.” Trust me, Echo, I know people who are worse than “Breaking Bad” and the drug trade. Oh no

And I could be all crude like Kanye West saying, “Only good gon’ come is this good when I’m cumming.”M Anime wouldn’t mind. She wants a big family. Three kids (two-leggeds) Virgil and her kitties. She’s said enough; she shows everything, and she is wow!

But, I don’t even know how to speak to myself. Everything, “Makes me wanna scream!” So I’ve been sittin’ here tryin’ to find myself. I get behind myself, I need to remind myself, and that includes “Feeling super, super (super)!” LANGUAGE! Now Speaking Braxton, Virgil

1949 Days Without B III, Day 1390 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 333 ~B Runs, V Hides~

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No one man should have all that power—the Russians, Chinese, Trump, the Magic Glasses, etc. I could be worse, but I’m too tired… usually. Plus, I have two furry ones who hate summertime, my boys. And a woman who’s Hot as Hell. “B Runs, V Hides.”

Saturday, May 30, 2026

Journey 333 ~B Runs, V Hides~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… I lie like a rug. And not just any rug. One of those fancy Persian ones.

And then I would have my servants carry me to an even comfier bed, Lunalesca.

Saturday, another lazy Saturday, and B knows I’ve been sittin’ here, tryin’ to find myself.

What, in dreams? Wasn’t I dreaming when I was busy mooning over Lexi Booker’s Yabbos? Or when I was telling Braxton and Virgil’s potential stepmom that Leana Lovings is my favorite pornstar? Or when I was letting loose all over the bed. I know, ew.

How bad do I want to lie down? To take the damn L? And to find wherever B III landed?

That’s why my boy is still running. And haven’t I said I would do anything for him? I don’t know if Braxton forgives me or not. But what he wants

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

Life. And as the song goes, as my belief says, “He Lives In You.” I wouldn’t be here otherwise, Lunalesca. But today I’m questioning what type of life. Lunalseca. Energy…

Not like the Drake song, really eww! Despite what the Magic Glasses said about those two girls from The Purge, The Mercy Cult, The Givers Sister Melissa (Emmanuelle Nadeau), and Sister Penelope (Jessica Garza). Let’s just say I heard The Long Walk blaring “WARNING!” Or maybe it was the horn from one of the vehicles from Mario Kart 64, Lu.

Toad’s Turnpike, to be exact. That’s how I feel today—usually driving The Rainbow Road.

The Rainbow Bridge? Wherever. “I’m so, I’m so tired, I’m so tired of trying” Flake.

Possibly. Virgil feels like that.

It’s why he hides in plain sight. My Virgil sleeps.

Afraid that I’m like something from the 2006 “Pulse.” For the record, yes, I know the Japanese did it first. My geekiness, Lu. Anyway, it’s like when Braxton was here. I was afraid my rage would drain his life. But it was my indifference that his life tried to fill.

Luna, it’s like my “big sister” would tell me. I would empty my body because everything else was full. Mind, heart, and soul. Filled with what? Fear, Fuckery/Lust, and Fury.

Lunalseca, like a Sith Lord. It gives power/energy, purpose, and perseverance. But life, Lady Lu. “I Want A New Drug.” My harem. Tech with Judy and 2B. Magicks, Nico. Wake up! B Runs, V Hides

“They want what they don’t have anymore. They want life.”
Isabell Fuentes – Pulse (2006)

1945 Days Without B III, Day 1386 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 330 ~B, V, NO F’s~

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Until a couple of weeks ago, I’d say I loved to sleep because I didn’t have to share my pain with B’s little bro. Dads protect their sons, not vice versa. But I get why V sleeps. And M Anime said I was becoming distant. Pain and noise. B, V, NO F’s

Wednesday, May 27, 2026

Journey 330 ~B, V, NO F’s~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… In short, I give an EFF about everything and not enough. How can I not? Kill or die.

As Tech N9ne raps “Am I A Psycho?” I’m sorry, is this song “SFW” safe for work? Um, EFF no! Yes, E, I’m still mad Tue. Eff you, Cody ChesnuTT, eff “Look Good In Leather.”

But what about my boy? Hell, my boys as Virgil lies here beside in Braxton’s spot… No Mas! I need to stop being such a meanie to Virgil. Why do I even care, Echo? Seriously!

Did I care when Braxton was dying? I didn’t know he was dying at first. And that’s the thing. I’ve said it a million times over. “I Feel Everything” when it comes to working. Eff!

So, thinking I was protecting Braxton from my RAGE, Shame, and sickness, I was indifferent to his suffering. And then…

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

Anyway, why am I ashamed of myself about the Day Job, remembering Tuesday? Eff me!

Okay, first off, I was thirty minutes late! Inspector, this will sound like an effing excuse, but they made the schedule. Had I listened to my instincts, I would have been on time, but that’s the whole point. I listen, LISTEN, hear and understand everyone else, and what is that word they usually call me… STUPID! So again I’m late with their wrong time, E.

Now this is where the rubber meets the road. I’m playing music, “Look Good In Leather,” by EFFING Cody ChesnuTT. I pick the non-explicit version, of course, and then Inspector:

“Because I know how to FUCK her better.”
Cody ChesnuTT

It blares right out, Inspector!

Can I say for the record how much I hate saying “non-explicit” or “remove the explicitness”? Uh, to the magic glasses. But you can’t go around offending just anyone, E.

Not unless you’re a White Male, Straight, Christian, with a gun, that treats the orange A-Hole sitting in the White House as God Almighty, believing that misguided, megalomaniac white men, did I mention a-holes, should rule the effing world. FDT!

However, I could be falling in love with a woman who considers Cannibalism a suitable form of vengeance. The problem I have this Wednesday is my mouth, not M Anime’s.

Inspector, I can’t stop feeling, caring, and “Carrying The Banner” of my misery like the effing Newsies. Or like my boys B, V, NO F’s

1942 Days Without B III, Day 1383 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 326 ~Virgil’s Type, Braxton’s Inkling~

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I feel like I’m being ripped to shreds. At least I did last night. Maybe if I were making money doing what I loved… porno, pounding keys, or taking care of my puppy boys, I wouldn’t wonder how long pizza stays good. “Virgil’s Type, Braxton’s Inkling”

Saturday, May 23, 2026

Journey 326 ~Virgil’s Type, Braxton’s Inkling~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… For writing, for women, or how about whining about my boys? Don’t I always, Lady Lunalesca?

When I don’t enter a deep sleep, let Depression bring absolute silence, and “My Dick.”

Seriously? If it wasn’t a certain character from GTA 4 or Cyberpunk 2077’s Judy Alvarez.

But between them was Whiteout Survival all this morning. Thus, no typing, no writing, and not even an inkling of an idea until now. I swear, Lunalesca, the last time I remember doing something that mattered on a Saturday was Saturday, August 13, 2022. Virgil…

Sad, ain’t it? And what a poor little bastard, 2-V, is that I found him—my B III’s little bro.

Oh, eff me, I got an idea brewing. Little head or big head? Both. How do I decide these things? With my boys, it’s my heart. With women… Little head.

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

‧ “I don’t use my head to fly the arrow, boy! I use my heart.”

Yondu didn’t mean it like this, I’m sure, but those words came to mind. Honestly.

Lunalesca, I’m sure you’ve heard this story before. The Saturday all those years ago when I visited PetSmart and saw Archie, who would become my beloved Second-Born Virgil, sitting in a “cage” with several other fur babies. And I swear I heard Braxton’s voice, hmm.

  1. I can’t make this more black and white Dad
  2. Look at his eyes (B III’s tan fur, both sides). And three black dots head, “back” & tail
  3. He knows how to use the paper (Puppy Training Pads)

And now this afternoon SIGH. I got all kinds of horny, and I was thinking of Judy Alvarez and then NieR: Automata’s 2B aka 2E.

So the harem’s getting bigger… Eight? Nine, if you count Elara. Effing Magic Glasses, Lu.

Am I coming to rely on them much too often? I do appreciate the artistry, but I do my own writing and sigh, edits. But the world is being built Step by step, bit by bit. Stone by stone, yeah, brick by brick. Step by step, day by day. Masonry? That would pay well, Lu.

And to think I once liked to sing. My Ma raised me on Whitney Houston. But my calling has always been writing. Cherry tried pumping me up a bit, Luna. But she’s in the same boat. But she’s sick, what’s my effing excuse? Playing in a winter wonderland. And lazy.

Life. Virgil’s Type, Braxton’s Inkling

1938 Days Without B III, Day 1379 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 323 ~Braxton Bucks Tradition Virgil~

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THEY say the buck stops here. Or at McDonald’s. What about at the food truck? Speaking of eating, with the Magic Glasses and a few bucks, I can imagine. Like MAGA wants to, when someone like me was a black buck, WTF! Braxton Bucks Tradition Virgil

Wednesday, May 20, 2026

Journey 323 ~Braxton Bucks Tradition Virgil~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… I don’t need to be a Christian man to know that. I am my father’s son… Get this…

At least I gave my son “The Talk”. Braxton was as obsessed with tits and ass as yours truly. Well, personally, I am more of a breast man. I’m all about yabbos… face, legs, ass.

Yes, Inspector, in that order. What a way to start the morning, hmm? Effing wanking!

Actually, as “I’ve been sittin’ here tryin’ to find myself. I get behind myself, I need to rewind myself”. Otherwise, you know exactly what I’d be doing, crying about Braxton.

Depression, Disgust, and Death itself. My son is still gone. How does one buck loss?

Inspector, no one man should have all that power. I mean to be so indifferent. To pray to be invisible. Hell, I want to… uh, well, you know, but that would be “The Pretty Reckless.”

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

And if only I had a few thousand, a million, eff Inspector, why don’t I go full MAGA, betray my country and attack… uh, you know. I’d get a billion-dollar payout. And be President. But people can’t buck tradition, racism, the ‘rape’ of everything. RAGE!

Inspector, there is literally nothing in my universe that couldn’t be solved with a buck.

And the fact that I can’t buck up and get off this damn loveseat. No, I want to write, E.

Only, I have no idea how to turn it into a profit. I’m sure Ernest Hemingway would have a few choice words for me on that front. I wonder how much he was worth, Inspector.

How much for “The Talk”?

Isn’t that a tradition for fathers and sons? When I learned about “Bucking,” it was from Princess Leia. I have more than enough things to say about certain women, Inspector.

However, something I’ve been thinking about as we’ve been talking is anime. M Anime, perhaps. B III and 2-V’s potential stepmom is always on the brain. But Ayeka and Ryoko.

Well, doesn’t that explain my taste these past few weeks? Is this even allowed, Inspector?

All These Things That I’ve Done. Bucking the system as I eff my existence, Inspector.

It’s getting harder and harder to cope. The Heat Is On, but air conditioning, Inspector.

That would be my traditional eff up, calling my Old Man for help. Buck up? Never! Braxton Bucks Tradition Virgil

1935 Days Without B III, Day 1376 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will