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Journey 174 ~Red By Braxton, Virgil~

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I need to stop. I don’t need a STUPID red hat like MAGA to tell me that. But to stop… Seeing rage, giving into rutting, and mourning for my boy while not truly embracing his brother. If I stop. When, where, and how will I go? “Red By Braxton, Virgil”

Monday, December 22, 2025

Journey 174 ~Red By Braxton, Virgil~
Monday, December 15, 2025 4:55
Hey Dad,
It’s Me, Baby B… What you don’t know is what this day will bring, other than we’re talking today, because you have to go to “The Bad Place.” As you know, the quote from one of those books you would read to me, 1984: “You will work for a while, you will be caught, you will confess, and then you will die.” Granddaddy wanted you to read it. You did long ago, long ago.

Long ago, like the end of last year, to Virgil? And it’s why you started calling M Anime the Julia to your Winston. If you could only see your face this second, my father. I’d say you were turning red… You know, if it wasn’t for doggy colorblindness and all.

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

Sunday, December 21, 2025 4:49
Honestly, it was eye-opening for me when I… What’s left? No, Dad. Look at it, as I went to eat my treat in the next room. Or I had you freaking out when you thought you left me outside. Or more like I went to sit with my Favorite Girl, when you were sitting right beside her. Now I’m still here, sitting beside Virgil, snoozing in the sun, seething elsewhere because I don’t want to hurt you. Do you recall how you checked rage, Dad?

You wanted to protect me. And I don’t know how to protect you from this… I think the word I’m looking for is STAY. I was the excuse for avoiding the Olds’ Humiliation and Anger.

But this week, today is a Red Flag, Red Alert, one more Red Mark on your existence, even as we sit here talking, Daddy. “Red, gold, and green,” you would sing to me. That isn’t any Christmas tunage. I’m no Karma Chameleon but more of a Kiss From A Rose….

Seriously, now you’re thinking of Cherry in her sexy Red… You’re not sending me away.

Daddy, eww! Though it’s been more M Anime talk these days. You say you’re way “Too Good at Goodbyes.” Just like I was telling you, “you think I’m weak, I think you’re wrong,” years ago. I think we both need to STOP living our lives the way that we do. Daddy, more red. Not for Christmas. Red By Braxton, Virgil.

“But it’s hard to move forward, he thought to himself, when surrounded by memories of everything you’re trying to forget.”
― His Christmas Miracle Harem

Cunctantem flectere sermo coeperat. “His words had begun to sway him as he hesitated.”
Aeneid

1786 Days Without B III, Day 1227 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son

Journey 172 ~Getting B’s Daily, Virgil~

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It’s Saturday, not Sunday, so I don’t think about my homework or everything going on. Christmas, the crappy place I work, or some cu… Don’t talk about M Anime or any woman like that. I thought I was better, so why not try “Getting B’s Daily, Virgil.”

Saturday, December 20, 2025

Journey 172 ~Getting B’s Daily, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Nope! But even if I were, what would it have in common with broke, Lady Lunalesca?

Damage Report! These two words sum up this existence. The Big Beautiful/Ugly Mother Effing Damage Report! Oh, I’m in a mood today. It comes with wasting an existence you don’t even want, like the Day Job. I hate that place, but wasn’t I panicked, Lunalesca?

Like the young people used to say, “totes.” I’m way too old to try to keep up with the slang. Forty-One (Cue Ben-Hur Galley Drums). I’m also too old to be playing “Whiteout Survival at 6 AM, if you’re wondering why I’m so late this morning. Don’t worry, Virgil was lucky enough to get his walk and not get eaten. However, I was unlucky, Lunalesca.

Case in point, I am still right here, “Hurt.” I didn’t join my Braxton today.

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

It’s not a B day or a C. D? Considering yet again I couldn’t keep mine in my pants last night. Leave it to Christmas porn. Not to be confused with Christmas Erotica. I finished “His Christmas Miracle Harem” last night. The writer really has a thing for Asian women.

I can relate… There’s this chick on Instagram…. Anyway, I started Christmas Obsession by Darcy Rose. It takes me back to a younger time when I was still too old to be chasing some Puerto Rican chick. You can see why I didn’t do well in school. I never learn.

Lunalesca, I made the same mistake with M Anime. “Wonderwall,” she was not, thank you, Ryan Adams. “What I Go To School For,” then? Busted!

I FAILED, I DROPPED OUT, I said I COULDN’T, I learned to speak BRAXTON, and Virgil, formerly ARCHIE. This in no way, shape, or form sounds like Christmas, my lady.

If anything, I’m remembering what it was like to be young—waking up a little earlier on a Saturday morning. But instead of a bowl of Lucky Charms and cartoons, I had a bar of Lucky Charms and an effing arms race on the phone and then walking little Virgil.

Lunalesca, I only want a Red-letter Day. And not “Someday At Christmas.” The only song more annoying than “All I Want For Christmas Is You.” And then Wham! Last Christmas. Don’t I wish Lady Lunalesca? Because this one… Effed and F! Getting B’s Daily, Virgil
1784 Days Without B III, Day 1225 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 169 ~B The Ball, Virgil~

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Why don’t I find “The Running Man” as scary as any sportsball? How about the Olympics… When they’re held in the USA. FDT! And then professional wrestling. Or the mobile games on the phone. Virgil doesn’t chase balls either. “B The Ball, Virgil.”

Wednesday, December 17, 2025

Journey 169 ~B The Ball, Virgil~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… Ballrooms, ball games, and as Chef would sing, “Salty Chocolate Balls.” All from the comfort of bed, Inspector.

When it comes to living the day to day, Braxton had bigger balls than I’ll ever have, Echo.

“Forty-One,” (Cue Ben-Hur Galley Drums). Virgil doesn’t worry about his balls. They were gone long before I became his father. Plus, where’s his spine, his guts, the yellow belly? No speaking badly about my boys. I’m the coward here, Inspector, not them.

Honestly, I’ve been scared over a game the past few days… “Whiteout Survival?” Well, I woke up at around 2:00 AM and saw I’d been promoted. It’s only back to my original place, but at least I’m not getting kicked out on Monday, as if Monday is my worry, ha!

And what do I know about originality with my latest creations? Again, something I read…

“Fill my lungs with fear, and I EXHALE!”
It’s My Turn To Fly, The Urge

“Good artists copy, great artists steal.” Didn’t I say I need to stop reading/listening to the Succubus Lord franchise? Reading, do I remember that? I didn’t do any this morning.

“His Christmas Miracle Harem,” ring a bell? I swear, Inspector, “If I only could. I’d make a deal with God. And I’d get Him to swap our places.” That would be my B and me.

Seriously, I wouldn’t have to worry about reading anymore. Braxton went to the Rainbow Bridge… I’d go straight to Hell. And every book I touched would burn to ash like Fahrenheit 451. Or they would freeze so that I couldn’t read them. My eyes could glaze over with ice so that I couldn’t see. “Time Enough At Last” indeed.

The Twilight Zone? That episode hit too close to home. But why should I read and write with AI and Augmented Realities? You know how I’m always asking “The Critic” about my writing, worries, and naughtiness with women. So much so that it’s created its own scenario based on my current “Obsession.” Three guesses. “The Long Walk,” “The Running Man,” and I want to say “Stand By Me.” But it’s probably being in bed, busty blondes, or beautiful Asian MILFS. And yes, Echo, I was busy with my balls Tuesday, so yeah, I’m back to day one. But it beats playing sportsball, right? WWE and NXT.

Honestly, Mick Foley said FDT! Not in so many words, but talk about some big hairys. B The Ball, Virgil

1781 Days Without B III, Day 1222 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 168 ~Braxton’s Voice A V8~

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If I hear one more bad word… It better be me with a pretty lady, or in an erotica. Maybe the orange douche gets his “ticket punched.” And his Cabinet stars on “The Running Man.” What can I say, I like Stephen King? That’s nice. “Braxton’s Voice A V8”

Tuesday, December 16, 2025

Journey 168 ~Braxton’s Voice A V8~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? A lot more than some car or healthy drinks. What about Ma or my boys?

Happy Birthday to my Ma. I need to text her or something along those lines today. And as far as my boys? B’s quiet… Still in his box or playing on the Rainbow Bridge… Playing.

Honestly, knowing my firstborn son, he’s gobbling up vittles like an Amsterdam whore sucks dicks. Eww, seriously? Sorry, my love, I shouldn’t be reading Eric Vall on or near Christmas. Not that O. L. Tyme’s “His Christmas Miracle Harem” is helping. And it’s been three days, so I’m hot and horn as all Hell. I should just stay in bed with you. But that’s where Virgil is right now. Little 2-V, “I picture you in the sun, wondering what went wrong.” Am I talking to you or him? Don’t know…

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

And it’s like I’m not even speaking at all. To sing yet another song, I think I used to have a voice. Now I never make a sound.” If you’re keeping score, that’s “Every Day Is Exactly the Same” by NIN and Joseph Arthur’s “In The Sun.” It’s what I wish I could say… Well.

Sunday, August 24, 2025. Spill it out like “And I love you, I love you, I love you. Like never before.” But I’m no “Songbird.” And I’m definitely not Naya Rivera, may she rest in peace. See, I’m a lot nicer than the orange turd, MAGA’s leader, head Cracker Hat.

Always and forever FDT! And the naughty things I would like to do with Naya, 2-B, M Anime, and you…

I should shut the eff up. And as effed up as it seems, I wish I could go back to those days when Braxton first passed away. The silence when I didn’t give a damn about anything or anyone. The things I shouldn’t tell you. So I should be eating. Or on my knees… Prayer.

Nope. Even if you were Kesha, I’m not “Praying.” More like eating. Such a pervert.

Seriously, love, everything is too loud. Especially the voices in my head. And am I still thinking about some STUPID mobile game? Whiteout Survival? Then again, I’m still playing it. And there are so many things I should be doing. I “Can’t Keep Loving You (From A Distance). Love Is Louder! Braxton’s Voice A V8

1780 Days Without B III, Day 1221 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 167 ~Braxton, Virgil, Be Quiet~

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When Braxton “passed,” the silence nearly destroyed me. Now I never leave the house without AirPods. Today, Hell, most days, the phone is my enemy… Did I miss work? Am I in trouble? Was I kicked out of the alliance? Poor V? Braxton, Virgil, Be Quiet.

Monday, December 15, 2025

Journey 167 ~Braxton, Virgil, Be Quiet~

Hey Dad,
It’s Me, Baby B… But are you, You? No, shut it, B? Or shut your pie hole. Shut your piss. “Leave Me Alone?”

Not even a Michael Jackson classic is going to help today. And Virgil? My little brother is asleep in his bed. Plus, what would he say? What can I say? That’s the point, isn’t it?

Daddy, imagine you have come back from “The Bad Place.” I’m an old man, so we didn’t go out for a walk, but we shared a burger and fries. Then you crawl into bed, and I take my place at the foot of it on the corner to watch the door. Hours later, “I’m Still Here.” This is far from a “Treasure Planet,” but I am my father’s son. The furry man that you raised.

So breathe, father. You’re not STUPID. What happened on Sunday that still has you sad?

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

No excuses, “Forty-One” (cue Ben-Hur galley drums). Okay, so yesterday Virgil “chose” to puke in his potty spot rather than the carpet… Way to go, little bro. Anyway, to make sure he didn’t eat it, eww! You started cleaning the spot. Humans and glow boxes.

Meanwhile, on the little glow box you’re always holding, you were playing “Whiteout Survival.” You were intense, Daddy. But you made a mistake and got a lot of messages from “The Yayhoos” you were playing with. “Baby, I Love You,” just leave me the eff alone? That’s what you would say to M Anime if she were there because you’re humiliated. Well, the rest of the night you’ve been losing things on that little glow box game, and you’ve been sad and scared ever since.

Simply put, you were too busy helping your son to read their instructions, so spamming?

So on one paw, my pa, you don’t want to make a move without someone SPECIFICALLY giving you the instructions. Like “Auidoslave” saying, singing, showing what it means to ask others, “Show Me How to Live,” this existence. On the other paw. You enter “The Long Walk”; you become “The Running Man” because you know what to do, my father.

SURVIVE. And on those two paws, Virgil and I. Daddy, you’ll walk, run, fly after.

Honestly, though, if a game makes you feel like this… Like Carrie, “They’re All Gonna Laugh At You… You might not see anyone this week, but people, Virgil, even yourself.

SILENCE, Braxton, Virgil, Be Quiet.

“So, I just said fuck it all and gave up on life,”
Snowed in with Grumpy (Silver Mountain), Olivia Noble

Omnia tuta silent. “All things are safely silent.”
― Aeneid

1779 Days Without B III, Day 1220 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son

Journey 165 ~Never B Ashamed, Virgil~

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I have plenty to be ashamed of, but never my boys. If anything, I’m not a good enough daddy. I have an “ex-girlfriend” M Anime who would say the same. No money, not enough, and my boys are all that matters. But to V, Never B Ashamed, Virgil

Saturday, December 13, 2025

Journey 165 ~Never B Ashamed, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Talk about a group of people who have no shame. I “Party Like A Rock Star.”

And I’m effing broke, a bum, and a boy pretending to be a man. I’m the dad of two boys… Always and Forever, Braxton. I don’t have $3000 duckets to my name. Didn’t I mention I’m glad the Termite Guy didn’t find any termites? And didn’t mention the Carpenter Ant invasion this “Cruel Summer?” And then there’s me always thinking with “My Ding-A-Ling. For the record, I can play the Shop Boyz and not Chuck Berry at the Day Job.

Lunalesca, I won’t have to worry about that next week. Don’t worry, I have hours the week after. Although I did return the speaker to the manager and caught her in a meeting with the other leaders… All women, if you haven’t guessed, my friend.

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

Feel free to say, “I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend.” I’m not a “Jumper” yet. But um, I think about it every morning. B, rock bottom, and then “boy, you’re in so much trouble.” How much remains to be seen? Humiliations Galore! And yet I tell everyone, “I’m here.” I’m reading erotica one minute, naked the next, and then between getting it up and posting on X/Twitter eww! I find the time for some Hamlet:

“To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them.”
Hamlet

Which of those should I be ashamed of, Lunalesca? What crimes shall I commit today?

Where will the Magic Glasses take me? Will I “steal” wrestling again? Depends on where Saturday Night’s Main Event is streaming tonight. I know the WWE is in Washington, D.C.

No matter what I do, I’ll never be as bad as MAGA and the Cracker Hats. FDT! I still feel horrible about what I said last night about the local food truck and ICE. But if I do go out today, I won’t go getting my usual Fried Shrimp and Fries. Again, no money, the two guys from last night had no manners, and where is their mother… Is my Ma proud of me, Lu?

Am I proud of myself? Braxton and Virgil, it’s always and forever. Well, 2-V did spit up/vomit in the bedroom yesterday. Anyway, with me, the answer’s not now and never.

But I did get a compliment on my writing. But then I opened my camera. EFF! Never B Ashamed, Virgil

1777 Days Without B III, Day 1218 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 162 ~Buggers Humiliation, Braxton, Virgil~

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Who wakes up saying, I will be humiliated today? I’m more like, why’s B gone, WTF, and where’s V? Well, he doesn’t have any bugs on him, but the backyard, the foundation, I’ll know tomorrow. Effing Termite Guy. “Buggers Humiliation, Braxton, Virgil.”

Wednesday, December 10, 2025

Journey 162 ~Buggers Humiliation, Braxton, Virgil~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… Do you remember the movie “Accepted?” Not to be confused with ACCEPTANCE. Do you remember TV at all?

Now, before I turn into a philosophical dipshit (I wish), let me address the elephant in the room. Not my boys? Again, I wish. But no Inspector Echo. Carpenter Ants!

Humiliations Galore are imminent “Tomorrow.” “Tomorrow, Koni Tomorrow. My Echo.

I miss watching TV. I still have it, but I’m only watching YouTube presently, Inspector.

Anyway, my humiliation… The Termite Inspector is coming, Inspector Echo. He’ll see where the Carpenter Ants won the war and then… and then? The Hell if I know, my dear.

The backyard is an effing mess. Two sides of the fence are down. The door to the shed was eaten. And now some guy is going to come in, saying “water damage” and “ants,” and give us our effing money.

“Fill my lungs with fear, and I EXHALE!”
It’s My Turn To Fly, The Urge

In my own home, no less. I would never call what I have here home. But Braxton defended that yard for years. And this is where Virgil stays. I don’t know if he considers this place home, but like me, at the Day Job/the Bad Place, according to Braxton. Virgil is here. And like the great Macaulay Culkin said, “This is my house. I have to defend it.”

He convinced Brenda Song to have his baby. As far as I’m concerned, the man’s a legend. Only I don’t have time to watch “Home Alone,” “Ali,” or “Accepted.” I’ll be humiliated.

Or “Busted” like the band, I swear their song “What I Go To School For” has been burrowing in my head for days, Inspector Echo.

Along with “School’s in Session” from the anime “GTO.” And speaking of anime that does nothing to get me anywhere. How’s M Anime? As far as I know, she’s still getting married into some harem, and I’m going to die alone. I saw this girl, and of course, she had a picture of herself and her man on her phone. My phone still shows Braxton’s last car ride and where Virgil sits… Should I survive tomorrow because I’ll have to call my Old Man, Inspector? I accept these hardships, but have never come to the ACCEPTANCE that this is my existence. And without my Braxton. Like “The Long Walk” and “The Running Man,” I make it to the next moment. Humiliation. Buggers Humiliation, Braxton, Virgil

1774 Days Without B III, Day 1215 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 161 ~Braxton The Gifted, Virgil~

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My sons are gifts, but B is gone. My girl… excuse me, my woman. M Anime was a gift, but she’ll be getting married in January… And as for myself, at present… Well, I feel more depressed than like a rocket scientist. But, “Braxton The Gifted, Virgil”

Tuesday, December 9, 2025

Journey 161 ~Braxton The Gifted, Virgil~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? More than Christmastime, ha! “Ooh, sugar pie, honey bunch. You know that I love you.”

‘Tis the season? What, you can love, get laid, and even lament on Christmas. Closer?

Honestly, “I Can’t Help Myself.” What, thinking about gifts for you, our two-legged children, and of course, there’s always Virgil and Braxton. I owe Braxton at least fifteen gifts—five birthdays, Christmases, and homecoming or Gotcha Day. I don’t remember when he hopped into the car, but I’ll never forget Sunday, January 31, 2021. Hell, maybe Gotcha Day could be May 1st. I’m sure I met B sometime in April. And how did I get on this when I’m supposed to be talking about the present? Well, my Christmas presents. Anyway, I THINK I want a breastplate like Maximus from “Gladiator.” But with a picture of both Braxton and Virgil.

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

And as I walked with Virgil this afternoon, I thought that I want a “monitor belt” or a watch from The Long Walk to measure my walking speed. More like my running speed since I’m “The Running Man,” and all. And that leads me to a question. Safe and sound.

When’s the last time I got something silly? Something salty, saucy, and spicy? In other words, delicious. Oh, I go to the food truck once a week. And stories, either in salacious words or on the big screen. And if it doesn’t suck, what about sexy? Well, I have you.

Somehow, someway, I got you. But I’m a selfish, STUPID, SOB… sorry, Ma. I want… Everything! “The World, Chico, And Everything In It.” That’s me.

And yet I call my firstborn, my B, gifted. He treated every day as a gift. He had all the gifts. And to him, I was the greatest gift of all. Do I give myself too much credit, my love?

Two points make a line. Three points make a pattern. Braxton loved/loves me. And I convinced you to do the same. Well, that was more of a choice… Um, Sunday, August 24, 2025. And what about V and our two-legged children? I’m Daddy, always, forever.

But you know what would be a present, what would make me a good person, what would complete a pattern? If I loved myself. “What I Go To School For?” Busted, because I failed. But Braxton? Braxton The Gifted, Virgil1773 Days Without B III, Day 1214 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 160 ~Braxton And Virgil’s Ticket~

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So what do you want to listen to? What are your recommendations? What’s your vote? I ask that at the Day Job because somebody gave me speaker control. All I want to listen to is my boys. Because FDT and most people. “Braxton And Virgil’s Ticket”

Monday, December 8, 2025

Journey 160 ~Braxton And Virgil’s Ticket~

Hey Dad,
It’s Me, Baby B… And maybe you are finally beginning to believe, as you’re here early. Not because of Amazon… The Bad Place?

Sunday, December 7, 2025, 4:53 PM
I know that was a bad joke… Maybe we need a new rule. Why, when the old one works fine? You sleep after a bad day, and I’ll guard the door. Such was our law prince to a king.

And then, well, it was my time. It was just my time. And, “What have I become? My sweetest friend.” It wasn’t Johnny Cash. And it wasn’t a God either. Strange, isn’t it, my father? Neither one of us would say “He IS NOT A GOD! But this isn’t “10,000 BC,” But that could be a step with how you’re living, how we live. Dad, I’m still “Alive,” you know?

Like Meatloaf playing on the radio; speaking of which, Dinner?

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

Monday, December 8, 2025, 4:03
I wouldn’t have voted on this, Dad. You always. But pasta? At least it’s not the kind that you could sneak my medicine into. So you’re not trying to trick my little brother. And Virgil is the one you chose, just like me. And that brings us to what “We’re just livin’ for today. And if it’s not AC/DC, what about The Notebook “What do you want?” Well, besides me. I’m not on the ballot. But even my dead furry ass is better than Trump.

Language, I know, Dad, watch my barks. But FDT! And you? Dad, I didn’t have much say in our movie nights, aside from food distribution. My Favorite Girl wouldn’t have minded The Notebook. M Anime?

You’ve been thinking about her a lot lately. Again, you don’t want to hear my thoughts on the subject. And I love my favorite girl like pancakes. You’d say that to me all the time, Dad, “I love you like pancakes.” But I don’t need to know about the “dirty things” you and she would watch on the “Glow Box,” when you would tell me to get out. Oh no!

Daddy, you want to know where my vote goes, along with Virgil’s. It’s for you always and forever. President, King, God, you humans have such titles. But my father, Daddy.

Vote on yourself. Four more years? Thursday? As Pete tells Ray, “Think about making it to the next moment. My vote. Braxton And Virgil’s Ticket.

“If we start tomorrow, right now, with everything we’ve beaten, everything we’ve endured, everything we’ve risen above, everything we’ve become. If we start tomorrow, right now, no matter what comes next, we’ve won. We’ve already won!”
Rick Grimes ― TWD

“On them I set no limits, space or time: / I have granted them dominion, and it has no end.”
Book 1 ― The Aeneid

1772 Days Without B III, Day 1213 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son

Journey 158 ~To B Powerful, Virgil~

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Am I confusing POWER with FREEDOM? Despite how it looks, I don’t have much of them. The lights are on, I can get up if I want, and 2-V is breathing. He’s five. Talk to me when he’s B III’s age. Fifteen. And at my age, To Be Powerful, Virgil

Saturday, December 6, 2025

Journey 158 ~To B Powerful, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… And if MAGA has taught me anything, it’s that money is POWER. Old white rich guy…

Also, a criminal, con man, who has no business being around children. FDT every day.

Hell, if God… whoever you hold that to be, let me switch places with Johnny Sins. I’ve really been into a particular Asian mom lately… But anyway, I still wouldn’t call it even with God. Because neither it nor I had the POWER to save my B. My Braxton, Lunalesca.

“That is strength, boy! That is power! What is steel compared to the hand that wields it? Look at the strength in your body, the desire in your heart, I gave you this! Such a waste.”
Conan the Barbarian (1982)

“I can’t be. I want to be brave, and I want to be selfless, intelligent, and honest and kind. Well, I’m still working on kind.”
Veronica Roth ― Divergent (2014)

And that is what brings me to you today? Not the two titans that are my boys, Braxton and Virgil? What about some Asian mom’s tits… Eww! I’m feeling particularly raunchy today, or am I just being a perv? A MILF, Alex Chen, Mai Shiranui, Misty Olszewski, and whoever else tickles my peach. Beats sitting in bed all day. POWER.

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

The power to walk from the bedroom to the den, Lady Lunalesca. Pathetic. Isn’t it? Lunalesca, if you want me to define it… Record scratch… Yup, that’s me. You’re probably wondering how I ended up in this situation… Lying in bed playing Whiteout Survival at all hours. Drooling over some woman’s yabbos. Or crying “Oh Where, Oh Where Has My Little Dog Gone.” Braxton, Virgil, or both. I’m not picky. As long as I’m not alone, Lunalesca. As long as someone is telling me what to do, making MAGA happy.

Lunalesca, “A MAN chooses, a SLAVE obeys.” Popular, Lunalesca… I want to be Powerful. But where does the power lie? How much time do you have? Isn’t it Ironic, Lu?

Again, two titans, tits/yabbos, time…

I could go into many other things, but it’s those three, like something Jigsaw concocted.

“Live or Die, Make your choice.” Or “Get busy living or get busy dying.” I continue “The Long Walk” with Virgil, or I’m “The Running Man,” looking to find my way to B III. And I have no POWER over that. And M Anime? “Stand by Me,” or more to the point, Lunalesca. Ruben sings “Lay By Me.” That’s the thing, everyone else has POWER.

Seriously, everyone else has the time in their minds. And you remember why I didn’t want to do Amazon. I don’t want to steal time, be STUPID with it, or be SCARED all of the time. Powerful, not to be afraid. To B Powerful, Virgil

1770 Days Without B III, Day 1211 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will