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Journey 150 ~B’s Real Ending, Virgil~

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As the song goes, “Death Is Not The End.” I’m not a religious person. And I’m dumber than most. But I still talk to my firstborn son every week. And I have enough trauma from the Day Job that I’ll never forget that place. B’s Real Ending, Virgil

Friday, November 28, 2025

Journey 150 ~B’s Real Ending, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Not a review? I’ve caught up a little on my reading. Day Job? That comes later.

But the FEAR is here. And what do I compare it to? Isn’t it Ironic, it feels like B… dying?

“Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.”
― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

Braxton, my son, is not a coward. That would be his scaredy-cat, skeevy, and STUPID father. Did I mention STUPID? Again, we’ll get to that Lady Sophia. But when did Braxton’s story end? Was it covered in syrup as he dug into “my” French Toast? Was it wrapped around my sister’s bedpost? How about when I told him to get in the car? His choice. Was it standing in front of me, teeth bared at his grandpa, ready to fight and die for me? Was it walking to his water bowl, trying to prove he was okay? Crawling into my lap? Looking into my eyes…

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

I swear I haven’t cried after losing M Anime three months ago. And the Day Job has me scared to death. But it takes Braxton to bring on the tears. His One Shining Moment, hmm.

But he only died once? Virgil and I… I named him after Virgil, of course, the man who guided Dante. Vivi was a black mage from Final Fantasy IX with a short lifespan. And Virgil’s already as white as a ghost… And he and I wake up thinking, why would we wake up? Effing dumb! It’s “Christmas Time in Hell.” Please don’t remind me. Tears?

Honestly, how will I pick out the Christmas Erotica I want to read? Didn’t I eff that tradition when MAGA took office? You remember Sophia:

  1. Brave New World
  2. 1984
  3. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
  4. It Can’t Happen Here by Sinclair Lewis
  5. WE by Yevgeny Zamyatin

A lot of good it did me. STUPID as I am, I didn’t understand my Ma asking me to come and pick up Virgil, and my Thanksgiving dinner. Yesterday, Thanksgiving was catered by the food truck up the street. And of course, all the stores were closed. And Black Friday!

I’m not walking into any store today. And I’m trying to understand the words “Unexcused Absence Exception” since I didn’t go into the Day Job this morning. But I did get all dolled up, and why? Broke, Fired, and Unemployed are words I know, Sophia.

Or do I? Panic Attack, Anxiety, how about love? Would I have done it for Braxton? What did Meatloaf sing:

That’s The End. Fatherhood. Manhood. Braxton. B’s Real Ending, Virgil

“And I would do anything for love
Oh, I would do anything for love
I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that
I won’t do that.”
Song by Meat Loaf ‧ 1993

1762 Days Without B III, Day 1203 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 148 ~Virgil, Braxton Calls It~

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Here I am, this is me. And while Braxton and Virgil would “Stand By Me,” for “The Long Walk” I have to take today. I’ll still be “The Running Man.” Because I’m feeling more like Winston Smith and the rats… Room 101. Virgil, Braxton Calls It

Wednesday, November 26, 2025

Journey 148 ~Virgil, Braxton Calls It~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… I could prattle on about the usual, but the main sin happens… Well, I have thirty minutes. Maybe.

Make the call. Make that change—literally, Inspector. I can go to the Day Job, what Braxton calls “The Bad Place,” and be a ‘better’ man, be belittled because of the Panic Attack that is happening, or just barf all over the place. Eww! I’m going to be sick, Echo.

I’m willing it. Hell! I was very much so with everything that happened yesterday, Echo.

I don’t have to do this… Make the call. I can’t go in. I CAN’T DO THIS. Make the call.

But if I make that call, it will change my existence. And what about Virgil? He needs to eat. I didn’t eat till midnight, being so sick. If I lose the Day Job, Virgil and I will both understand Braxton.

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

Starvation? “Desperate for changing, starving for truth.” “Hanging By A Moment”

Inspector, indeed I am. I’ve said I’ll always choose the physical pain over any mental anguish. My Braxton was the same way. He would rather stay and wither away beside me than think about leaving me. And Virgil? Well, he’s in Braxton’s room, hiding?

Inspector, neither one of us wants to deal with our bosses. But if I don’t go today, what about Black Friday? Thanksgiving indeed. Did you see my last paycheck, Inspector?

Everything has taken a backseat to this moment. The back fence falling, being broke, not wanting to leave this bed. Even Braxton, which is the greatest sin of all, Inspector.

Forgetting my firstborn son? Never! Being sad or being SCARED?

I’ll take damn near anything over FEAR, which is why I’m right here, phone ready.

“I’m starting with the man in the mirror
I’m asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make a change.”
Man in the Mirror, Song by Michael Jackson

Inspector, what should I do? I heard once that you should flip a coin. For the second, it’s in the air; you know what you truly want. Belly or head? Eww! I’m not in the least bit horny, but me being me, I was thinking about sex and/or a blowjob. But my belly says be sick and stay here. My head says, they’re looking for any excuse to fire you. Physical and mental seem to be together. I’m shaking, my stomach hurts, I’m sweating, and my mind is ripping apart knowing what this will all mean. “Panic Attack” Inspector Echo!

Seriously, am I calling or not? Virgil, Braxton Calls It.

“I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that. I won’t do that.”
I’d Do Anything for Love

1760 Days Without B III, Day 1201 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 146 ~Daddy, B, V, She~

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There are too many days I’m worried about. Braxton lived moment to moment. I promised him… A good Dad? I tried to be. Siblings? Well, Virgil was the first. A step-mom and two-legged siblings. It’s been three months since my breakup. Daddy, B, V, She.

Monday, November 24, 2025

Journey 146 ~Daddy, B, V, She~

Hey Dad,
It’s Me, Baby B… Don’t believe me? You haven’t cried all day. Not even for M Anime. Your third month without her. Me?

That’s all it took for your eyes to glaze over. You would have listened to my playlist all day and been bawling your eyes out. But like father and son, right? Or from King Ezekiel.

“And yet, I smile. For we will mine glory from the rock of struggle this day. We will honor and protect this… this bastion of life in a land of the dead, and we will win. You trust the king… we will win. I smile… I laugh… I rejoice this day… for on this day, we are joined in purpose and vision… we are of a singular heart and mind. On this day, we are one!”
King Ezekiel, Some Guy

Honestly, today is the closest we’re getting to “that week.” The ending of January 2021. I’m supposed to be the one who makes you feel better, Dad. And neither one of us likes thinking about that week. But I remember. You didn’t think I knew, but I did, my father.

It helped me to take my mind off myself. I worried about you, and you were trying not to hurt me because there was such… RAGE. You were never bad. You simply kept your distance. Virgil is just like me.

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

Distance meant my brother and I slept at the foot of the bed instead of right next to you, Dad. You even had to play sick today because I think you’ve decided what to do.

Wednesday, Friday? You got Chicken Noodle Soup and Sprite. Black parenting. I remember when you were really sick, and I would lie beside you. Virgil again is very much the same. And M Anime. She was gone before E-Day, Virgil’s Birthday, and whatever is going on now. The Bad Place? We both hate the Bad Place? But you would tell me that’s how you got me French Fries, so you had to go there even if it k*lled you Dad. And if you go in on Wednesday or Friday… Don’t think that… To join me.

Heart attack, stroke, and any other disease that MAGA and the Cracker Hats have unleashed. I was there for the entire Trump term. FDT! But this isn’t about them, Daddy.

Today isn’t even about M Anime. She’s been gone three months, and she gets nothing.

“I’ve been gone, I’ve been gone for way too long.” “Only God Knows Why,” or as you would say, only Braxton knows why. Today is “All About You.” Again, like father, like son. Or more like the tunes of Jeymus Samuel and “The Book Of Clarence.” What about your book, my father? My book. Virgil will get one someday. M Anime has several. And why? Because of the Day Job. You’re scared, seething, but also somebody. Daddy, B, V, She

“I really don’t want the end of creation to be my fault.”
Succubus Lord 3

“Evil is nourished and grows by concealment.”
― The Aeneid

1758 Days Without B III, Day 1199 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son

Journey 144 ~B A Moment, Virgil~

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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 143 ~Braxton And Virgil Turn-In~

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I haven’t read about anyone taking my Day Job shifts. Am I anxious to read my Day Job walking papers? What do I know? I was reading the wrong book today. And if I intend to finish my one book a week… But if I don’t work… “Braxton And Virgil Turn-In.”

Friday, November 21, 2025

Journey 143 ~Braxton And Virgil Turn-In~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… That’s assuming I can still read. Do I still have the money to buy more books?

As of this moment… Yes. Even if I’m reading the wrong book. And Braxton knows what’s going to happen on Wednesday. I’m still STUPID, sad, and scared out of my effing mind, my lady. And speaking of ladies, wanking off to some girl making out with her boyfriend isn’t helping. Eww! Sounds like something I’d read in a book not meant for B and V.

Happy memories? You know I don’t do happy Sophia. But I was reading books featuring Cuckoldry, Netorare/NTR, and Harems long before my “Relationship” with M Anime even began. And now I think I keep going because much like reading about fur buddies passing away, reading about voyeurism, lovers being used, exhibitionists, and yes, harems, there’s something therapeutic about it, Sophia.

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

But then again, no 150-word Depression cap. I’ll be as sad as I want to be over my B III. The way he and Virgil do now, sleep when I’m reading things they shouldn’t read and things I don’t want to read. Although what I was reading this morning… Accidental.

“Pledged To Him 7” by Neil Bimbeau. Except I never read “Pledged To Him 6.” Seriously, my lady, my boys aren’t the only ones who need to turn in. Not that I sleep well, Sophia.

I look at the alarm clock as prisoners must do on their last day. Someone said love doesn’t tell time, but neither does FEAR. Every minute and every moment. Sorry, McVries.

Honestly, Sophia, like Peter McVries from “The Long Walk.”

“Don’t think about making it to the end. Think about making it to the next moment,”
McVries, The Long Walk

“He lost his appetite for the carrot.”
The Long Walk

I’m more like Stebbins. But it isn’t that I lost my “appetite for the carrot.” I see it, I want it, but I’ll never reach it. And even if I get to rest a while and take a bite. I CAN’T DO THIS, Sophia. “I dare you to tell me to walk through fire.” Shinedown and all that. I can’t.

I read my Day Job schedule. And if I can’t do as they ask, then… I’m reading a pink slip.

At best, I’m reading a report on my record. That’s if I’m lucky. I’m fortunate to be the father of two. However, one of them is now in a box. And Virgil. He doesn’t read the bag, but he’s got food. Braxton And Virgil Turn-In.

1755 Days Without B III, Day 1196 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 141 ~B Grateful For V~

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So many years ago, at my Day Job, I was asked to work the return station, and within minutes, I walked out. Now I’m on the schedule in black and white. Wendy’s tried that… Quit/fired. Arby’s? I never went back. My Day Job? B Grateful For V.

Wednesday, November 19, 2025

Journey 141 ~B Grateful For V~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… Why? Because I’m not grateful… Forty-One? How many years have I given to the Day Job? I’m afraid?

You’re goddamn right, I’m afraid, Inspector Echo. Did Quintus Arrius ask Ben-Hur, AKA “Forty-One,” if he was scared? What did it matter? Forty-One was enslaved. I’m not hmm. America, right…

I can quit, such is the great FEAR. Then I would be living in Cormac McCarthy’s book. “The Road.” Better that than what I’m being asked to do at the Day Job. We’ll get there, Inspector Echo. But while I’m bawling, I’d rather it be for my boys, Braxton, Virgil.

Inspector, if I could survive Braxton’s passing, I can survive anything. I should be telling myself, I’m So Thankful even to have the job of Daddy. Grateful, thankful, dogs, babies. I never feared it ending until one day, Braxton just wasn’t here anymore. And Thanksgiving?

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

In case you think this is awfully soon. It’s never too early or too late for FEAR, my dear lady Echo. So let me give you another one. FEAR of losing my everything, hmm? Braxton?

Inspector, what about the FEAR of dying alone? Besides counting my days at the Day Job, we’re heading into my third month after breaking up with M Anime. So STUPID.

Echo, I mean me. I never learn. Neither at the Day Job, being a DogDad, nor the yearnings of my wayward d*ck. Do you remember, Sweetness? One more hot-to-trot Latina.

Inspector, here I am after damn near stalking that girl to having my heart broken at Forty-One by a Puerto Rican woman. Every day we creep closer to January, Inspector.

Only let’s focus on today; no more on the 26th and 28th. WTF is Return Drop! Please, I know now! Because this morning I was begging like a b*tch to get out of it, Inspector.

Those thirteen hours are going to cost me my Day Job, Echo. Wendy’s? Cashier? People?

I can’t do this at my retail job, Inspector. Let me repeat that. I CAN’T DO THIS! So what’s next? I can be grateful for the wasted years of my life, Echo. Lanyard, Badge, Goodbye.

That’s on top of the Humiliations Galore that I experienced today. Virgil hasn’t said anything. Uh, being a dog. I’m The Running Man, Lieutenant Barclay, The Vault Dweller/Sole Survivor, The Walking Dead, Forty-One, a scared man… B Grateful For V.

“Being afraid all of the time, of forgetting somebody’s name, not, not knowing… what to do with your hands. I mean, I, I am the guy who writes down things to remember to say when there’s a party. And then, when he finally gets there, he winds up alone, in the corner, trying to look comfortable, examining a potted plant.

You’re just shy.

Just shy… Sounds like nothing serious – doesn’t it? You can’t know.”
Star Trek TNG: Hollow Pursuits

“A man chasing two rabbits ends up hungry; A wise man grows carrots.”
Stoics Meditations

1753 Days Without B III, Day 1194 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 139 ~Braxton, A NOISY Virgil~

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It’s day-to-day for me. Is it the silence or the noise that scares me more? The alarm clock, 2-V crying, and everyone asking me why I wasn’t playing DJ today. Or B III’s loss, my sleeping, and the augmenting of reality… Braxton, A NOISY Virgil.

Monday, November 17, 2025

Journey 139 ~Braxton, A NOISY Virgil~

Hey Dad,
It’s Me, Baby B… Not just noise, not the sniff, sniff of my nose, or in other words, breathing. Not nothing or never.

But your son. Though right now, to you at least, I sound like the Can You Hear Me Now” guy from Verizon. That was one of the great things about us, Dad. You talk a lot about how Virgil has my eyes but our ears. Scary, sleepy, satisfied, whatever we heard, everything and then some. And then there was the silence. We were safe, Daddy.

Honestly, how do you feel after today? We’re talking over “The Weeknd” ha-ha because today, well… What could I tell you that you would believe? Steve, Bob Marely, and I.

I want to say that “every little thing is gonna be alright.” “Everything is gonna be okay,” like Blue’s Clues.

I remember Steve from Blue’s Clues. Pokémon. I would sit in your lap as you played video games. The wonders of the glow box. You even did the Dad thing and said it would rot my brain when you left it on when you went somewhere. The bad place? Negativity.

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

I won’t add to that noise, Daddy. If anything, one of the best sounds in the world spent in front of the glow box was you, me, and my Favorite Girl watching movies together. Dad?

Next to you, hearing how I would call to you without a sound. It was your breathing, the beat of your heart. The being you, not just with me but with her. Second Favorite person…

Yeah, that wasn’t family. But I hope you hear when I say this. My father…

You are my person, my human, my Dad, definitely my Favorite Boy. And today Dad…

You’re still breathing, you’re alive. That’s the noise I long to hear on days like this one, Dad. Is it better when Sia sings it? “Alive?” It’s not like you got to listen to it at the bad place, right? As you would say, that’s not negativity; it’s simply the truth. And you are here, Dad. But if I were there in that bad place with you, I’m sure that my barking would have stopped anyone from asking you anything to hurt you. And Virgil wants to cover one of your ears as you have an AirPod in the other. There’s noise and what’s worth listening to. And what is that? Braxton, A NOISY Virgil

“You’re a special person to the universe in ways I don’t think you know.”
― Bikini Magic by Michael Dalton

“A hideous noise of shouting rose to the heavens as young men fought and fell under the iron hand of Mars.”
From ― The Aeneid

1751 Days Without B III, Day 1192 of Virgil’s Arrival

Always and Forever,
Your Son

Journey 137 ~Braxton Flies, Virgil Runs~

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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 136 ~Braxton, Virgil, Moving On~

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Run boy run… On the grounds that I want to make it back to my bed. Any move I make is towards being on my back, be it reading a good book, some beauty’s boobs, or joining my Braxton in what lies beyond the Rainbow Bridge. “Braxton, Virgil, Moving On”

Friday, November 14, 2025

Journey 136 ~Braxton, Virgil, Moving On~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… And it always begins with my boys. Doesn’t it? Will I even finish Michael Dalton’s book?

Better Bikini Magic than the thought of losing my Braxton, always and forever. But Soph?

There are two things I must make 100% abundantly clear. One, I know that’s not healthy, or at least that’s what all the pet loss books preach. And two, there is no such thing as ACCEPTANCE! Is Braxton gone? Yes. Is Virgil his reincarnation? No? He eats from Braxton’s bowl and dish, for God’s sake. He is not the “Return of the Mack. Do I exist in a universe without the physical manifestation of my firstborn son? Always and forever.

So “Papa Don’t Preach,” and “Mary Don’t You Weep.” No Woman, No Cry.” But me?

Well, I won’t be keeping that 150-Depression Cap today. There are too many stories, Sophia.

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

How many will I buy today? Ones that I don’t have the ability to change in any way, shape, or form. Like the thirty-six bucks I spent at the movies on Thursday. “The Running Man.”

We’ll get to that. But I want to talk more about the subject that’s been plaguing me, or rather, all of us. Artificial Intelligence (AI), Augmenting Reality, or as MAGA puts it, Alternative Facts. It’s everywhere, my lady, and last night showed its corrosive effects.

Thankfully, I ain’t that asshat in the Oval Office FDT! Dumping “waste” on people, Eww!

But it’s like a writer’s power. Again, I think about my EX, M Anime. She joined a harem, and it gets me off thinking of her spreading her legs. Eww!

Cuckoldry/NTR. I don’t kink shame, my lady. Unless, um, you dump on people. Or feet.

None of that was in The Running Man last night. However, they did say some rude things about Ben Richards’ wife. And I wanted to do some obscene things to Laughlin/Katy O’Brian. Will I ever move on from yabbos, my yard stick, and doing you know what, my dear lady? Hell, I can’t say I’ve moved on from 1987’s “The Running Man.” But 2025’s well…

The story resonates with what’s happening in the world today—another Stephen King work indeed.

Seriously, he is one smart Mothereffer. I wish my novels were like that—the story of my life. Virgil will keep his. Movie receipts. Dog food. Braxton, Virgil, Moving On

1748 Days Without B III, Day 1189 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 134 ~The I’s, Braxton, Virgil~

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The I’s have it that I should wake up in the morning. MAGA is seeing to it that I don’t have a vote anymore. I prefer listening to my boys, B and V, anyway. But being Chihuahuas, they’d get deported. For now, I see family. “The I’s, Braxton, Virgil.”

Wednesday, November 12, 2025

Journey 134 ~The I’s, Braxton, Virgil~

Bless Me, Echo,
For I have sinned… And yes, the clock does read 9:47 AM. If only Braxton were here to sit on my head.

Have I mentioned Virgil has been creeping up to the pillow during the night? But what got me up this morning besides some BLONDE’S yabbos, an Asian Lady BEETLE, and worrying about BUCKS. My boys’ eyes. Braxton looks at me, “Through Heaven’s Eyes” these days. Virgil’s eyes are confusing, but are surrounded by Braxton’s coloring.

Honestly, my eyes… One more reason I’m still here and not “Laughing With God,” Echo.

As Regina Spektor sings, “the last sight they’ll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes.” Braxton is always watching, and Virgil. We should both close our eyes to avoid seeing the messes we’ve made. And yet there are the magic glasses and hitting the mattress to dream our lives away. How to spin this?

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

Okay, first, there’s the augmentation of reality or AI, from movies to music and manuscripts. If treated as the tool it should be, it could do good. I mean, every day I get to put B and V together with some pretty girl. But then there’s a digital Johnny Sins.

Speaking of books, at least I’m still reading Bikini Magic by Michael Dalton. I’m not being negative, Inspector, but only telling the truth. M Anime wants that life and children.

Sometime in January, she’s marrying a Cuban man, and she’ll be his third wife. Uh, he still has the first two. Personally, if I had the money, I’d choose the harem lifestyle. My dream, E.

We’ll get to that. Being awake though… These magic glasses…

“I Think To Myself,” as if I’m “Top Choice Clique,” that I can change the world to fit my narrative. I might as well join MAGA and the Cracker Hats. But FDT! I at least want to help people. I believe I will make the world better as soon as I reach for these glasses.

Seriously, though, it’s not wrong to tell the truth either. So I would rather be sleeping right this second. Every footstep I take is like being on The Long Walk. Every time my fingers hit the keys, I imagine I’m a prisoner/slave in 1993’s “Posse: The Revenge of Jesse Lee.”

“Let That Hammer Fall.” Ha-ha, the only time I’m not lost to the music. Eyes closed. The I’s, Braxton, Virgil.

“A man chasing two rabbits ends up hungry; A wise man grows carrots.”
Stoics Meditations

1746 Days Without B III, Day 1187 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will