My Old Man asks me, how’s the house. But at the end of 2023 and the start of 2024. The fence is falling, the floor’s flooded, and I’m trying to fix the shelves… So, sitting here in Limbo. Besides the house, there’s my B. In The Ending Lies Judgement.
Monday, February 19, 2024
Tale 233 ~In The Ending Lies Judgement~
Three-Hundredth And Thirty-First Rule
Madam Justice
Rules Are Made To Be Broken… Because I didn’t join my son. I won’t lie to you… Braxton’s end should have been mine.
Not a day goes by when I’m lying on my back, fighting to keep my eyes shut for the day.
Or when I’m lying on my belly like a slug, grinding away to some video or picture of, you know what. If you’re wondering why I’m so late talking to you today, my dear friend.
How about when I’m playing with the toys I showed Cherry on Sunday? I’m gross.
But I’m also not dead. Even though this is “The End.” It’s the first song that B III sent me.
Remind me not to watch anything to do with Vietnam, Madam. Or reactions to the film Forrest Gump. I ain’t no “Fortunate Son.” Neither was my Braxton. But he’s gone. And Hell’s not for him.
Only if he’s waiting for me, Madam J. But no.
What a way to start a Monday morning. It’s Monday here in Hell! Though I’m not hot because of the punishment I deserve. With Princess Tamer, Succubus Lord, The Gargoyle.
Is there a Hell for being too bright? That’s funny. If all my reading made me a wise man? But I read that The Third Circle of Hell would be a match for pride. “Gluttony.”
How STUPID have I been to realize that I am living in the center of The First Circle of Hell? A Thirty-Nine-year-old man who talks to pretty, pretty girls. Who has his OLDS paying most of his bills? A fur baby I mistook for Braxton. And lives from his bed?
I hate myself. I’m not V’s best pal. And again, my B is gone. How will I be judged? Hmm.
I could make decent showings for every circle but Treachery… But, I swear, Lake Cocytus. And I don’t know how to swim. I hate being cold. And aren’t I always? That’s one more argument for me being in Limbo. No matter the weather, I am always in a hoody, Madam.
And if I’m not, I’m usually taking my clothes off. And what good comes from that ever, Madam? With Virgil walking around everywhere. I can forget about any alone time.
So, what ending am I working for? Unless I’m wrong, Madam. And this is Purgatory.
And in fixing my existence… In The Ending Lies Judgement.
1114 Days Without B III, Day 555 of Virgil’s Arrival
BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will