- Lucus rhymes with mucus.
- Dork rhymes with pork and not the guy Mork from Ork.
That’s all for now. I’ve been meaning to make fun of more names.
Month: September 2010
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Split Peas
I love split peas soup – all green and mushy. It especially tastes good and similarly so as mung beans served with, wait for it, PORK! So, those vegans are missing out on the salty, tasty type of split peas soup. It’s not necessarily the answer to world peace (or with green peas) where good folks feed the hungry any amount of `care and nourishment` to their skinny souls.
The imagery of split peas is called to my small mind in the movie “The Exorcist”. Now that horror movie really is gross and I don’t know how the actress put up with that hair, makeup, costume and prop of spitting out green chunks of split peas across the room, into the faces of people, on herself and on the floor – everywhere! So with that in mind, the word “split peas” is not only food or prop but also of ego, an abused kind.
To me, split peas appears green in color like jealous and bile – all sticky and smelly like pot, crack, dope, meth, etc. But the word feels like the fractured mental state of an unhealthy person going through schizophrenia, whether implanted by the abuser or aliens or government agents and their stalking pals. The sight and sound of those suffering from any form of addictions affects everyone else, not unless they are heartless entities.
Those split personalities (ergo “ghost writers”) have established themselves as provocateurs to create more lies upon more lies and twisted tales of truth – giving lots of false information of regurgitated, if not copyrighted or derivation of the matrix, material ranging from self responsibility to the usual New Age clap trap of love and light, despite the reality that many forms of enemies lurk at every corner as these alleged “dark forces” – all hidden and mysterious.
Honestly, please be a peace with yourselves and quit splitting your hair (or hares or jack/rabbits) over misleading or dis-information that do nothing but provide readers with more eye candy than necessary to lead more productive and creative lives. People do NOT give a damn what writer have to say – which explains why people are going nuts recently.
That is the key: It’s all propaganda – as mentioned in my previous blog entries – time and time again! Why don’t you people get it? I know stuff. Then again, you won’t believe until you’ve experienced these splits. It’s all about control. Give candy and the sheep become complacent. Give hell and the sheep become depressed. Either way, sheep is sheep. Baahh!
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Naughty Noises
So while lurking around on the internet via a blog and then the followers, I found a couple of interesting words and its associations with each other:
- Make music. Making music feeds the soul. The sounds are wondrous.
- Make you sick. What makes you sick is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
That’s why people make music, to drown out the truth or at least sing and/or perform noise for others to feed upon until they too get sick from too much of a good thing. Now doesn’t that make you want to throw up?
`It doesn’t feel too good! When someone does the same to YOU.`
I know, dude. That’s why I had to put out that test. And both of you REACTED well. I expected a RESPONSE in kind of humor, at least. Please, wake up! It’s not about me, my mirror, you as a student or others as a teacher. It’s all about just being a little naughty sometimes. It’s not meant to hurt you or your feelings or pull the rug from underneath you, Charlie Brown!
It’s meant to seek the truth, to see who you really are – a sensitive soul, truly. All I did was share a bit of my `contract with meeting others`. It has nothing to do with revenge or jealousy, although that little monster has been feeling a bit weepy of late. All in all, you are still on my mind no matter what path you choose or writings you happen to come up with. It’s taking a bit longer than expected. You want you happy times back. You’ll get it soon enough.
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Odd Food
I’ve been reading about GMO and other bad foods preserve with chemicals and prepared by strangers. I watched a YouTube video about a bionic burger and posted that to my Facebook account. Tonight, Maw said that the “jasmine rice” doesn’t look like rice because there is not “white eye” or part to it and that maybe it’s rice powder shaped into what appears to be grains of rice.
I noticed too that the parakeets don’t eat the lettuce that I “threw” down onto their dirty bottom tray. Yesterday, they wouldn’t eat the pear, which had misshapen skin and bumpy protrusions on it. But they will eat the Fiji apple anytime, like today – a small wedge. The birds don’t like their normal diet of seeds. Even the BIGGER than normal oat groats had a weird powder taste on it. When I got the platic bottle of food long ago, I disregarded the label showing larger birds and no parakeets.
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Misprinted Handwriting
For whatever reason, people cannot understand me or my handwriting. When I was working in Campbell, CA around 1997, my real job involved talking to the customers. The computer system wasn’t that great either but the accounting process was fixed by a government trained Taiwanese. She’s smart and my mentor.
Anyway, one customer asked if the letter I wrote was a “D” (for Delta). I said that it was the letter “O” (for Oscar). And ever since, my handwriting has not changed. As a result and whenever I would fill out my last name, the customer service people would make a typographical error on the second to the last letter of my last name.
Instead, the last tree letters look like LDS, which stands for Latter-day Saints (Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints). It so happens that typographical errors showed up previously when I filled out a card for Safeway and for Handcock Fabrics. Maw’s last name was misspelled for Handcock Fabrics, which has not changed the annoyance. But I fixed the spelling for the Safeway card via online. Paw’s last name is fine but my Costco card had the same error.
I freaked out as usual because I figured it meant something (a message, a code or a reminder) from TPTB and pals. But Maw quieted me down as usual. Paw didn’t care and wanted the error changed right away because he is VERY particular about his last name being misspelled. He was the one that noticed the misspelling via the Costco coupons mailed to us under my name.
I didn’t want to piss him off. So we got dressed, got it changed, shopped for food at Costco in San Jose, CA and SeaFood City in Milpitas, CA and came home a few minutes ago. SeaFood City was VERY slow paced. We bought the $9.99 Bihon Guisado Value Bundle at ChowKing next door and sat on the VERY hard wooden chair, which was wide enough for someone with long legs or a big trunk of a bottom.
While waiting my head was feeling VERY full. I had to put on my dark shades but that didn’t do me any good. I was (and have been) wearing Shrimpsei’s replacement, nano-pendant. Then as we exited the side door to the disabled parking lot, I pointed out a sign from the insurance company on our left to Maw who was and has been MORE snappy.
Somewhere in the middle of the standing ad were the words “Liberty Lizardo”. I told her that the “lizard” part was in reference to reptilians (or reptoids, or in our shortened version to describe aliens – E.T. or “et” (as in the French conjunction for “and”). No wonder my head didn’t feel right, which she said about my mental state earlier during her freaking out moment at the butter stand.
I hate them. No one believes me anyway.
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Feeling Giggly
Holy crap! I’m giggling over what I feel is a bomb-shell of TRUTH! After reading a juicy piece of material regarding a `friend` and after all my hardwork, I didn’t realize people just move on with their lives! This is fine because that is what a LONG distance, platonic relationship is meant to be – without the burden of expectations, clothing, shelter, food or sex – just plain companionship and the willingness to support each other in times of need.
No wonder God, the Universe and pals, said:
“Chick, you are a gullible idiot! You are not New Age material and not intelligent enough to handle the daily affairs of people with karmic debt, which you call life’s challenges. You can’t handle the public scrutiny of someone who has been known internationally. You too will be eaten up by his past.”
As I read further into her comment, I wondered myself why the IMs abruptly stopped! I recall telling him specifically NOT to communicate further through these IMs (with me in particular) and for good reasons. It’s because I have personally have had problems meeting people online in this manner – mostly bad and ugly. But this divorced guy is so good-looking, really! He knows damn well to just stay low, not unless he LOVES and CRAVES public attention.
Plus, it takes too much energy to `keep up appearances with friends of a feather` without actually being there in person, without hearing his voice, and without experiencing the joys and happiness of being a family. Recently, I’ve learned while working at my temp job from hell how VERY refreshing it is to interact with HUMANS. The dynamics of human interaction is quite demanding and interesting, too. I think that is what is called: drama.
Already, I’m picking up deception here and usually it’s for protection sake, too. That’s why I keep blogging without putting out the names. It’s silliness and nonsense, really, come to think of it – just like entries made by users of Facebook.com and does nothing to foster comradery except back-biting brothers and slandering sisters.
While I love reading and hearing how people twist tales, I’ll continue to pray to meet someone special. For the love of God: What are you people up to, eh?
That is what Mike told me after lunch two days ago:
“Someday you will meet the right person.”
Damn! And just like Coffee Talk with Linda Richman and “Whenever Linda would get upset, she would put her hand on her chest and say:
“I’m all verklempt” or “I’m a little verklempt.”
I too will move on – being a little butterfly and fluttering amongst the various wild flowers, tasting each one until I get all fat and lovely. Nice knowing you, dude.
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Chemtrail Line
Yesterday during the initial walk with the tall, handsome guy, he asked how I was feeling. I told him that I felt weepy and sad the past few days and that it had nothing to do with the monthly thing or the fact that there was no full moon.
He said maybe there was something in the air. To my left and along the north side was a LONG stretch of chemtrail running from Mt. Hamilton in the east towards the west coast in the distance.
From where we were walking, the dried field of grass and wide expanse of the view was striking. I reached my right hand over to my left and with my right index finger pointed out and traced along the chemtrail from right to left. I said:
“There’s your answer.”
I didn’t dare mention the word `chemtrail`. He kept silent. I kept silent. I then mentioned feeling drained of energy. And for whatever reason (and maybe because of his company), I felt better on that fine afternoon.
It also could have been a good night’s sleep due to the fact that I put on THREE layers of blanket to keep warm during the colder nights and to prevent my feet, ankles and calves from cramping up.
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Want Them
I’m a dog, sorry! As a fire sign, I’m always hot! My mind has been creating up all sorts of fantasies but never manifesting those into romantic realities.
During yesterday’s lunch walk with that tall, handsome (and “somewhat” happily married) man, I told the guy how I never knew what it was like renting an apartment with friends and how my plan to get married after graduating college and making children fell through the cracks.
He keeps mentioning how he would like my living arrangements, just living with a companion and without the burden of children. Well, you gorgeous guys are more than welcome to come back to this side of the grass and taste the sweet life of FREEDOM. Brouhaha!
Again, the cute guys are always taken; while we ugly broads take the back seat and giggle at their “misfortunes” in life. Hehehe! I truly felt pity for the bald guy as I did with REALLY ugly ones I once met, dated and spat out in the process.
For the past few days, I asked myself:
“What do I want? Do I want the sun or the moon?”
Of course, my answer was really a question to myself as:
“Can’t I have both the sun and the moon?”
While I like the day, the night will do just fine. While I imagine living as a “single” source of inspiration and golden-colored happiness like the sun, I like to be “married” in a platonic relationship – all shiny and silvery bright, too.
I like to think along the line of “group-hugs”. Bahahaha!
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Memory Lane
So I walked around for less time than normal. The skies were cloudy and the wind was cool but the warmth of my black-colored vest made me hot!
I see lots of dandelions – so yellow and fierce. Even one very stunted flower was surviving near the sidewalk. I wanted to take it home with me. I imagine these flowers as lions – sitting and waiting for bumblebees to come by for nectar drinks.
“Roar! Roar!” said the dandelions.
“Buzz! Buzz!” said the bumblebees.
I see a couple of tall flowering plants of dainty purple color. I wanted to take those home, too. But the construction people won’t have it any other way. They too will pass just I as walk on by them – a memory, just like the squashed spider on the sidewalk and ovoid-shaped insects of gray and red colors making out for the past couple of days.
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Famous Friend
At around 6:00pm tonight, I reviewed all seven voicemail messages to the same number of the same cellphone, which I had for over ten slong years. Six are from the `fellow brothers` at Chasters and the first one was from a hard working server for humanity. I deleted all of the six messages but saved the nice one for review later on by myself and other `fellow brothers` (without my knowledge or consent, of course).
Anyway, here is my philosophy regarding being a famous friend:
- A REAL friend is brutally honest. That’s why they are hated enemies.
- Being famous means `going through the fire` of humility.
(Author’s note: Paw said it’s time for dinner: He was upstairs here at my computer workstation! As a result, this blog entry is shortened because I cannot think. I’m hungry!)
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20100917-Noticing Numbers
Besides the usual double or triple digit numbers appear almost everyday, I was falling asleep from my glucose-induced coma attack via a VERY ripe and long banana with brown dots on the yellow skin. After several system shocks from this `deep meditation` prior to REALLY falling asleep, I felt something touch the middle of my hairline and slightly to the left.
I awoke and saw 5:19p 09-17-10 displayed on the Cisco IP Phone 7942. Then I went online to the current local time in San Francisco and saw that the `real time` should have read 5:11pm. That’s double digit on the number one (or eleven, like the 9/11 event).
Then within that same minute, I was saving my work. The MS Excel spreadsheet showed the number 144 the the following image below:
Excel has completed ts search and has made 144 replacements. I think that number signifies a wake up call!
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20100917-Weathery Ways
This morning was low clouds of gray puffs. Now it’s fluffy, puffy clouds of white and sylphs, too. A futile chemtrail was being eaten up by sylphs. The air is fresh unlike this morning, which smelled of misty ground water from the construction site near HWY 101. The feeling today is sleepy.