Dear Lawd Gawd:
My family is a bunch of skeptics. No one believes in you or anything to do with “unseen forces”. I’ve archived more “phenom” of “rods” and “orbs” from our ADT Video Surveillance System starting from around 1/11/2014 onward and uploaded these files to my online/paid/storage account for the “snooper” to review with my expressed permission and full consent.
Last night, Da Squirrel visited his OLD family. The three of us try to get along as best as possible with him but it’s NOT the same. He continues to waste his energy on Facebook. I hate Facebook. It has taken over his mind and focus away from holding a decent conversation with us.
Anyway, after Mom and I reviewed recent video footage Monday night, we decided to share our discovery with Dad and Jr. Dad yawned most of the time and doesn’t seem to care. He recently shows little excitement in anything. Jr doesn’t have an “open mind” and uses “rationality” to make sense of what he saw from our “evidence”.
As for Mom, she has been trying to convince me that “it’s all in my head”; that “something is telling me to be nasty” after I tried to share “off-topic” items that may be interconnected to our “neighborhood issues”; that “it’s a flashlight that made those slow-drifting, soft, transparent “orbs” move”; or that “[hackers] made those events happen” on our camera for over three hours.
And further tonight, she tried to get me to converse with her about cooking new recipes, such as “Caldareta”; possibly eating Costco Hotdog/Sausage with drink worth $1.50 for lunch tomorrow; and other topics of which I refuse to respond with silent indifference/indignation.
Dad also complained recently that I’ve not been answering his questions. For most of his life he doesn’t listen to the first answer before he asks other questions. Today, I also refused to answer “technical questions” from the boss of my head-hunter’s client.
I’ve given up talking to people and being tested by you and your pals. So for whatever reason that you do this to me, I really don’t care. Whatever or however any particular “event” shakes-outs, I’ll just sit back, relax watch and listen, and let the noise run its course.
It’s no used trying to convince any skeptic that porogasm does work; that my mind can “capture” unseen forces; that profit can be achieved by “order out of chaos”; that ALL that exists is not only illusion but sentient, alive, and well; and that I DON’T GIVE DAMN if writers craft their magic to keep us from being bored.
Thanks for the damn ride on this hellish planet, you stubborn old fool. I hope you’re happy with the mess you’ve created and hope you come clean about who you really are and why you continue to behave/operate in such a fashion that confuses dumb-founded people.
Sincerely,
Flynn, the Evil Kitty.
P.S. It’s 2330 pm and a small pop was hear behind me. It sounded like “tap” on a paper material or something. At 1134 pm, I heard another small sound to my right. I guess it’s time for bed. But I’m not feeling the least bit sleepy, even after ingesting antihistamine to help control the food/eye makeup allergy from itchiness and inflamed inside corner of my right right.
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