At 0743, Loca Lolita opens her garage and starts using the garden hose while talking to another female. I wanted to wash my car yesterday, heck, over the weekend with my new hose-powered broomstick. But the Shaytanic synchronicity wouldn’t have it any other way: I washed my car this morning while ignoring the demon-possessed, divorced psycho nutter.
Long ago, I ordered a CB from Shrimpsei via Josh. That device worked but then I had my doubt. A few years later Lena gave me a couple of devices for FREE. Bless y’all. But in my mind I wanted the violent reptilian to go away. She is still living next door to us.
My other thoughts recently has been that most humanz have traces/remnant of reptilian DNA strands. I “see” it with everyone through unwanted behavior, physiological traits, and a host of other negative vives/energy/frequencies.
So the reptilians – one ignorning and one coughing as either one passes behind my desk – continue to exist her at this temp job from hell, at home with my parents/brother/twit/Clem/his parents/all Filipinos/South Americans/Americana – y’all name it – everyone/everywhere.
But it’s eternity as Mutha cannot believe what Dad is capable of doing – passive/aggressive with deceit as with most Geminis of two-face, his son. Moi I’m nasty/mean, no doubt. Oh, well… back to work.
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