20150731-1259. En route homebound from noontime mass, another synchronous event took place at 13th Street, a Satanic numerical value.
I sensed the parked parked vehicle would merge into my main traffic. But at the same time, I signaled right, which the driver assumed I would yield.
The vehicle was a jacked-up, baby blue, SUV-styled, pick-up truck. The driver wore a light-colored cowboy hat with its side riding high. There was a passenger because he turned his head as I flashed him my subtle long horn as if driving the steering wheel. They went right towards downtown. We went right uptown.
Later, a regular unmarked white caravan-like vehicle cut in front unto moi. Mutha Fucka rebuked moi for noticing these petty annoyances, such as two Filipinas coughing behind us during mass the whole time! But Mutha Mutha claimed she had no time for that nonsense.
Deadbeat Dud is so closed-minded to noticed his immediate surroundings, let alone his own wife and family and probably due to early signs of dementia. That’s deserving for someone who is to focused on himself to care.
Earlier, en route to noontime mass, I kept emphasizing that family dynasties rule their respective territories. For example, the ruling “class” of America is “represented” by the surviving presidents. Y’all already know who will win the 2016 presidential race due to these familia connections.
20150730-1212. Listening to my eye candy’s sermon on rock and roll, sex, anger. Either virtue or vice, repeated music, reflect on our character.
20150729-1347. We were finishing the remained pieces of Dove Dark Chocolate. My “fortune” was: “Read the last page first.” In other words, the world operates in the reverse. Know the “end of times” stories and y’all know how there plot is developed from the beginning.
20150729-1213. I’m reminded of the blueish halo glow of a messenger from an old photo upon hearing about Moses messing up and how he walked through the purgatory of fires towards the promised land.
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