20170213-0013. XP2 soundbites.
Satan: I’ll be your Valentine, Dashie!
Dashie: Fuck you, Satan! No way! On second thought…
Flynn says, what happened with ‘Tina’? Curious minds would like to know!
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Reports say North Korea fires possible ballistic missile into sea (Fox News) – East Japan and South Koran Peninsula. My incoming thought indicated that this is a timed strategy towards globalism or at least militarily speaking. Japan gave USA $150 billions financially. In return, USA will back up Japan militarily 100%. So since China has a stronghold upon South Korea and based on my thoughts about Little Kimmy, he may wish to secede away from China or else we will deflate his shiny basketball and Dennis Rodman will be sad. Come on, folks! I kinda don’t like Little Kimmy to starve his humanz. It’s time to allow some slack for enterprising creative souls to expand and play ball!
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Mister Van came yesterday at 1220 and delivered, hollow blocks or cement brinks into our side property. Today he and his helper nephew came 0835 to work on fallen share fence with Bill the Chinese neighbor, who is celebrating New Years.
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Awoke to use the toilet around 0430 two days ago, worked on computer in the dark, then saw straight ahead something peering into my general direction from my left then right then left again via my mind’s eyes imagining two beady red eyes and round hairy head of Sasquatch. I didn’t sense its energy signature the whole time of its presence and only used my blurry focus due to NOT wearing my eyeglasses. This is to avoid freaking out as I continued my work. Later I felt a slight hair raising anxiety as I thought to myself that I had an encounter.
20170213-1508. Well, Mom is asking stupid elderly questions – how did Putin get in the picture with Tom Brady and Rush Limbaugh? Duh, we’re watching the recent YouTube video, Mom! Dad is stupid and doesn’t care help Bill the Chinese neighbor smooth out the concrete on the three-tall stacks of cement brick as a grand support to the wooden fencing above. That’s why Uncle Florene got upset but he couldn’t complain to Mom since Uncle and his reptilian wife Hely lived in our house at that time during our growing years! Mom said Uncle got ‘tampoo’. I know. I understand our cray DNA.
And the crazy bitch living directly adjacent to us is showing her threatening behavior towards us. Yesterday, she left 0950 am and sat with the damn parade again. She wore fake pearls and a gray suit. She kept looking into the choir box from the second pew, center aisle, front facing, right hand side. I would looking constantly at the choir box and several times during the sermon Father Mark G about adultery. So Lolita SGM continues to have her delusional power trip about her own projected affairs on others.
I said the dork’s prayer and rationalized or rather picked up my inner dialogue with the dork that the energy of unconditional love is Jesus Christ and by blasting that towards her make her shift in her seat. I saw her upper torso wiggle back and forth.
I further imaged that a dork was sitting among the parishioners in the pews located the straight ahead of the east wing of the parish or directly opposite of the choir box, which is of the west wing of the parish. I thinking, nah, the whitish guy was too pale and not tanned enough but he did sport a hair-dickey.
And so, I could sense, barely, that either I was picking up his thoughts or that he was picking up mine because I was recalling the gang stalking photo of geese and ducks and how those are cute and harmless, compared to the gang stalking reptilian bitch living directly adjacent to us. So I cracked a smile and he did the same, not unless I’m surrounded by crazies!
He and others kept following my gaze to the crazy reptilian bitch, who was sitting next to the long-haired, dark-skinned girl with an upper lip mustache. I intentionally tried to get a closer look as our right line towards the priest was getting close.
Little did I realize, that Thelma B tried to claim the front position next to the priest, and then the crazy reptilian bitch pushed her way through. But the taller, dark-skinned Filipino priest claim the side next to the celebrant Father Dang, whom I imagined is also ‘interconnected’. He’s Vietnamese. I like Vietnamese. They rock!
Anyway, after the bitch got booted out and as she made her way towards the back of the parish, I kinda leaned towards her and hissed – haha haha softly with my opened mouth. But Ate Ising nudged my left shoulder and I looked at her. Haha! My bad! I’m sorry. I can’t behave. Y’all wanna play with the devil and allow Satan to infiltrate my parish and overrule the tall Filipino priest? I don’t think so! I’m gonna make it obvious, but with a poker face, since I’m up in that god-damned choir box. Sheesh!
And so after Sunday mass yesterday, I bought a flat case of 30 X Large eggs from Olivera Egg Ranch, where Debbie R’s kin folk would shop. I saw the big board block the gap. The wind blew it out! I don’t think my blog has anything to do with it, do y’all think so? Well, I paid my $3.97 and ranted to the cashier about our broken fence.
Then I came home to see the crazy reptilian bitch holding a weapon – a long-nosed sheer for loping off heads! She used that weapon Hon the two rose trees. She chopped it very short until all branches dissappeared. She got angry at the priest and blamed me for that incident. So whoever owns the house and whoever helps pay for it will symbolically her their heads cut off. Yup.
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