Behold! Evil Kitty has serve as Cantor for this morning’s main choir mass! My first note was a guttural reptilian sound full of Half-And-Half mucoid from this morning’s coffee binge. But the rest flowed while my hands shook!
As I mentioned in my old blog, I’ve inherited short-circuiting. When the stress is too much, my daddy and I would shake. Then we would shut down exhausted. This might be one major factor as to why we refuse to party with humans. Even the though of attending parties of ungrateful relatives raises my anxiety level.
As for last Sunday’s mass in which the audio quality sucked, my heart rate was over 100 beats per minutes. So I might as well either get a heart attack from doing music or crash in a fire ball from drive cars. Either way, I’m NOT impressed, appreciative, or whatever.
Once again, I’m forcing myself to play along the scam, although the priests and other staff members are now focusing on God and/or JC and NOT too much on VM, depending on the cult-like establishments. Whatever. I am dismayed that Das Squirrel doesn’t believe in God. As an Old Soul, I guess he got tired of the scam, too, due to feeling betrayed that God let his mommy die.
Sincerely,
Flynn B is wondering WTF is gonna happen next and if Evil Kitty should care to find out or if fighting back or if simply walking away from those who might depend on volunteers, is worth the energy. Oh, yeah. I’ll record the stuff on my Smule account later.
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