Author: FLYNN

  • 20060920-Big Wispy

    fluffy wuffy wispy clouds
    sniffle whipples for the crowds
    embrace us majestic shrouds

    I am humbled once again to share the beauty that is the form of wispy clouds. This picture was taken around 05:30PM after I arrived home from work. The direction was due west and from our backyard.

    I love taking pictures of clouds like these and on this grand scale I feel quite small. My mind creates pictures out of clouds. I saw one that looked heart shape and this picture may contain a face but I am not too sure.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060920-Shake Eight

    Shake my majick 8 balls
    and what you will find?
    Many unanswered nonsense
    to confuse with the sublime.

    Played with an online game and didn’t like the answers received.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060920-Project Fear

    I am fearful of the unknown.
    I hated knowing there is fear.

    I ran away from my true love.
    I ran away from god – my god!

    I am too naked to fight wars.
    I am naked. This is the truth.

    I served fear and stopped to wonder.
    I served hatred and found no love.

    I served others and loved myself.
    I served myself and learned to live.

    See no evil. Say no evil.
    Hear no evil. Be no evil.

    I am. We are. It’s all the same.
    He said. She said. There is no blame.

    P.S. Here is another poem to fill in my sleepless morning. I’ve read more articles by another teacher and wondered if I passed my tests so far. Silence is golden.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060919-Boney Brunette

    Thought One: If someone threw stone at me as punishment (or play whichever the case may be), would I (in turn) throw a stone back at that person? You bet I would and use a bigger stone! I cannot let the perpetrator go unpunished for doing me harm especially when I do not know what happened in the first place.

    But ‘Kali-Maw’ expressed that throwing back a bigger stone is not a nice thought. And this won’t accomplish much but a continued melee of pain and suffering. So I believe that throwing bread would be preferable and, in addition, this would feed the perhaps starving poor soul who didn’t know better that throwing stone in not nice. 

    This fine example is for any ‘nukie-heads’ that would happen to go off ‘accidentally.’ Can you imagine the exchanges that won’t stop if anyone would press the shiny ‘red buttons’ of oblivion first? That, my friends, is not a very nice image either and that is more of a world wide issue than anything on a personal level. Get it?

    Thought Two: Why do the heroes seems to have lighter hair color? I noticed, during those soap operas days back in the 1980’s, the darker haired people were the villains. Is the media deliberately trying to portray the same images with certain people from the middle region as being the underdog on a worldwide scale? I cannot believe what I am observing.

    Once again, the melee happens to be not of stone throwing or missile exchanges but the visual ‘boom-bardments’ stimulating the minds of the ever watchful people via the almighty mass media, which may or may not contribute to mass hysteria. Get it?

    P.S. I think I better give my blogs a rest because I’m getting sleepy. I do hope to ‘God’ people would wake up and try their best efforts to smile, laugh, protest (peacefully) and send out lots of love; so that love returns ten folds.

    The critters, once again, do not understand the power of love and that hurts them. But like the double edged sword, the hurt should save their ‘souls’ like the burning by fire, I believe.

    P.S.S. I see there are efforts to stabilize the region. But there seems to be some stubbornness from certain people or groups thereof. Once again, the needs of the citizens outweigh the wants out of greed and this should be the starting point for both sides.

    Neat thoughts, huh?

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060919-Fishy Fools

    Um, hey look here people. If the ‘head hunters’ want the ‘fish head’ to offer an apology to the highest number of believers in this particular religion, there won’t be anything past a sincere sorry by him at this point and probably for good reason.

    Do you all remember certain groups of the extreme ideals in Afghanistan for the defacement the giant stone images of the Enlightened One, who came to this planet in the form of an Asian human? I think these folks (and followers of these pursuits) should be the one to apologize first instead for claiming that their ‘God’ is contrary to their belief in that country or region.

    This shows that these certain groups are capable of offending non-members and members alike for following the Enlightened One by destroying the 1500 year of statues back in 2001. Who are they to demand more from the ‘fish head’ now? I am surprised at the melee of being done in this fashion and it seems to work.

    Something is not right here. Can’t you all see what these groups are trying to do? They are trying to allow the minions to understand that being pigeon-holed into any religious organizations if not entirely healthy because once again using the ‘Almighty’ in vain is a serious ‘sin’, if you will.

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  • 20060918-Supreme Brother

    Hello my brothers:

    I should believe in a Supreme Being but I know there are more than meets the One-Eye. I already have encountered ‘people,’ who are losing their guise as humans from the looks in their eyes. Some do not sound human too.

    I do not understand my purpose and how you all came to find me. Perhaps, these ‘people’ have always known I would come to know them not as strangers (at first) but as friends or teachers. The worse would always try to lead me astray and my anger is further justified for not knowing better or fast enough.

    I do not know why I should continue my endless reading and researching for data and the pieces of the puzzles that could help me understand the unanswered questions. There are many hints along the way to guide me towards that elusive fruit of knowledge. But the effort is not at all tiring but hard work nonetheless.

    I have always been curious for the better part of my life – always looking through the eyes of a dense person. There is so much more to explore and so far I’ve only gotten a glimpse of what could be better days for ‘normal’ folks. Unfortunately, I’m weird and could never go back to the normalcy of the rewards systems for ‘wage-earners.’

    Okay, people. Hey, I’m trying to sound intellectual from the few paragraphs above. All I could share in this particular blog is my involvement with Masons. I do not know how my whole time/space continuum got warped in the brotherhood’s mess. So far, I could only giggle and wonder to myself if I really belong to this (or these) group(s), since I’m female.

    I do not know which side of the see-saw in the playground I belong and do not care in the least. I know there are out-worldly beings etched into my conscious state; on my shiny forehead; and in my dream scape, which has been since childhood. My stories have been relayed to the best of my ‘knowledge’ and personal experiences. And none believes me except me.

    None in my family is Masons; since we are born and raised as Catholics, which is the primary religion for most Filipinos. (Duh!) I only know of one relative who is ‘Sonic Mom’ and he tried to get Paw to join. I do not know much about ‘Shiva-Paw’s’ side and he does not say too much either. (Hmmm).

    With due respect, I would like to know what is happening overall and mostly with me. I recall being asked the age of my grandmother and the stupid part of me didn’t understand what that question meant years ago. All I know is that some people are quite intelligent and know other people. But I highly doubt they know anything about making great stone monuments by their own hands nowadays.

    P.S. This blog is by no means an attempt to sway my public to switch their religion, if any. As a matter of fact, I expect everyone not to have a religion. The dogmas in any one religious organization are quite boring, confusing and altogether not necessary to people who choose to sleep during the drooling episodes of mouth pieces babbling their truths. And, yes, some are indeed Latter Day Saints, sweetie.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

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  • 20060918-Bored Again

    The current time is 08:12PM and the air feels warm. I don’t like warm and have the fan oscillating around to cool me. Work was done. Dinner was eaten. And the dishes were completed after delivering two of three pizzas to Brat in exchange for two peaches and a plastic container of red grapes from Twit.

    During dinner, I’ve learned that ‘Liar Lunatic’ has been told by Maw that ‘Liar Lunatic’ is no longer her friend. The liar drove to our house and had been greeted by Maw’s screaming from her doorstep. The liar sobbed and shed her crocodile tears and claimed she meant no harm when she Maw was needed as a crying towel of problems. I told Maw don’t believe her anyone and avoid associating with her likes.

    We have learned last week that a relative, ‘Hell-Lie’ has died from lung cancer as big as a fist and probably from exposure to working the assembly line in the electronics industry. The biggest lie was presented during the relative’s funeral. ‘Liar Lunatic’ believed the deceased ‘Hell-Lie’ was a summa cum laude graduate of the prestigious University of the Philippines.

    If ‘Liar Lunatic’ was indeed smart, she should have been more prepared and not have been transferred to this charity hospital where she later died. Or at least she could display her diploma somewhere as ‘proof’ of her hard work to earn an accounting degree. We did not attend the old hag’s funeral due to this bio-units feud. The old town folks already warned that she was too aggressive for my more docile but deceased uncle.

    The only one who cried was the youngest daughter, ‘Anal-Yen’ who took care of the mother (and perhaps other paper works to secure her future of one house in Las Vegas and another in south San Jose). I am not surprised to learn that the grandchildren did not cry since we all know how mean and nasty the old hag was during their growing years. I’m not much into eulogy but the old hag needs to be forgiven no matter what.

    By the way, I did see a white butterfly hovering outside my bedroom window around 09:38AM on Sunday, 09-17-2006 while I was putting on the freshly laundered bed sheets. I remembered my other relative in the Philippines getting a visit from a similar white butterfly, which hovered around her head. She said that was my docile but deceased uncle. Come to think of it, this butterfly may have been that old hag, ‘Hell-Lie’. I wish her a good journey wherever that may be, of course.

    P.S. Bored again sounds similar to born again. But this has nothing to do with Christians.’ I happen to be bored and then thought I could blog about the afterlife in the form of white butterflies. The old town folks claim these are souls.

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  • 20060918-Ride Taken

    Well, well, well. The current time is 04:04AM (Pacific Time), Monday 09-18-2006 and I have been browsing the internet after sleeping intermittently two hours since 09:00PM last night. I came across several articles regarding unfortunate news, which is about at least a dozen military people losing their lives while on their way to having fun.

    Tisk, tisk, tisk. The leader had to rush back home after an annual meeting about MONEY in an Asian country. He cannot and should not escape the cries of his people. His country has stories about official corruptions, bloody coups, political assassinations and terrors by gang boys taking foreigners hostages.

    P.S. It is not nice to ‘take anyone for a ride’ either.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

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  • 20060917-Small Critters

    I love eating spinach and anything crunchy like popcorn. I remember watching a cartoon character who got strong from eating spinach. Once again, the AIDS epidemic and other prevalent cancers and diseases are by far higher than the examples of health concerns presented by the news media recently.

    Let’s see. This time it’s E.coli bacteria. This E.coli bacteria is supposed to be normally found in the gastrointestinal tract. I could only assume the same people being hospitalized have eaten their own crap. Some speculate the water is the cause. Perhaps, this is another attempt to make people stay home and cook their own meals for once. Cooking at home would save hard workers from spending money by not eating out.

    Today, we spent around 20.00USD notes on breakfast at Denny’s restaurant when we could have prepared ours at home for pennies. For example, in one eating: our eighteen eggs worth one dollars notes is scrambled at 0.20USD for four eggs and one bag of ground coffee worth 7.00USD notes is brewed at 0.20USD for four cups of coffee. Eating at home allows us to control the ingredients and cleanliness of our foodstuff prior to ingestion.

    Let’s see. There is Listeria microbes found on cold cuts, hot dogs, sausages, sliced ham, turkey, or chicken. On Friday, August 18, 2006 the FDA approved the spraying of viruses as a food additive on the foodstuff we eat. Does this mean we should stop buying those tasty and salty ready-to-eat processed meat for our lunch meals via our deli stores?

    Let’s see. There is the Bird Flu virus that affects poultry in Asian countries and south-eastern Europe. This goes to show that the live birds do not need to suffer inhumanely in cramped cages or unsanitary conditions while waiting for buyers to mercifully turn these birds into tasty edible parts for dinner.

    Let’s see. There is West Nile virus is transmitted by a culex mosquito. This goes to show that these nasty critters could be controlled when responsible citizens take proactive solution and hose stagnant water lying around their properties or properly dispose of any left over junkyard items, such as tires.

    Let’s see. I remember the 1980’s Mediterranean Fruit flies in California and how planes flew over and sprayed our neighborhood weekly and for months. The Malathion smelled horribly through our non-airtight, aluminum windows and then Mom got respiratory illness afterward. Go figure!

    No matter how big the world happens to be there are smaller critters that seem to plague us in the air we breathe, the water we drink and food we eat. I believe we all need to respect nature and switch to organic and kosher foods.

    This means no more inhuman treatment of animals by caging, shocking or boiling even while alive. Our foodstuff should not include hormones, antibiotics, pesticides or food additives either. We should get rid of those frozen foods and eliminate the microwaves too. Oh look! I’m glowing! (zzzztttt).

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  • 20060916-Love Superior

    Love is not what you see or hear.
    Love is not the anger or fear.
    Love is knowing you are alive
    to share warm hugs and smiles
    with us forever…

    Yesterday, I emailed ‘Squirrel-Ling’ pictures of Bugsy (the parakeet), Grandma and our parents. I’ve included the poem from above in the body of the email containing the pictures of our parents. He reported he was hungry yesterday during lunch time and wanted to re-stock his empty shelves at home with grocery.

    Today, ‘Squirrel-Ling’ (surprisingly) called and spoke to ‘Kali-Maw’ to join the three of us to go shopping for grocery. I assumed that poem that I emailed to ‘Squirrel-Ling’ has encouraged him to spend some time with us. I told ‘Kali-Maw’ of the poem and she cried by claiming I’m a ‘peace keeper.’ We ate lunch together too, drove to our home first and then his to unload what was purchased earlier.

    Peace would be nice among family members and the whole world. I see that some politicians want peace (including the speech maker regarding his ‘tear-roar bill’) but some reject peace keeping efforts. I see the ‘headhunters’ are trying to make a big deal with regards to the ‘offensive’ speech made by this ‘fish head.’

    These ‘headhunters’ have infiltrated the more peaceful section of the Philippines and that was long time ago. I am not surprised at this week’s remark made by the ‘fish head,’ who told the whole world of this ‘little’ truth. We have to remember history repeats itself and this time is not the ‘crusade.’

    These groups won’t understand peace because it’s like talking to them at their non-peace level. Love is superior no matter what happens. I could only observe the political arena and try my best efforts to make known that no ‘nukie-head’ or offensive remarks could take away the hope of people wanting good education, nice clothes or perfect teeth.

    If we want to talk to the enemies (whoever they happen to be), try talking to your own family members and observe. Many of you know that some family members refuse to reconcile and that is sad. Some continue their path towards destruction through personal wars of addiction to drugs and alcohol and end up either in jail or death.

    So try to talk to the enemies and find out what the ‘pluck’ is their problem and present their versions to the whole world. I am sure that everyone will be surprised. The key is to touch their souls. Perhaps, if they have souls, love poems (like mine to ‘Squirrel-Ling’) would be better understood and peace would reign supreme.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060916-Baka Ni!

    The current time is 12:41AM (Pacific Time). And the occasional brigade of modified cars buzz the cold, night air in my usually quiet neighborhood. These hired minions make themselves known more recently through the form of psychological torment – noise pollution.

    I assume the higher level people overseeing my healing efforts seem to know where I live. These ‘Morons’ would dare raise this ruckus unto our own citizens, fellow neighbors, my ancestors and me.

    I will not allow their activities to continue on the grounds that our safety from the unknown is of paramount significance. I also pray my usual circumstances with the hyper and enamored personalities of my co-workers at ‘Ex-Ball’ simply go away.

    Sumimasen, kudasai!

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060915-Six Fingers

    The September event shows six fingers, which point everywhere.
    The hidden truth will reveal what lingers for people who dare
    to investigate sinful trails, which lead down a beaten path.
    Prisoners suffer. The poor are in need. Both are given wrath.
    From ‘egg-ons’ to ‘damn-scams’ to ‘libra’ and the ‘plague’, they make wars.
    From above and below and upon this land, they are greedy whores.
    From export to import to offshore sand, there are gateway doors.
    Who will pay for the high price for one’s soul but a Bill-ionaire?
    When will palmful of grease stop them from becoming too fat?
    What will become of those with nowhere to go but on all fours?

    Author’s note: First attempt at ‘CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme‘ poem.

    This rhyme scheme took me about two hours to compose during my sleepless morning. I produced this one, once again, based on my endless research and personal experiences. I offer no subjective interpretation to this particular blog. Your guess is as good as mine.

    I tried internal rhymes for the first seven lines. Composing poems this long is difficult enough as I try to ‘force’ words to make my masterpieces work. This theme came up after reading another long-head article that is too wordy for my own good or understanding.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.