Well, I just finished reading Kenny boy’s latest article on “a short story” and it was rather intriguing. (Actually, I don’t fully understand the word “intriguing”. Whatever.) It was NOT worth it because all that stuff is OLD news to me in another twisted life’s scenario or more.
2304. While half-way into the article, Maw interrupted me. Again, this type of distraction prevents me from sharing my thoughts/streams of consciousness from other Selves. (*Off-topic: With that thought still in place, boredom has nothing to do with depression. It’s because my awareness of my surroundings make me realize that things are NOT what they appear. And thus you will see the recent word usage of “playbook” in my weblog. Also, what do I think of their creative stuff via photos? The smell is fresh at first and then later I get used to the energy signature. Whatever.) So my thought was about “doing the right thing” and that includes all watchers watching other watchers and politicians, too. Don’t get all high and dandy and full of humor at my/our expense. I won’t take it. Huh.
Earlier tonight during the conversation with the boy over dinner and how drones are so silent high up in the skies that the “enemy” wouldn’t be able to detect its presence and how the “bullets” or cartridges are as LONG my hairy, monkey forearms, I responded to the boy about how the “bad guys” think they are doing the “right thing”; yet they died by these remote controlled, non-piloted aerial crafts. I wondered aloud how these machines feel for being programmed/controlled/order to kill without mercy.
Nowadays, I get easily touched/sensitive/aware/concerned about anything/anyone hurt, although death seemed like a better option to deal with DAILY frustrations that included the pain I’ve inflicted upon a little black ant yesterday while scooping up my dried pebbles from a frog ceramic container that once held two barely-alive stalks of bamboo. So again we humans are wrong/bad guys for being merciless giants to the small kingdom of this hellish planet.
2324. During this morning’s mass, one of the reading was about giving to Caesar what he deserves while giving to God everything else. I forgot my thoughts after taking this brief note. Oh yeah, I remember an imagery of Nero playing his violin and the burning of Rome. I really don’t know what that (historical) event meant.
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Anyway, that’s it for my notes. Now for the crap. Everyone has at least one excuse for being less than imperfect in God’s creation/image/eye(s). Take that one bit of data and a nice “playbook” could be created to “help” put up/down the person, depending on circumstances. That’s why advertising oneself (in public) is like selling out to the devil. You get nice amenities in exchange for the golden handshake of silence, if cooperative. If not, death or at least watchers watching your every move and other weird circumstances to mess with you so you could mess up.
Of course, the trade-off/off-set would be EQUAL in deed/word/action. 1203: Everything and all seems to want balance. That is why I choose to blog anonymously. Those that really troll my weblog would click on the links to my other accounts and therefore would know my true agent identity, in capital letters for personal reasons of simply preferring capital letters to stand out like a “big foot”, not Nephilim or narcissistic, it’s just the tops and bottoms of the letters line up. Never mind.
What am I trying to say? Oh, yeah. People have interests, some of which require big responsibilities to keep that interest alive for family, friends, fortune, fornication, food, fame, etc. All of it are the letters “F” for F-U. You see the temptations here and everywhere. Everyone wants to buy into the “beast system” and keep alive these illusions, which when loved way TOO much will never seem to manifest. If there is a slightly doubt somewhere in the interest, again the balance is achieved either stalemate (as in boredom/stale bread) or checkmate (as in payment/check please).
So I got bored. For every action there’s a reaction. You hit me. I hit you. And even if “I’ll go to the [WordPress]” and spill my morning coffee all over my “brand new cotton shirt”, I already knew (because I already had knowledge all that time) that the outcome would be futile. During the time the “Wicked-Leaks” dude was squirreled away temporarily, my observation(s) indicated how key players are capable of ruining their “playbook”. Fine.
1219. While sitting on the toilet and urinating, I had a thought about how arranging a deal with troublemakers can be done by forcing/making them “spread their wealth” in special ways, such as charitable organizations. No! I’m NOT talking about foundations that hoard/accumulate wealth that doesn’t do anyone any good. I meant really “sell everything” and follow a correct path to balance out your burdens of guilt. Since we are all going to die and/or get reincarnated, this arrangement is to see if TPTB and pals have a heart. Would you rather do the correct/right thing(s) in life until death do us part and live another day or let others take your fall/karma for being naughty?
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