20260608-1026. Blog entry.
I recall a phone call long ago with RJ, who said:
“You sound disappointed.”
Rightfully so, this was after I let out one long aspirated sound into my iPhone.
This is because I know “personally” that some, if NOT most, online players are either automated “bots” or [ahem] “intel” like me, maybe.
And so I am NOT particularly impressed by any and all online narratives.
I used to get all riled up and excited during the political years leading up to what would probably be our VERY last presidential selection of 2016.
Thereafter and mostly after the demise of a beloved, the political excitement of electing, selecting and voting has lost its magical “mojo”, if y’all will.
Both the beloved and I preferred and enjoyed one side of the political spectrum, being team red or Republican; while the other side being for team blue or Democrat.
Now that the beloved Has passed on, I’m stuck with the dribble of the next beloved who prefers siding with team blue or Democrat.
He was originally Republican, but with the push of the other beloved, he switched sides to Democrat.
I guess he did NOT know OR understand what each political affiliation represented and he chose one over the other at different times.
At present, we are supposed to be signed up for team Independent or Non-Partisan (NP), of which the acronym resembles closely to that of the Non-Player Character or NPC!
In the Bible, we are NOT to supposed be “lukewarm” or sitting idly on the spiky fence but we are to take a side, either team blue or team red, which is supposed to symbolically represent “hell”; while the heavens or skies above look awfully bluish in color!
Anyways, two weeks ago when the twosome brought food and a birthday cake, which we already bought one-day earlier, and ate and celebrated my younger brother’s birthday at our house/my home, I mentioned aloud that everyone is a winner and qualified to represent a public office, and that if evil could do the (or a better) job, then that’s okay, too.
Yeah, so after I sent three messages to the owner of his groups earlier this morning, I’m still disappointed that I got stuck with these infiltrators of my current realities.
I expected full repayment and refund for these inconveniences.
This is what I would coin as or call: “inconvenience fees” or tithing in another twisted form of balancing an unknown karmic “debt”.
This brings me to two terms or words: “cash” and the “petal” of flowers.
I am associating these two words with the first name and last name of a director.
This current director belongs to the effing, beeing, eye-balling governmental agency.
Although, y’all wanna repeat and say “Goodbye, FeliCIA”, I’ve always been observing despite NOT blogging for the past one year!
With that said, the contractual agreement states something about liquidity and/or of equal value, meaning “cash” being the most liquid of all financial and/or instrument.
The flower part called “petal” is in reference to the first name (or shortened stylized nickname) of the “big kahuna” whom I have already mentioned in my earlier blog post somewhere.
This “big kahuna” is someone that I’ve had the chance to meet in-person through and in the presence of the buck teeth “finder” among many “finders”, who happened to have shared their “photos” via Yahoo! Messenger at that time.
I still have retained all Yahoo! Messenger activities, by the way.
Anyways, I am still hoping both characters would fulfill their end of the bargain stating: “It’s going to happen”.
To date, I’m still waiting for whatever is “going to happen”.
The governmental agency knows what I-AM talking about.
Because I called THEM and gave THEM my details.
I’m curious what y’all happen to know all these years (before, during and after my existence) as per my incoming thoughts and the word “bonds” at around 1050 AM PT now.
Y’all got some sort of “cheat” sheet or code that would allow and dare y’all to invade my privacy, especially whatsoever manifests from my thoughts and in my heart.
I hope you eat your own giggles at my expense.
That’s why I keep ranting.
Until y’all pull-through, I won’t forget, even if it’s a karmic “debt”.
Maybe, I should play a lotto. But that’s controlled, too. Huh.
End transmission. 1051 AM PT. FLYNNIE. Edited 1100 AM PT.
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