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Well, I’m able to blog. Mom is napping. Dad is cooking rice. The parakeets are relaxed.

At 0728 this morning, I opened the front door to see a clean, large, beige SUV vehicle of PGE parked in front of the our home. I noticed that as soon as I opened our front door, the vehicle took off eastbound on MY drive and probably headed southbound on the Sageland. The driver of PGE was whitish and sported those dark, wrap-around shades. He was talking on a wireless device, a cellphone.

Then I decided to go quickly upstairs because I wanted to see if he was going to park elsewhere or to take off southbound as I assumed earlier. But I didn’t see where he drove off. What I saw was the crazy bitch living next door to us. She was backing outta the maroon Dodge Caravan (CA license number ending in 689). Her tiny arms were turning quickly the steering wheel.

Yesterday, as my parents and I were leaving westbound on OUR drive for the usual daily errands, I noticed a piece of white paper (LIBERTY TAX EMPLOYEE) peeping outta the left corner of the back windshield of the white Honda CRV with CA license plate number ending in 696. The white mini-SUV was parked in front of the house. I noticed that this white vehicle hasn’t been going places. I am assuming Belinda, the daughter, isn’t working. Virgil’s dark blue, black Honda Accord has never moved from its parked position on the right side driveway. I am assuming he is too crazy to work or leave his Mommy, when given a chance by the relatives living in the Philippines. They are both in their later twenty years of age. Their mother is going to be 59 years old this August.

As for Trump, he is an honest entertainer, and definitely not a politician. He said in a recent rally that people only like him when he gives money. I understand him VERY well, for I was in that row boat of destiny. I’m surprised how these expectant recipients continue to latch on to free handouts, not realizing that those givers worked hard to earn a few shillings.

Before I forget, the best rally took place in Eau Claire, Wisconsin on 04/02/2016. Heck, if y’all listen to all his rallies, which my Mom and I have done via YouTube, y’all will hear snippets of his ‘messages’, though most of the speeches are reiterated to pound into the memories of more forgetful humanz.

Once again, I’m requesting that Bernie wins the delegate nominee for the Democrat party. Plus, Larry David can impersonate the guy pretty good and that makes for SNL ratings. Otherwise, SNL is boring without the like of him and the SNL Hillary impersonator, too. The point is that those who worked in and around Hillary have already disclosed that she is TOTALLY cray-cray. And that’s NOT a good presidential trait. I don’t care what Trump says about wanting to debate Hillary over Bernie, even though he is Communist, in which I read an article headline online that Communism is an evolved form of Capitalism. I don’t know.

But what I do “know” is that the system(s) are rigged and corrupt. Why, Flynn? Well, as mentioned in my OLD blog, the alphabet soup can only do whatever it wants by protecting its bosses over the transparency and disclosure of data for public scrutiny and for historical reading, which will be judged harshly initially but forgotten eventually, like the Bible and other chronicles of this hellish planet.

So by and large, we’re gonna attend mass as usual and hopefully NOT knock off pieces of Eucharistic hosts from the cray, err, devotees off alleged spiritual salvations through existential factors, such as rosaries, adorations, confessions, pilgrimages, etc. It’s all a money-making machine, no matter how y’all look at it. And there are those who dare complain unto my thoughts that they need to make money. Huh.

Greetings my minions,

I’m blogging while my parents bicker over our current incompetent POTUS and Dad’s lack of understanding. Mom is cutting her fabric materials. She has completed three camp-like shirts – one dark blue for me and one green and on light blue for her. Dad had his three hours nap. I had mine until 1800. I awoke sweaty due to freaking hot temperatures. The bedroom window was opened and the outdoors air was freaking warm! The sky was crispy clear and blue. Lightweight chemtrails didn’t stick yesterday.

Anyway, I’m sampling new Ringtones from my cellphone, which has an ‘edge’ on life. My favorite from many slong years ago was ‘Morning Flower’. This time I may choose a more organic and Oriental ringtone: “Calling You”, which sounds like wooden blocks and is less blaring. I love ‘Crossing a River’, which is more appropriate for waking up as an alarm. I love ‘Day by Dad’, which sounds like a New Aged smooth jazz; whereas ‘Leap Up’ are upbeat like a video game. ‘Percussion’ is rhythmic. I love ‘Dance Party’ and ‘Dream’ are like modeling shows. I bought a new case by Incipio.com, which I bought after mass today.

Anyway, I can’t keep up with the daily prompts. I may go weekly instead. I don’t care for current news because those are just the same depressing crap of death and dying and imperfections never perfected

At 0600, we picked up Mom from her sleep therapy. Last night during her set-up appointment at 2000, “Glenn San”glay (a Chinese Filipino, whose grandfather was full Chinese) talked too much to us. He shared that he didn’t want to attend the required, one Chinese class; that his mother died when she was 41 years old due to not making the first facial tumor surgery performed by a Standford specialist into the Philippines when he was sixteen, (14 younger brother and 18 older sister); that and that he and his family made entry into the U.S. without much trouble due his father had worked as a public, civil servant in the USAF; and that he is voting for Trump. His wife wanted to vote for Hillary. But after he disclosed that his friend once worked as a security guard to the former BC; the old broad is MORE crazy than the crazy old fart.

After Mom took a shower to wash off the electrode gels, I curled her hair and we attended early morning mass; had breakfast at Denny’s where I at a Triple Bacon Sampler, which was salty; and went home where they cooked until I came home around 1225 after attending Sunday morning choir mass and shopping for my new case.

The crazy bitch living next door to us continues desecrate the Host served as Communion Minister next to Father Dang and drove out the demons from the choir members. She is still trying to make a name for herself. She wore a light green-patterned long skirt and long-sleeved cream top. She carpooled a bug-eyed woman wearing all white pant suit. As I passed by the twosome waiting strategically at the corner brick wall, she looked into my direction with her possessed reptilian brain and mumbled something as I mumbled ‘be quiet neighbor peace. She took her photo as I made my way to my car while flashing the horns with my left hand holding my black shopping bag.

I noticed earlier that a red, little sedan was parked near the eucalyptus tree and took off westbound on MY drive upon our arrival coming home from mass. She appeared to be looking at the opened garage door of the crazy 58 year old Filipino monkey-faced bitch living door to us. We could see the maroon Dodge Caravan # 689 parked inside the garage.

I noticed earlier that a beige box-liked SUV left eastbound on MY drive just as I reversed from my right-side driveway to attend my choir mass. The beige SUV appeared to have been parked facing the opposite direction near the eucalyptus tree and headed southbound on the Sageland.

As for Saturday, we attended morning mass and had breakfast at Goldilocks. The food was cold! We met and talked with Sally, the baker. She is renting $850 with her husband and two boys. We talked about possibly renting out our rooms to the family for less. She said her husband doesn’t do drugs or alcohol and her two boys are nice. But Mom eats pork. Sally gave us that circular plastic container of colorful milky Jello dessert. She’s nice and would hug and wave heartedly to us. God Bless good folks like Sally.

Then we shopped at Hancock Fabrics and learned from the skinny, red-headed, neck-tattooed manager that the entire company is closing. Everything must go – 20%.

As for Friday, we attended the noontime mass. At 1240, Mom knocked a few Host from the chalice, which was held too closely by the tallest nun, who blushed after quietly picking up the Host. I saw that a different old white priest was scanning the place of devilish occurrence. While kneeling down to sing loudly the remaining verse and to pray away the unfortunate incident, I noticed that Father Joseph the celebrant was pissed off because he replaced the Host and into the Tabernacle located under the Monstrance, which is located underneath the HUGE wooden crucifix and roughly closed its door.

We had lunch at Seafood City Grill. Our one complaint is that the tables are dirty and not disinfected. I think Filipinos are too ashamed to do dirty work, which really is the reverse and end result of cleaniness – the closest to godliness, of course. The world operates in the reverse for some odd resaons, but I guess Filipinos are too above mere dust and ashes.

Yeah, so as y’all can see, life sucks. It’s just one distraction, called ego, after other narcissistic goals. Instead of calm meditation, I’m surrounded with humanz who won’t stop it.

In my other thoughts, Trump is working hard to teach us that the ‘establishment’ can come down due to the fact that ‘they’ are working for the ‘humnaz’. But Mom sensed that he’s gonna fix it. She keeps her observations straight based on intuition. But I based my interpretations according to ‘thoughts’.

For example, the ‘wall’ may well be an analogy, too. The ‘reality’ will be based on human consciousness on how much ‘protectionism’ is necessary; so that losers like me get a freaking job. Or else I’ll continue to live with Mommy and Daddy. Do y’all understand?

I don’t mind how much ‘stories’ on the mainstream media y’all spew. Just pray that my VERY bad allergies of clear mucous and constant itchy tickling sensation above my leftmost corner atop my soft palette! This may take two more weeks to clear. Ugh!

~FLYNN B.

I just started this blog just as Trump finished his rally at Hartford, Connecticut. Today was weird, too.

Mom awoke seven, went back to sleep, and awoke at 0925 am. Dad awoke around my time at eight but takes freaking two hours to come downstairs. After taking a shower for my interview at 1300 and later putting on my war paint, I had to stuff the UPS bubble envelope with my old phone for the $50 credit in a buyback program. Then we had breakfast around 1000 am. I waited one hour until Dad finished his rituals upstairs; while Mom finished sewing my new blue camp-like shirt.

At 1100, we arrived at the UPS store and dropped off my prepaid package. At 1122, we arrived at the Divine Mercy prayers. At 1229, we took our Eucharistic host and drove to the bathrooms near the hall. I waited in the no-parking zone with my hazard lights turned on and the handicapped placard hanging on the rear view mirror. A UPS brown truck came and went. Humanz came and went. And my parents finally loaded themselves up into Dad’s Mazda Protégé.

At 1245, we arrived at the Mxxxxtt Txxxxs sectors. I didn’t realize this was name of the location. I logged into the kiosk, misspelled the last name of Kelly, waited for the kiosk to burp up the name of the contact name, selected the correct name, informed the receptionist to print out my badge, waited five minutes for Kelly to come out. I then interviewed with Natisha, who took notes and will forward the crap I unloaded, including my hearing impairment, to Kelly who may or may not contact “Shane” my headhunter sometime next week.

Thusly, I came out to my parents waiting patiently parked in the handicapped lot until 1335. We then headed northbound to Milpitas, shopped at the first Filipino grocery store for $0.75 cans of young coconut juice, shopped for grocery at the next Filipino store, and ate two order of Number Four with an extra chicken BBQ stick.

At 1320, we arrived home to see the crazy bitch living next door to us. Her electric garage door was wide open. The maroon Dodge caravan CA # ending in 689 was parked crooked almost over the public sidewalk but on the left-hand driveway. Mom pressured me to close the garage door quickly. Had that been Dad, that would have taken five minutes!

As we slowly unloaded our aged humanized forms, we can hear her taking out her sexualized, Jezebel-possessed jolly in the form of verbally screaming loudly at the crux of our shared chain link fence. I overheard her talking aloud to herself or to an imaginary listener over her free Obama cellphone: “She’s inside the house”, twice.

Once again, her home address in 1335. She her first real/full name followed by the street number, followed by Comcast.net. She usually arrives home around 1500 or so. How strange is it VISA tourists with cray-cray to get jobs over natively-born residents, like my brother and moi?

Behold! I’m blogging on my new smartphone. It has a good “edge” on life. So today was weird.

“Shane”, the head hunter called me about a last minute gig to relieve someone going on maternity leave until June.

So we shopped at our local grocery store and then attended noontime mass. Mom was freezing cold.

We scouted to the temp job from he’ll after mass and located the address. I went indoors and inquired with the bug-eyed reception.

He said i could log into the kiosk tomorrow. That place is a round building and contains two large companies.

After lunch, the headhunter called me back to let me know that they will go with another candidate.

At around 1600, Dad handed me a brown package containing the new smartphone.

After only waiting fifteen minutes, the blackish guy, with the help of the Vietnamese elder guy, assisted.

While downloading my apps, charging my phone, and scanning and archiving Dad’s paper works, i listened to the Democratic debate.

Unfortunately, i was to distracted to listen. Das was still gardening. Mom  was still sewing. Both are okay.

Hillary had knowledge and experience.  Bernie had sentiments about the Palestinians, and that was important to me.

Anyway, i plan on returning my old phone to qualify for the buyback program. I’ll fix myself up pretty and hopefully present myself to the potential client.

I feel like a pretzel!

So arrived at my local phone store and number four in the list. There are two customers with appointments. The third one is Enrique and his is at 5:15 pm. In number four on the list. That means i have to wait one hour.

Around 1600 pm,  Dad handed me a brown package, which contained my new phone. I hurriedly got dressed and headed out to this freaking place.

Some dude at the central station checked me in. In the meantime, I’m blogging. I already have my two old devices and a possible third, in which the contract won’t expire until August of this year.

I’m using this smartphone but it’s part of the buyback program. I have a previous device, which I’m hoping will be credited, or at least recycled. So I wanna give up three devices for one, because it is part of the cleaning up.

The other two electronic devices are readers. One is getting old, the other is generic. Both can hook up to the WiFi.

I’m sitting next to this kiosk and it’s too loud. So I unhooked my two hearing aides. The stupid LTE system keeps bugging out.

The hold up is because a bunch of family members are taking to long. I wonder what can be done to speed up the line. This place is predominately Hispanic. Sheesh.

Dear Lawd Gawd,

WTF is going on? I wanted an easy life. But y’all blessed unto moi a bunch of disabled humanz! I don’t like my assignment at the home front. I’m trying to hold my tongue around the elderly and place myself as the compassionate caretaker. But it’s not working!

Plus, the crazy bitch living next door to us had a couple, no, three episodes. During Friday around 1500 in the afternoon, Mom and I worked in the backyard and trimmed off excess layers of Dad’s lemon grass, which he removed from near the chain link fence facing the street.

Then we heard the crazy bitch dragging the San Jose recycling bins very noisily into the side ally way. We heard her mumbling under her breath. We finished our veggies in twenty minutes. The weather was cloudy and cool but not cold.

During Saturday, I had opened my bedroom window upstairs. The air was refreshing and cool. As I cleaned out more paperwork and placed those upstairs for Dad to shred, he reported to Mom and me that he heard the crazy bitch saying aloud “bow-legged” many times.

Mom and I suspected that she had another episode of “soom-poon”, which is a Filipino word meaning, frustration, or tantrums. In other words, anyone like her, including liberals and progressives, who cannot get what they want or get their way, they throw their temper tantrums.

That’s not fair to us. That’s another disturbance of peace. Those who are crazy in the head are disturbing the peace. And for whatever reason, I’m surrounded by cray-crays!

For example, prior to the ‘peace be with y’all’, Joy opened and closed both hands in the air and covered her face like an Islamic worshipper! I kept my composure stiff as a board but I couldn’t help but roll my eyeballs away to the left ceiling. She’s to my right and the conductor’s Mom is to my left.

Anyway, can I please take a failing grade in this lifetime and lemme move on with something worthwhile, like fun and entertainment? Actually, I wanna quiet place for reflection and contemplation. I wanna try connecting to the spiritual realm without all these noises and distraction.

I’m educating myself via articles online and through these messengers that I should “Love Thy Neighbors and Thine Enemies as Thyself” and that “Thou Shalt Not Judge Nor Pass Judgment Unto Others”.

I’m trying my darnest to realize that all these are illusory and that these challenges are but reflections of myself, my fears, and what I could have been had I not chosen a path of righteousness.

After awaking from my two-hour nap earlier this evening around 1900, my parents were sitting together in the living and watching a televised show: “Bhuthan: The Happiest Place on Earth” – Host and CNN anchor Bill Weir explores the South Asian country of Bhutan near the eastern edge of the Himalayas, considered by many to be the happiest place on earth and whether the modern world will slowly infiltrate its remote borders.”

I can see that these humanz are happy in front of the camera. I can see happiness on their faces. But behind the scenes, I wonder if they are truly happy, though some do express unhappiness with the political system.

I wonder if eventually any happy life will be infiltrated, just like mine, the old towns, and other historical events. Only time can tell and in the end we will meet each other.

With catnip happiness,

Evil Kitty

P.S. I wonder if America can model their happiness factor against the Bhutan lifestyle and return to nature by not building damns or eating meat.

Earlier this evening, I changed the following General Settings: Site Title from ‘The Daily Pause’ to ‘FlynnsPaws’ and then to ‘FlynnsPaws Blogs’, which was modeled after MessiahMews Blogs; and Tagline from ‘An Empty Blog by Flynn B.’ to ‘The Daily Pause by Flynn B.’ I wanna combine the emptiness with the daily pause, but I will have to meditate further.

I could cancel my Primary Domain ‘flynnspaws.com’ and retain the free domain name later on this year, because ‘self-aggrandizing’ is not good (per ‘daily messenger’.) So maybe I should go ‘free’ going forward, since I’ve not income, seriously. I don’t know why I bother upgrading. I may revert back to ‘Flynn’s Blogs’ instead. Sheesh.

So now I’m bored. Mom is being quiet. Dad is being sick. And life continues its fictitious existence.

If Trump isn’t the Republican nominee, and since Cruz won Wisconsin, Mom and I aren’t voting and we will change our party to Independent. As a result, I’ll vote for John McAfee as POTUS and Grump Cat as VicePOTUS. Yup.

Mom sensed that the Republican party will loose deu to the elite are doing everything and their best to prevent Trump from winning. Because the establishment and elite cannot do their ‘monkey business’.

Trump is only laughing, according to Mom. And I’d laugh alone with anyone who still has Trump’s lightheartedness in all things. But I’m feeling sad due to the mistreatment of the Veterans. Sigh.

I still have a creepy feeling that Hillary will win, though her eyes are wild, though her voice modulation is manly, and though she lies and won’t do as she said.

Honestly, her answers are within normal parameter. Bill Clinton’s responses are still within normal parameter. I find both are within acceptable parameters. If y’all want them, y’all can have them.

Congratulations, Hillary! My parents and I didn’t stand in the line and braving the blistering, cold wind under gray cloudiness back in 2008 when you visited San Jose, CA.