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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Transporter.”

Rotten milk! That’s right! I recall that smell upon my security blanket. I hugged it, slept with it, and brought it with me wherever I went. I loved that tattered piece of material, which we stored in a regular box and upon a closet shelf. It’s dark pink with white threads, almost like a Damask but thicker piling.

The rotten milk smell reminded me also of my baby bottle. I used those thick, dark-brown rubber nipples at that time. Boy, I used that bottle way past my weaning, until our babysitter, Auntie Emma, told us a lie: that there are worms inside the milk. She showed us the bottle with the milk and insisted that worms were inside. But err didn’t see any. Damn liars!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Silver Screen.”

“I don’t give a damn.”

Seriously, I think people don’t really give a damn, except to make themselves happy at the expense of others. Because if we all did give a damn, then there would be world peace, say, by February 14 on Valentine’s Day.

But I think these New Age channelers are getting their senses crossed in hell because there’s lots of work to be done on this hellish planet as far as cleaning up the mess left behind evil men, whom I’ve observed in this morning’s dream are suffering torment and pain by their misdeeds in underground facilities and hidden caves.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Proud.”

I don’t recall anyone using the word “proud” but maybe recently by Mom, who apologized if she was being difficult and asked forgiveness for things she’s bit aware and some short of acknowledgement that taking care of two elderly parents is helpful.

The only word of appreciation was a formal recognition by the fugly toid during this afternoon’s staff meeting in which he said that I did a good job with “cash receipts”. But that’s only patchwork until they implement the lockbox and automatic upload of electronic payments.

I’m proud enough to be me, an imperfect human, without having someone else tell me that I’m not doing my best. Hehe!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “(Your Thing) for Dummies.”

A-theist, or rather a non-theist, meaning those who don’t believe in “unseen forces”, especially any higher being held by and other than Christians, for example.

Maybe, y’all need to take a crash course in science and learn to appreciate all those models! Yes, God is in that “one” equation, waiting for your personal discovery. Math is a first step.

Until y’all been severely “head-butted” from behind, betrayed by modern institutions meant to offer peace by misguided priests or other cult leaders, y’all will never observe that which is mostly hidden by those with OPEN-MINDS!

I suspect these exercises are meant to separate the sheep and the goat, when in reality, the godless are being lead further away from the Truth, that God is manifested within ALL!

Explain gravity or a flat-earth. Y’all can’t. Likewise y’all can’t define God. Only evil humanz define what is and isn’t God. Evil is what is knows from and by their sexuality, offensive language, and violence.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “No, Thanks.”

Actually, I would NOT know until I get there, eh Dork?

Ah yeah, I would imagine a dreadful place where there exist the nothingness, or so I’ve read.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Breaking the Law.”

I keep breaking accounting rules. I love shortcuts because I get impatient with details. I just want to finish the work in the least amount of time. I still balance each deposit batch, though.

Yesterday, I ran my tape, which summed the grand total less one line item. The reviewer said that was “un-auditable”. He showed the correct way – each check amount was added to the grand total. Sheesh.

Plus, I didn’t add two decimal places to a spreadsheet and he had a difficult time reviewing the subtotals for each customer. Some customers post for multiple locations.

I enjoy messing with him because I kinda/sorta serve as a reversed “auditor”, meaning through my lack of knowledge and inquisition, he answers correctly!

“Auditing complete” is my mantra.

So today, I failed to run a tape to itemize each check. I figured he could have fun looking for his damn numbers the hard way, since Ty already highlighted the numbers from the customer statement.

Bah!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Race the Clock.”

An offer I couldn’t refuse was investing. I wanted to be a millionaire and was truly worth that much on pieces of paper. For my time, effort, and trust, I became an associate.

Instead of enjoying the monetary value of my hard-earned pennies, I received other offers I couldn’t refuse. I gained an education that no one else would ever believe.

In my old blog entries, I mentioned how one must be careful what is requested. I prayed for the opportunity to help people. And I did.

I also wondered if there is a God and how everything came to be. And I learned a little bit of truth, though frustration got the better of me, since I was still “schooling”.

Fast forward, I’m still messed up and confused. But despite that harsh reality, I’ve come to realize it’s in my head, the projection of alternate realities/dimensions.

But my heart remains the same. What I do next, depends on me.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Morton’s Fork.”

Are y’all kidding me again? This is a tough prompt! I need to blog AND read other blog! That’s isolationism!

For the former, I kept to myself, not commenting or sharing or liking.

But for the most part, I find inspiration from other blogs and that’s by reading what others wrote! And recently, I’ve been reblogging and commenting on blogs.

It’s a lonely world when one can neither read nor write. But that’s another topic worth discussing.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Do or Die.”

For without those things, persons, or places, and by the removal of this that I desire, y’all will never understand fully the meaning of its very existence. Do y’all dare harm what goes against your own will or satiate your curiosity of experiencing these things, persons, or places?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Teacher’s Pet.”

Many teachers. Just reminding but never finding real answers to life’s many questions. On my own, adrift in an endless sea.