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Source: Stairway

Flynn: I used to love listening to classic and hard rock. I recall one of my favorite song was ‘Stairway to Heaven’. Fast forward, I didn’t realize it wasn’t a good song being that it was loaded with ‘pagan’ imageries. I recall dreaming about a stairway leading from a darkened room into the lighted hole in the ceiling. I was delirious from a bad fever. In the past, I used to walk up and down the stairway of this old home. Now, I await the nice passage upward somewhere and somehow.

Kitty: I wanna try Tabby’s wooden stairway. That looks like fun. However, I see that it’s too steep and too narrow. With my thickness and roundness, a feline like me would probably roll off that thingy. Plus, I’m not to keen on my balance, considering how overweight I’ve become from your humanized feeding. Maybe y’all can try feeding me what humanz enjoy, such as hamburgers, pizza, lasagna, and other treats, such as cakes and ice cream. But for now, I need to walk on your treadmill. The exercise would help with my boredom.

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Source: Curve

Flynn: I recall being curvaceous and graceful during my youth. Now, I’m an old bag full of retentive water, brittle bones, and cantankerous, too. What was supposed to have been a straight and narrow path from college and into marriage, children, and retirement became a 180 degrees turn around into living with my parents as an un/deremployed parasite.

Kitty: Well, I’m always round being fluffier than Tabby but not as furry as Nera or Fluffy, but maybe more so like Whiskers. I’m sure if y’all had given me the proper diet and exercise, I would have been more svelte and light on my feet. Now, like you, I’ve deign to sitting idly watching you blog online and lying around waiting for you to feed me invisible mice and bird.

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Source: Solitude

Flynn: I prefer my solitude. As per the dream blogger who responded to a similar prompt with electricity, computer, food, and water, I could do well without the interaction with humanz. To shake up my routine and the silence of home, I would talk to the two remaining pet parakeets, a couple of brother in wings. I’m not much into socializing and not too much into partying. I prefer to blog and that’s enough for ‘life’.

Kitty: I agree. We felines prefer our solitude over the yapping loudness of our nemesis and counterparts known as canines. In my solitude, I would stare out the windows, watch the birds and the bees fly by, and walk along the beaten path of the backyard and back home, though a non-existent cat flap, which I’ve requested but has not yet been fulfilled. I will now leave you to your blogging while I take my much needed nap and visit my more pleasant dreams of self-fulfilling wants and desires.

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Source: Mask

Flynn: My current blogging mask will remain anonymous due to my rants are useless thoughts from and by TPTB and pals. I’m assuming that Matt Meister and his Happiness Engineers would know my true identity; since I’ve purchased WordPress upgrades using my real name. I may wish to stop blogging about sensitive and personal data set because it’s pretty much the same and no one will really care; since there are many situational circumstances per person.

Kitty: Well, my feline mask is like Tabby. I wear the letter “M” proudly and don’t always broadcast my true identity, let alone my feline breed. I’m not really sure what I look like since I don’t recognize my own image in a reflective surface. I don’t really care either because I prefer to acknowledge my reality based on sense of smell, mostly, and then sense of hearing.

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Can limitations and obstructions push us forward in our creative work? By Ben Huberman

Breaking News: It’s 1731 PDT and Donald “Trump Sweeps All Five Super Tuesday States” per LIVE CNN! So technically, any obstacles can be overcome. “Can Y’all Imagine” being attacked for honesty and trustworthiness? I noticed that the mainstream ad nauseum news media, special interests, lobbyists, donors, and other billionaires cannot seem to find creative ways to denounce Trump as not being presidential.

Anyway, while being un/deremployed, I could have found other ways to work around my limitations, such as starting a new business or taking courses for a different career. I did neither. I blogged and I loved it. Now, I’m like any artist, an amateur writer, who is striving to make it in this world.

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Source: Crossroads

Flynn: At 1215, Father Jonathan, the Ilocano priest, opened up his sermon about the major earthquake in Ecuador. He read in recent news that a statue of the Virgin Mary enclosed in a glass case and a tabernacle survived the event. He further mentioned how our lives can be ‘shaken up’ and how we should learn to forgive and don’t complain, with regards to troubled humanz who can’t control their bad imaginations. He further mentioned deliverance prayers via Neil Lozano and the need to renounce the spirit of control, guilt, and hurt, and to call out that spirit in the mighty name of Jesus Christ; and that peace comes at a price and cost. Happiness is a gift of the Holy Spirit. Our choices remains at the many crossroads of this journey called life. We can always choose the correct path by looking for those signposts that guide us towards the Lawd Gawd.

Kitty: Yeah, your Mom mentioned yesterday that Lady Gaga, the entertainer, sold her soul to the devil and that she must have bodyguard(s) nearby during her sleep due to being surrounded by demons, who would probably attack, harm, and kill her as repayment for her success, fortune, and fame. I think y’all need us felines to offer the service of scaring away negative entities and/or evil spirits. After all, we felines love to give chase to both the living and the dead. We are goddesses by default and therefore nothing could possibly deter our rights to hunt down the bad stuff. Perhaps, I could help y’all with the next door neighbor. I leave the choice up to y’all. Simply offer up a single chocolate-covered catnip bar and a sound off with a plastic squeaky mouse, and anyone of our finest deterrent against the forces of feardom will come hither thither to your aide.

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Source: Whisper

Flynn: If y’all whisper sweet nothings into my earholes, more than likely, I will NOT hear clearly. I have hearing impairment and do wear BOTH hearing aides every now and then. So it’s safe for y’all to keep your conversation in hushed tones and with background noises, I cannot filter out your words anyway. If y’all look at me directly, I can sometimes guess your missing words in CONTEXT. But sometimes I misunderstand. I don’t have friends and I don’t socialize due to this disability. And so my personal weblog allows me this limited ‘freedom of speech’ without using words, but more so as ideas.

Kitty: Oh, I’m so sorry, Flynn! No wonder you don’t always hear my constant meowing for food! So for example, if I softly hiss at you when you have your back turned to me, you don’t acknowledge my presence or frustration, eh. Then maybe next time I may paw your lower extremities and hopefully you won’t step accidentally on me. And if you still don’t get it, I may scratch and pounce on your feet to really get your attention. For now, I offer my comforting paws on both cheeks. There, there, oh deaf one! Fear not, for you are still loved. Hiss.

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Source: Borrowed

Flynn: Starting July 2000 and over a course of seven years, a bunch of strangers connected to politics borrowed the amount as found in the Book of Revelation (Bible). I sincerely believed that I was helping. I didn’t realize the ‘pearl of great price’ was trust. Being honest is important, too. However, I wasn’t being honest with my limitations. As a result, I revealed the truth to my parents. The relief was a desensitized embarrassment.

Kitty: That’s crazy, Flynn! I thought you were smarter than the average bear! I guess not. How can you take care of Me, Myself, and I if you are freaking broke! I am disappointed in you. I’m totally ashamed to be assigned as your pet cat. But I’ll forgive your debt unto moi as long as you listen to reason, get real, and follow your parents’ wisdom and guidance. You must comply with my command. Now, I order you to feed me!

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Source: Disappointment

Flynn: Today, I’m disappointed. I thought ‘The Artist Formerly Known As Prince’ wouldn’t sell his soul to the devil. Early this morning, I saw a blogger’s post featuring an image of Prince in a dress! While I liked his music, I didn’t like him wearing a dress. I don’t like guys wearing dresses or gals acting like men. I don’t like being confused.

Kitty: Yeah, I’m disappointed, too. I couldn’t figure out why he dressed up so pretty with his eye makeup and tight clothes. I also couldn’t figure out why the other members seemed so offish, too. Now, I understand unisex is only for artists. I wonder how I’d look in a purple. Unfortunately, we felines don’t have fur the color purple. I prefer mine chocolate brown.

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Source: Earth

Flynn: This hellish planet is NOT spherical: It’s flat! As I emphasized on an open forum discussion board that shoots above my head and that hits below the belt, water rolls off balls – soccer, tennis, golf, whatever! There is no gravity: That was made-up. Mom said that we live inside a bowl and that the skies are open to the stars. I believe in the ancients and a great turtle holding up the world upon its back.

Kitty: Are you suggesting that we’ve been indoctrinated to believe falsehood? That’s far-out! I know that playing with balls rolls fast away from me. I know that my food dish holds liquid. I believe you and your Mom! So, where do we go from here? How far does this flatness extend? And what other civilizations lie beyond that ice wall, huh? I imagine it’s cold!

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Flynn: I feel aches and pain in my overweight body of mostly water. Both sensations are dull and driven to madness. I take a painkiller and drown out the mucous of my sadness. The antihistamine helps to open up my airway passages of a scuba driver and as the itchiness of reality is relieved into blissful catnaps, done preferable in the mid-afternoon with the bedroom window open, as the cool spring breeze billows through the wooden blinds, filtering the white, bright sunshine into horizontal bands of my eyelashes dusted with the sandman’s glitter.

Kitty: What is this? Are you trying to be poetic? I know you just wanted attention but this is ridiculous. Listen, Flynn. Blog simple. Just say that you long to be a feline goddess and that you love to take long naps as long as you can get away with doing house chores. As for gardening you could have helped your Dad plant the new eggplant, long pepper, and tomato plants. And you could have heard the next door neighbor say the Filipino word for sinner: ‘kasa-la-nang’ many times. Maybe you can let your sandman blow some glitter with catnip towards her direction; so she can inhale it, go away, and take a long nap.

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Flynn: The TPTB and pals monitors my online activities discretely through surveillance and at times may act upon my opinions for discovering, testing, and implementing policy changes. No one else knows about weblog other than team orgonite, a dream blogger, and maybe Das Squirrel, whose Twit Wifey and others don’t escape my observations. I don’t always care about the harshness in my ‘tone’ because my form of writing in free-flowing. Yes, my writing style is full for grammatical and spelling errors.

Kitty: Ahem! You forgot to mention me, Kitty, your imaginary feline friend, whom you’ve created to make your boring blogs interesting. Am I seriously going to let you get away without acknowledging my presence! Heck, I’m helping you writing this paragraph! Anyway, I’m wondering if you will post an epitaph of me sometime in the future. I’d hate to be left behind and forgotten in your blogs. You may wish to take my photo. Wait! Better yet, try drawing a cat and post that online!