Oo-Oo! Do you want a banana? Then raise your hands or ‘peel’ your eyelids open to watch the following YouTube.com video entitled: We’re All a Bunch of Monkeys!!!
It’s about humans being more or less like monkeys. I found this link on the Internets largest and most popular discussion board of ‘alternative topics’. This video seems humorous to me and flies into the face of religion being an outdated version as to how man/woman-kind became intelligent, sentient beings.
Once again, I wish to emphasize that ‘God’ does not intervene with the affairs of any ‘race’ nor answers prayers by the most zealous of faithful members bowing or kneeling down to images created by rich, old elitist farts, who do not give up their power to control or their cash to share.
‘God’ is in essence everything from both good and evil. All that ever is — has and shall always be a unified consciousness that resonates through everything conceivably created by thought. Any transformation (or evolution for the more scientific community) is for the group as a whole with individuals forming the stepping stones for and toward unity.
The recent news about the Buddhist monks and their fight for freedom of speech in a more democratic society, their clash with the Myanmar (formerly Burma) military junta, and their plight towards cremation (for the injured and dead alike) portrays how propaganda could shape the imaginations of the public.
The military has since blocked the internet and killed a Japanese journalist. This does not look good when innocent people from other countries get involved. The world cannot know exactly what is going on without up-to-date information and all sorts of creative Hollywood-like, production could arise as a result. Perhaps this is another war to wage by the United States, just like what happened with Iran and for OIL!!!
Surely, their ‘God’ (Buddha in this case) should have stopped this senseless violence of a peaceful public protest with prayers only. Naturally, the response from the worldwide community should have been that of embargos and that of justice for the crimes and any heartless schemes, such as disposing of spiritually advanced monks, created by the ruling military.
This brings me to the increased brutality of the police in our United States. I did not like knowing about babies getting pepper sprayed in the eyes while victory for a soccer match was celebrated exuberantly, teenagers getting their wrists broken for dropping and then cleaning up bits of cake crumbs while in school or adults being booked on DUI without registering any alcohol blood level for meeting quotas by the police!
You idiots will not implement MARTIAL LAW for the whole nation — the United States! I do not wish to be caught up in the affairs of those who have the means to weed out the least of our ‘brothers or sisters’. I do not want a POLICE STATE either: San Jose, CA in particular is already number one in the nation with in this respect! [?] I should know, because my neighborhood is nice and quiet for us hard-working, tax-paying ‘millionaires’ — hush.
Back on May 1, 1992 and as stated by ‘Rodney Glen King’: “People, I just want to say, you know, can we all get along?” Does anyone listen and take to heart this simple truth from a fellow brother? Unfortunately, the ‘psy-chicks’ are correct: ‘God’ has left us because ‘we’ clearly see now the mistreatment of each other and every living thing on this planet as part of the ‘natural’ fair play — the hunter being the hunted or vice versa – has been on the increase, too.
I swear: I am sick and tired of headline news! I will need more than a bunch of bananas to be appeased. I do not want anymore sacrificial animals or children either. Sacrificing is too ancient and not meant for today’s more humane versions of faith. I want everyone to behave nicely towards one another and hope to find that all is well for those who believe in themselves and not so much on the unknown ‘forces’. I’m sure the monkeys will progress on their own well. Oo-Oo-Ah-Ah: I say unto you all!
Yeah! He is ‘fluffy’ alright and animated like ‘Pikachu’. He is none other than Gabriel J. Iglesias, the Mexican-American comedian. Unlike my ‘fluffy’ sarcasm, he is well rounded (if you will) or as he describes his ‘swollen Mexican’ counterpart to Hawaiians or Samoans. I too happen to love the ‘Pikachu’ character of the Pokémon series. And like ‘Pikachu’, Gabriel is cute too.
One night and while alone as usual, I happened to channel surf out of sheer boredom and came across his one-hour special ‘Gabriel Iglesias: Hot and Fluffy’ on Comedy Central on Saturday, August 4, 2007. Tonight again, I viewed five parts of his programming via YouTube.com with Brat’ upstairs in my computer room–his former bedroom now that he lives with Twit. Yuck! Both of us laughed and that made the night go well until he finally went home around 09:40PM.
Aye, Dios mio! If only we could have more laughter in our lives that would make any hard-knock character (like me) lightened up a bit. That’s what I especially need — a humorous, well-rounded and cute man in my life. The thought about this future interest at heart makes my blood vessels expand in my big brain and this hurts while trying to hold in laughter or laughing too hard, too.
Telling jokes is much better than tickling my ribcage or feet, by the way. I’d freeze up from over stimulation. But first I must leave my bedroom box upstairs, stop viewing the television box and find a new box hopefully containing laughing gas. Wish me luck! Hehehe!
Here are six downloaded videos of Gabriel Iglesias Hot and Fluffy from YouTube.com:
Gabriel Iglesias Hot and Fluffy Full 1/6
Gabriel Iglesias Hot and Fluffy Full 2/6
Gabriel Iglesias Hot and Fluffy Full 3/6
Gabriel Iglesias Hot and Fluffy Full 4/6
Gabriel Iglesias Hot and Fluffy Full 5/6
Gabriel Iglesias Hot and Fluffy Uncut 6/6
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Addemdum-Last edited by Flynn on Mon, Feb 15, 2010 at 18:22:58 pm: For each video the message from YouTube.com reads: `This video has been removed due to terms of use violation.`
Posts are created to share data with other readers. Some posts are long-winded; while some of one-liners. Some are light-hearted; while some are from the dark sides. For example, I’ve noticed what appear to be relentless postings about the philosophy of reality into a second forum by this newbie member (if he or she is truly ‘new’).
Out of sheer boredom and with the purpose to shake up the forum a bit with some humor and away from too much seriousness, I had to post a funny YouTube.com link: Angry German Kid – Correct Translation.
I have viewed this link several times to ease my TENSION! (No need for explanation in this area, by the way.) I felt the time came to ‘step in’ and break his thread from overwhelming the feed/web site. I love people’s minds and what they have to share. But sometimes certain individuals could get out of hand.
Anyway, I have observed the almighty but yummy administrator protecting his two puppies (or websites) from being abused by those people who have not made valid contributions conducive to the purpose of his orgonite websites. I take this as a ‘personal’ hint to leave them happy amongst themselves with their shiny, crystal sand boxes. All are welcome into his forums but only serious members need ‘apply’.
Speaking of applying, I need a job to pay down my credit card bills and remove myself from in front of my personal computer at home. Not only am I still broke by TPTB (with more horror stories later) and overweight, I have ‘maxed out’ (with pun intended) my highly opinionated views and thoughts about people and the whole wide world. This would explain not posting daily and I should change the title of my ‘website’ appropriately to ‘Flynn’s Bored’ instead of ‘Flynn’s [Daily] Blog’.
Boredom means a boring person, like me. The adventure is endless and happens to be outdoors. And with just a matter of time, stepping outside to the ‘real world’ would mean the beginning for me – the end of the old me. The truth is always ‘out there’ with people willing to collaborate based on their personal experiences and observations. Some folks are way too out there with their recreational drugs, unfortunately, and posts non-indiscriminately about ‘creative’ effects of their usages. There should be forum rules about ‘sensitive’ discussions. While I continue to burn my brain with online articles, I am not bored to find out what makes people, well, interesting.
I love when people toot their horns (or advertise) in all sorts of ways and the internet is full of characters. I too have yet to make my mark with all my stinky smelly versions of reality but have not yet ‘profited’ from being creative. I do not plan on making headlines with my website but have noticed that people do take notice on my words currently and from the past. So far, I have only one comment in response to an article about the Iraq war from my website and am too afraid to reply at the moment. My apology is to him, her or it for not replying yet.
But I am not afraid to acknowledge the ‘implied’ responses to my words from officials as observed by watching the news on cable. For example, I barely recall George Dukemejan (R) Gov. of California using my ideas via a letter I sent to him in one of his ‘presidential election’ speeches during high school. He stumbled on a few words I recognized. Also, Dianne Feinstein (D) Senator of California had fought for the wild, Mustang horses after I have wrote to her via a petition by PETA. And, yes, I am aware of Bush and company and other newsworthy events, such as the hope (with the faith and belief) of rescuing the six trapped miners in Utah after the third drilling. But in retrospect, I do no claim anything to the effects of my blogs.
So people posting are as important to me as anyone willing to hear me out or read any nonsense by me. The readers are left to their own interpretations in the end, of course. Posting online articles is better than keeping silent. It’s like training for something and not doing anything with the learned skills. I have learned how to make noise via my blogs and when to keep quiet. I have learned how to enjoy the dynamics of blogging and hopefully I am my only enemy. Am I done? No!
Tonight’s hoedown for current and old staff at a multipurpose room located with Agnews Developmental Center at 3500 Zanker Road, San Jose, CA 95134-2299 went well. I have sustained a tummy ache from eating dinner and dancing too much. I loved the band of four, especially the tall brunette bass player. (I am fantasizing, here!)
The band was good and I think they heard me holler a request for ‘Hound Dog’ by Elvis. Some of us did the line dance to the usual beat of the ‘Achy Breaky’ song followed by three more long songs. They played the ‘Eagles’ and others that I forgot.
I wore a green and white checker board, half sleeve shirt with dirty, dark blue jeans and my ugly black flat shoes for the ‘cowboy’ theme of tonight’s event. Everyone else (mostly Filipinos) had the proper attire of cowboy outfits.
I especially liked Cheryl’s red outfit. She performed for Gene Autry and Roy Rogers among the few names I could remember. She did ropes tricks, whipped balloons and a button off of someone’s tongue, twirled pistols and gave participants first place, blue ribbons.
My tummy ache was also due to consuming not just the Armadillo Willy’s BBQ of half chicken breast, one rib, one slice of steak, one cornbread, one glob of potato salad, one scoop of sweet red beans, rice pilaf and vinegar salad but a few mouthful of dark chocolate ice cream and some watermelon, followed by more lemon iced tea. [Muurp!]
We arrived in error at Unit 81, where ‘Kali-Maw’ used to work and was directed by a Filipino man back to the multipurpose room located near Zanker-Northpointe Residential around 05:15PM. We parked at the disabled section and found a little trouble getting into the place.
A nice ginger-short haired, wide-bodied, white lady gave us three tickets at $10.00 dollars each last minute because ‘Liar Lunatic’ had failed to inform us that we could have gotten in free or at least had to have tickets for the catered meal. I gave that nutball woman a dirty look later on after getting my grub. And the three of us ignored that Filipina the whole evening.
We enjoyed ourselves, had our pictures taken and left the area around 09:00PM. I’ll miss the entertainers, especially the band. They are from San Jose, CA, by the way. (Hehehe! Awww. Shucks!)
Here are some more pictures showing a shiny ball in the ceiling and some balloons of cowboy boots. This is what happens when there is nothing more to blog on a daily basis. Each mundane event is made spectacular in my small world
An image showing a Shih Tzu on a porcelain collector plate measures 8-1/4 inches in diameter and is available exclusively from the Danbury Mint.
While looking through the TV guide last week to find the exact date I was watching ‘The Ninth Gate’ on cable, I came across the cardboard advertisement showing this cute picture of a short-haired Shih Tzu dog with the cutest button eyes ever. Below this picture is the following poem:
You look at me with eyes of love;
You never hold a grudge…
You think I’m far too wonderful
To criticize or judge
I love this poem, which to me does represent what a good boy any dog with the look of devotion could do to melt my heart. I love him! If I had a cute dog like him, I’d shower him with lots of hugs and kisses and spoil him with lots of cute bows in his hair and doggy treats, too. I would be very emotionally attached and treat this other life form as one of the family.
During a phone conversation around 12:40PM this afternoon, I had told the caller, ‘I wish I could release all dogs [from their masters]. In my mind, I wanted to express to the caller (but couldn’t) that dogs do not always need to serve their masters. Dogs are meant to roam around freely in the wild as their love and affection for their owners. In return, the caretakers of dogs (or any pets) should be reciprocating.
A ‘good dog’ should not be told what to do on command by their alpha leaders and be punished for not behaving within normal parameters. Cruelty to dogs or ultimate death should not result for the dog raised without love either. Dogs as with all animals have intelligence and other heightened senses that some of us humans have not fully developed.
Some animals seem to exhibit human behavior, such as emotions of happiness when rewarded with love and sadness with the loss of a loved one. We must learn how to better communicate with other life forms in their language and to increase our understanding of why some animals capture our hearts better than others for domesticated purposes, such as food or companionship.
Just like the two-dimensional photo of this dog, the eyes that light up and glisten is a sign of life and love. The eyes that tend to squint are dull, listless and otherwise creepy with redness may indicate something terribly wrong with the bio-unit. So, peer into the eyes and determine whether the feeling is warm and fuzzy or cold and clammy. The eyes are indeed the way to the soul, if any.
For whatever reason and after viewing this photo, I remember thinking of a line to my right followed by something circular. This thought of mine occurred earlier this morning while walking around inside the Great Mall in Milpitas, CA with Paw.
I read more on the article, which claims this is a Mayan symbol for the number 6. The claim is that some event would occur six days from the discovery of this crop circle. The date would be on August 18, 2007. And I do understand how these people come up with this reason. This interpretation does not make sense to me.
I did further research on Morse code instead. And I came up is a ‘dot-dash’ as the letter ‘A’ or a ‘dash-dot’ as the letter ‘N’. I know the crop circle truly represents the letter ‘A’ because, as I mentioned in the above paragraph, I ‘saw’ in my mind’s eye the line, or scroll-like formation, to the right of something round.
The letter ‘A’ happens to be the first letter in our current alphabet, especially the Greek alphabet. ‘Alpha’ happens to be the beginning of something as the eternal ‘God’ who happens to exist inside this enclosed circular, crop formation, which seems to represent ‘His’ infinite existence.
My photo showing an array of useless tools accumulated over the years.
This new book about another adventure with ‘Harry Potter’ (by J.K. Rowling) is all media hype and to me is about enticing people to delve into the fine art of witchcraft, which should not be considered bad with all due respect and no offense whatsoever to those who consider this as a valid form to their reality based religion.
I’ll be the one to admit I do not like reading books but will on rare occasion actually pick up one book (either hard but preferably soft cover) to find out how the story ends. My patience to find out any book’s ending wears thin easily. This means I read too fast and happen to finish an average of two hundred pages in one day!
I do not bother taking the time to fully understand every detail or contents of the reading material or appreciate the author’s creativity. The true creativity is really how the reader interprets what is being read and how patient enough the reader happens to be about the story and why there should be any reason to not try witchcraft.
I will also admit to trying witchcraft to some degree. My first thought was finding out how the magic world would benefit me and how far I could take resources available to further my every needs and desires. This first step was finding out the definition.
I went online and searched the dictionary and was not satisfied with the words describing what I could possible expect from trying out this in a practical sense and had to find other ways to expand this knowledge. I had to read more on this subject.
Books were bought and I read those, especially spells about love, hate and protection. Those didn’t work but one page from this particular book had lots of funny scribbles and cryptic words written, of course, in the alphabet of the English language.
So on one night in March 1998, I read a few of these strange words and directed my anger towards ‘unfriendly’ neighbor, who lives one quarter of a mile up north from our house on this stretch of my road. He would ride his motorcycle up and down in the middle of the night.
Since I could not take the loud noise through our formerly thin, aluminum windows and as I glared out through the aluminum blinds from my upstairs bedroom window, I had to pronounce these words without knowing what these meant. I believed I’ve said these several times during the noisy incidences.
Suddenly I heard a loud screech and an immediate shut down of his motorcycle. This was right before the main intersection of our street as he traveled one quarter of a mile from his house to ours in a south bound direction. The guy had trouble getting his motorcycle into an upright position.
I peered out the window blinds and stared in amazement at the intersection and couldn’t figure out what had happened. I assumed that my spell had work. I suppose I was really angry. I chuckled and went to bed as usual. But the fun was beginning for me.
I cannot recall but perhaps my paranormal experience boomeranged on me as my study indicated later on. As I tried to sleep and no sooner than I had my blanket covers on me, I felt a sharp striking sensation upon the outer section of the right corner of my bed! My fright and flight response was quick with the jolt of adrenaline.
I looked to my right and saw nothing there thin but air because I may recall having my bedroom light(s) turn on that night at that time. I thought to myself that perhaps the springs from my old bed were popping out from inside the mattress but I knew that I was neither that heavy a person nor jumped on my bed like a child having fun on a trampoline.
The invisible strike upon the outer section towards middle part of my bed occurred the second time again! That time I was truly afraid and jumped out my bed and ran downstairs to tell my bio-unit who quickly shooed me away as a person with a high imagination or who was dreaming. I was disappointed and alone again.
With no support from my bio-unit, I resorted to my Catholic prayer book. I quickly flipped through the pages to find a descent prayer or more to say and ran right back upstairs. Well, maybe after I felt comfortable enough to go back to my bedroom, I did go by myself.
There I was at the foot of my bed with all the light bulb(s) turned on to comfort me. I read my prayers out loud but not too loud to make my bio-unit think I was doing anything weird in my bedroom. But while my adrenaline was still coursing through my system, I felt ‘his’ heavy presence.
I kept trying to keep cool and calm but the anxiety was too tremendous that I was probably sweating, (or perspiring for us women), about being afraid of not knowing who or what was in my bedroom with me. The unseen entity was standing next to or about me. I was truly scared.
Later the following morning, I recalled having my first vivid lucid dreaming. I felt myself waking up with my eyes barely having the strength to flutter open. As I tried to open my eyes, I felt very small claw like sensations upon the inside of my right arm. Then I felt a jumping of two times – one my arm and then springing off onto my bed – and over my head like a kangaroo bouncing into nowhere.
I awoke not know what happened and once again saw nothing but thin air and nothing but my exposed arm. After these two freaky incidences, I went online to seek the aide of psychics and paid them for their services but got no real answers that could help allay my fears of the unknown. All I got was a ‘good thing it didn’t bite you’ as a response from one of my paid services.
So I continued to do more research and paid more psychic services until I find out how to stop feeling out of my mind, if you will. I had to take control and went as far as buying some tools of the trade: one athame, one cauldron (really meant for powdery incense), a tarot deck of the Edo period and candles and more books with words to read of prayers and spells.
My practice was incomplete due to the lack of a costume, a wand, a chalice, a bell, a bowl or an altar, which was a make shift table full of candles burning inside my room. I did not have the smokeless candles to burn and gave up doing anything with fire indoors due to lack of ventilation. The small fan simply was not strong enough to blow the smoke out my bedroom window. I couldn’t breathe either.
I bought some silver jewelry with the pentagram symbol — a few rings, earrings and necklaces. I still have those too and prefer wearing my large ring on my left ring finger to date and every other day.
Other related amenities were an Ouija board, chimes (an ‘OM’ and other noise makers), crystals (the shiny balls hanging from the read mirror of my car), a couple of pendulums for dousing and a singing bowl (which I figured out was that UFO-shaped object above my head when someone was scanning me and my environment through an online chat).
This experimentation went on for about a couple of years until I gave up trying to be a solitary witch. I simply knew this was too confusing to me because I could not understand how to properly protect myself or focus my intent. I did draw my circle of protection and prayed to the four corners with my athame. I felt nothing, really, after performing these types of rituals.
Reading stories and watching movies of these arts into ‘dark energies’ seem to encourage younger people to explore the world of magic. I noticed that the visual presentations of the movies are quite dark, morose, and the lack of natural sunlight. The bad guys seem to be (as I mentioned in my previous blogs), you guess correctly, brunette to jet black colored hair (like mine). The faces of the actors are quite ugly too.
Despite the attempt to portray people being heroes to anything not normally done in the past by bio-unit members (who are not born or raised into believing pagan), noone should practice anything unfamiliar until understanding the ethics behind doing only good as with this simple Wiccan Rede: ‘An it harm none do what ye will’.
This pure intention is more powerful than resorting to the unknown as this book seems to suggest and similar material circulating out there for the neophytes, who wishes to practice on their own or with others.
My photo showing an upclose shot of a glass cut of my right palm.
An etch in time, a cut not deep
While in her prime, no tears to weep
A photo glass in her left palm
Slicing a pass, regarded calm
Bad reflection, bad attitude
No infection, my gratitude
A sestet poem with eight syllable and about my cut from the glass a photo frame while attempting to wash away the fingerprint smudges with soap and water. Oooo! Ouch!
My memories of the recent pasts are fading with each heart beat and every breath: I cannot remember what I ate for dinner last night. My mind floats with each second and every blink: Tonight, I almost hit an oncoming car to my right due my eyeglasses and jet black hair (of EMO-like, Japanese reversed permanent) blocking the sight of the vehicle’s headlight. My conscious state of existing is defined by my current five senses, which are becoming more desensitized with each passing day.
Without all three aspects of current self, I am nothing. With nothing, I am dead. I am a living dead in this world. Yet I feel what is left of me remains alive through my published blogs. Also, a recent project of putting picture frames together (for later installation upon our bare walls painted titanium white color) of my childhood photographs with my family, friends and relatives leaves me wondering if I have truly experienced events from these pasts that I no longer are remembered.
I recognize the little girl as me in the photos that ‘Shiva-Paw’ has taken up through the times of graduating college. As I try to place myself into the shoes of this person that resembles me, I do not remember anything – no emotions, no thought processes or anything that seemed to matter to someone who continues to exist in the present for an unknown future. Without these visual aides, I must continue to dream of living life to the fullest, complete with the emptiness.
The experiences of days then as today are but memories meant to be forgotten. I’ve forgotten why I am born, here to this body, to my family and to this culture on this side of this world. I’ve forgotten why I bother with the struggle to understand myself and others. I’ve forgotten why I want to continue or need to pursue distractions that tend to bump other forms of memory out of my network of neurotransmitters to make room for other memories that may eventually be replaced or saved for later use.
My life is defined by remembering and being remembered. My death exists by those who do know remember me at all or wish me dead. Today, I have viewed my Blog Stats about ‘Top Posts’ and saw one of my blogs entitled with ‘Red Dot’. At first glance this reminds me of well-paid snipers hired to point their red lasers at the tika point of my third eye, which is located on the forehead and somewhere in between the eyebrows.
With my imagination running high, I would rather be released from this current life form and know happiness once from my photos and blogs than being alive with all the knowledge of how the operators continue to rule this world with their iron fists of fear through war, famine, pestilence and death. As glum as this may sound, I want to program my brain with hopes for a better future without the need to start all over from scratch.
My personal experiences of unknown forces at work and behind the scenes are supposed to be all good regardless of my opinions, although at least this is what I’ve read and been told many times. I’ve left some clues via my blogs for my would-be readers to figure out on their own. Those who know my very words of this particular blog and at this very instance are laughing because they are either already on the other side as good as dead or they have been there in the warmth of pure bliss and came back to tell us any good news. I hate knowing them as myself right now!
If you don’t see my blogs every day or at least every other day, you might as well remember me as ‘Fluffy’ like the nice cumulous clouds one would see floating above their heads in the deep blue skies and on a nice summer day with cool breezes dancing among the tree top limbs and as ‘Flynn’ like the red-hair tendrils of the sun’s rays flying downward to warm the soil of Mother Earth and upon the bones of those whose memory tells stories of how they once lived.
Eating brie cheese with its ‘penicillin-like’ white covering is the next best comfort to eating dark chocolate. I have taken a liking to the pungent and salty taste quite well this week and probably due to another week or so prior to my monthly salty state.
While chewing on this pillow of foodstuff, I smile at the Geico commercials showing the green gecko lizard and the hairy caveman. At times I wonder what messages these two characters seem to portray to us viewers.
I remember one commercial with the little green one stating all they ever wanted was a home. I believe I’ve dreamt of a green, fat frog Queen in a space ship traveling in outer space and looking for a home too.
The caveman seems to be frustrated each time his intelligence is insulted. I do not know why this commercial pokes fun at cavemen but happen to enjoy the background music in the airport escalator scene nonetheless.
Here is a downloaded copy of the YouTube.com video by gmancine: 2008- Geico commercial – Caveman at the airport.
I say cheese to all cheese, including mozzarella. This stuff is good as I pull each stringy strand for snacking. Sometimes, I bite off one end which melts in my mouth quite well after a few chews of the mouth watering morsel.
Cheese of any kinds contains dairy products and I grew up around milk and dairy products. Recently I have regained the gastrointestinal strength to retain my unabsorbed nutrients much better after stopping the temporary intake of these sorts of food stuff.
I’m supposed to avoid any types of artery clogging food but the temptation to feed my ego and emotions needs to be better controlled. These cheesy products happen to appear on pizza too. Although I do not eat pizza as frequently as our normal staple food of rice, the cheesier is better.
Food tastes better with cheese and I could not do without some form of bone building calcium found in dairy products, such as milk, which taste much better with cookies and cakes. I will always smile knowing that comes cheese do contain trans fat but this is not the same as the real creamy version.
A parody based on: 1) the lyrics of ‘The Candy Man’ by a film originally released on 1971, ‘Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory’; 2) my imagination regarding the results of chocolate after eaten and; 3) the embossed photo in gray color of two men shaking hands. (Original photo no longer exists in a government website).
Who are these two allies:
Holding hands like glue
Cousins of the golden plates
And a granny-mom or ‘Crew’?
The puppet clan? [Echo: The puppet clan?]
The puppet clan’s plan! [Echo: The puppet clan’s plan!] The puppet clan’s plan:-
Laws he fixes without love
and takes us as their food.
Who are these two fellows:-
Worship the sun’s flair
We meet upon the Level
And we part upon the Square.
The puppet clan? [Echo: The puppet clan?]
The puppet clan’s plan! [Echo: The puppet clan’s plan!] The puppet clan’s plan:-
Laws he fixes without love
and takes us as their food.
They shake whatever is at stake:-
Underlying and malicious
Speech of warring repetitious
You are always superstitious.
Who can take our sorrow: –
Whip us to a scream
Pro-create and borrow and
infect us with their scheme?
The puppet clan? [Echo: The puppet clan?]
The puppet clan’s plan! [Echo: The puppet clan’s plan!] The puppet clan’s plan:-
Laws he fixes without love
and takes us as their food.
And sells us as their food
‘Oz’, the puppet clan drinks it would.
All hail! The almighty WordPress.com website has included another cool feature. This newest discovery was noticed on the fourth of July while overhauling my ‘tags’ for each blog entries.
The avatar is located to the left of each comment. My avatar happens to be photograph of a bright red flower, which was given by ‘Allman ‘Brunette’ (a friend of ‘Squirrel-Ling’) to ‘Kali-Maw’. This flower bloomed once this year and probably won’t until the next year.
Also, the WordPress.com account holder, who left the comment(s), is also shown to the left of the title of the comment and to right of the avatar. Most of the comments are made by me because this section supports my posts. So far noone else leaves comments, which is fine for now.
I have moved the ‘Recent Comments’, ‘Recent Posts’ and ‘Search’ widgets towards the top of the sidebar menu. This should hopefully encourage readers to take a hint and read what’s on my mind!
Furthermore, I cannot tell if anyone is reading my comments because there is no activity under the ‘Clicks’ section of the ‘Blog Stats’. I assume they read my comments via my WordPress.com feed. There used to be ‘Blog Stats’ for my feeds but I do not see that tab anymore via the ‘Dashboard’ section.
Since the internet to big a monster, I noticed that there appears to be too many blogs for anyone to care about leaving comments. Perhaps the more popular blogs are professional pasties who have all the time in the world to return the comments left by others.
Or perhaps there are fan-based members who do not know how to stop leaving comments. Some are indeed too much by themselves to realize that being online for most of any day is not always healthy, especially if one takes their blogs too seriously.
For the serious minded individuals, like me, I have modified (again) and placed the ‘Text’ widget at the very top of sidebar menu. This particular widget shows the readers that there is a disclaimer, which adds some ‘protection’ to the blogger.
I will continue adding the ‘Tag’ features to each of my blogs. And that could take awhile longer since I am getting bored blogging. I have posted easier topics to my WordPress.com account recently and continue recording my daily thoughts offline.
