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So I came back home from picking up my dad’s meds and then I went back out to picking up my smile.amazon order. All this was done since you’ve left your comments.

And so I’ve replied to the comments and approved and unapproved multiple times; since replying to an unapproved comment will automatically approve the comment. Since you have admin rights you probably can view the unapproved comments and/or replies. Whatever.

I’ve checked the settings under: https://[frak whatever here].wordpress.com/wp-admin/options-discussion.php

And there’s no selection to prevent unwanted approvals of comments and/or replies. This personal weblog here is probably gonna remain private indefinitely. Why? I freaked out after receiving two letters from the Office of the District Attorney and don’t want ‘them’ to see my anonymous crap.

20190825-1836. Holy crap! My alma mater is calling for annual donations. What should an under and unemployed loser like me to do? I don’t wanna block it. These are college kids trying to help a majority of socialist-inspired educational programs. See?

Greetings, I awoke from my mid-afternoon power nap of less than two hours. I also awoke to incorrect information on my dad’s meds pickups. I also received three disturbing comments a few minutes ago while taking a snapshot of the front and back of the Medicare Part D PDP which has already been updated but which might need to be presented physically when picking up. WTF?

Now with regard to these comments, it’s disturbing as my Apple Watch would register BPM over one-hundred. For folks my age, being fifty and over, and according to the kindly Vietnamese lady who used to sit next door to me at that temp job from hell, there is no escaping high blood or hypertension and of course it’s medicines.

With that said I’m broke. Well I still have (lemme check) six grands and that’s to hold me out (lemme check) for whenever. I’m really supposed to have saved over $250,000. But with group one outta the way and the other groups, I went broke twice.

And with the recent comments that would force me to go bankrupt for the third time? Why would I want to be dead? Because it’s boring? Well it’s because my job assignment was weird from the get go. I guess they want me poor so y’all can be dead, I guess. I just have prayed too hard because I noticed my niceness was getting outta hand and I wasn’t sure what was going on and can’t take it anymore.

I guess I better call the temp agency so that I can continue the fodder. It’s not fair but the intel community don’t want their boats to sink and I’m not gonna go down with it or them because it’s my life. Then again I owe my parents my life and the Lawd Gawd the opportunity to figure what is going on.

Forget it. Sucks.

Evil Kitty

Behold! I arrived home and tested five Duracell Size C batteries (March 2007) and discovered that two needed to be Replaced. This is how I kill time. I still have three hundred dollars of refunds credited back to my smile.amazon account to use for shopping online.

http://ourspiritualworld.blogspot.com/2019/08/becoming-transgender-is-not-only.html

I can’t find anything under cringe anarchy or transgender or regret. I can only see the largest fonts thought blurry:

• I’m feeling totally regretted.
• Total breakdown.
• I am really depressed for the first time in my life.
• If I could go back and they paid me 100k to do it, I would.
• When I pee my legs and butt get covered in pee. It’s not nice at all.
• More depressed now than I have been in my whole life.

Destruction of lives, not good at all.

http://messiahmews.blogspot.com/2019/08/the-daily-messenger-baltimores-crime.html

Incoming thought. The former staff from that unionized place of employment retired last year around October. His name was Cameron and his last name is like hers. And so he tends to have straight English and tongue lashes a thinner CPA of the similar breed whose he has been cross-training to take over his position as FSM. She also raises her voice but never back at him. I wonder if she would consider me to work as a temp again for the upcoming influx of membership applications.

I’ve placed my Twitter posts to public, meaning not protected against those who do NOT follow unto moi via Twitter except RC, the hubby of DC. I have been either Re-Tweeting posts or sharing your Blogspot posts and including my comments which are once again publicized.

So I guess my subtle thoughts are somehow interconnected with your brain. I am NOT assuming but I am feeling that I cannot escape my fate of feeding the troll or being one and triggering other clowns that might have the unfortunate circumstances of crossing the path of Evil Kitty.

Now that I’m outta that temp job from hell, I’m still keeping this personal weblog of mostly rants private as I’ve been leaving more breadcrumbs with specific names and details. Once against there is no secret that cannot be revealed no matter how private as interconnectedness on a subtle and/or spiritual level do NOT afford us much privacy.

I am hoping to be considered for any temp job with them as it’s only seven minutes away from my home. There is a potential peak season around October, November, and December. But my guess is that the unionized thugs wanna allow diversity and opportunities to the dummies. Seriously they are slower and not as productive as us ASIANZ!

With that said, I’m dying of sheer boredom and melting from the heatwave, save versus the comfort of the air conditioning system. Thanks to the Lawd Gawd. Speaking of which I have no choice but to attend daily noontime mass with Dad because there is really nothing else to do. Oh yeah no monies for y’all because essentially I didn’t earn any of it. So go figure.

Furthermore, I’ve registered to both semesters – Fall and Spring 2019-2020 Tuition and bought five books. I’ve written up my check payment, printed out the email and mailing label, placed a forever stamp with an Americanized flag on the envelop, and licked the envelop shut. The first rehearsal will be held 9/8. I have no choice because I’m bored.

I’m still having insomnia from watching too much YouTube. Basically I’m having aches and pains as part of old age with another half-century to exist in this human form and while stuck on this hellish planet, I might as well make the most of my boredom.

San Francisco Board Rebrands ‘Convicted Felons’ As ‘Justice-Involved Persons’ Or ‘Formerly Incarcerated’ https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-08-22/san-francisco-board-rebrands-convicted-felons-justice-involved-persons-or-formerly

No brand for freaks? Deviants? Dissidents? Outta control citizens?

http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2019/08/earthquake-scale-latest-is-nothing.html

I’d hate to say it but existence is boring without the usual sensationalism. I’m realizing that I’ve been reading and following stories about others and worrying and getting anxious about their affairs. I should learn to mind my own business. So it will take me a while to deprogram my usual stress with new and uncomfortable stuff.

Now it’s difficult enough trying to connect and converse at the same level with humanz and try to get along without being misunderstood, which is what I’m good at doing to my own fault because with my heightened excitement, I do NOT make myself clear. Oh yeah, I tend to freak out others and startle them with my sudden presence.

Maybe one day, I’ll learn to commune with the spiritual stalkers and thusly so laugh out loud at my sorry fate. OMG! WTF am I watching on YouTube? It’s about putting 3-D glasses on praying mantis. This is getting ridiculous. Yawn.

Greetings, fools! It’s paranormal times with Flynn.

In this edition, I do NOT give a damn if y’all believe me or not or if I have any evidence to support my claim. All I know is that y’all are trespassers against my thoughts.

Without further adieu, I’ll prolly list the events in no particular order.

Two nights ago, I was having a difficult time sleeping. Or I awoke after a refreshing two hour sleep after having my mid-afternoon power nap of two to three hours earlier. I’m screwing up my sleeping pattern.

Anyway, I smelled the odor of burning black folks. I said aloud, you smell stink like a black folk! I then smelled the order of fragrance or perfume of flowers. I said aloud, you also smell stink! I told them to go home.

Earlier I would have the feeling of presence or that anxiety associated with a visitation. And so I’ve either summoned that innermost fear or preprogrammed an event to entertain my boredom. Whatever happened I told a presence earlier before retiring to bed to go home and leave me alone. Oh well.

Next up happened last Wednesday, two days before the temp job from hell axed my head, meaning my temporary assignment ended with these unionized thugs. The desk area slowed down to a handful of emails for dropping membership applications. So I relegated to keeping busy with scanning old membership applications.

Oh, now I remember while watching Dashie and Lamar playing Wheel of Fortune-20190822-1812. It was at night last Wednesday, I guess my mommy knew or heard that I was gonna be axed. And so I felt that she or something touched the top of my hair. I told her to stop and then proceeded to say that I might be unemployed. Then at night I entertained my insomnia with YouTube videos. I then felt her touch my left eyebrow, more specifically the inner eyebrow towards the nose.

Next up I have two spooks who would dare enter into my sphere. Those would be the chiropractor and acupuncturist. In my old recent blog, I mentioned that the acupuncturist would nod her head as I would communicate with her through my head. Interesting.

As for the current chiropractor that I’ve been scheduled to visit next month (as with other two chiropractor over 16 years ago), these would activate my third eyeball as I would observe purplish swirls of subtle light. One of the two from 16 years ago transferred his heated energy upon moi.

The third one from 16 years ago shape-shifted into one of those brownish ALIENZ about my height. He reported to me that an alphabet soup agency with my initials paid him a visit and he reported to me that he turned white as a sheet. I told him to ask for their business or calling card. So I surmised that the chatting sessions during my working hours were being tracked and monitored. I noticed that he would log off and log back in as if agents were switching their conversations.

The current chiropractor would flash his Masonic hand signals. I noticed the last time I visited him that he looked beaten up in the nose bridge area whatever.

Next up, I had dreams with my daddy or my brother, a rare thing until I preprogrammed whatever dream the night before. I have been having the same dreams two or three nights in a row. But I got too lazy to record what happened and forgot about it.

Next up, the spooks would still park along MY long stretch of Road. After noontime mass today, I saw a parishioner look skyward. I was already exiting the parking lot and couldn’t see WTF was going on. Then as I turned onto the next main road, I saw that a fresh chemtrail was being laid. I can also hear the spooks driving up and down loudly around my neighborhood. But the nights have been peacefully quiet.

Next up, the demonic entities would cross my path and slow down my travel time on the road as pedestrians, bicyclists and other creepy spooks. I tend to be in a hurry and a lead foot as slowness enrages err triggers my impatience.

As for life at home, I’m bored. I’m melting from lack of hope, dreams, and motivation. The only way I’m able to sustain my sanity and existence is by blogging and viewing YouTube videos. I don’t earn money doing these things. I certainly don’t earn money volunteering as a singer at two choir gigs. I’m wasting my talent and time. I really do NOT know what happened.

I’m finished. I could add more but my testimonies will fall on deaf ears and blinded eyeballs. No one will care. I guess I’m hoping for answers but that won’t happen until I acknowledge that I’m either creating such events and/or something else makes it so. Phooey! Fin 20190822-183322 pm.

Carousel Rides – MGTOW http://valenciabrocode.blogspot.com/2019/08/carousel-rides-mgtow.html

When I was in college I used to hang out with two short “females”.

One was thick dark-skinned and from my high school. Fast forward and in one shopping expedition with my parents at Hancock Fabrics, now closed, I saw that she was butch with her butch who looked like a thick AmerAsian! They both looked like that they had a dispute as both seemed sad and sat on the wooden bench outside the store.

The other one was Minh D (her last name spelled and rhymed with the first name) a Vietnamese with super long hair from Milpitas, CA. She might be a telepath as I noticed that many men would flock in her direction during our bar run. She was fascinated with Egypt and wore a snake charm wrapped around her upper arm.

Being a noob I’d ask lots of questions and was curious about her exploits and how she was duped into buying guys whatever they wanted. But I got tired of her antics and pretended to forget calling her because I was a social misfit and noob, and didn’t know how to handle situations.

Oh yeah. She shared her exploits with investigators, playing with their mustaches, and how she learned that personal information such as the SSN and drivers license are useless or something along that line.

So she in effect influenced me. Oh oh oh! She said that I was different. If anyone of y’all know WTF she meant, please let me know who are these entities and why they were allowed to present themselves into moi.

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So I was chatting with someone who claimed to have invented EasyCat, a touch pad sold by MicroCenter, formerly located in Santa Clara, CA. He also claimed that his daddy was a San Mateo copper. He also claimed disability from falling off scaffolding while working with electrician electrical. He has a alcoholic consumption problem and talks as if he has his jaws wired shut.

5150 mental evaluation. He mentioned this to me. So upon hearing the interview from the YT character, I’m assuming that he and his pals were trying to commit me long before I met the fat bastard and pals who prolly referred me to you and your pals, all because the finder said I like whitish guy.

I’m also thinking Respondent took the heat as a warning shot to me that you and these fools can commit anyone of us for nonsense. But I’m still gonna fight back against you backstabbing traitors despite the Snowden and Assange exemplars years later.

So please do be aware that my presence and to whatever its associated effects are not whatever happens to me, but once again what might potentially happen to y’all when y’all irk the Lawd Gawd.

20190822-0528-incoming thought. Just so y’all know two months after that fat bastard failed to fulfill the contractual and security agreements, his brother-in-law passed away. Now I felt that event was a spiritual karma for irking the Lawd Gawd. I didn’t feel pity but was pissed off for obvious reasons. I sent them a condolence golden card with an angel on it.

Yeah I have details and to this day I cannot forgot or forgive, but that’s stuff y’all prolly already know ahead of the ballgame.

Behold! I’ve captured Mister Cockroach inside a used Starbucks plastic container! The huge reddish creature crawled and pauses from the China cabinet and towards the bathroom. The elusive bug seemed slower as I assumed it didn’t eat for the past few days. I exclaimed and ran for the cup, had a difficult time capturing it, ran and grabbed my smartphone and took three photos.

Dad helped to open the backyard as I marched outside to release it at the westbound corner of the fence where spider webs grew. It scuttled into the corner.

Good riddance!