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To the Boss:

Y’all are full of crap! I have no friends and for good reasons! I’m not friendly.

Y’all are known to gossip. I don’t like nosy people who like to share crap!

One of the leads lives down my drive. And we never really knew nor do I care.

And if y’all want to be my friends, banish the psycho divorced nutter living next to a corner house!

And if y’all are “Christians”, pray that demon-seed Lolinda goes to hell and burns for eternity.

And if y’all think I’m your “friends”, y’all are mistaken. Now buzz off, you fugly freaks!

Huh,

Flynn…

After one poetic expedition into a romantic’s lair, I just finished reading another poet’s “thoughts” about walking away from rudeness. Now, mind y’all for those who have been following my pieces of crap, I’ve been trying to walk away from such feelings for many slong years.

You will never know such greenish bile and how the anger is filtered out, including that scent of roses, and  has already affected my one liver, nay, my two kidneys are bubbling with seething rage in yellow urine as foams form frothing in my dried mouth from gnashing my teeth at night, causing jaw and teeth pain the follow morning.

Animosity. You will never know these lizard people and how they continue to surround me with their biting hatred. Their alienation and wicked ways hound me into the night and frightfully into the daytime – all the time. They pass through the “gifts” of calmness, never fazed by prayers or wishful thinkings.

That’s why the world is dying. Y’all will see lots more death and destruction on account of your undue influences on my “thoughts” and very existence…

To the Boss:

Fuck you! Haha!

Your “relatives” are asking for the Descant and SATB versions to one of the music. WTF do you asshole want from me? I will NOT be held responsible for the distribution of my stuff!

I’m NOT going to share my links to anyone else, except the two leads, who can be the ones to authorize others in their group to perform for non-professional use only, of course.

I intentionally bought the electronic edition, which has a security block that prevents me from sharing my copyrighted purchase.

And since your substitute is being paid, he should pick-up more crap from this group. He already has copies that others don’t need anyway.

Huh,

Flynn…

Wise cracker: “Today is the last day to flick off/use your middle finger!”

Whatever! I do that a lot out of sight/view and in my imagination! Today is 11/11.

She told me Paw was shaking/afraid that the scary people might come out of their scary SUV and stab us.

Okay. This is getting weird! Can I at least stick out my tongue? Gawd, you people are no fun!

Last week I decided to remove Shrimpsei’s nano-pyramid from near the side garage door, which is facing the psycho divorced nutter’s side garage door. I was hoping this “gift” would keep her restrained indoors. But I felt it was NOT working.

So I moved it indoor and hooked it up near the refrigerator. A few days ago, I noticed the alligator clip came loose because the tip of the wire was missing! So I cut back the white/wire wrap and hooked up device, which has a crack somewhere. A while back, I had to use epoxy to glue back two of the circular “legs” underneath.

As soon as I plugged in the device (with the nearest electrical outlet being the bathroom downstairs), I felt a “cleansing” within/around me. Of course, I didn’t want to “report” anything “honky-dory” but ye ole sylphs came by overhead.

I don’t know or douse to confirm if that particular corner may be a “hit”. Maw noticed many times in the past how earthquakes seemed the strongest coming from the east hills, up the driveway, past the garage door, and into our house.

There is a “corner” where the acrylic paint is stretched to show the displacement of two adjacent walls ahead. So I don’t know if something else is going on, whereby the patio is sinking and pulling one main wall away.

Honestly, I don’t care any more because the two old farts won’t listen to me about my “observations” of two crack slabs of concrete. The old woman continues to weigh down the “weaker” end with her stupid plants, which really should be planted into the god-damned soil outdoors.

So do you understand why these “gifts” do NOT work on stupid, stubborn, old people? I swear we are being duped!

Has finished X-mass decor with Paw and saw OPEN forum thread commentator mention how the lizard people are NOT affected by these “gifts”.

That would explain why Shrimpsei’s OtterBox just buzzes inside my handbag for nothing and why the psycho parishioners still attend mass despite blasting the place with love and light and boosting them prayers and why the divorced psycho nutter and other creeps still lives next door to us and go near us.

The stuff ain’t working! We’ve been duped! No wonder the dream blogger, I can’t quite recollect, might have thrown away or flung his piece of crap.

He wanted to make a trade, which I could have taken off his “hands” But since I don’t have a Post Office box, that “thought”, might not ever happen.

At around 1330, a Mexican came out of the house across the side street and pedaled his bike twice down MY drive. He came back around 1428.

Later while we were screwing in the bulbs (red, white, blue, hern, orange) I noticed four high-flying, I believe, sea gulls directly overhead. A BIG armada of sylphs were present the while day, blocking out the sunshine.

The air temperature was cold enough but not freezing to wear my acrylic sweeter and scarf/hoodie, to hide Burka/ninja style. My watchers in big/white SUV car flashed one right turn signal from the RUE and I nodded once in return. Hehe. Thanks.

More car activities were noticeable, even on Veteran’s Holiday, which we celebrated at a local Denny’s restaurant for breakfast and at home with the boy, who got my end of the stick.

He has to nerve to insist and inconvenience me to re-park the car inside the garage. Then Maw rags on me to put the vinyl record of military music, while I was on still on my hormonal rag.

She got an earful of my nastiness. I wouldn’t stop profanities and other descriptive adjectives to describe her senility. As a result, she is keeping quite. Good!

So those two butt-heads are messing up Paw and me. I just happen to be meaner than Paw, who is capable of being just as tough but won’t express his bloodline. A truly strong old man who hates my flicking off people.

My bad!

Well, fictional writing and unwanted thoughts are winding down for my blog.

I’ve learned that some people are in doubt and assume and they fail to ask straight forward questions tactfully for truthful answers. This group shall live in constant fear.

I’ve learned that some people refuse to listen and are inflexible and incapable of being open to other ideas/suggestions. This group shall snap like stiff-ass twigs.

I’ve concluded: people are stuck in their egos. This group is hopeless.

Therefore, as mentioned my blog, I’ll transition away from text and blog with more media. Hey! Maybe, I’ll record my voice. Nah. Hmm.

To the Boss:

Happy Birthday, you old fart! Per online searches, you’re supposed to be 39, not 40 ; your Mom 64; your Dad 72; and your “hip-hopping” sister 31. That makes me your elder “peer” group/reviewer. Your Mom misspoke 49, which Paw and I heard but Maw heard 40 last night.

I really like your Dad’s no-nonsense attitude and straightforward attitude, which resonates with the Maw wisdom. He is also humorous crack-pot, like Paw. I think your sister got her nice/white set of teeth from her Dad; while you got your Mom’s chin.

Your Mom is a dedicated Catholic but she might have “imposed/interfered” too much on the churches/priests/nuns/seminaries/deacons. As a result, she got a reality dose of “bis-too” (or “revealed” secret/whatever from our local parish).

“I don’t believe those priests: They are richer than us!” said your Mom. I know why your Mom has been acting up. She doesn’t know stuff that others don’t like and it’s hard to take. I understand those who mean well/have lots of good ideas to share.

That’s why I don’t like church! I really don’t want to get too involved emotionally because I’ll tend to treat everyone like long lost friends/relatives. And besides, we are too polite to be “brutally” mean/nasty.

As for my stupid coversheet for the line of music, these “seasoned” members should be “active participants”, meaning they should be prepared and know/practice the music well in advanced per your email.

But as an experiment, I went out of my way to print out and post the coversheet for the “line of music” because there were complaints from the old farts that you were NOT emailing/following-up with any changes!

Prior to mass, Paw’s old USPS co-worker/friend wondered what music we are following. But the cane lady got mad at her clueless husband and told him to sit down because we are following your old email and you will announce the “line of music”.

As for my stupid white binder, I know the organist doesn’t need it! However, the notes of these sheet musics are LARGER for her to see compared to reading from the “Music Issue”.

So you see you damn “white boy”, as part of my evaluation in y/our stubbornness/group’s performance, I had good ideas. But since you weren’t doing your part and it’s hard for them to follow, I tried and now I DO NOT GIVE A DAMN!

Huh,

Flynn…

P.S. Morro Bay, CA – We thought it was up north. But your Paw said it was near Hearst Castle, which we already visited during the early eighties. We really spent a little during the growing years but we recently are planning to spend more on live performances.

To the Boss:

Good Lawd! Oh Jezuz! I have a lot a things to blog about you reptilians.

1. We arrived around 7 PM and decided which table to grab – one near the opened EXIT door/covered piano or the other table near the closed EXIT door.

2. We intercepted your Mom and she helped us grab a table between yours and the bar. I had my back towards your table. When you left one time, I scanned her face and she is of your species – down-turned eyes, VERY tall, but a nice “bubble-head”. Am I close? And I don’t know “Katy” all that well! “You’re next!” Paw said. “Oh, no!” she said. Stop using her and elope. Sheesh.

3. We sat for one hour snacking on finger-food: your Dad’s home-made “Persimmon Cookie”; the kid’s chips and dips; some COLD lumpia; Kirkland bottled waters; large cups of orange juice; and all with few cocktail tissues and no “real” dishes, too!

4. We then lined-up at the buffet table in the other room/down the hall of the community center, where children were running/playing. We filled our plastic/white plates of silver trimming with: three salads – green with yucky cheese, sliced tri-bell peppers, one tuna/macaroni salad; one VERY cold Bihon; my favorite baked salmon with sliced lemon circles; two large lechon piggy meat, and lots of desserts. We didn’t get a piece of wedding cake!

5. Maw and I headed to the bathroom so I could administer the insulin injection. But en route, Maw handed the white envelop to your sister whose energy I didn’t like as she gingerly placed our wedding gift into the wishing well.

6. We went back to our table and eventually Maw finished her food but passed on the VERY cold Bihon noodles to Paw who vacuumed it up. Two old couples spoke with Maw. We then met the younger brother of Dr. Hector. His wife was/is Aida, who was Maw’s co-worker.

7. I had to leave and hide in the bathroom while your sister and her drunk husband sang rap music, which is fine but it’s NOT my style. My hearing aid made the amplified NOISE too loud. I waited outside where Bert, the old man who looks Chinese, was sitting on a sofa chair.

8. I hugged most of the church people.

Overall, I loved the simplicity and low budget wedding reception – relatives helping out to cater/cook the food, your Maw running herself ragged to help with the “catering”; your Paw wearing a orange-colored Barong, you wearing dirty blue jeans and that same boring gray long-sleeved shirt, your “Katy” wearing purple boa and matching cotton/jean outfit, your Maw wearing a rosy-sweater/wrinkled taupe shirt/flip-flop/orange toe-nail polish; and other parishioners wearing comfortable clothes.

Well we are watching the Miss Universe 2013. The darkest would be Miss Philippines, who can speak English and is a Valedictorian! The other four finalists answered the questions in Spanish and they taller than her!

Perhaps, my favorite guy who does “manly things” could consider the shortest one as the winner. After all, I’m a Filipino and I love drinking my shots of VODKA! More than one “shot” makes me “friendlier”.

Yeah, I was surprised my Paw actually stopped his VERY bad bathroom habit and came out to see the televised event. Haha! I read the latest news article and Miss Venezuela won! Darn it!

At 2247 pm, listening to Steven Tyler performing on a white grand piano and singing “Dream On”. He is wearing a “Beetle Juice” suit outfit with vertical black/white stripes. That’s quite Masonic! Bahaha!

Navy Commander Accused Of Bribery (LIVE CNN with Don Lemon)

Captain Kevin Eyer U.S. Navy (Ret.) spoke about the accused.

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Damn, stupid Filipinos are fucking crooks! You are embarrassing yourselves and dishonoring the military with your cooties!

I AM TRULY ASHAMED! Y’all need to commit “disembowelment” and have your heads cut off!

Fast cars and women, free tickets, good times. My god! Evil temptations!

“Henniger: Pres Obama has become a one-man negative force field” (FoxNews)

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Yesterday evening, I was told that I could go to hell. I replied that I am evil. I was getting on his case again because he was being naughty for coming over and ignoring/NOT “connecting” with his parents. But that night he minimized his smartphone activities with a bunch of spooks, err, online “friends” and conversed/”talked” with his OLD family.

“Mom! Is she always mean/that way?” the Squirrel asked.

“It runs in your paternal bloodline. So it shouldn’t surprise you either.” the mother-unit replied.

This morning, I was told that I was being nasty. I replied that I am fugly. I already sensed/predicted disagreements. As we tried to exit a side parking lot, I moved the car’s sun-shield to block some Filipino old farts talking on the sidewalk. I wanted to “block” the side view/lack of imaginary sunshine: This was done out of habit because I NOW HAVE TO TURN THE SUN-SHIELD TO THE LEFT TO BLOCK THE VIDEO SURVEILLANCE SYSTEM POINTED INTO OUR DRIVEWAY BY THE DIVORCED PSYCHO NUTTER LIVING NEXT DOOR TO US!!!

“Whatever got into you, you lack faith. You don’t believe in Gawd.” said Maw.

“You are not fugly. You need to believe in something. You don’t have self-control.” said Paw.

So you see folks, y’all will never understand our “method” in teaching/cross-training/stupid dogs to behave. It’s a tough assignment but something worth the humor.