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For a while, I noticed that my imagination is getting more creative/frequent.

About an hour ago or so, I flushed the toilet. For whatever reason, and I kid y’all NOT, the rush of flushing water sounds like the “water” itself is alive and communicating in its own special liquidly state! It is as if lots of watery voices within its on special level of communication is obvious but since I speak American English, I cannot understand.

If I recollect a dedicated blogger’s post regarding his ability to “hear” the waves take on a different tone, a “healthy” note, especially for the waters of the ocean/seas/waves/whatever would be “F4”. I wonder what the ocean/sea/waves/whatever sounds like now…

Oh, and almost everyday, I would see milder, more serene forms of “air streamers” coming off the back parts of moving/passing vehicles. I kid y’all NOT! I don’t know if it’s the special coatings on my eyeglass lenses, the expensive lenses itself, or the combination of both through the windshield of our cars and/or the atmospheric condition of the air outdoors.

Anyway, I’m addicted to my newest electronic device/toy. No! It’s NOT a vibrator. I have a Zaaz, which is fine. Thank you.

I shut-down my new NOOK after practicing my new choral music. Now I have FOUR computers to access online! I’m a spoiled brat!

I don’t know if I should continue my addiction considering the RADIATION warmth emanating from this new thingy.

Besides singing, I think reading will be my next addiction. And that’s good for business and ebook writers, too.

I’ll have to wear gloves though because the residual sensation if electronic pollution is still stuck on my fingers/hands.

I’ll have to wash my hands each time to “discharge” the build-up. I don’t knower if they sell anti-electronic mittens/gloves.

I’m blogging from my smartphone with my right middle finger and will head on over to my laptop to finish up my others thoughts faster with two hands.

Evil Kitty is a spoiled brat, too, and thumbs her paws through YOUR horse/buck teeth to show her disdain for snobs like the Boss.

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To the Boss:

Per Maw a few minutes ago: “You wasted more money!”

That’s right! Today, I paid cash for a new NOOK HD+ Tablet by Barnes & Noble. It’s the “Slate 32 GB” for $179.00.

It works beautifully and although it does get RADIATION warm to the touch, I was able to practice off the scanned copies of “Music for 09-29-13” tonight during choir practice with seven people and a kid. Last week was also seven people and kid, only it was the wife and not her husband for tonight.

Besides ordering future Nook Books through Barnes & Noble, my primary purpose was to view my new purchase of “Choral Praise Third Edition with Lectionary Readings eBook [Mobile eBook]”. It has hymns and lots of prayers, such as “Act of Contrition” (which you/your family need to atone for your damn sins) and the different mysteries of the Rosary.

Just so you know, Gloria got pissed last Thursday night after choir rehearsal, claiming that we already have the books in the pews as reference. Her eyebrows knitted in demonic anger and stormed off into the night/towards her car. I tried saying loudly that “change is supposed to be good.” As per my old emails, these old farts are stubborn!

I think one of the altos got confused with “The College Hymnal”. I don’t know/forgot her name. Oh, Kathy, the one that got pissed off at you. As per my old emails, the key signatures differ between this old book and the Music Issue (OCP.org). She approached me twice prior to two separate masses to make sure we are on the same page (keys).

OMG! I’m comparing the Keyboard Accompaniment of “Blest Be the Lord” (# 98) with the Mobil eBook edition # 455. The key signatures are the same! Thank goodness. I like the breakdown of the “Harmony” above and the “Melody” below. Bahaha! I’m gonna have fun with my new purchases. Dammit the lamp turned off. Fuck!

Huh,

Flynn…

P.S. Your parents are leaving at 4:45 AM. They have intentionally used a familiar “code” and are on my naughty list for giving you kids such a hard time with their gallivanting. They’re gross. These old farts are goofing off in their last leg of life. I don’t like such fakery in front of the CofC – a bunch of gossipers. My god. I “know” stuff.

To the Boss:

Please forgive me. I meant no harm or cause undue fear among your fellow heathens, err, brethren. I realized several times earlier but forgot to enter my “thoughts” that the data set I received that one morning was an opinion from/by a toid, like you. So, I don’t know if there is an old/ongoing faction between/within your own species. There is much confusion on my part. That why you’ll see both the Good Flynn and her Evil Kitty trying to work out their disputes.

Hah,

Flynn…

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To the Singularity:

Cut it out! You’re flooding my WordPress.com Reader with VERY substantial, juicy meat pieces so late in the night/early morning. You’re “thoughts” have been resonating with mine! So whatever y’all are doing, damn!

Anyway, there is no need to be “sorry for [asking]”. You wanted in. You got it. I didn’t know heaven had a door! Why confound your inquiries with three question marks? Why not just simply be sincere for once?

As “for the ladies”, would you be “man” enough to admit that guys prefer substance over looks of a feminine woman? My thoughts exactly! As per old Henry’s post, he fell asleep among “REAL” women.

Is that what you wanted all these eons? Some place to lay your weary heads and rest in heavenly peace? Okay. Fine. Not a problem. Let me mediate and see how it all shakes out. OMG!

Hehe,

Flynn…

Y’all keep “Knocking On Heaven’s Door” and scream: “Let Us In!”

But did y’all even bother to ask? Were you invited? And what makes y’all think you’re worthy to be given “free” access to eternal bliss? What would St. Pete say now?

If y’all must know, heaven is just like earth. The Garden of Eden is here. And heaven is way up there among the fluffy, puffy clouds of white.

Oh, heck! I’m kicking out those who underwent any form of plastic surgery! I saw Axl and Carrot (both around my age group), and others that really were beautiful on the OUTSIDE before their “new” looks.

I think they were/are messed up on the INSIDE enough for them to undergo face lifts, Botox injections and other fillers that messed up their faces.

That’s it! Out! OMG! Why are y’all so fearful/insecure? That’s Satan’s temptation for you to ruin your original beauty/God-given gifts.

Regarding defunding ObamaCare and other weird stuff as “suggested” in my weblog for policy-making.

I recall telling my fugly acquaintance years ago that to do the OPPOSITE of whatever I said. Fast forward years later, I am thinking if whatever old/ongoing “thoughts” contributed to this or any alleged mess might have been a REVERSE of what is supposed to have been “good”!

So a bit of warning to TPTB and pals: it’s weird that I would recall something that I would never dream to manifest as “reality”. I am wondering still to myself, more like musing really, if blogging was an intentionally vehicle for “fun” and “games”, although most would convince us the complete MIRROR.

Anyway, forgive me in advance, because I’m aware that writing could be misconstrued and of course that’s not nice. As an amateur writer, I’m kinda getting bored and tired with blogging. I rely on the “blog stats” as a “life meter” to the success of any/whatever sizzle may remain on my blog.

Forget it.

To Evil Kitty:

Do you want to be locked up in your cage? You’ve been nothing but trouble. You’re problem is having nothing to do! What you need is spaying or neutering. What is your sex, by the way? No matter. I’ve had it with your bad attitude. Hissing and scratching at people! The nerve!

And you’re stinking up the place, too! Why I had to replace my new carpet because you wouldn’t use your imported beach sand from Playa Del Rey, CA. And your fur! It’s a mess. All balled up and jumping around like dust bunnies. I had to hire a maid just to chase those darn things down!

And why don’t you like all the new toys? Can’t you be satisfied with at least one favorite piece of junk that I specially ordered online from Germany? I can’t believe you’d knock over your castle-tower play pen on my rare Ming Dynasty vase!

You know what? I’ll have to give you up for adoption, if you don’t behave! I thought your “purebred’ would be much better than what I paid! That was $10,000! Oh, I don’t know why I bothered putting up with you. You know I love you. But enough is enough! When will you see it my way for once?

I’m giving you until this X-mas to make me feel happy. Otherwise, you’ll be under someone else’s X-mas tree!

Bah,

The Good Flynn

To the Boss:

If you are Filipino enough and understand Filipino cultural myth, you/your parents should be aware of a taboo: avoid traveling/TOO far away when your “loved one” is going to be married! You might crash and burn, or even die! Gasp!

I don’t blame your kid sister for getting angry at y’all. It doesn’t make sense to hide from us local parishioners/whatever. It’s strange how you’d spend your money unwisely considering the wedding gift, if any.

Remember, y’all are fugly monkeys and hanging around with white folks, especially Italians, won’t get y’all far (up your butts)/anywhere except escapism from the root/core problems plaguing your family – spiritual snobbery.

Huh,

Flynn…

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Yup. So after church this morning, Thelma, a board member of a school distinct, comes up to me, after hugging, and asked in her language if I worked. I said yeah and then she leaned closer to great and asked where and I said I’m on a break. I tend to reverse my stories. Bahaha.

I should have asked where’s her tall husband for a long time and why she didn’t have any children showing their faces around my local parish? Bahaha!

The proud, tanned woman walked away just as quickly to the nun in white while Celia was already talking to Paw about health issues with her husband and her first cousin Poi came over and started to talk to Maw. Yesterday, the old Indy talked about a woman who didn’t want to abort her unborn child.

The place is crawling with lots of stories, an open book of unfortunates troubles and harsh realities. Emmer and his elderly orangutan pretended not to see us pulling away from the parking lot.

I should just walk away fast and wait in the car while the old farts talk among themselves. These chumps are on their last legs of life, that anything they say won’t matter, like gossips.

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Had a thought a few minutes ago while ironing Maw’s bedsheets/pillow cases. While watching FoxNews, had a thought about “martial law” is to gun control as nuclear arms is to world control.

In other words, America is a control freak. Although claims that thugs in the Middle East are building up their nuclear arms to use it against Israel, world domination, whatever storyline, I don’t know what to think anymore.

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To the Boss:

The reason why I must gradually try to avoid your Mom is because she is emotionally disturbed. I am appealing to you and you family to restrain her away from me whenever/as much as possible. Though in public, she could be triggered at anytime/thing. I don’t know.

I don’t know the extent of her disability but from those professionals who work with crazies, they said that they are violent and ready to kill. And I’m NOT about to go down easily. That’s why be wary of the crazies in church. Complaints are said about some people fighting/screaming on the premises.

For example, Aida told Maw that Lol might commit suicide. But because the divorced psycho nutter is already beyond repair/help, she will kill. She already has a police record for assaulting Luz, the other sister, jailed, and bailed by Aida, who later regretted posting $3,000 bail and sponsoring her tourist VISA stay in America from the beginning.

This is no joke. This is a friendly warning. Okay? Good.

Huh,

Flynn…

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