Who is my best friend?
I have many but only one.
My teacher is myself.
How are you my best friend?
I am always there for you.
Then you are my tick.
Why are you my best friend?
I am always true.
Verily, I say.
Bull.
Author’s note: A short poem based on a phone call received today at 12:45PM from the moronic, fat one.
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Yes Sire, your squire girl is here!
I see your hair is cut short, I hear!
Yes Sire, I’m your cute little dear!
Come squire girl! Hand me my spear!
A short poem in monorhyme.
Author’s note: After morning mass on Tuesday, 01/15/208 a Filipino couple, Fred and Rose, had complemented on my new hair cut (unlike Twit’). It so happens that ‘Rose’ has a much shorter version of mine, including the mini-bang which I’ve cut afterward that day. My ability to control my natural waves (which hair products and heat appliances won’t do either) is quite limited and the bob shape is not as shiny smooth as I’d like the appearance of my new hair cut. This was a very quick poem I’ve created a few minutes ago and it is about how I look like a little boy and how I’m reminded of a squire helping her knight – hehehe!
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f – Goody! Goody, Two-Shoes
w – Happy, happy! Joy, joy!
d – Cinderella’s Dorky Boy
Author’s note: While taking my time pooping in our pink bathroom downstairs a few minutes ago, I opened up Volume 19 of our Encyclopaedia Britannica Copyright © 1971 and came across an article under ‘Rune’ — my inspiration to spell out my ‘real’ first name using the Latin equivalent of runic letters. Oh yeah, I always have my head in the air about love and romance – aaahhh!
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Sunday, October 07, 2007 8:33:37 PM
Last name was originally spelled with the letters ‘V’ ‘E’ and ‘I’.
[Last name here] St. in Philippines:
Unknown if still exists in province called Tuy, B@t@ng@s.
[FIRST NAME HERE]
Fe = Iron (element)
Fe = Faith (Sp.)
Linda = Pretty (Sp.)
Flynn = son of red head (Gaelic)
A nickname I modified from [First name here].
Therefore,
Furinda Berirosu (Japanese).
You people need more cross-cultural studies to accept each other.
ch@kr@lif&
Woman seeks Man: Greetings!
Date posted: Fri Jun 9 23:17:16 2000
ch@kr@lif&
Woman seeks Man: Shy One Wants Single One
Date posted: Mon Jun 12 17:16:47 2000
c@mpb&llcoff&&
Woman seeks Man: Hey! Where are you hiding?
Date posted: Thu Jun 15 00:14:19 2000
c@mpb&llcoff&&
Woman seeks Man: Sentimental Eclectic Seeks Grounded Man
Date posted: Sat Jun 17 21:46:09 2000
c@mpb&llcoff&&
Woman seeks Man: Sentimental Eclectic Seeks Super Man
Date posted: Sun Jun 18 10:53:40 2000
Date posted: Sun Jun 18 15:19:47 2000
Date posted: Tue Jun 20 20:57:25 2000
Date posted: Thu Jun 22 19:20:22 2000
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Woman seeks Man: Friendly Being Seeks Interesting Man
Date posted: Sun Jun 25 15:48:27 2000
Date posted: Mon Jun 26 19:09:24 2000
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Woman seeks Man: GOOD KISSER SEEKS GO-TEE MAN
Date posted: Wed Jun 28 21:36:51 2000
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!
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Fluffy von der Flynn
Writing from within
About her private world
and hidden Truths unfurled
First attempt at clerihew of pseudo-self.
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To be in solitude is perfectly fine.
I share my daily thoughts through a blogging shrine.
To lead a simple life is on borrowed times.
My blogs, dreams and poems are hidden in rhymes.
There is nothing to hide except my own Truth.
My lonely mind is like an imprisoned youth.
Freedom of expression is a gift with wings.
People are unique and perfect in all things.
Interconnectedness provides a good link.
Storytellers share how they feel and think.
To be in solitude is perfectly fine.
I share my daily thoughts through a blogging shrine.
To lead a simple life is on borrowed times.
My blogs, dreams and poems are hidden in rhymes.
Living simple differs from simply living —
To laugh, love, forget but always forgiving.
Blogging from the spectacular to mundane
Keep the bored alive and from going insane.
Dreams seem real from the subconscious mind state.
Some foretell good or bad as predictive fate.
Poetry is meant for the creative souls —
Who artfully weave words of rhythmic life’s goals.
To be in solitude is perfectly fine.
I share my daily thoughts through a blogging shrine.
There is nothing to hide except my own Truth.
My lonely mind is like an imprisoned youth.
Some choose a lone path for life placed on the shelf.
Be truly free, not alone, and by yourself
And like a child, fresh, innocence untainted
or your own friend with commonsense acquainted.
Learn to love who you are on the inside, too.
Accept the differences through your worldwide view.
Maybe when you are ready to understand
you will display your strength with a helping hand.
To be in solitude is perfectly fine.
I share my daily thoughts through a blogging shrine.
A Licentia poem of three, twelve-lined stanzas with eleven syllables in monorhyme per ‘couplet’.
Combined from three unfinished poems:
20070629-Anti Social
20070630-Borrowed Times
20070705-Poetry Imprisoned
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I hate people.
People get in my way.
People are self-serving.
People are fearful about losing bio-units, friends, finance, food and f^ck!ng.
I hate my bio-units.
Maw is strong willed and annoying.
Paw is an idiot and non responsive.
Brat is nuts and a spender.
Twit is nit-wit and culturally challenged.
My ungrateful relatives disappeared years ago.
All these people need to go far away from me.
Their ghosts may roam elsewhere for all I care.
I need to get out of their lives and out the Bay Area.
I have no friends.
The ones I meet are fakers.
They smile when they want to get along with me.
Their fake smiles are itchy.
‘How are you?’ they claim they are fine.
They deny personal problems not worth sharing.
Friends are liars too.
They tell their sob or hard luck stories.
Friends like to hang out with other friends.
They like to party, drink and drive, go shopping or other shared nonsense.
They are misery incarnate when they fall down or are needy.
I am not entirely miserable but not lonely.
Friends are useful for data that takes too long to research by oneself.
I do not need friends, for now.
Friends come to me for money.
I have financial problems.
I hate people borrowing money from me.
These sorts of people are NO friends of mine.
I need security in the form of money.
Money makes me happy.
I know I am happy with money.
Money allows me to spend as long as people don’t know I have money.
Spending is good on food, clothing and shelter.
I have all three basic necessities but want more.
I want to travel, buy my own house and spend on myself for once.
I want to try fine dining.
I hate food.
Food makes me fat.
Oils, fats and meat stuff clog my arteries.
Food provides emotional comfort during times of stress.
I love any chocolate food items.
Anything not bland to the taste is healthy.
Salty food is makes bland food tastier too.
People are needed to harvest and slaughter edible foodstuff.
Sustaining life by ingesting other life forms does not make sense.
I hate f^ck!ng.
Fucking is no fun when people take advantage of each other.
The act itself is dirty and may cause sexually transmitted diseases.
The word is vulgar and expresses anger at someone, too.
People get hurt and lose lives during the heat of passion or from jealousy and rage.
Fucking leads to more people who fuck.
This means making bio-units.
And the cycle begins again with more people.
See what I mean?
Everything is perfect without people.
The reason more people are alive is because the laws prevent us from killing each other.
Euthanasia should be available prior to being dumped into a nursing home.
Being in a nursing home is next to being dead, by the way.
People are good as food for some.
People are good as fertilizer in the end.
People are part of nature too.
Hehehe!
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My bended fingers:
From working so hard
Un-straightened digits
With some painful gout.
My knobby knuckles:
Staring like eyeballs
By welcoming palm
A fist to close its anger.
My dry cuticles:
Ragged with hangnails
White canopy smile
Dimples of snowflakes.
My square, pointed nails:
Trimmed closed to design
Dark vertical lines
Ridges as polish.
My ten digit toes:
Both index hammered —
Right one towards top
Left one to middle.
Big toes — side bunions.
Pinky callus and
Under middle right.
Heels of white train tracks.
Head dander and flakes.
Dry skin and acne.
Elbows and knees joint
Cracks like the dessert.
Seven genetic poems of four-lined stanzas ‘describing skin conditions’ in free-verse.
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Coordinator
Job title: Financial IV
Harmonious bore
Hard work but calmer to snore
Was Senior Cash Apps before
Another tanka in monorhyme.
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The year of our Lord
Plus one and minus one scored
Golden ratio ward
Common lion roared
Value before first one adored
Voiceless speaking chord
Current ball point sword
Digging bowl shape concave horde
Twenty owe one poured
Three riddles of ‘Who am I?’ tanka in monorhyme.
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