To ‘Shrimpsei’ and his disingenuous forums:
It’s about those Moronic quorums.
Google ‘Pete’ and his last name of kin —
The Fiji author of my video, upload grin.
TPTB are pissing me off!
Laughing and spitting with their cough
Related to each other, interbreeding kinds
He too is responsible for reading our minds.
Hey! It’s a short poem ranting about unfinished business.
Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Woke up around 06:00M to the running water of Maw cleaning out her CPAP accessories. My left nostril was especially congested. I sprayed with medicated nasal spray this time. After peeing and rinsing out my mouth, I greeted her.
Yesterday (02/13/2008) was very clear blue skies as I thought out loud while imaging Chris’ orgone run last year in Mt. Hamilton. Very clear blue skies indeed.
Today 02/14/2008 was also clear blue skies with several high altitude chemtrails in the air, especially over Saratoga, CA when Maw and I went to find matching pink material for her sweat pants repair project at Hancock Fabrics.
Played around with my theme since yesterday night and finalized the same one without touching ‘Edit CSS’ under my flynnsblogs.com site. Yesterday, Pete told me the fools are still negotiating about some ‘deed’ until the end of this week.
Today, GWB wanted the expired bill (since Sat.) to continue the spying on terrorists. Later around 01:30PM, Mitt Romney officially announced his endorsement to John McCain, which means he gets all of Mitt’s delegate votes. Poor Huckabee!
Yesterday, I blogged about the possibility of assassinations on five remaining presidential candidates. This morning, CNN put up a headline ‘Assassination, possible?’
Pete’s stupid project – great honor delays
Warrior felon – an islander plays
His constant lying and cheating to us
A banker’s folly – more snags, hissing cuss
The voice of a frog and fat like a toad
Worldwide connection, their Masonic code
Woe the world, His kingdom come
My Anger-geddon blasts greediness scum
A poem of eight lines with AB end rhymes.
Author’s note: Well, the time is past 01:39AM on Saturday, 01/05/2008. And after zapping my worries away and shocking my system awake, I decided to play around with the presentation of my blogsite from blue to brown. I couldn’t get my customized CSS to make my blogsite work as before and decided to go with the default of larger fonts with more bar items which I feel are too spaced far apart. As some of you may know, this particular poem mixes unfinished business with impatient spiritualism.
Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Right shoulder is shot from sleeping a lot.
Rusty hinges pop, snap, crackle and flop
Lifeless. With tingling, angered nerves mingling
To deck my clenched jaws with its unseen laws —
To attack my neck and leaving a wreck —
An energy drain from overwork sprain.
Gave them my right arm with credit card charm
As their right hand fan of Dark masters’ clan
From the beginning of my birth spinning
To carry the weight with angelic trait
Shots through the heart as trusted friends part
Their separate ways towards better days
Author’s note: A poem (of two, six-lined stanzas with ten syllables with internal and external rhymes per lines) about being tired from cleaning the windows and blinds on Sun. 9/23/07 and Mon. 09/24/07 – inside and out and about sick from waiting patiently — for nothing! Reminded me of having profound weakness of whole arm last year, too.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
another de ja vu
viewed blog stats via wordpress.com
saw 48
and then
thought of pete
while eating my nestle crunch bar of chocolate covered vanilla
cleaned outside windows after breakfast from 09:00AM to 02:00PM
while doing laundry till 06:00PM at the same time.
had lunch outdoors of leftover mahi-mahi for me with pinacksiu fish for mom and dad.
09/23/2006 yesterday cleaned blinds with hot water and furniture too.
vacuumed upstairs and helped mom and dad finish up downstairs by moving furniture and re-warming dinner over the stove-rare indeed.
20070726-Daily Thoughts
Woke up 11:30AM
Sent text message to [cellphone number here] at 03:12:25PM on 07-26-2007: [my rant here]
Received call from Pete at 04:15PM. Said he will call at 12:30PM: [His] time?
Hosed down two more green sail boat covering of the patio. Paw soaped some parts but had to hose down the residue. Had to leave the scene. I hate both units and being here. N!&&%r$ stink!
Woke up at 17:30PM by Maw who inquired about why I am sleeping. Sunny blue skies – stretched arms in front of me in up and down motion. She told to about ‘american green’ by cbn. She’s an idiot about culture just like twit. CBN is a Christian program.
Bitched and moaned with putrid words to Maw correcting me while washing and drying dishes. Scaring her, she says. Paw said little about control. Parakeets went to sleep.
Tummy ache while blogging at nite. Tried cup of hot water from microwave and then went to bed at around 01:15AM.
20070719-Daily Thoughts
No mass.
Had Breakfast.
Undid old photos of Maw and Paw graduation.
Found Paw’s graduation pic.
Found my baby pic cut. (and later turd dark blue)
Had to mount Maw’s grad pic and my baby pic on another paper media.
Had to cut 8.5 by 11 paper to 10 by 8 photo size.
Went to kinkos and paid over $12.00 for mat and regular mistakes. Maw tipped the ‘prisoner’ girl of dark hair and eyes with tattoos on fingers $3.00.
Went to Michaels and bought frame and hook.
Couldn’t find the smaller 11 by 14 frame but blue-eyed, goatie, fruit wad from the frame department told us to go to coleman ave. instead.
Went to Kentucky fried chicken and bought 10piece, extra crispy bucket with two corns for $1.00.
Good thing Maw had rice cooked. Was famished as I ate with hands of two chicken legs.
Then went to coleman! Pretty new mini-mall!
Found 15 new t-shirts to give as new of 10 to go to balikbayan box. 5 is ours.
Then found that picture frame. Looked around.
Then started to do balikabayan boxes.
Had to go to Paw at the Filipino supermarket for a box
22x22x22 is considered $65.00 for a 20x20x20 box.
Paw helped me tape up bottom of box.
Maw and I did plastic bag, tying with white twine string, masking taping and labeling.
Paw unpacked turd donation and I had to tell him start folding after he done his more recent hacking.
Little screaming was said thank goodness.
Finished from 03:30 to 07:00PM while parakeets were outside.
Ate tinola chicken soup dinner, washed dishes (Maw dried), threw away trashes, then rushed to water Maw’s dried up plant in backyard (included in my CB) then flicked the bitch off while wearing my yellow rubber gloves, then clean parakeet tray and tucked them in for the night, wheeled the two trash can out front while Paw resisted but continued watering backyard plants and drying grass, then showered, browsed online, prayed rosary, watched tv and ate Miliano mint flavored cookies with milk Maw got two of my three remaining ones and that turd ate the rest of my dark chocolate cookies, fed her half a pan-de-coco break for sugar, Paw washed our dishes, then relaxed more and went upstairs to blog 11:30PM.
Oh yeah received phone call from Pete. Appreciate it.
Saw white colored and gray colored pigeons.
Why you deny us three times, Pete?
You sold us out with vile deceit.
No score and seven years, you cheat!
You made us wait by gnashing teeth.
Fed up nails pierced our hands and feet.
You crowned our minds with thorn-filled beat.
Our ‘ragging’ thought is your defeat.
We sold your soul to hell bound heat.
A poem testifying of eight lines with eight syllables in monorhyme.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Red Van:
A dirty red van almost hit us.
Lost behind a big rig? I guess!
Pulled out upon our progress
Stopped to our right before a mess
All three of us were under stress,
Followed us one-quarter mile, yes
Slow down to see license plate press
Shall I follow him to impress?
Hawaiian islands sticker plus
American flag sticker dress
His exit left, us right digress
Big Rig:
A big rig truck pulls out like bus
Near Chevron gas station profess
Slows us down in tight fisted cuss
Utility Truck:
Another right – a red cone puss
Behind left rear taillight by wus
PG&E blue truck transgress
Parked Vehicle:
Another rumbling engine plus
Around dinner times exit thus
Sounds like a Mustang nonetheless
Four more ‘neighborly’ occurrences today around 01:45PM to 01:55PM.
Author’s note: Our Mercedes-Benz E430 has that standard GPS system installed. That should tell them where we are located each time we use that particular vehicle.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
20070710-Daily Thoughts
Didn’t attend mass.
Woke to white washing looking skies at 10:00AM.
Bored as hell as blogging continues past 11:30AM.
Nothing in the news except more crap about Iraq.
Sent text message to [cellphone here] at 01:07PM.
Hi: How goes and where is my money, huh!!!???
Sent text message to [cellphone here] at 12:34PM.
Hi: Why did you not call in the morning as per our conversation yesterday and why have I not received my money yet, huh???!!!
Cable box not working during lunchtime.
Seemed to hiccup during Paw changing channel.
Worked with Paw to put up wedding frame, switch his her and diploma with her pining ceremony below her diploma.
Tried to call again at 05:00PM but the fat ass didn’t answer.
Pete is dead. He is nothing to me. Pete must die, his family, his relatives and the finders, starting with Landy K., Mark A. F. and Anthony L. And all n!&&#r$, reptoids and aliens. All the ants. Everything must go. For the sake of the world.
Didn’t eat dinner or dance with parents.
Ate popcorn at 05:00PM.
Ate very sweet tasting yellow squash, the one meat rib (looks good for jerky) then more water.
Did stretches while sitting on barcalounger chair, which hurt my back, butt and everywhere else.
Have to sit straight or recline instead for comfort.
Maw finished shirt but had to redo by cutting back with free hand while sitting on sofa and watching tv.
Watch pika chu cartoon, reno 911 and mind of mencia while waiting for Paw to finish his sports show tonight.
A final poem in response to a poem entitled ‘A Rushing Back’ by a ‘JB’.
I flushed you back to your watery ways.
Love is greater than whatever I paid.
I failed to continue. I was afraid.
Connection was compatible but a sad haze.
I could not express my truth. As I gaze
into the warmth of the sunshine, I prayed.
The event horizon has become my shade
against the darkness in the coming days.
Without your first contact of a fifth kind,
my thought of being alone has fled away.
I’d look up to the sky on any gray day
and found your reality in my mind.
My thoughts of you were never far behind.
Your pleasant dreams are where I will convey.
I won’t wake you up. I had to obey.
Our true love has been compliantly blind.
Two poems of Italian octaves with ten syllables.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
A Rushing Back
You came rushing back to me
in my dreams last night.
It’s been a while since I’ve
felt your touch —
heard your voice —
saw your smile.
You came rushing back to me
in my dreams last night.
I thought it was real.
I thought it was you —
holding onto me so tight.
You came rushing back to me
in my dreams last night.
Please don’t wake me!
I’m finally alive again
I need you– don’t go
you feel so real
you feel so right
oh baby it’s got to be true
cause in my dreams
I’m rushing back to you.
Please don’t wake me…
In my dreams I am alive again.
I feel your touch.
I hear your voice.
I taste your smile.
It’s seems so right.
It feels so real. It’s got to be true….
because…. in my dreams
I’m rushing back to you
A poem to Flynn from a ‘JB.’
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.