Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: myThoughts

  • Happier than normal…

    While waiting for this morning’s mass to start at 8:00am, I had a thought when I saw the “banana nutter bread” lady came into the parish with her “ground meat” tray of VERY fragrant gardenia flowers of white. She would sit/sat where she could hand out her flowers to her victims, err, strangers, err, unsuspecting fellow parishioner women.

    She is insane but VERY happy and cluless, too. Some demons, err, women don’t appreciate this interruption, err, kindness from this sinful, err, but medicated lost soul. She went nuts when her daughter laid dying in her arms when the ex-white husband stabbed the dummy to death.

    Anyway, there is also a VERY happy and cluless lost soul, who works in Carl’s Jr. He is an able-bodied, black guy but retarded. He can wipe the tables with gusto, bring the trays of food to the waiting customers, offer ketchup and spoons, and give a warm smile and VERY loud greetings of: “How are you doing?”

    You see, normal people are more evil, unsmiling, unforgiving and VERY judgemental between the right and “wrong”. These normal people forgot that they were once children, helpless yet innocent, like the insane and retarded. I don’t know why “normal” people cannot get along with other “normal” people, who should learn to love, like the insane and retarded folks, who mean no harm.

    Posted from WordPress for Android

  • Foolish experiments…

    That’s what I think is happening on this planet. There are many species and lifeforms that there is not enough space or care to try preserving whatever experiment survives.

    This worldwide experiment is getting out of hand. If people truly are good, kind and compassionate and if humans truly are spiritual beings with souls encased in fleshy bodies, surely there wouldn’t be war, death, abuses, murders and killings.

    But I see now that people are hybrids of many kinds. This would explain why body artists and designers experiment with body pierces, plastic surgery, tattoos and other physical enhancements.

    From the lady who altered her face to look like a feline to a guy who put implants into his skull to mimic his reptilian persona, it is no wonder these people don’t have a clue: they are hybrids. And they are not handling their human forms well.

    If certain “gray” (or “grey”) aliens have truly mastered bio-engineering and yet they themselves incarnate into this hellish planet to observe how species interact, I’m sure they wouldn’t like the results.

    Yet life as we know it continues to exist with the MSM fooling us with nonsense that does nothing but deceive and lie about the truth: that we are not the only blue and green, ball planet in the universe.

  • Black pies-holed…

    Here are just more thoughts that need to be blogged.

    ~I’ve read how those related by blood-line are “applicants” who want to belong to a nation of tax-exempt freeloaders. They are flatly denied. And they continue to argue “reparation” or some sort of justice for their lands being taken away by invaders.

    ~I am guessing (or at least somewhat aware) that this latest one is a front or asset from the third and last set of alphabet letters. For example, he could be a “fellow brother” from several images and other hints I’ve picked up, as well as in the way his “username” was created and then deleted.

    ~Yes. I can tell that chaos is created, much like love and romance. Yuch! So I too would just sit back and enjoy the theater and watch the numb-skulls full of mush make fools of themselves by stealing, looting, killing, destroying, and doing other bad things that would make me want to bring out my big leather belt and whoop your behinds!

    ~As for the former of two sets of alphabet-lettered drone, I contacted that one and they covered an entity and pals belonging to a VERY powerful religious organization. It’s not like they are skedaddling for fun. Nay! They and those three letters took me for a ride, locked me down and never to be heard or seen from ever again.

    —

    Speaking of spooks, there were two black guys just roaming around in my neighborhood. The three of us were just returning from evening mass and turning left into my road when I had to stop for pedestrians of one Asian woman and a South Asian Indian couple and for motorist, one of which contained a black guy coming out of the right rear passenger window of this small sedan of white. He was signaling the other two black guys who were walking a toy poodle of white.

    In a few minutes, we got ready to go out and eat at Kim Tar. I had tried to start my engine and the two black guys were roaming around again. But I accidentally pressed the “Panic” button of red. I thought it wasn’t working! And it took me a while to deactivated the sucker!

    Oh, and the Mexicans from that cul-de-sac (block away) were having another party. They had a inflatable “castle” for the kids out front.

  • 20110827-Random Thoughts

    While waiting for this morning’s mass to begin, my mind wandered again. I saw a gutter, the normal ones with a curb and a sign saying: “DO NOT DUMP. GOES TO BAY”. And in this gutter was a pile of dried leaves, the kinds you’d find during fall when sycamore trees drop their leaves. And I see a street sweeper/me with a street broom. And with this street broom I am sweeping/pushing the piles of dried leaves to be hauled away by the city’s trucks. And in its place of dried leaves were piles of dirty money. I saw myself burning this pile of money because I couldn’t figure out what do to do with the swept up pile.

    While walking around the Great Mall this late morning, I was joking to Maw and Paw about how Filipinos used to sleep comfortably on the dirt/ground and/or “banig” (a Filipino mat), similar to an ” ‘ie toga“, a type of fine woven Samoan mat, the highest value in Samoan culture. Nowadays, it’s called a “sleeping bag” for the campers, who would term the experience of sleeping in the outdoors as “roughing it”.

  • Diffusing anger…

    Why should I use my intent to diffuse Earth’s anger? Since they won’t impeach him and get rid of those war-mongers, why not send God’s wrath upon the whole place, too? After all, it’s time to “clean house”. And the way things are going, I’m not letting up either. “They deserve it.”

  • 20110825-Random Thoughts

    At 14:48pm, I had a thought while the three of us we’re walking around the Great Mall full of beautiful shoppers.

    The following script should have read: “Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness”, without causing misery.

    Posted from WordPress for Android

  • Endearing terms…

    “Thank you, honey!” ~Maw to Paw after I told her to thank him for place a box of one dozen donuts on the dining table.

    “Thank you, dear!” ~Maw to moi after I poured hot water for her tea cup of coffee.

    —

    That was this morning’s lessons to these elderly couple.

    —

    “Call me, dear. Call Paw, honey.”

    Honey is a sweet spit of an insect.

    Dear is a sweet smell of a deer.

    Posted from WordPress for Android

  • Skins alive…

    Yes, tattoos do contain energy that binds entities with other entities. Put a dragon tattoo, you get reptilian energy. Put straight markings, you get hard energy. Put curve markings, you get confusion energy. Put colorful ink, you get fruity energy. Put any marking symbolizes fixation and something that can NOT be easily removed. Scars stay, of course. But healing happens.

    I just read a brief article on Megan Fox getting her “Beta programming” tattoo removed. That’s a good move. Perhaps, other celebrities might want to re/consider getting/removing their tats for good measure. After all, wrinkly elder skin (we are all going to get old_ and faded tattoos don’t look as artistic on more youthful skin.

  • New clear…

    I had watched a YouTube video in which a Finnish guy explained his theory of why the Fukishima plants exploded from HAARP pushing down the ionized air above the reactors and thus creating an iron nail that pounded into the rocks which contain quartz crystals that resonated and vibrated until the tremors turned into earthquakes and then the tsunami. Then my thoughts came through as I went to the toilet to urinate:

    • God is water — Father/Mother, Son/Daughter and Holy Spirit/Sylphs: Where steam rises into the skies as Spirit, rain comes down to the grounds like Sunlight and ice freezes over like Heaven on Earth-arctica.

    Perhaps, “God” as water is the best reactor for fueling the world. After all cancer patients cannot be cured with radiation, a sickness that kills LIFE. Which leaves us with hydrocarbon oil and pals from Hell, the pollutors of the world.

    Recommendation: Stop oil and nuclear power and try water technology. Hmm.

  • Why is common sense so uncommon?

    Because everyone is different.

  • Bearing old timers…

    Dealing with parents who have dementia is a daunting task. I just quickly looked up information online and found that taking care of patients with dementia is a full time job. I don’t know how family members can be dedicated to the care of people who have lost their minds. It’s a lot of work. I’m already feeling how I won’t have a life if I continue to stay here and be cross-trained to do something that nursing homes can pick up. Seriously, folks. How long are humans supposed to live???

  • Embrace your reality…

    While saying the rosary early prior to the 3:00pm interview of Obama by Wolf Blitzer, I saw something disturbing: Nature. Nature showed itself again as a life and death struggle to survive. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like to see an aggressive wasp hurting a helpless spider, which I believe was still alive. I could have saved it but the old farts wanted me to “pray” to an “invisible god”. They are controlling my anger and I will have my vengeance against nature.

    Anyway, the wasp landed on the outside of the screen door leading to the backyard. I flicked it off really hard with my right middle finger, thinking that it was a nasty mosquito trying to get indoors. I feared it my get the parakeets too. The creature fell on the cement but it quickly flew up on the leg of the make-shift door of a table created the elderly couple.

    I blew on it once and saw that the spider was still moving its legs or so I imagined some sort of movement. The wasp was hurrying up the leg while bringing up its food. It found the inside corner of the table and it paused: I’m assuming that it was feeding on an already dead or slowly dying brown spider.

    I wanted to disturb nature again and thought of poking it with a stick but couldn’t locate one right away. So I though of the parakeet’s lining to the carpeting and rolled up a newspaper. Swatting at the offending sight met with little to no no success. I resigned my fate to nature as the spider lost its life to the wasp.