Good morning to another cold and cloudy morning. I awoke at 07:30AM and opened all the upstairs windows to allow the fresh air to circulate inside the house after removing my ozone generator since this Thursday because of the possible health risk from prolonged exposure to ozone. I do not know if this is true and find breathing fresh air from outside better.

From around 03:15AM to 03:30AM, there were several police cars speeding approximately 40MPH westbound in a rhytmic beat over a indented manhole located in the middle of the intersection. There were two vehicles speeding in between two police cars. There were approximately one dozen patrol cars speeding down this stretch of road.

I lost my ’20060620-Rhazzy Cat’ poem because I wanted to email Edge my masterpiece. I saw several more pictures of his fluffy cat and am disgusted at myself for saving the bad copy to my archive. I will attempt to re-create my poem but the original is lost forever. Waaa!

I smell ‘Kali-Maw’s fried rice cooking from downstairs and the distinct smell of garlic has been working its way upstairs for a few minutes now. I should have taken my quick shower but had to spend thirty minutes online reading articles and verifying my credit card payments. I am down to a few hundred dollars as emergency money. I have been been sustained with these little blessings.

This, my friends, is my fate. But the more noticeable image of my alien currently etched on my forehead tells me better days have always been here and now. I have what looks like two bruises as its almond shaped eyes, which are similar on some Japanese portraits of women with two dots on their foreheads. One of the three photographs taken on May 24, 2006 during the company meeting on the fourth floor of the parking garage showed these eyes.

I’ve been running my hands over my forehead these past few weeks after experiencing severe head and ear pressures since August 1, 2006 from the psyops gang surveillance. My forehead used to feel quite smooth and round. Now I feel a very noticeable vertical ridge starting half way down the middle from the hairline. My raised bump is approximately 1.5 inches wide from left to right.

P.S. If anyone has a copy of my poem entitled ’20060606-Rhazzy Cat’, I would like to send one to this warrior. Blah!

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

We ate our breakfast and left to go out. First we dropped off a couple of ‘Kali-Maw’s kitchen knives at the store but couldn’t wait because the guy won’t be in until this afternoon to sharpen these cutlery. We then went to the mall to walk around for another one hour.

I got lost on our way to the office supply store and I decided to visit the local church fair. It was small with about two dozen booths. At least we got to spend 20.00US notes on food: two combo plates ($5.00 each); two hot dogs for ‘Kali-Maw’ ($1.50 each); one bag of chips ($0.50); two ice creams ($2.00 for sundae and $1.50 for cone); and three bottled water ($1.00 each).

The entertainment sucked big time. Two guitarists played my favorite songs from the flower peace era. Then the next group included a bunch of uncoordinated kids. The last set did a horrible job on the hip-hop dance. The older professional band did jazz and we left because the sound system was too loud for us, especially ‘Kali-Maw’.

I suppose we could go out again so I could get my much needed mouse pad with gel wrist support, which I recently use at work. This version reduced both the bump and pressure on my right ‘heel’ section of my hand.

The current time is 02:08PM and there are no further police activities. I forgot to mention the police vehicles left the sides of the rode at around 01:44AM, which was about ten minutes after I got off my computer at home. I do not understand why they are trying to prove their presence to me in particular.

P.S.
I forgot to mention the local church fair had lots of weird looking people, who were white men. One was the sound manager of the local church fair. He did a good job with coordinating the jazz band’s sound and making the speakers hurt our ears. His left eye was more prominent and the whole face, especially the right side seemed messed up and burned red.

The second guy was also weird looking. He stood behind me to my right and asked if I was Alice; while I was waiting for my sundae and cone at one of the ‘Ice Cream’ booth. I looked at him briefly; told him bluntly, ‘No’ and returned my gaze to the booth. His right eye was more prominent. His face was also reddened; doughy and too big and long for his height, which is slightly shorter than me.

The third guy with gray hair, light blue, island shirt and light blue jeans acted confused. He was the second of the two weirdo’s who stood behind me to my right. After I already had both ice creams in my hands, he told me he had no money to buy ice cream. I too was confused as I took out my wallet and put it on the counter, for whatever reason; while deciding whether I could either pay cash instead of the food ticket or hand him ‘Kali-Maw’s ice cream cone. But I told him I could buy one for him later. He said, ‘It’s okay.’

I went back to the table where my parents were sitting and told them about both guys. ‘Kali-Maw’ got mad and said I had nothing to do with those people. ’Shiva-Paw’ laughed as usual. The second confused one stood in front of the booth and ate his ice cream for a few minutes and went to the ‘Dessert’ booth located immediately to the left of the ‘Ice Cream’ booth. He got another free food from the fair.

As I mentioned before, these entities are loosing their human guises. And for whatever reason I am prime bait with my ‘ask and shall be given’ aura. I didn’t freak out but wanted to give that confused guy ‘Kali-Maw’s ice cream cone. I want to know what the ‘pluck’ is going on and why these people keep coming to me for help!

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

The current time is 12:55AM and I had a great dump after the exciting activities of our local police from 12:00AM to 12:36AM. Some nearby police cars are still parked along this stretch of road. I hope noone is hurt because it’s not nice to ruin a weekend for the rest of us hard workers.

I believe ingesting the almighty milk added each time to my two to three cups of coffee today at work helped to eliminate the foodstuff, which was bow-shaped pasta drowned in marinara sauce, deep fried eggplant, parmesan sprinkled salad and one cheesy garlic bread.

My flare-ups have continued more recently throughout the month of September 2006. I could only assume that my bad diet of eating too much, lack of exercise or being probed by those out worldly beings contribute to the painful episodes.

I cannot sit long at my desk and constantly have to get up even if it means to print my emails one at a time. This allows for much needed exercise, which I do get more recently by walking 15 minutes outdoors in the much cooler weather.

The clouds were lightly wispy around 0300PM and I did get a chance to breath the fresh air before rainy season. I no longer go home for lunch and save gasoline this way. This is mostly due to the new boss and timekeeper of all sorts. I am annoyed at the new transition but will have to adapt if I want to keep my stupid job.

Today, I have paid down more of my credit card debt by selling my stock options and whatever else remains from my bi-monthly paycheck. I am surprised I have this much patience after being tested to the limit by both out worldly beings and those ‘Morons’ I keep mentioning.

But the bottom line is that we are responsible for our own crap. Those that wish to participate in each other’s crap create larger piles of crap. This is the price of freedom. We are free to do whatever we want and are loved nonetheless and no matter how smelly the crap may be to some people.

My crap happens to smell very bad and that is because I choose to eat smelly food. But does this make me a bad person? I do not know and always thought I am not ‘cold-blooded’ as two co-workers (‘Jerk Turdannatto’ and ‘Fancy Soul’) have called me. They need to smell their own crap before name calling me.

Anyways, I do hear the copter making noise somewhere in the distant background. I do not understand why these noisy activities should occur. I wonder how many other incidences go unreported. I wonder how many innocent voices go unheard. I wonder how many prayers have gone unanswered. I wonder if we all should stop eating and crapping once and for all.

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.