POP THE WEASEL! LOL!
God does work and communicate with man, in mysterious and sometimes comical ways . . . this morning, I was in getting breakfast, and thanks to the person, who dropped off the cute cups, we generally, have paper, or nothing at all, so thank you, and for the great dinner last night!, but, I stuck a piece of toast in the toaster, and took my cereal and orange, over to the table, while the toast cooked. Jennifer was over, near the food, and all the sudden, the toast, popped out of the toaster, and went so high in the air, Jennifer said, that it almost jumped over the sheet rock, that, goes to where the old kitchen was, but, stayed on this side and landed on the floor, behind the table. I quizzed her and said, was that my toast? LOL? She said, yeah, and then told me, about the very active toast, that almost did gymnastics, getting behind the false wall! LOL! I thought, now that is strange, I have been here for over two weeks and have made toast, every day, and that activity has never happened? Is God, through, a sign, trying to tell me something . . . I do that when, there are out of the ordinary things happening that can't be explained, nor have never happened, before.
The thought came to mind, Pop is toast! Possibly, God was giving me some comfort, that the fraud alert, I had the Social Security Office put on the Wally's World Card worked! You see, my father, the very Mormon, Republican patriarch and very much involved in destroying, my Mobile Deposit, so he can kill me without being noticed, and have his controllable Republican daughter be me, that sign just appeared on the bus, that just went by the Bilings Clinic, followed by, lol, a sheriff's SUV, lol, with Kennedy, or the cop pretending to be a Kennedy, whom Rachel is with, has a vested interest in Rachel, and keeping me down, as does my father, because, they will all go to prison for this little charade and scam, or rather, fucking huge ass scam, stealing millions if not billions, and the sure as hell, want to control me, so I don't do what I did last time, leaving Missoula, and going to Butte, then onto Billings, leaving at 1:10 A.M., without surveillance telling them, surprising, the locals, staying, where I have only briefly visited, passing on to Denver, then to Durango, where Kennedy had asked me to meet him, being poisoned the day, I got a bus pass to go to Durango, leaving me, almost dead, and ditching the trip to Durango, for two and a half weeks, going to Kalispell to die, because, I had no official, I.D. on me, showing up in Durango, late, and never hooking up with Kennedy, who, most likely had a relationship with Rachel, or was bought off, as all potential good suitors are, enticed away by the distractions, and boobs, the hair--long, certainly not the brain, of this tall blonde, pretending to be me! Not a good chance of pulling that one off, except in the minds of cops, with most having merely a high school diploma . . . The truth shall make you free! LOL!
If you want to know the words of God, and hear them, look for this type of symbolism--God and I, got it goin' on! And I enjoy every minute of it! LOL! Just now, sitting here at the Billings Clinic cafe or coffee shop, there was a couple, who looked like they could be, doubles for Rachel and Kennedy, the copy, my Kennedy, is not Mr. GQ, like this guy, but, a wild ass, handsome, stud goof off! Much more colorful, like me! LOL! I doubt, he would cut, his hair, even for Rachel's boobs, but, this guy, looked more like the Kennedy double, who showed up, at the same time, the wild mountain man, my type guy, showed up, at the California Bridge, in about October, this fall, with the GQ Kennedy type, showing up at the swimming pool, hot tub, later that day, or a few days after--hit man to protect his baby, Rachel?, all is entered into evidence in this blog, back then, but, so this couple, were sitting together, he was looking very Mo, dressed in a white shirt and tie, she was in a black dress suit, having coffee or something together, and this bouncy, blonde with glasses on, and shoulder length wavy hair, and a bit fatter than the silent blonde, sitting near Mr. GQ, short hair, salt and pepper, talked to the vivacious clinic worker, very symbolic and indicative of the difference between me and Rachel, and maybe suggesting that there is only one Kennedy and he has been cleaned up and Mormonized by Rachel, now living in matrimonial bliss! LOL! Young hearts stay free! He actually seemed to connect better with the worker, rather than the quiet, wife or girlfriend . . check surveillance cameras, one, attached to the third floor, almost to the ceiling, overlooking the cafe' where, both the couple and me, were, me are, sitting . . . they have left, I am still here! This probably all took place between, roughly 10:00 A.M., or a bit earlier, and what is now, 10:14 A.M. The EVIDENCE QUEEN, is the one typing with an orange peel, on my red journal, with my day planner on it, and an orange Tropicana, filled, bottle, having water, not orange juice in it. I am wearing my traditional black attire, with a bit of teal, around the hoodie and ties. Smile . . . yep, that is me!
James, The Big Bold Shirt . . . The Wild, Colorful, Shirt, With a Hundred Brands of Guitars on It! That's So Him! LOL!
I saw a guy working at the wonderfully cool, Billings Public Library, who was wearing this wild colorful, shirt with all different kinds of guitars on it, and I had to laugh, thinking, now, that is something, my Kennedy would wear, but he would have his big ass earphones over his head, listening to music and ignoring me--for the most part, or receiving secret messages, from other government assassins . . . Mr. GQ, not! LOL! My guy, got up and danced to I should have been a cowboy or I'd love you like a cowboy! LOL! And he did it, in front of a whole room full of people, while he sang and performed for us! LOL! Image forever etched in my mind! LOL! Mr. GQ, corn cob up his ass, would never do this. James, was always, modeling his newly found, ski clothes, or boots, he just happened to discover, that fit him, like the latest and greatest ski fashion, on his very good body! Or he would ask me where to put the fabric softener in the washing machine, and I would tell him, I didn't know, the last time I did laundry, was like, before I left Utah, having purchased a new, set of Maytag washers and dryers, I think, I used once! LOL! I wear my black yoga pants, black shirt, black bra, and change me underwear quarterly, lol, and throw them all away, when I can't stand them any more! LOL . . . that would gross, Mr. GQ out, but Kennedy was as rough looking and dirty as I was or worse, when he hit the Butte Rescue Mission! LOL! Just thinking about him, makes me laugh, he came in and told me how dirty the water was, from washing his clothes! LOL! James found an old donated blanket from the 70's, and I don't think it had been washed since them, and he cleaned it, and was so proud of how clean he got it . . . Mr. Hyperactive! LOL! All I can do is smile and laugh! We certainly were not like the couple sitting over at the table, nor are we, like Rachel and Mr. Mo GQ, and if James has changed, waaaaaaaaaa!
I love the wild boys! She can have him, if he is reformed! But, I still, need my money! LOL! Kiss, I miss! This is not at all what, I planned on writing about! I am easily distracted, especially, by, brutally handsome men! Not this guy, but thinking about, Jame Kennedy, asleep at the Butte Bus Station--MMM! LOL! What was my subject for today? Let's see . . . the song on, is, Your cold as ice to me, and your willing to sacrifice our love, one day you'll pay the price, you'll see . . . your cold as ice to me. I WAS NOT . . . I KIND OF LIKE TO KNOW MY MEN, BEFORE I JUMP IN THE SACK WITH THEM, IF I EVEN DO THAT? You did try, much harder than I did, but, I wanted to know your purposes, and intentions, when the last three men, I have been with, tried to totally destroy me, excuse me, if I don't just rush right into something again! Now, I know, I am not dying, at least of natural causes, like I thought when I married the others, and I wanted you for more than a one night fling! a notch on your belt, or a lipstick strike on my mirror, if I had one! Kinda like getting old together, but, I am not quit ready to settle down, and you don't strike me, as ready either! Sorry personal stuff, someone will tell James Kennedy, I wrote about him! LOL! I still love you . . .
I don't feel like writing anymore . . . but I will leave you with a scripture to inspire, inform, and intrigue you, hopefully,
Matthew 28:18, 19
And Jesus came and spoke to them, saying, "All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth." "Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost."
P.S., just a reminder, that I am NOT, a trained minister, just a hack, trying to do what, I feel, God wants me to do, and so, if you want to become a believer, a Christian, and need to be baptized, and make sure, that you are, baptized, like the scriptures say, to fulfill all righteousness, go to a local church, and they can take care of you! Have a wonderful weekend, my mind, is being taken in other directions! I hate myself for loving you . . . James! Smile, not really. Those are the lyrics of a song that came to me! I'm a bit buzzed, nice way to start a very frustrating weekend! LOL!
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