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| I'm writing this while the bombs are bursting in air all over the skies above us. The dogs are not happy at least I don't think they are. Just curled up and quiet. I've tried to give them some bread and butter. the bigger dog was nowhere to be seen, at least I couldn't find him and then when I got up I saw he was sitting curled up under my chair. He didn't get any bread and butter. The cats are probably ok but I think they're also a bit sad. My stepdad is in the living room listening to something on his celll phone. I think he's merely waiting for time to go to sleep. I can't go to sleep yet. Have been looking at things online. Some fashions and other tweets and some other things. I think that the weekend has not been too too bad but I have had a chance to tweet some things that I'm sure will make me regret them tomorrow. Tomorrow is Sunday. Bloody Sunday. I'm not sure what the bad thoughts have in store for me. Unless it's this fireworks that has been flourishing most of the last few minutes. I haven't appreciated how very profound their sounds and impact on my eardrums are until now. I feel as though I might be in some foxhole somewhere and or some other place where soldiers hunker down to escape their being bombed somewhere. I wonder what the ex-Army vets are thinking now? Does this fireworks display take them back to those days when they were going through the war? Haven't done anything much. Knitted a bit. Cooked a few frozen eggrolls. Made fried eggs. Ate them all. Had some vermouth on ice. Found the bottle in the fridge. It used to be in the cupboard under the pets' treat bar. My stepdad must have put the bottle in the fridge sometime in the last few days. I've never had vermouth in my life. It tastes ok. I can't really compare it to anything. I think it's something one adds to some other thing to make a martini. I've always wanted to have a martini. I'll have to find it to drink someday. I don't go to bars and have never been to a bar to drink on myown or with some friend. I go to the neighborhood (or went to) bar and grill restaurant called Applebees. I never sat at the bar. I think people are making stories up about me going off to the bars and meeting guys there. That's a damn lie. I remember one time I was taking a Bible study class and one of the people there boasted (he looked like he was boasting) that he met his wife at a bar. I felt rather disgusted with him. I am sure there are some marriages that are doing well having started at a bar but I doubt that very much. A relationship built on drinking isn't good. A man and a woman. Even two men. I don't know. Men are a strange species. Can't say I know very many. I know of some characters who are men from reading books, and those who wrote them had a good idea bout different types of men. Men who were noble. Those who were good, brave and so on. Those who could hold their liquor. That last one seemed to be a bit more admirable than the other ones in the other character's opinion. I suppose one had to look like they were still sober even though they were three fifths drunk - or a s drunk as a lord - and would be able to leave the room without falling over. I can't see why liquor is such a measurer of character. I remember there was a woman who was drunk at the party my stepparents held. She had to be helped out of the house and taken home in a cab. I don't really know if this happened or if it was merely a vision or fancy or some sort of programmed event that was put into my mind by these brainwashing idiots from MI5. Yes, I do believe I was a victim of MI5 skullduggery. Those people who work for the Queen and the monarchs before her. In order to create lies and stories and blame other people for what they've done some how. I know I'm speaking rather rashly but that's my opinion. Consider this blog post a fictional episode of Mary's life. |
| I woke up late and I intended to. I don't care for this weekend or any weekend where I will be made to feel sad by bad thoughts. I'd rather stay in my bed. The morning sun has no real appeal. I prefer rain and thunder. I don't care to be civil to anybody. I hate everyone. I don't want to do anything and I won't do anything that I'm asked to unless it's needed. I can cook or do something like that but I'm not writing nor doing anything else. I have been ghosted as soon as I got awake. That bad stepmother ghost of mine dared to make me change my position in bed and I hated her so much that I felt angry. I shifted again to what I had been in and she was mad. She is always around. I think that woman is really the worst bastard that ever got made by the first one who is now going around as Churchill in the thoughts and is inhabiting a great number of men who are from his country and the men in this USA who are of some political consequence. Even the marines and army men are in his employ. I can't trust people here who look a bit like him but even those who have dark hair or eyes aren't immune to his charms and his friendship. That bastard Churchill was someone in my thoughts who tried to con me and tell me he was God but he is no God. He is a 'friendly sort' who tries to get into your skin and makes you feel sorry for him. He claims he's a poor soul and needs to have food and shelter and wants you to do something for him. Then he feeds you lies and then he makes you want to do things like pull money out of your bank and make that money go to some other thing he is invested in. That bastard has spawned others who are like him, and makes them go out and con other people. He's both man and woman or I mean male and female as he was Lucifer. So that means women can be him too. He's made bastards who used to be big in history - Adolf Hitler, Queen Mary of Scots, and others down the line including Elizabeth I. Her descendant in the thrones have also been him. The whole history of royalty in England are of his ilk. These 'kings' are people who had enough manpower to pillage and oppress and steal from those people and countryside towns and make themselves their king or lord. England is historically bad and they keep going and going trying to 'clean up' their monarchy and make them look like they're so good now. That queen is not a good one at all. She's been ghosting me. Yes, little old me. For the reason that I'm one of those who knows what she's been like, what she's done to people and who she's done them with. |
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