John 3:16 | Thanks Be to God.

Floral Backlog

My apologies for yesterday’s disconnection. I slept for like 24 hours straight, except for about 20 minutes where I went to the Chinese bakery for a fish bahn, 2 chicken bahn, and 2 jelly rolls. 

On Easter Sunday, I had intended Todaisy shortly after church. Instead, I got distracted shepherding wayward shopping carts, texting observational humor to the owner of 909-818-4164 (even though they previously threatened to kill me/frame me as a pedophile), and talking to ThE VoIcEs in my head.

Today, ThE VoIcEs told me not to leave the Five Boros. This may be because: although I’ve had ~17 encounters with NYPD since Tuesday, March 14, 2023, each ending with a ride in the amberlamp (but only in cuffs AFTER I got inside the psych ward,) both recent encounters I’ve had with Nassau PD ended with a night in the klink.

Now, normally I’m not quite so schizo-affective. HOWEVER, this morning, the owner of 909-818-4164 actually responded! That tells me things are happening. G-d at work, behind the scenes. So, Sundaisy, Mondaisy, and Todaisy/Tuesdaisy can be found wedged in the signpost demarcating where the United States of America stops/the Fascist Regime of Precision Spying Plus Psychic Waterboarding begins. Where Deep Queens transitions into the Deep State.

Jesus loves you, anonymous reader, and I dreamt that I asked you what time of day you were born? ♥️