Ramping Up

So, it’s now Saturday morning, approaching 1 AM and I feel compelled to write but what I don’t know, Kiddo. How are you  doing, Sweetheart? Yes, Kiddo, how are you doing? Right now you might be sound asleep. I’ll try to keep it down. 

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There we go. Since I’ve been feeling like myself I felt like building something, so I’m building a bird feeder, economically. I’ve been doing a little bit each night at work when I have breaks, and I think it will be complete by next weekend. All the pieces that make it will be made out of scrap, but it will last a lifetime. I still have Mowzer’s tower to finish, too. I need 1 sheet of 23/32″ thick, 48″×96″ plywood cut into 8 pieces of 11″×48″. I’m told that Home Depot will cut plywood for their customers, but I don’t know how they would feel about making 8 cuts from 1 sheet of plywood, I mean is there a limit to how many cuts they can make per customer, Kiddo? Maybe we’ll take a ride and find out this weekend, maybe I can finish something in my life. “Almost”

Am I bitter? No, not really, I’m more exhausted, from being disgusted. All the work that it took for me to become disgusted was exhausting as well. I guess that I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. I also guess that it could be worse, too.


I guess that I’m really just tired of waiting. I know that we are going through some changes now, and they should be obviously convincing, so to speak, but it’s been so long my situation, Kiddo. She’s been telling me “Almost” more than ever before. She’s told me “Almost” about a dozen times in the past hour or so. When we were at work last night I agreed to her telling the kids the jist of what to expect one night. We had several opportunities to say something but each were thwarted by the others. On the funny side, if there is a funny side, I could imagine the chaos this will be if the kids have no prior knowledge to this. I’m told that it won’t be bad, and that’s good. She sees something but she cannot tell me. “It’s good” she said. 

I wrote that we are going through some changes now, and one of those changes is what she wanted to tell the kids to be aware of. She’s breaking out of me. She is talking aloud. For the past week she has been loud enough to be heard by anyone walking by within 10 feet. What was going to be told to the kids was that I would be communicating with the dead. Would I be lying, Kiddo? Daddio can be quite clever at times oh yes he can he can. Just having some fun, Sweetheart. But that is what I would tell the kids. Anywho, someone is a little sleepyhead so I am going to stop writing until after I wake up. I hope you’re having pleasant dreams, Kiddo. xo xo 



Good morning, Funshine, wakey wakey. We just got back from Cumby’s with another caffeine fix for my Soulie. Last week one of the girls from work made me an iced coffee, and the rest is history. The other morning we were in Cumby’s and I noticed a woman who had placed an iced coffee precariously on a counter. Just as I imagined that large iced coffee spilling onto the floor guess what happened? What a mess. I turned around and left. We went to Dollar Tree while the EPA contained the spill only to become more disgusted with a cashier’s attitude that morning. Typical Homo sapien she was. After purchasing our items we went back to Cumby’s and got her caffeine. I will say though, Cumby’s iced coffee is good. But the iced coffee that the girl from work made was a little bit better, for the record. 


Not actually but having the appearance of.


A girl or woman in relation to her parents.

The scientific definition for “daughter” is an adjective;

Originating through division or replication.

With a little curiosity I found something called “daughter cells”;

daughter cell

Daughter cells are genetically identical to the parent cell because they contain the same number and type chromosomes. The chromosomes are distributed entire, half to one daughter cell, half to the other.


Chromosomes are thread-like molecules that carry hereditary information for everything from height to eye color. They are made of protein and one molecule of DNA, which contains an organism’s genetic instructions, passed down from parents. In humans, animals, and plants, most chromosomes are arranged in pairs within the nucleus of a cell. Humans have 22 of these chromosome pairs, called autosomes. Humans have an additional pair of sex chromosomes for a total of 46 chromosomes. The sex chromosomes are referred to as X and Y, and their combination determines a person’s sex. Human females have two XX chromosomes while males possess an XY pairing. This XY sex-determination system is found in most mammals as well as some reptiles and plants.

What I was curious about is why are daughter cells called daughter cells and not anything else, Kiddo. So I did some simple research;

So naturally organisms/cells capable of producing offspring are also given a feminine trait. The parent cell is often called the mother cell, and the daughter cells are so named because they eventually become mother cell themselves.

Quite interesting. 

It is now Sunday afternoon. I hope that you are enjoying this nice day, Kiddo. The weather here is optimal at 66° at 12:39 PM. I’m uploading some photos that I took last night at a 24 hour laundromat, I’ll be right back, Sweetheart. 
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Okay I’m back, Kiddo, here are two of the photos from last night;
I was going to take more photos but they would only be more of the same, unlike this photo, which shows the destructive power of Mowzer’s claws;
I cleaned his tower last weekend, and now I need to clean it again. He’s such a bad, bad mow-mow cat, Kiddo, and he knows it too. Here for example, he figured out what I was doing with the camera, so he tried to hide what he did from me;
I needed to step to the left of him to take that photo. He sat there waving his tail back and forth, blocking every shot like some heinous surface creature, Kiddo. I swear it took the power of God for me to get that one shot Kiddo I do. Someone’s laughing, and why not, it’s “Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!!” Ever see that commercial for Monster Truck Sunday, Kiddo? 
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I have been rehearsing ideas back and forth about what to do, regarding everything. I myself came up with one idea and so far it seems to be a “go”, so far. The idea is that we let this dimension go to Hell and transfer ourselves and some others into a new dimension, Kiddo, where this planet is abandoned. The only Humans that will exist will be the ones that we chose(1,189). How can we do this? It’s very easy, Kiddo.
I have talked about “writing equations” but I never fully explained just what that means. 


 The process of producing and recording symbols in a form that can be read later.


An expression or a proposition, often algebraic, asserting the equality of two quantities.

Algebraic?? Definition please.

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Restricted to a finite number of operations involving algebra.


The part of mathematics in which letters and other symbols are used to represent numbers and quantities in equations that perform a specific task.

Let’s say that my Soulmate and I decide to let this dimension go and start over again. 

One way that this can be done is by having those who we want with us at and in a particular place, like a house or building. With everyone together, I begin to think an equation. As I begin to think that equation I slip into another dimension, in other words, I become invisible. My Soulmate will act as a tether for me, so I can be in two dimensions at once. When I come back I’ll be dragging that other dimension along with me, and if I’m in that dimension then you’ll be too, Kiddo. And so will everyone who’s in that building. We would step outside to find not a single person anywhere, but traces of people will still be here, like houses, etc. 



Being the only people on Earth everything becomes ours, “ours” meaning the people that are left, technically everything already belongs to my Soulmate, you and I, Kiddo, we simply like to share. Once we’re situated in this new dimension we’ll start bringing some humans back. The souls you see in my photos will still be here because they are in another neighboring dimension, I can bring them back into this dimension and give them a human body. This will be a lengthy process, but worth the while. 
It’s just an idea, Kiddo. But it doesn’t mean that it couldn’t happen, Sweetheart.
By the way, when I write an equation I am writing a perpetual process that will forever achieve a specific sum. 
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Well, Kiddo, it’s time for me to end this post and get some sleep. I don’t know exactly what I was trying to say, but I do feel a little better. “Almost” she said. “I don’t give a fuck” I said. Yes, Sweetheart, Daddio’s tired. 
Anywho, you can chalk this post up as banter, even though there are a ton of clues inside.
Have a stellar day, Kiddo, be safe, be mindful, and know that we miss you very much.
Love always, Daddio
xo xo
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