Still no help with my domane that was lost site of.
The following recorded recording in writing. The Dr. Happy Felix institute of reality vs unreality presents: Claire Puffy
Hitting the mic for about 2 or 3 minutes until the Sociate recording this recording “””sigh””” explained to ………hold on………really……..ok back. Claud Puffy. That the name? The microphone was on and please stop hitting the lamp in front of you to your right.
The following without further interruption.
Claire Puffy: Ok. Thanks. I felt something was wrong because every time I hit it \\\\\ a light came on……then another \\\\\\ and it went off. Lamp called a Touchy Lamp. That a GE, Westinghouse, Edison, Amazon or Temu invention? What can I say. I turn 104 tomorrow. Maybe. Sorry to leave you but the world is starting to run out of laughs. The cycle is terrible on young men, women, children, dogs, cats, amphibians,,,,,,,,birds,,,,,all life in general. When the laughter stopped during my life. Wars took away so many. Unnecessary. Lots of Death and tears and hate filled war because the world became angry and God said. ^^^You want anger? Enjoy your wars. Why do you not listen I keep saying “Peace be with you” my son said peace be with you and the more I say it the less you hear it^^^.
World today……………… 2024.
Yes!!!!! I know the year.
2024.
On April 25 I’ll be 105.
God yes I am willing. Idiots. My body put me into bed most of the time and everyone thinking…..poor thing going to die soon ……… anytime…………anytime soon now………………maybe …what time is it no. Ok lets start a new lottery. Where is the wonderful old lady we must make smile? For the camera. I’m going to fool them.
It is a 105 year old hug for all humanity.
So all of humanity being the people in this room to actually see me and making it a pleasure to smile. Especially because I have the winning time in my lottery for them. My grandson placed the ticket. I willed the money to my church. My Grandmother taught me this. There is a note under my pillow.
Well everyone is gone home and I was waiting for my Helicopter Dr. Happy Felix provided for me. So when the Doctor asked me after that medical pot, If I would do a recording. I said sure better late than never.
Nice old lady in a helicopter they may think. Nice old Lady that flew helicopters in combat. In the beginning a nurse in the end. Shot Gun Sally. Yes I had a Claire Puffy life. That is the name I picked. For reasons of copywrite and blah blah blah. My real name is J……..got ya huh. \\\
Claire Puffy life. No one I have ever know had a clear puffy life. Sometime clear, sometimes puffy, sometimes foggy, rain with plenty of thunderous storms. The natural disasters that followed the earth around like arthritis or stress. Like now 2024 April 23.
Bring back some of my time as a kid. Not for me. For you. I wish I could lavish some of those good times that were only in my life and my neighborhood. Of course without the racism. I was not aware what racism was until I became a teenager. That is when my Claire name comes in. It became clearer and clearer angrier and angrier and was worse than any bomb anyone could have dropped on one city. This bomb is cluster bombed all over the place. The best way to end a war. Start burying the bodies found on battlefields, homes, cities, children, and whatever
senseless humanity will bring us into the future.
Then after you bury them make >>> technological advances>>>>>> feed the hungry>>>>>>>>> and make homes for the poor.
Chatter.
Ah! The sex was fantastic. The pleasure of sex and the rewards of my children. The ones that are here and the ones that are there. 105, maybe. No secret. I said God,,,,,, after working until I was—— 90. I want a long retirement. God said OK.
And YES I knew it was a touch lamp. You idiots made my day.
Oh and Yes! The cake was good.
Session One
Chapter 105 and I’m Alive
Recorded by J. Nadeau Sociate in NC recording nothing close to why life is so wonderful. (((((When we live life in a world without racism))))). (These last few lines I snuck in for Taylor Swift). The recording reminded me of that song…oops here comes EChumly my baasss…goodby.
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