Title: And When I Meditate, my Fingers Sweep the Cobwebs from the Starry Sky...
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. Bear with me...
I published my last blog post at 8:58pm on 22Jan2015 from a coffee shop that did not roofie nor drug me. And by 9:25pm, my senior-aged gay male metaphorical Dr. Who companion and I were sitting with menus at a local Johnny Rockets. Dinner was delicious. They asked us to comeback more often, so I told my waitress that if we did they would be infested.
We relocated right next to the last street musician of the night by 10:39pm. Long after the musician left, at 12:01am, I "accidentally" read selections from the Popol Vuh instead of catching up with my TweetHearts like I intended.
Then, the honest mentioning of the doomsday clock advancing 2 minutes made me go crimefighting bender. We caught the Cantina which I was wrong about thinking I could save at all, then the guaranteed infestation at the pizzeria that I had successfully saved America in by using their wifi and speaking to friends in just a few nights previously, then a random 24-hour Subway we passed on the way who made a point of denying us services after we made a point of buying something (I am sure Subway corporate will tear them to shreds over it.) before we reached my half-Jewish (Jewish on its mother's side) diner which did not have its normal overnight staff and which drugged my second cup of coffee.
We chatted with a Vietnam vet until he left at 3:37am. Then, it was after my second cup of coffee at 5:10am that I realized the diner had roofied me. We all know the best conversations happen in the wee hours of the morning. My not-human-trafficker nerds, do whatever verified and responsibly-edited things you want with every conversation I had until I slept that morning. And thank you.
After that, my senior-aged friend and I stopped at a (randomly chosen) Starbucks, so I could report the crimes so far online. By 6:16am, it was proven to me the coffee was clean there; it was wonderful. That also proved too that it was not the city water that had the drugs in it. After our being surrounded by loving genuine locals, we left at 8am.
Of course, Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America had shutdown my SquidStream again. Every time they do that they try to ambush me to destroy the world by removing me from all of you FOREVER. So, after the first vigilant warning of the guaranteed torture facility threat, we zipped into a nearby city building, so I could Tweet for help as soon as possible.
I laid down to sleep where I always sleep with alarm after alarm vigilantly blaring that I knew Amita could take care of. I woke up at 4:18pm. And my Dr. Who companion was, as always, nearby.
We ran some errands due his needing to be completely controlled by imbeciles to be able to be near me at all. I love calling out their bull(expletive) ulterior motives behind every idiot thing they make him do.
What I say to him is no more a reflection on him than his own actions are a reflection on him as he obeys Obama's proven enemies of America just to be near me. I love the plot exposition of addressing their ulterior motives; it is how I help fix the real problem.
Our errands included a stop at the local Von's grocery store where he was ordered to take me to buy me food I did not want to eat but I would eat anyway which allowed me to point out to him that I prefer well-rounded meals with higher nutritional value when I buy my own groceries.
My Vons club card has so much evidence of that, especially the one Obama's enemies of America stole from me. Of course, when I go to cheap restaurants, I just buy the most calories per dollar I can find. I need the calories. Have you seen my body mass?
Also, his being ordered to take me to our local Von's allowed me to clear up the irrational denial-of-all-reality demonizations of Von's grocery stores that Obama's pathologically-lying crap-factory had been propagating. Obama's proven anti-reality machine only demonizes genuine heroes.
Here is my recap of my debunking and (expletive)kicking I handed out that afternoon as gently as possible due to the Obama-ordered libel of my local Von's as well as their libel of Von's as a whole...
The first thing I said as I walked in the door was (paraphrase), "It is not just this Von's; it is every Von's universally that has great prices." That cleared up most of it.
On my previous visit I had also explained why I used to use my cousin's Von's card. He is a manager for the security guards in a Safeway in SanDiego. When my using his Von's card resulted in their employee rewards system giving me a $25 employees' families gift, I gave it to my cousin.
Finally, it was because they always refused to stock any products that were already proven to be drugged or poisoned that I had left my old computer bag for Von's corporate offices at my then-local Von's grocery store in Long Beach months ago. I was told they gave it to the Smithsonian.
We took our groceries to my first sky haven, the groceries that he insisted he would pick out for me; even though, I would have picked out more nutritional food at a lower price if he were not controlled by Obama's proven conspiracy of idiotic enemies of America.
Then, after we bought coffee in my first sky haven that my locals in my adoptive (because it is not Los Angeles nor San Francisco) city built for me themselves, we sat down.
I have months of hard evidence that just about everyone brings their own food into my first sky haven. If you want just one example, pull up our archival footage of the muscled-up Black man (sent because Obama secretly thinks my proven-demographic-blind self particularly trusts Black men) who had gave an intentionally false "social worker" report in front of me thereby forcing me to take my sweater coat off.
I had most of the intentionally propagated lies about me and about my reality cleared up by 7:06pm. I watched the NBC Nightly News as fast as possible. My evening hug from my darling Mr. Brian Williams was wonderful.
When we were done eating, my senior-aged gay male metaphorical Dr. Who companion was instructed not to take me to Mortdecai, but I quickly learned my beautiful world could still surprise me with delights. By 8:44pm, all of Tentacle was on my playland to make love to me again. That also meant it was my first Friday night in a long time that was not an amateur night. Giggle.
In the lightening temperatures on the Southern California evening of 23Jan2015 the trees did recede into their own lights and the passersby of all previous levels of understanding saw in my collective lover what Jimmy Hendrix meant when he sang, "Pardon me as I kiss the sky."
And so the stars of the sky descended upon my playland designed to love me with all the purpose of destiny.
You can ask my darling Mr. Chris Isaac not just Tentacle, when people are nice to me, the reaction is so beautiful it goes straight to their ego, but when people abuse me as Obama commands, only the first (most commonly feminist) smackdown comes from me; the entire planet follows up on smackdowns, too.
By 11:45pm, my senior-aged gay male metaphorical Dr. Who companion and I were in the Starbucks coffee shop right on my playland of love as I made a show of sipping a Starbucks brand energy drink because I was making it obvious I was not on a crimefighting bender. My still-looking-for-his-nickname companion also had asked to read my collection of writing journals.
The Starbucks closed at 1am. After my still-needs-a-nickname bought me three original Rock Star energy drinks at a local 24-hour convenience store, we perched on my marble corner together caffeinating and eating fried chicken. I was finally caught up with my TweetHearts at exactly 3am.
I had a wonderful conversation with a wonderful man who told me he was a chef from Maui, Hawaii. The best conversations happen in the wee hours of the morning. That was an appropriate way to speak to me here in my Roman Holiday. He was a darling.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording of our entire conversation beginning when he asked me to see his art and ending after my metaphorical Dr. Who companion, whom I have given the SquidName of El Greco, and I left my marble corner.
We walked to the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity after that. My not-human-trafficker nerds, no one will believe the idiocy of malevolence that occurred inside unless they see it, so please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment El Greco and I walked in the door and needing when we walked out.
We walked to the next Starbucks over where I sent this message... 5:42am on 24Jan2015: #PD @Starbucks #VerifiedAndUneditedVideo Yes, Syn, too much evil against humanity occurs there. Please ask corporate to destroy it. Thx!
Of course, there was an immediate torture facility warning at 5:49am which Amita took care of very quickly. El Greco and I left our second Starbucks of the morning at 8am. I went straight to sleep with my metaphorical Dr. Who companion nearby.
Unlike popular misconception, I do not control the weather. Nothing controls the weather. But, my darling Ms. Mother Nature and I do have an understanding. Much like the hot tropical sun, I was fully awake and at the peak in my sky by the time I woke up at 12:14pm. We snacked on a gift given to both of us by locals for lunch before running errands. Among other things, I needed to pick up my mail. My mother had mailed me shoes.
I could not make complete sense out of all the nonsense El Greco was ordered to do, yet, when I pointed out that a dear, old friend of mine with whom I had once spent my birthday years ago manifested in a park only to make a conscious effort to mellow me out, El Greco perched in the shade to wait for me.
He, who was obviously a dear, old friend of mine, and I even a sang a duet. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please make sure you circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our time together in the park.
After watching him escorted off the park by one of Obama's proven enemies of America, El Greco and I went to the beach, so I could wash my feet in a place with absolutely no privacy after dancing barefoot the night before.
My loving and adoring public was so wonderful that I could barely leave the beach for my redeemed playland. But Tentacle had promised me they would be there today, and I still had this blog post to finish.
At 4:37pm, I sent help to my dear, old friend assuming he was for whom the vigilant alarm sounded due to Obama's proven enemies of America's completely predictable malevolence and psychopathy.
My darling Mr. Damian Marley, whom we have established first intentionally appeared in my life years ago, everyone knows I already wrote your defense. Go ahead and use my 18Oct, 26Oct, and 30Oct2014 all you want.
We were back on my redeemed playland as fast as possible, so I could flesh out and polish up this blog post while my burdened soul delighted at the surfeiting of love from the Tentacle (named for being extensions of myself) whom I found there already surrounded by my lovers and believers waiting for me to show up beside them.
7:37pm on 24Jan2015: Syn, every charge possible from committing open acts of war against USA and destabilizing humanity against the sorry excuse for manhood who said, "Shake it, baby!" to me while I was in the act of meditation holy to every benevolent relgion. Hurry. @UN @DeptofDefense
And then by 8:17pm, I was trying to explain to all three members of Tentacle that they are holy in every benevolent religion because when I meditate they are extensions of myself. It was no way to tell them. I try to space these thing out better.
At this point, though, the world should have gotten over the sex life I am forbidden from having any way and caught up with what happens in the world for real when anyone anywhere lies about me especially in courtrooms or to my face.
This blog post was published at 8:45pm on 24Jan2015.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Why did I flee both ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and The War Criminal Gables for my life without my (holy relic) Kermit doll? There are two reasons. First of all, while I was in Mexico City in 2010, Obama's conspiracy put a tracking device in him. Secondly, I always knew someone could send him to me later. My Kermit doll is nothing like my living loved ones that way.
My beautiful world, I understand you have been talking about the doomsday clock lately. I have been trying to reassure my brave and mighty California that no nuclear weapons will ever land where I am. Please also remember, my beautiful world, that President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey has the button not Unelected Terrorist Dictator Obama.
As for something much more trivial, my beautiful world, whoever sent my darling El Greco, I am pretty sure he is instructed to learn where I shower with complete privacy as part of his ability to be here with me at all. So, if I never let him know, I am pretty sure I can keep him in my life until this "egg" comes down. Giggle. Evil is dumb.
My brave rescuers, oh, my darlings, did you hear me explain to El Greco, "There is a reason the 'I' in CIA stands for 'intelligence'!" That is how threatening their tiddlywinks in here is to me, but look at what it does to my nation and my world when I am persecuted and abused.
Thank you, my brave rescuers, for suffering the most loss, the loss of your priceless 10,000+ lives, to save the entire world from losing me completely to such malevolent idiocy. I am very good with words, but I will never find the right words to explain to you how much you mean to me.
SynSyn, Amita, and Ugwuji, as you genius friends of mine are very aware, if I "cop an attitude," then "cop" is the operative word. Please tell me everything is less Sisyfian.
Do you remember when I warned you three amazing ladies, as the leaders of our legal team, last month that there would be many more lovers and believers we would need to care for?
My genius Powers of Attorney, thank you for never letting anyone down. I would apologize for most of my friends in here who need our rescuing being middle-aged men, but they just happen to be the people who reach me. You are such heroes. Thank you!
As for a darling my genius friends also already rescued, too, Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway, giggle. Yes, yes, giggle. Giggle. Giggle. Giggle.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. What do you need help with? I know what is on your Honey-do list. I understand El Greco fixes most everything I asked you to fix, except for your making love to me immediately, when his earspeakers are not actively causing him (hopefully only) temporary insanity due to the intensely idiotic commands Obama's proven enemies of America give him.
Beloved, El Greco is a darling in my life, but he is no replacement for you. Do you remember how my darling Mr. Viggo Mortensen told me in 2009 he wanted to live in a beat up old car with me while traveling across California singing Dead covers in dive bars until the "egg" came down? That only sounds romantic to men like you. Giggle. Okay, to all of us...
Yet, after I broke up with him, you tried to descend from the starry sky into my home neighborhood of North Beach in January 2010 to manifest in my "Jasper." I miss you. I am working on it. I promise.