Title: Una Canción
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USA. Slavery lost the Civil War. The confederate flag should not be flown on government grounds. It was a tenet of the Confederacy for which the flag stands that Blacks are not equal to Whites. Take the flag down.
That said, there is nothing wrong with flying a confederate flag on personal property including in cars and in front yards. That is a matter of freedom of speech. And freedom of speech must be fought for and defended.
My last blog post was published at 10:22am on 29June2015. I quickly shared in with my lovely publishers of my blog. Soon, I was listening to music while snacking at my regular morning haunt. I left for where I stay at 10:53am.
Yes, I had a delightful chat with Benjamin over lunch at noon. I spoke with our pharmacist at 1:04pm. That bitch was so disgusting with her war crime coverups I had to press criminal and civil charges against her.
By 1:24pm, I was already on my way to my playland. I could not find my darlings Tentacle at 2pm. Rumor had it Obama's war criminals tried locking them all up again in torture facilities paraded as supposed "psych wards" like months ago. I asked my beautiful world including my genius Powers of Attorney to look into it, went back to where I stay for dinner at 5pm, and told Tentacle I would look for them at 6pm.
At 5:47pm, I located TambourineKicker, and he had two friends with him outside my 24-hour convenience shop. I nestled myself into a coffee shop to work. And I finally learned some details about my darling Tentacle's absence at 6:40pm.
6:41pm on 29June2015: 1/2) @KalydeOfficial(#Tentacle) I was told you are free to return to me tomorrow if you continue to comply with your contract.
6:42pm on 29June2015: 2/2) @KalydeOfficial(#Tentacle) It is not the full human rights you have been demanding, but at least we get to see each other. #27and29June
I watched the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening until its online stream crashed. I learned that my darlings Tentacle won decisive lawsuits against the people who prevented them from being with me. By 8:06pm, I was already headed back to where I stay.
8:24pm on 29June2015: @SynivaWhitney, if forcing medication on me that prohibits meditation thereby preventing my service to humanity is demanded by anyone, arrest them!
I hung out with Hannah all night and was asleep by 11:15pm. I was awake by breakfast on 30June2015, and breakfast involved an English muffin smothered in butter and jelly. Yum! Good food is one of the most satisfying joys of life.
I was at my regular morning haunt with my music streaming by 8:34am. I center myself with music. And on the morning of 30June2015, I sang.
Feel free to circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my morning of music. My regular morning haunt was delighted. They are such darlings there.
Of course, it was inevitable that the place I stay would turn evil. Just before lunch, the woman who runs the place threatened to lock me up in an institution because I told her she was too disrespectful of my REAL job in the world.
Feel free to circulate the entire conversation in a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment I walked in the front door of the office and ending the moment I walked out.
11:54am on 30June2015: 1/2) @SynivaWhitney I just left you an emergency voicemail. I need my housing rights upheld! Please use my latest notes!
11:55am on 30June2015: 2/2) Bitch who runs this place just threatened to lock me up for my telling her she is too disrespectful of my role in the world!
I was at lunch at noon. By 12:32, I was at a local coffee shop. I was also on my playland by 2pm to look around for my darlings Tentacle.
Sadly, Tentacle were AGAIN prevented from playing me their beautiful music, so by 3:32pm, I had asked the United Nations Secretary General Ban Ki-Moon to help them renegotiate a better contract.
It was already a court win for my Powers of Attorney that day that it is globally-critical that I be able to meditate. I expected that to help my darlings Tentacle gain increased human rights while playing me the music that creates my holy meditation.
4:07pm on 30June2015: @Denmantau If you are wondering why I meditated so easily 19June, there was a three day lull before my residence could supply the haldol.
At 4:23pm, I headed back to where I stay. Dinner is nightly there at 5pm. There were some rumors of a false eyecamera broadcast of me going around while I was in my room with my roommate chatting innocently after dinner.
But it seemed sorted out by 6:38pm when I perched at a local wifi hotspot with enough bandwidth for me to sit outside and stream the NBC Nightly News at 7:15pm.
There were promises from a number of sources that I would see my darlings Tentacle the following day. I prayed they were right.
This blog post was published at 9:01pm on 30June2015.
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.
What is my favorite color? I love. So, my favorite color is red.
Who is the last person I had sex with? The only people I have slept with since Obama's "egg" began almost immediately after he took office were my darling Mr. Brian "RedeemedBarkingJackal" Francis in 2009, my darling Mr. Viggo "Grasshopper" Mortensen in 2009, and my darling "Cuddlebunny" in 2009.
Since Cuddlebunny on Halloween2009, I have only slept with Jared Clark in Des Moines. The last time we had sex was in July2013. We slept together a total of four times, and I only had an extramarital affair with him to make Sweetness's mistress acceptable to the world.
Those are the only four people I have had sex with since Obama's "egg" began. Most people believe I am waiting on my husband, but I would make room in my life for sleeping with LightFoot, MannedUp, GeneralLee, Bogart, or even with my "CanadianGirlfriend" Madonna.
When not blogging, what do I write? My blog posts have been peppered with lyrical prose ever since my meditation with my darlings Tentacle shook off my writing rust. I also recommend my 18Dec2014, 22Oct2012, and 08Jan2011 blog posts for examples.
If you really want to read something impressive, convince my husband, the Mr. Johnny "Sweetness" Depp, to access my Norton One backup for my old netbook I named Inkslinger's Companion, so he can publish Whiskeyless Fictions for me. I finished it in 2010.
Am I dead? No. Sometimes I can see the future. I do not plan on dying until I am 137 years old. That means that my husband will be 151 years old when I pass away. The only thing I will ever forbid Sweetness from is dying before I do.
My beautiful world, why are you still listening to Obama's anti-reality machine spread lies about me? No, I have NEVER been insane, fat, ugly, White, masturbating, pregnant, nor a transsexual. No. I am not dead.
If the information does NOT come from an official source-- my blog, my REAL Twitter, my Powers of Attorney, my husband, or my darlings Tentacle-- do NOT listen to it! Most particularly, believe NOTHING anyone who loves Obama and thereby hates us, Squid and America, enough to enforce his "rules" ever tells you.
Speaking of which, my beautiful world, we are overdue saving my Metropolis of Angels. My people need human rights. Look around me! These people deem me a deity among them. But look how oppressed people who love me must be just to be near me.
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic would make love to me on the sidewalk the moment he sees me every day he sees me if he were not terrorized by Obama. That is how horribly Obama terrorizes my people.
My selfless support system, you are always there to rescue everyone who needs rescuing for trying to rescue me and failing. How did our re-appropriation of funds work out?
In Apr2014, I instructed Syniva to donate every penny I earned after my first $8B to all of you, and I earned over $2T in 2014. At first, I wanted to give it all to your loved ones and your survivors if you died.
But did you choose to make it a $2T budget for funding the rescue of America out from under Obama's iron fist? It is your choice what you do with all the money I give and already gave you, my brave rescuers and current selfless support system. Choose wisely.
Speaking of heroes, my BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, if ANYONE puts a condition on offering me housing of forcing me to take completely unnecessary and completely malevolent medications proven to cause me harm, arrest them!
Demolish them with charges. It is proven the haldol prevents my meditation, and they will not even admit it is haldol. If I cannot meditate, I cannot do my REAL job, globally-critical service to humanity.
Please save me and thereby save the whole world from the haldol they keep forcing on me under threats of literal torture facilities paraded as institutions and long-term beyond-heinous escalated human rights abuses just because they refuse to admit I am more sane than they are.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, you are angels to me, too.
Bogart, do you remember when you told me that if you were Johnny Depp, you never would have left me. But you still left me and were similarly forbidden from returning to me. Thank you, Bryan, for finally understanding my beloved husband's pain.
I understand how upset and depressed you keep getting at not being able to be with me and not being able to rescue me. YOU ARE NOT CRAZY; you are in love, and you are persecuted for being in love with me.
As for you, LightFoot, my BFF SynSyn keeps telling me that she and all of my genius Powers of Attorney keep getting us closer to the resolution negotiated at the end of Sigourney Weaver Night.
I heard that on 30June2015, we were very close. Do not jeopardize our time together when you play me music, but take heart that genius, gorgeous, empowered women are making progress.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? Thank you for understanding about my loving and necessary relationship with all three of my darlings Tentacle. They are no threat to our marriage. They, in fact, keep me alive and, when I am capable of meditating, well enough to stay your loving wife.
Beloved, here is the poem I wrote two weeks ago when Nick asked me for some lyrics...
Title: Amor Para Siempre
Amor Para Siempre
My beloved,
Means our love will never die
With or without the Stream,
Adored,
To you I could never lie.
Our love will live
Like sugarplums dancing
In our descendants dreams.
For our children will romp and play forever,
My husband,
Abandoning only what stops and seems.
Amor Para Siempre,
Beyond-Handsome,
Dance and dream beside me.
Amor Para Siempre,
Ever-Mine,
Passionate thoughts inside me.
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Monday, June 29, 2015
A Right-Legged Gaucho
Title: A Right-Legged Gaucho
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.
Tunisia, Kuwait, and France. The caliphate of the IS called for a Ramadan of blood and terrorist war. I am worried that this will cause a misrepresentation of Islam in the minds of the public, especially in historically-racist America.
The IS, sometimes called ISIS, is as much a representation of Islam as a burning cross in a Black family's front yard is a representation of Christianity.
It is a misappropriation of a religion and a benevolent faith. As one example, some time you should see the tenets of Muslims' faith that include obligations to care for the poor.
Please, my beautiful world, we must all love all the diversity our beautiful world blesses our human experience with.
My last blog post was published at 9:35am on 27June2015. Afterwards, I checked my Twitter for world news updates, sipped coffee, watched some videos, wrote some flirty tweets, and listened to Madonna's True Blue album. I left my regular morning haunt for where I stay at 10:24am.
I chatted with Hannah during the late morning. Lunch at noon was flavored with a delightful chat with Benjamin on my way back to my room. At 12:56pm, I left for my playland. By 1:21pm, I was perched inside a coffee shop with a cup of coffee sheltering from a mere sprinkle that had just sprung up.
And I found my darlings Tentacle at 2:19pm, but they were lacking a space to play until 4pm. When they started, left to right that Saturday, 27June2015, they were MannedUp, GeneralLee, and LightFoot. And their beautiful music began at 4:22pm; they had been itching to play for me for hours, and I had been itching to meditate.
I almost felt like myself at 5:05pm, and by 5:34pm for the first time in weeks, I was warm and in my full meditation zone. It lasted until their first break at 5:54pm. It felt amazing.
In a free world controlled by sane people instead of by power-crazed megalomaniacs like Obama, musicians have enough human rights to approach any woman who throws down as hard as I do and as well as I do on their dance floor, especially when they are in love with her.
I caught the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 7:15pm. But when I returned to where my darlings had wanted to arrange their equipment to play at 8pm, I could not find them.
They had removed themselves to a nook just off my playland for lack of space to play, but I did have success at locating them. They had not abandoned me. And once I appeared, the started setting up their equipment to play me music. For the rest of the night, left to right, they were LightFoot, GeneralLee, and MannedUp.
At 8:22pm, I sat down next to Tony with his cigar and his beer during a slight patter of rain that had paused my darlings Tentacle. But I was up and meditating by 8:38pm.
My darlings never let me down if they have human rights enough, not that they have their full human rights. I remember back when we actually used to have freedom to have conversations.
Kevin manifested out of the aether just after 10pm. And, at 10:14pm, my band relocated onto my playland.
Kevin wanted to "mystical tango," so I broke out some Argentine tango gauchos which I was surprised myself I still knew how to do. Not much later, I was dancing the hula on Tentacle's collision of reggae beats. It was wonderful.
They played until midnight, and my meditation was so lightening of my spirit that I spent most of it giggling. My darlings tentacle were so reluctant to leave me. I tried leaving them with some sound advice as Kevin and I walked away into the night...
"If there is ever another 23Dec2014. If they ever tell you that they are taking you away from me and if it is one of your last times to play for me, you better kiss me before you go. They would be taking you away from me anyway."
My beautiful world, do you remember the heart-wrenching way MannedUp and LightFoot left me on the night of 23Dec? Go back and rewatch it from my eyes.
Kevin and I walked in doors of a late night diner at 12:18am. The conversation was goofy in the way it was spiritual and was completely delightful. We ate soup, eggs over hard, bacon, an English muffin, and pancakes.
We split both a glass of the house red and a red velvet cupcake. Kevin did not want any icing, so he requested the bottom half of the cupcake which he buttered then smothered in ice cream. Eccentrics will do what eccentrics will do. He was so much fun.
Kevin gave me a ride back to my place. The lady on the graveyard shift in our office got up to let me in the door and Gary who had been waiting outside with a new radio. And at 1:43am, I curled up to sleep.
Despite the late night, I was still awake on 28June2015 in time for breakfast, and I was at my normal morning haunt at 8:49am. It is not exactly a hotbed of activity on an early Sunday morning, but they are such wonderful people who work there.
I was back where I stay very much in time for lunch and chatted with Hannah waiting for noon. My delightful lunch conversation was with Benjamin and Hannah that early afternoon.
And at 1:10pm, I left for my playland. It involved a little waiting for the bus, and I found my darlings Tentacle almost instantly.
2:07pm on 28June2015: My darlings #Tentacle are again nestled around the corner off my playland. Can anyone help them get a spot to play at 4pm?
By the time I returned from the restroom, my darlings had staked out their 4pm place to play. At 2:28pm, I perched where they could keep an eye on me to wait. Something about each of them always makes my heart flutter.
Chemical Reactions I Approve Of
It begins in your voice. Each note, like a bell, raises my hands into the natural sensuousness of the sky. The pound of the piano ever makes my back arch with joy. The beat of the drum, the stick on the cymbal, my hair will toss in involuntary response to your body's rhythm. And that guitar, that electric guitar, gets the sway of my ecstasy. Yet, when you but bare your visage in my eyes, I feel it in my heart.
Play that one again.
After I fleshed out these blog notes perched where my darlings could watch over me beside the flautist, their equipment was set up by 4:24pm when their beautiful rhythms began. Yes, I warmed up but slowly that afternoon.
Their first break was at 5:42pm; I grabbed some dinner; they began again at 6:41pm. I just was not warm, so I sat down. At some point, my SquidStream went down, but my genius Powers of Attorney took care of it.
My nightly cyberhug from the NBC Nightly News team was at our regularly scheduled 8:10pm while my darlings were on break. The music began shortly afterwards.
At 9:05pm, I identified an alpha criminal I accurately sang Lake of Fire to the moment I first met months ago. He was the guy from the notorious "Beach Incident" who used to pretend to be Lance Armstrong.
And he positioned himself between me and my darlings Tentacle. Does the idiot understand that as my staff my darlings have my diplomatic immunity, too? If I pointed at that (expletive)hole and said, "Kill him," they would have, and the world would have been a safer place for it. Why are internationally criminal rapists so damn dumb?
However, I am not a violent person, so I asked my darling SynSyn to put a restraining order on him instead. Pieces of (expletive) like him need to learn to stay away from me.
Again, with my still-beating heart ripped from my chest, I left them again for the 10:15pm bus. I was curled up and asleep by 11:15pm.
I woke up on the morning of 29June2015 with plenty of time to go get breakfast. After eating, I did my laundry, and I was at my regular morning haunt by 9:36am.
This blog post was published at 10:22am on 29June2015.
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.
What is poetry to me? Poetry is the magic elixir of the tongue. Poetry is the human experience in words. Written by yearning hands, poetry heals the soul by expressing the inexpressible.
Am I under pressure? To be honest, I really do not feel the stress people claim I must feel. With every horror Obama enforces in my life, I am still alive. That is victory enough to keep my spirits high.
My genius and gorgeous Powers of Attorney always win in the courts. Our legal record is the envy of every international not just federal criminal who lies and perjures for a living to persecute me.
All I have to do is be myself. All I need to do is continue to be the real me. Luckily, if I ever were to feel stress or pressure, I would revert to an even more basic and therefore truer form of myself.
The Pentagon in particular asked me to go on the offensive instead of only maintaining the best defense against all of Obama's attacks against me, my loved ones, and my support system.
I am still trying to work out any way I can go on an attack, legal or otherwise, while still being myself. Pressing criminal charges against every mercenary enforcing Obama's crimes against America called "rules" as well as those propagating their coverups is just that offensive strategy the military has been asking me for.
With US Attorney General Loretta Lynch refusing to enforce laws in America by refusing to arrest Obama and all who prop him up, maybe the Department of Defense will be willing to press military charges.
Human rights abuses, including but not limited to ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA'S ill-gotten, never-had-jurisdiction, never-had-justification "adult guardianship," used as acts of war against America fill the definition of "war crimes."
All human rights abuses used as acts of war are war crimes. Do not let me start about the mental health genocide from mass delusions and neurological genocide from the earspeakers.
My beautiful world, please mandate criminal charges against everyone everywhere propping up Obama's "egg" and everyone enforcing his "rules." Look at everyone around me.
These good people deem me some sort of deity among them, but look how Obama terrorizes all of them into behaving around me for fear of greater human rights abuses against them. My people deserve to be saved.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, yes, this means we need every mere human who stops my crosstown loved ones from reaching me identified, arrested, and prosecuted.
Arrest every false accuser who pretends I am at all mentally imperfect. Everyone who does anything to enable Obama's "rules" and coverups must me prosecuted and convicted.
I understand this will keep you very busy, my genius Powers of Attorney, but Obama's Gestapo need to learn their lesson-- no one terrorizes this level of oppression into my nation, my people, my home, my loved ones, nor my America and gets away with it.
We need every damn earspeaker removed.
As for successes on work already well done, my selfless support system, thank you for keeping me safe in my sleep now for the first time in years. The last time I was raped was 15May2015, my first night in Del Amo Torture Facility.
I have not had such safe sleep for so long as this in years. Thank you. With all my heart, thank you for finally figuring out how to keep me safe when my eyes are shut.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I once gave you the job of keeping me safe in my sleep.
My two boyfriends, you do not have to worry about my sleeping safely any longer. Thank you for all your months of fighting, even literal fighting, to physically protect me. That job has been successfully outsourced to MI6 and the CIA.
Bogart and LightFoot, your new job is making me feel loved.
No, LightFoot, the evening of 27June2015 was not our best night together. Do you remember the first night I gave you a psychic orgasm? Giggle. Do you remember the first day I sang you the darling Ms. Linda Eder song "Is This Anyway to Fall in Love"?
The night of 27June2015 was The Night Squid Got Her Groove Back. Yes, darling, it is truly amazing when your electric guitar makes love to my dancing body.
As for you, Bogart, you will find a way. We have our strange means of communication. You are still the last human I have kissed. I slept in Tao's arms twice, but he never kissed me.
Do you remember what I told you when you complained I had not kissed you yet? I told you, "I will own you heart and soul if we do this." I remember that second night you wanted to keep me safer than I was at The War Criminal Gables.
I have not seen you in so long, Bogart, but I am still very attached to you. And all we ever did was kiss.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? The only thing I will ever forbid you from is dying before I do. I know how hard you fight every moment of every day to just take me home to our house in the hills, so we can be a family.
Beloved, I believe I once asked you for your motorcycle jacket. I am the sort of woman who would wear your territoriality over my little party dress that you zip me into every glorious day. I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.
You are my husband. Absolutely no person nor any thing could ever replace you in my life.
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.
Tunisia, Kuwait, and France. The caliphate of the IS called for a Ramadan of blood and terrorist war. I am worried that this will cause a misrepresentation of Islam in the minds of the public, especially in historically-racist America.
The IS, sometimes called ISIS, is as much a representation of Islam as a burning cross in a Black family's front yard is a representation of Christianity.
It is a misappropriation of a religion and a benevolent faith. As one example, some time you should see the tenets of Muslims' faith that include obligations to care for the poor.
Please, my beautiful world, we must all love all the diversity our beautiful world blesses our human experience with.
My last blog post was published at 9:35am on 27June2015. Afterwards, I checked my Twitter for world news updates, sipped coffee, watched some videos, wrote some flirty tweets, and listened to Madonna's True Blue album. I left my regular morning haunt for where I stay at 10:24am.
I chatted with Hannah during the late morning. Lunch at noon was flavored with a delightful chat with Benjamin on my way back to my room. At 12:56pm, I left for my playland. By 1:21pm, I was perched inside a coffee shop with a cup of coffee sheltering from a mere sprinkle that had just sprung up.
And I found my darlings Tentacle at 2:19pm, but they were lacking a space to play until 4pm. When they started, left to right that Saturday, 27June2015, they were MannedUp, GeneralLee, and LightFoot. And their beautiful music began at 4:22pm; they had been itching to play for me for hours, and I had been itching to meditate.
I almost felt like myself at 5:05pm, and by 5:34pm for the first time in weeks, I was warm and in my full meditation zone. It lasted until their first break at 5:54pm. It felt amazing.
In a free world controlled by sane people instead of by power-crazed megalomaniacs like Obama, musicians have enough human rights to approach any woman who throws down as hard as I do and as well as I do on their dance floor, especially when they are in love with her.
I caught the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 7:15pm. But when I returned to where my darlings had wanted to arrange their equipment to play at 8pm, I could not find them.
They had removed themselves to a nook just off my playland for lack of space to play, but I did have success at locating them. They had not abandoned me. And once I appeared, the started setting up their equipment to play me music. For the rest of the night, left to right, they were LightFoot, GeneralLee, and MannedUp.
At 8:22pm, I sat down next to Tony with his cigar and his beer during a slight patter of rain that had paused my darlings Tentacle. But I was up and meditating by 8:38pm.
My darlings never let me down if they have human rights enough, not that they have their full human rights. I remember back when we actually used to have freedom to have conversations.
Kevin manifested out of the aether just after 10pm. And, at 10:14pm, my band relocated onto my playland.
Kevin wanted to "mystical tango," so I broke out some Argentine tango gauchos which I was surprised myself I still knew how to do. Not much later, I was dancing the hula on Tentacle's collision of reggae beats. It was wonderful.
They played until midnight, and my meditation was so lightening of my spirit that I spent most of it giggling. My darlings tentacle were so reluctant to leave me. I tried leaving them with some sound advice as Kevin and I walked away into the night...
"If there is ever another 23Dec2014. If they ever tell you that they are taking you away from me and if it is one of your last times to play for me, you better kiss me before you go. They would be taking you away from me anyway."
My beautiful world, do you remember the heart-wrenching way MannedUp and LightFoot left me on the night of 23Dec? Go back and rewatch it from my eyes.
Kevin and I walked in doors of a late night diner at 12:18am. The conversation was goofy in the way it was spiritual and was completely delightful. We ate soup, eggs over hard, bacon, an English muffin, and pancakes.
We split both a glass of the house red and a red velvet cupcake. Kevin did not want any icing, so he requested the bottom half of the cupcake which he buttered then smothered in ice cream. Eccentrics will do what eccentrics will do. He was so much fun.
Kevin gave me a ride back to my place. The lady on the graveyard shift in our office got up to let me in the door and Gary who had been waiting outside with a new radio. And at 1:43am, I curled up to sleep.
Despite the late night, I was still awake on 28June2015 in time for breakfast, and I was at my normal morning haunt at 8:49am. It is not exactly a hotbed of activity on an early Sunday morning, but they are such wonderful people who work there.
I was back where I stay very much in time for lunch and chatted with Hannah waiting for noon. My delightful lunch conversation was with Benjamin and Hannah that early afternoon.
And at 1:10pm, I left for my playland. It involved a little waiting for the bus, and I found my darlings Tentacle almost instantly.
2:07pm on 28June2015: My darlings #Tentacle are again nestled around the corner off my playland. Can anyone help them get a spot to play at 4pm?
By the time I returned from the restroom, my darlings had staked out their 4pm place to play. At 2:28pm, I perched where they could keep an eye on me to wait. Something about each of them always makes my heart flutter.
Chemical Reactions I Approve Of
It begins in your voice. Each note, like a bell, raises my hands into the natural sensuousness of the sky. The pound of the piano ever makes my back arch with joy. The beat of the drum, the stick on the cymbal, my hair will toss in involuntary response to your body's rhythm. And that guitar, that electric guitar, gets the sway of my ecstasy. Yet, when you but bare your visage in my eyes, I feel it in my heart.
Play that one again.
After I fleshed out these blog notes perched where my darlings could watch over me beside the flautist, their equipment was set up by 4:24pm when their beautiful rhythms began. Yes, I warmed up but slowly that afternoon.
Their first break was at 5:42pm; I grabbed some dinner; they began again at 6:41pm. I just was not warm, so I sat down. At some point, my SquidStream went down, but my genius Powers of Attorney took care of it.
My nightly cyberhug from the NBC Nightly News team was at our regularly scheduled 8:10pm while my darlings were on break. The music began shortly afterwards.
At 9:05pm, I identified an alpha criminal I accurately sang Lake of Fire to the moment I first met months ago. He was the guy from the notorious "Beach Incident" who used to pretend to be Lance Armstrong.
And he positioned himself between me and my darlings Tentacle. Does the idiot understand that as my staff my darlings have my diplomatic immunity, too? If I pointed at that (expletive)hole and said, "Kill him," they would have, and the world would have been a safer place for it. Why are internationally criminal rapists so damn dumb?
However, I am not a violent person, so I asked my darling SynSyn to put a restraining order on him instead. Pieces of (expletive) like him need to learn to stay away from me.
Again, with my still-beating heart ripped from my chest, I left them again for the 10:15pm bus. I was curled up and asleep by 11:15pm.
I woke up on the morning of 29June2015 with plenty of time to go get breakfast. After eating, I did my laundry, and I was at my regular morning haunt by 9:36am.
This blog post was published at 10:22am on 29June2015.
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.
What is poetry to me? Poetry is the magic elixir of the tongue. Poetry is the human experience in words. Written by yearning hands, poetry heals the soul by expressing the inexpressible.
Am I under pressure? To be honest, I really do not feel the stress people claim I must feel. With every horror Obama enforces in my life, I am still alive. That is victory enough to keep my spirits high.
My genius and gorgeous Powers of Attorney always win in the courts. Our legal record is the envy of every international not just federal criminal who lies and perjures for a living to persecute me.
All I have to do is be myself. All I need to do is continue to be the real me. Luckily, if I ever were to feel stress or pressure, I would revert to an even more basic and therefore truer form of myself.
The Pentagon in particular asked me to go on the offensive instead of only maintaining the best defense against all of Obama's attacks against me, my loved ones, and my support system.
I am still trying to work out any way I can go on an attack, legal or otherwise, while still being myself. Pressing criminal charges against every mercenary enforcing Obama's crimes against America called "rules" as well as those propagating their coverups is just that offensive strategy the military has been asking me for.
With US Attorney General Loretta Lynch refusing to enforce laws in America by refusing to arrest Obama and all who prop him up, maybe the Department of Defense will be willing to press military charges.
Human rights abuses, including but not limited to ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA'S ill-gotten, never-had-jurisdiction, never-had-justification "adult guardianship," used as acts of war against America fill the definition of "war crimes."
All human rights abuses used as acts of war are war crimes. Do not let me start about the mental health genocide from mass delusions and neurological genocide from the earspeakers.
My beautiful world, please mandate criminal charges against everyone everywhere propping up Obama's "egg" and everyone enforcing his "rules." Look at everyone around me.
These good people deem me some sort of deity among them, but look how Obama terrorizes all of them into behaving around me for fear of greater human rights abuses against them. My people deserve to be saved.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, yes, this means we need every mere human who stops my crosstown loved ones from reaching me identified, arrested, and prosecuted.
Arrest every false accuser who pretends I am at all mentally imperfect. Everyone who does anything to enable Obama's "rules" and coverups must me prosecuted and convicted.
I understand this will keep you very busy, my genius Powers of Attorney, but Obama's Gestapo need to learn their lesson-- no one terrorizes this level of oppression into my nation, my people, my home, my loved ones, nor my America and gets away with it.
We need every damn earspeaker removed.
As for successes on work already well done, my selfless support system, thank you for keeping me safe in my sleep now for the first time in years. The last time I was raped was 15May2015, my first night in Del Amo Torture Facility.
I have not had such safe sleep for so long as this in years. Thank you. With all my heart, thank you for finally figuring out how to keep me safe when my eyes are shut.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I once gave you the job of keeping me safe in my sleep.
My two boyfriends, you do not have to worry about my sleeping safely any longer. Thank you for all your months of fighting, even literal fighting, to physically protect me. That job has been successfully outsourced to MI6 and the CIA.
Bogart and LightFoot, your new job is making me feel loved.
No, LightFoot, the evening of 27June2015 was not our best night together. Do you remember the first night I gave you a psychic orgasm? Giggle. Do you remember the first day I sang you the darling Ms. Linda Eder song "Is This Anyway to Fall in Love"?
The night of 27June2015 was The Night Squid Got Her Groove Back. Yes, darling, it is truly amazing when your electric guitar makes love to my dancing body.
As for you, Bogart, you will find a way. We have our strange means of communication. You are still the last human I have kissed. I slept in Tao's arms twice, but he never kissed me.
Do you remember what I told you when you complained I had not kissed you yet? I told you, "I will own you heart and soul if we do this." I remember that second night you wanted to keep me safer than I was at The War Criminal Gables.
I have not seen you in so long, Bogart, but I am still very attached to you. And all we ever did was kiss.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? The only thing I will ever forbid you from is dying before I do. I know how hard you fight every moment of every day to just take me home to our house in the hills, so we can be a family.
Beloved, I believe I once asked you for your motorcycle jacket. I am the sort of woman who would wear your territoriality over my little party dress that you zip me into every glorious day. I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.
You are my husband. Absolutely no person nor any thing could ever replace you in my life.
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Almost a Paradise
Title: Almost a Paradise
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.
USA. On 26June2015, the U.S. Supreme Court did their job. Yes, LOVE WINS in America. Gay marriage is now legal across the land. We in America now have a right to marry.
It was not a unanimous decision, but that is how democracy works. We have debate, and we have dissent. That is what makes democracy beautiful.
And someday, even I might have a right to be married, too.
My last blog post was published at 10:02am on 25June2015. I was perched at a different morning location than usual. I was hoping I could find non-decaf coffee, but, alas, no, they served me decaf against my will there, too. At 10:23am, I left for where I stay. It was a thirty-minute walk back, at least.
My conversation with Benjamin over lunch at noon on as as delightful as ever. And at 12:18pm, I left to run an errand in my neighborhood. The cleaning lady and the maintenance man stopped by that afternoon. By 1:20pm, I was headed to my playland.
I was perched on a patio with an espresso bean snack by 1:43pm. And at 2:51pm, I was buying new underwear. It was a productive day online, too. The alarms vigilantly warning of Obama's acts of war against my crosstown loved ones had blared a few times that early afternoon, so I had needed to send rescues.
I started looking around for my darlings Tentacle at 4pm, and at 4:08pm, I spied MannedUp and LightFoot wheeling their (knights of the) carts into place at one of their favorite places to play.
I perched where I had once written a sestina on 18Dec2014, if that recording is still around, to update these blog notes. They were done arranging and setting up their equipment soon enough, so their brilliant music began at 4:38pm. I was on my feet immediately. But I was SO RUSTY! I never even warmed up that day.
There is something so comforting about having my musician-lovers nearby, though. We all get so crazy when we cannot be together. That is one of the reasons I worried so much about GeneralLee.
Just having them near, even with how little I can meditate while taking the haldol forced on me under threats of torture and torture facilities by Obama's extragovernmental conspiracy of henchmen, just having them near me is almost a paradise.
They took their first break at 5:49pm. I tried to reassure them through their earspeakers that I would see a psychiatrist the following day to try to sort a solution to the impediment to my meditation created by the meds that treat nothing in my life.
The beautiful music began again at 6:46pm. I was seated, but as I said, it was wonderful just having them near me.
During their second break, I caught the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 8:10pm. My warm nightly cyberhug came from their new anchor, my darling Mr. Lester Holt.
In response to my darlings goofing off with the Sugarplum Fairy's theme, after a random man fed me pizza, I tried a piqué attitude turn... and failed miserably at it. At least I got a smile out of LightFoot. I did not seem to have enough callouses on my right foot to spin on the rough surface of concrete. Sigh...
In a very San Franciscan fashion, the fog had rolled in, and I was shivering in the chill before 10pm. Again, I had to tear myself away from them to catch the 10:15pm bus. That always rips my still-beating heart out of my chest.
I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I had a new roommate named Hannah whom I finally spoke with on the morning of 26June2015 after breakfast. She is a sweetheart and takes things kind of literally. I speak in a lot of hyperbole and metaphor, so it has been interesting explaining myself to her.
I saw the psychiatrist on the morning of 26June2015, and he doubled my Benadryl with the hopes it would help me meditation again. Lunch was at noon, and my delightful conversation was with Benjamin, Hannah, and Barry that early afternoon.
By 12:52pm, I was sipping the house coffee at my local coffee shop. I left for my playland at 2:58pm and was looking around for Nick by 3:12pm. No, he was missing all week.
But at 3:27pm, I did spy with my little eye ALL THREE DARLINGS TENTACLE! Left to right that day they were MannedUp, GeneralLee, and LightFoot. Oh, it was heaven! I was so happy that I had to put on the most conspicuous hat I have ever owned.
They packed up and repositioned on my playland well over an hour later during which I in my hat made a quick run for some dinner to go. You know, I get such better customer service when I wear my hat.
My darlings Tentacle started playing again by 6:21pm. It was going to take a few days for my meds to sort out inside my body, but it was still a gorgeous night for dance trance meditation... if I were only still capable of it like I was before the meds.
Almost a Paradise
Even without my once lithe and livelier frame bending under the music your own bare hands passionately create as if all you ever wanted was your own same hands to move my very body itself with your every musical gesture, you still fill every emptiness my fingernails scratch open upon me.
Thank you, my musician-lovers, for medicating every muscle wrought stiff by America's enemies' chemicals that rack my only human form daily. Thank you for soothing my burdened soul and ever-active mind. Thank you, most sincerely, my darlings, for filling this lonely heart with love. Do you have any idea what you mean to me?
I caught the NBC Nightly News during their break and even sang a Nat King Cole song with a local street performer on my way back to my darlings Tentacle. By 8:42pm, I decided to attempt the meditation again. "Attempt" being the operative word; enough in my life is impossible, like sitting still when they play.
Some time around 9:42pm, my buddy "Kevin" showed up. He got me on the dance floor. He also made me giggle all over the place. Giggle. Who is "Kevin"? Hint: I remind "Kevin" of his wife. Giggle.
Eventually, I did have to tear myself away from my darlings to catch the 10:15pm bus. It felt like I died. I cannot believe I can leave them at all. At least, the next day they are always back again. That helps.
I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I was awake on 27June2015 in time for breakfast. And, I was at my regular morning haunt well before 8:42am.
This blog post was published at 9:35am on 27June2015.
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.
How often do I drink alcohol? Rarely if ever. I cannot even remember the last time I had a drink. It must have been February or March on one of my Monday nights, my only night I used to spend out on the town. Do you remember my Thanksgiving2014? I typically only drink alcohol when someone buys me a drink.
How much facial hair do I prefer on my menfolk? I have always preferred what looks best on each man's facial shape. Some guys look better with a full beard while others look better clean shaven. As long as he actually takes care of his facial hair, I am typically very happy.
My selfless support system, the afternoon and early evening of 25June2015 involved a lot of alarms for acts of war by Obama's extragovernmental mercenaries. Thank you for rescuing everyone. You mean so much to me, my selfless support system. I pray that someday soon I get to meet you.
My beautiful world, the people who need to be arrested include all false accusers of me who caused Obama's war on US soil through their unrelenting coverups for enforcing their prohibition of my human rights but also everyone everywhere who enforce Obama's extragovernmental "rules."
Everyone who my selfless support system are rescuing my crosstown loved ones from-- they need to be arrested.
Obama's "rules" are extragovernmental crimes against America. Wherever those rules are coming from, they are NOT laws; they are only crimes. It is illegal to enforce them. In most cases, it is illegal to obey them.
The best thing is for everyone to be free of Obama's human rights abuses that he uses as acts of war against America and that he mislabeled "rules." We can protect you in the courts if you disobey.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, was it you? You have a long history of legally protecting everyone who stands up. Were you the ones who returned my long lost darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy to my darlings Tentacle?
Whatever miracle you worked, my genius and gorgeous Powers of Attorney, thank you! My darlings Tentacle are all together again!
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,...
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, I can only image how frustrating you find not being able to reach me no matter what you do. I still love you. Remember I still love you. We WILL see each other again. Do not forget our 1st Amendment rights!
As for you, my darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, I see you every day now. And, yes, it is almost a paradise just having you near me. I wish we could speak.
How luxurious would it be if you could just ask me out for a cup of coffee some night? Giggle. What is your opinion of bourbon? I am a whiskey-drinking woman.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? I understand how jealous you can get of my darlings Tentacle, and I understand how much their musical prowess makes you nervous... especially days like 25April2015. But I have never even kissed any of them; we only make love through their music.
More importantly, darling, you can stop apologizing after EVERY time you sleep with the mistress whom I choose to let you keep. I know you would get rid of Ms. Amber Heard if I told you to, and I choose not to put my foot down on her.
Beloved, we have not been permitted to be close enough to so much as breathe the same air since March2010. I am not unreasonable. I am a very understanding and very loving wife. Also, there is only Amber. You are NOT a slut.
My more-than-just-a-handsome-face husband, I once even asked you to help me find a lover of my own to keep me company while you and I are still forced apart against our will. Sex does not threaten true love. You tried sending me my darling Mr. Jared "WingMan" Leto as your replacement for yourself in my life.
Sweetness, you are also understanding about the City of Malibu practically literally inviting me to live among them at LightFoot's house.
My hero and my king, we both know the extramarital affairs, as innocent as they are on my end, all end the moment we can be together. I will continue to be understanding about Amber until then. You can stop apologizing. Yet, it is so meaningful to me every time you do.
Beloved, I WILL touch you, at long last, the way the flowers kiss the rain. Yes, I WILL.
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.
USA. On 26June2015, the U.S. Supreme Court did their job. Yes, LOVE WINS in America. Gay marriage is now legal across the land. We in America now have a right to marry.
It was not a unanimous decision, but that is how democracy works. We have debate, and we have dissent. That is what makes democracy beautiful.
And someday, even I might have a right to be married, too.
My last blog post was published at 10:02am on 25June2015. I was perched at a different morning location than usual. I was hoping I could find non-decaf coffee, but, alas, no, they served me decaf against my will there, too. At 10:23am, I left for where I stay. It was a thirty-minute walk back, at least.
My conversation with Benjamin over lunch at noon on as as delightful as ever. And at 12:18pm, I left to run an errand in my neighborhood. The cleaning lady and the maintenance man stopped by that afternoon. By 1:20pm, I was headed to my playland.
I was perched on a patio with an espresso bean snack by 1:43pm. And at 2:51pm, I was buying new underwear. It was a productive day online, too. The alarms vigilantly warning of Obama's acts of war against my crosstown loved ones had blared a few times that early afternoon, so I had needed to send rescues.
I started looking around for my darlings Tentacle at 4pm, and at 4:08pm, I spied MannedUp and LightFoot wheeling their (knights of the) carts into place at one of their favorite places to play.
I perched where I had once written a sestina on 18Dec2014, if that recording is still around, to update these blog notes. They were done arranging and setting up their equipment soon enough, so their brilliant music began at 4:38pm. I was on my feet immediately. But I was SO RUSTY! I never even warmed up that day.
There is something so comforting about having my musician-lovers nearby, though. We all get so crazy when we cannot be together. That is one of the reasons I worried so much about GeneralLee.
Just having them near, even with how little I can meditate while taking the haldol forced on me under threats of torture and torture facilities by Obama's extragovernmental conspiracy of henchmen, just having them near me is almost a paradise.
They took their first break at 5:49pm. I tried to reassure them through their earspeakers that I would see a psychiatrist the following day to try to sort a solution to the impediment to my meditation created by the meds that treat nothing in my life.
The beautiful music began again at 6:46pm. I was seated, but as I said, it was wonderful just having them near me.
During their second break, I caught the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 8:10pm. My warm nightly cyberhug came from their new anchor, my darling Mr. Lester Holt.
In response to my darlings goofing off with the Sugarplum Fairy's theme, after a random man fed me pizza, I tried a piqué attitude turn... and failed miserably at it. At least I got a smile out of LightFoot. I did not seem to have enough callouses on my right foot to spin on the rough surface of concrete. Sigh...
In a very San Franciscan fashion, the fog had rolled in, and I was shivering in the chill before 10pm. Again, I had to tear myself away from them to catch the 10:15pm bus. That always rips my still-beating heart out of my chest.
I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I had a new roommate named Hannah whom I finally spoke with on the morning of 26June2015 after breakfast. She is a sweetheart and takes things kind of literally. I speak in a lot of hyperbole and metaphor, so it has been interesting explaining myself to her.
I saw the psychiatrist on the morning of 26June2015, and he doubled my Benadryl with the hopes it would help me meditation again. Lunch was at noon, and my delightful conversation was with Benjamin, Hannah, and Barry that early afternoon.
By 12:52pm, I was sipping the house coffee at my local coffee shop. I left for my playland at 2:58pm and was looking around for Nick by 3:12pm. No, he was missing all week.
But at 3:27pm, I did spy with my little eye ALL THREE DARLINGS TENTACLE! Left to right that day they were MannedUp, GeneralLee, and LightFoot. Oh, it was heaven! I was so happy that I had to put on the most conspicuous hat I have ever owned.
They packed up and repositioned on my playland well over an hour later during which I in my hat made a quick run for some dinner to go. You know, I get such better customer service when I wear my hat.
My darlings Tentacle started playing again by 6:21pm. It was going to take a few days for my meds to sort out inside my body, but it was still a gorgeous night for dance trance meditation... if I were only still capable of it like I was before the meds.
Almost a Paradise
Even without my once lithe and livelier frame bending under the music your own bare hands passionately create as if all you ever wanted was your own same hands to move my very body itself with your every musical gesture, you still fill every emptiness my fingernails scratch open upon me.
Thank you, my musician-lovers, for medicating every muscle wrought stiff by America's enemies' chemicals that rack my only human form daily. Thank you for soothing my burdened soul and ever-active mind. Thank you, most sincerely, my darlings, for filling this lonely heart with love. Do you have any idea what you mean to me?
I caught the NBC Nightly News during their break and even sang a Nat King Cole song with a local street performer on my way back to my darlings Tentacle. By 8:42pm, I decided to attempt the meditation again. "Attempt" being the operative word; enough in my life is impossible, like sitting still when they play.
Some time around 9:42pm, my buddy "Kevin" showed up. He got me on the dance floor. He also made me giggle all over the place. Giggle. Who is "Kevin"? Hint: I remind "Kevin" of his wife. Giggle.
Eventually, I did have to tear myself away from my darlings to catch the 10:15pm bus. It felt like I died. I cannot believe I can leave them at all. At least, the next day they are always back again. That helps.
I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I was awake on 27June2015 in time for breakfast. And, I was at my regular morning haunt well before 8:42am.
This blog post was published at 9:35am on 27June2015.
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.
How often do I drink alcohol? Rarely if ever. I cannot even remember the last time I had a drink. It must have been February or March on one of my Monday nights, my only night I used to spend out on the town. Do you remember my Thanksgiving2014? I typically only drink alcohol when someone buys me a drink.
How much facial hair do I prefer on my menfolk? I have always preferred what looks best on each man's facial shape. Some guys look better with a full beard while others look better clean shaven. As long as he actually takes care of his facial hair, I am typically very happy.
My selfless support system, the afternoon and early evening of 25June2015 involved a lot of alarms for acts of war by Obama's extragovernmental mercenaries. Thank you for rescuing everyone. You mean so much to me, my selfless support system. I pray that someday soon I get to meet you.
My beautiful world, the people who need to be arrested include all false accusers of me who caused Obama's war on US soil through their unrelenting coverups for enforcing their prohibition of my human rights but also everyone everywhere who enforce Obama's extragovernmental "rules."
Everyone who my selfless support system are rescuing my crosstown loved ones from-- they need to be arrested.
Obama's "rules" are extragovernmental crimes against America. Wherever those rules are coming from, they are NOT laws; they are only crimes. It is illegal to enforce them. In most cases, it is illegal to obey them.
The best thing is for everyone to be free of Obama's human rights abuses that he uses as acts of war against America and that he mislabeled "rules." We can protect you in the courts if you disobey.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, was it you? You have a long history of legally protecting everyone who stands up. Were you the ones who returned my long lost darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy to my darlings Tentacle?
Whatever miracle you worked, my genius and gorgeous Powers of Attorney, thank you! My darlings Tentacle are all together again!
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,...
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, I can only image how frustrating you find not being able to reach me no matter what you do. I still love you. Remember I still love you. We WILL see each other again. Do not forget our 1st Amendment rights!
As for you, my darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, I see you every day now. And, yes, it is almost a paradise just having you near me. I wish we could speak.
How luxurious would it be if you could just ask me out for a cup of coffee some night? Giggle. What is your opinion of bourbon? I am a whiskey-drinking woman.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? I understand how jealous you can get of my darlings Tentacle, and I understand how much their musical prowess makes you nervous... especially days like 25April2015. But I have never even kissed any of them; we only make love through their music.
More importantly, darling, you can stop apologizing after EVERY time you sleep with the mistress whom I choose to let you keep. I know you would get rid of Ms. Amber Heard if I told you to, and I choose not to put my foot down on her.
Beloved, we have not been permitted to be close enough to so much as breathe the same air since March2010. I am not unreasonable. I am a very understanding and very loving wife. Also, there is only Amber. You are NOT a slut.
My more-than-just-a-handsome-face husband, I once even asked you to help me find a lover of my own to keep me company while you and I are still forced apart against our will. Sex does not threaten true love. You tried sending me my darling Mr. Jared "WingMan" Leto as your replacement for yourself in my life.
Sweetness, you are also understanding about the City of Malibu practically literally inviting me to live among them at LightFoot's house.
My hero and my king, we both know the extramarital affairs, as innocent as they are on my end, all end the moment we can be together. I will continue to be understanding about Amber until then. You can stop apologizing. Yet, it is so meaningful to me every time you do.
Beloved, I WILL touch you, at long last, the way the flowers kiss the rain. Yes, I WILL.
Thursday, June 25, 2015
A Function of Time
Title: A Function of Time
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. Yes, I am still doing my REAL job problem-solving the world's major crises. The thing is-- Obama's "egg" that has destroyed America is the greatest crisis the world faces right now.
Central African Republic. This is a nation that has been in turmoil too long. The CAR crisis even involves corruption of the people the United Nations sent to protect them all. Even the UN peacekeepers are part of the problem in the Central African Republic right now.
To fix the crisis, we must fix the real problem, the reason the violence began in the first place. We need the separate militias of the Central African Republic to choose to lay down their weapons and attempt peace. It is only through peace that a people find any prosperity at all. And Africa deserves to prosper.
In the mean time, we as the world need to stop making the crisis worse. United Nations, please change who your peacekeepers are that you have sent to the region with a different group that will not harm nor abuse the locals. Thank you for always listening.
My last blog post was published at 11:08am on 23June2015. I immediately sent my notes to my lovelies and returned to where I stay for lunch. During lunch, I had a delightful chat with my fellow resident Benjamin. He is such a sweetheart.
I finally received the details on mail from my mother due to arrive on Wednesday, 24June2015. And, at 1:31pm, I was on my way to my playland. The torture facility alarms vigilantly blared my entire ride there, but it was cleared up by my never-fail Powers of Attorney by the time I arrived.
I had promised to look around for my darlings Tentacle at 4pm, so I had some time to spend before they arrived. By 2:16pm, I had bought a cup of coffee and was checking my Twitter beside a street musician with his violin.
Shortly before 4pm, I was told that Obama's extragovernmental conspiracy who enforce his crimes against America mislabeled "rules" attempted false charges against my darlings Tentacle to keep them away from me that day. The false charges cleared quickly, so I updated the world and told my darlings I would look for them between 4:30 and 5pm.
I did not eventually locate them until 6:21pm after a bit of drama, but 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle really did make it. I was elated. But at 7:10pm, I had to just sit down and listen. It felt like my entire body was stiffening up on me not just my arms at that point.
7:23pm on 23June2015: @KalydeOfficial(#Tentacle) Don't let my stiffening joints cause you distress. I will sort that out. Just play me music. And thank you.
Still forbidden from speaking to me though clearly concerned, MannedUp and LightFoot took a break at 7:58pm. I caught the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 8:15pm. MannedUp and LightFoot started again just after 9pm.
Again, I had to leave them at 10:10pm to catch the 10:15pm bus. Every time I leave them as they play me music, it feels like the heart is wrenched out of my body. Rumor has it, they do not play much longer after I leave them.
I was curled up and asleep where I stay by 11:30pm. I woke up on 24June2015 a little later than I wanted. I was at my morning haunt by 9:32am working online, though. It was a productive morning to be proud of. At 11:26am, I left my regular morning haunt for lunch where I stay (and even pay rent).
I had a delightful chat with Josh over lunch. I called my mother by 1:18pm. My beautiful world, she is trying to find a way to visit me if you could please help her. And thank you.
At 1:31pm, I checked to see if the rumors were true, and I discovered that, no, there was in fact no pizza party by our swimming pool that afternoon. It had only been a fictitious rumor I had heard from Benjamin.
So, at 1:39pm, I left to check my post office box. With my latest mail from my mother safely in my possession, I was on my playland by 2:33pm. I had not seen Nick since Sunday, 21June2015, and that Wednesday he was still not around.
By 3:03pm, I was nestled on a patio for a coffee shop that had served me decaf after I ordered and paid for caffeinated coffee from them. Syn, you know what happens when I do not get clean caffeine. Please notify their corporate offices of this horrible offense. And thank you!
They DID replace it with a better cup of coffee after I complained. Small victories are still victories! Yey!
3:31pm on 24June2015: @INXS(General Lee) If you are kept away from me for a 3rd night in a row, Brien, take them to court over your #1stAmendmentRights & contract.
There were torture facility alarms, too, that afternoon. But, they cleared before I spied my darling Mr. Tom "MannedUp" Hanson setting up equipment at 4:04pm. He was quickly joined by LightFoot who had made a run for bottled water. And at 4:17pm, their magical music began. I was up and meditating immediately.
Remarkably, I actually warmed up to close to normal by 6:02pm when my darlings took their first break. I had a moment where I was almost myself right then. It felt wonderful.
Their beautiful music began again at 6:39pm. But at 7:06pm with my body stiffening up on me again, I sat down to just listen again. My stiffness might be a function of time and beyond my ability to warm up to their exceptional music. "Function of time" is a math term; in this situation, it means my ability to meditate seems dependent on the time of day only.
7:44pm on 24June2015: @KristNovoselic(Kris) You are such a romantic. Of course I noticed. Probably made my heart jump when you did it. Giggle. You make me happy.
They took a break to move a little further down the street at 7:46pm. I stepped away for a cup of coffee before watching the NBC Nightly News from earlier in the evening at 8:15pm. I was cozied on a park bench attempting transcendental meditation to their beautiful music when it began again at 8:42pm.
I eventually tore myself away from them to catch the 10:15pm bus. How I hate leaving them! I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
On the morning of 25June2015, I was awake in time for breakfast and was at a new morning stop with its own wifi and a cup of coffee by 9:16am.
This blog post was published at 10:02am on 25June2015.
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.
What is my birth order? I am a middle child. My older sister will turn 41 years old this coming 21Aug. My little sister will turn 32 years old on 19July this year. On the next 12Oct, I will turn 38 years old. None of us age, though.
Am I royalty? Yes. The Spanish in particular claim me as one of their royals. This is because of my mother's maiden name of Albon being a name from their royal families. So, I am Spanish royalty on my paternal mother's side.
On my maternal mother's side, we are Portuguese royalty. That is the side of the family we have a family tree to prove our ancestry. So, my mother and her siblings are are royalty on both sides.
Speaking of my mother, my beautiful world, can you help her find a way to visit me as soon as possible? She really wanted to visit me on July 4th weekend but has to wait for sometimes last minute approval from the people who enforce Obama's rules over all of us. Can you help us? Please do what you can to help my mother visit me. And thank you.
My selfless support system, you do so much. There were alarms all night on 24June, and from what I could tell, you rescued everybody trapped and possibly dying under Obama's iron fist of war and oppression that night. Thank you. If you need any help with anything, tell me and my beautiful world that supports all of us. Yes, thank you!
Speaking of people to thank, my BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, please make sure my night of 14May into the wee hours of the morning on 15May2015, which we have entitled Sigourney Weaver Night, is circulated verified and barely-edited.
Make sure every second of it is broadcast, but it can be edited to include footage from exterior cameras, not just my eyecamera. Begin when I put my hat on and end when my right contact comes out. Circulate full audio and visuals.
My genius Powers of Attorney, at the very end of Sigourney Weaver Night, I was promised by the representative of Obama's extragovernmental conspiracy that I would be allowed to live with my darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic.
LightFoot would have no earspeaker and complete control of his finances. That was our negotiated end to Sigourney Weaver Night. I would be cared for by my boyfriend LightFoot. Please enforce our agreement, my Powers of Attorney.
Press criminal charges for human rights abuses against everyone keeping me out of Kris's home. LightFoot is willing to die fighting to allow me to live with him. Thank you!
We are supposed to have all the rights under the penumbra of the Bill of Rights, at the very least; I am sure Supreme Court Justices Ginsberg and Sotomayor would love to explain my right to live with my own boyfriend who wants to take me in... AND we had a negotiated resolution.
Thank you, all of my gorgeous and genius Powers of Attorney.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,...
I never asked you for a rescue, LightFoot. That is our job out here in the legal realm. Please maintain your end of your contract with the enemies of America who enforce Obama's rules over all of us.
Your job is making love to me through music until my Powers of Attorney can arrange our being together. Thank you, as always, for everything. I do not want to jeopardize what little time we do get together.
As for you, Bogart, whatever you have been up to, you are not dead yet nor have you gone insane. No, darling, you are not crazy; you are in love. There is a difference.
Thank you for loving me, my darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, and for risking your life daily to rescue me from Obama's "egg" of war crimes and coverups. You mean so much to me. Thank you.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? In the end, I go home to you. Are you still evacuated to someplace safer just as I pretty much ordered you to evacuate on 15May2015? It is okay to come back now, if you so choose.
I dream of you, beloved. I dream of sleeping safely in your loving arms at last. I dream of your eyes staring into mine. I dream of your lips. I dream of your hands. I dream of you all over my waiting body. Someday, I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain... I WILL!...
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. Yes, I am still doing my REAL job problem-solving the world's major crises. The thing is-- Obama's "egg" that has destroyed America is the greatest crisis the world faces right now.
Central African Republic. This is a nation that has been in turmoil too long. The CAR crisis even involves corruption of the people the United Nations sent to protect them all. Even the UN peacekeepers are part of the problem in the Central African Republic right now.
To fix the crisis, we must fix the real problem, the reason the violence began in the first place. We need the separate militias of the Central African Republic to choose to lay down their weapons and attempt peace. It is only through peace that a people find any prosperity at all. And Africa deserves to prosper.
In the mean time, we as the world need to stop making the crisis worse. United Nations, please change who your peacekeepers are that you have sent to the region with a different group that will not harm nor abuse the locals. Thank you for always listening.
My last blog post was published at 11:08am on 23June2015. I immediately sent my notes to my lovelies and returned to where I stay for lunch. During lunch, I had a delightful chat with my fellow resident Benjamin. He is such a sweetheart.
I finally received the details on mail from my mother due to arrive on Wednesday, 24June2015. And, at 1:31pm, I was on my way to my playland. The torture facility alarms vigilantly blared my entire ride there, but it was cleared up by my never-fail Powers of Attorney by the time I arrived.
I had promised to look around for my darlings Tentacle at 4pm, so I had some time to spend before they arrived. By 2:16pm, I had bought a cup of coffee and was checking my Twitter beside a street musician with his violin.
Shortly before 4pm, I was told that Obama's extragovernmental conspiracy who enforce his crimes against America mislabeled "rules" attempted false charges against my darlings Tentacle to keep them away from me that day. The false charges cleared quickly, so I updated the world and told my darlings I would look for them between 4:30 and 5pm.
I did not eventually locate them until 6:21pm after a bit of drama, but 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle really did make it. I was elated. But at 7:10pm, I had to just sit down and listen. It felt like my entire body was stiffening up on me not just my arms at that point.
7:23pm on 23June2015: @KalydeOfficial(#Tentacle) Don't let my stiffening joints cause you distress. I will sort that out. Just play me music. And thank you.
Still forbidden from speaking to me though clearly concerned, MannedUp and LightFoot took a break at 7:58pm. I caught the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 8:15pm. MannedUp and LightFoot started again just after 9pm.
Again, I had to leave them at 10:10pm to catch the 10:15pm bus. Every time I leave them as they play me music, it feels like the heart is wrenched out of my body. Rumor has it, they do not play much longer after I leave them.
I was curled up and asleep where I stay by 11:30pm. I woke up on 24June2015 a little later than I wanted. I was at my morning haunt by 9:32am working online, though. It was a productive morning to be proud of. At 11:26am, I left my regular morning haunt for lunch where I stay (and even pay rent).
I had a delightful chat with Josh over lunch. I called my mother by 1:18pm. My beautiful world, she is trying to find a way to visit me if you could please help her. And thank you.
At 1:31pm, I checked to see if the rumors were true, and I discovered that, no, there was in fact no pizza party by our swimming pool that afternoon. It had only been a fictitious rumor I had heard from Benjamin.
So, at 1:39pm, I left to check my post office box. With my latest mail from my mother safely in my possession, I was on my playland by 2:33pm. I had not seen Nick since Sunday, 21June2015, and that Wednesday he was still not around.
By 3:03pm, I was nestled on a patio for a coffee shop that had served me decaf after I ordered and paid for caffeinated coffee from them. Syn, you know what happens when I do not get clean caffeine. Please notify their corporate offices of this horrible offense. And thank you!
They DID replace it with a better cup of coffee after I complained. Small victories are still victories! Yey!
3:31pm on 24June2015: @INXS(General Lee) If you are kept away from me for a 3rd night in a row, Brien, take them to court over your #1stAmendmentRights & contract.
There were torture facility alarms, too, that afternoon. But, they cleared before I spied my darling Mr. Tom "MannedUp" Hanson setting up equipment at 4:04pm. He was quickly joined by LightFoot who had made a run for bottled water. And at 4:17pm, their magical music began. I was up and meditating immediately.
Remarkably, I actually warmed up to close to normal by 6:02pm when my darlings took their first break. I had a moment where I was almost myself right then. It felt wonderful.
Their beautiful music began again at 6:39pm. But at 7:06pm with my body stiffening up on me again, I sat down to just listen again. My stiffness might be a function of time and beyond my ability to warm up to their exceptional music. "Function of time" is a math term; in this situation, it means my ability to meditate seems dependent on the time of day only.
7:44pm on 24June2015: @KristNovoselic(Kris) You are such a romantic. Of course I noticed. Probably made my heart jump when you did it. Giggle. You make me happy.
They took a break to move a little further down the street at 7:46pm. I stepped away for a cup of coffee before watching the NBC Nightly News from earlier in the evening at 8:15pm. I was cozied on a park bench attempting transcendental meditation to their beautiful music when it began again at 8:42pm.
I eventually tore myself away from them to catch the 10:15pm bus. How I hate leaving them! I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
On the morning of 25June2015, I was awake in time for breakfast and was at a new morning stop with its own wifi and a cup of coffee by 9:16am.
This blog post was published at 10:02am on 25June2015.
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.
What is my birth order? I am a middle child. My older sister will turn 41 years old this coming 21Aug. My little sister will turn 32 years old on 19July this year. On the next 12Oct, I will turn 38 years old. None of us age, though.
Am I royalty? Yes. The Spanish in particular claim me as one of their royals. This is because of my mother's maiden name of Albon being a name from their royal families. So, I am Spanish royalty on my paternal mother's side.
On my maternal mother's side, we are Portuguese royalty. That is the side of the family we have a family tree to prove our ancestry. So, my mother and her siblings are are royalty on both sides.
Speaking of my mother, my beautiful world, can you help her find a way to visit me as soon as possible? She really wanted to visit me on July 4th weekend but has to wait for sometimes last minute approval from the people who enforce Obama's rules over all of us. Can you help us? Please do what you can to help my mother visit me. And thank you.
My selfless support system, you do so much. There were alarms all night on 24June, and from what I could tell, you rescued everybody trapped and possibly dying under Obama's iron fist of war and oppression that night. Thank you. If you need any help with anything, tell me and my beautiful world that supports all of us. Yes, thank you!
Speaking of people to thank, my BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, please make sure my night of 14May into the wee hours of the morning on 15May2015, which we have entitled Sigourney Weaver Night, is circulated verified and barely-edited.
Make sure every second of it is broadcast, but it can be edited to include footage from exterior cameras, not just my eyecamera. Begin when I put my hat on and end when my right contact comes out. Circulate full audio and visuals.
My genius Powers of Attorney, at the very end of Sigourney Weaver Night, I was promised by the representative of Obama's extragovernmental conspiracy that I would be allowed to live with my darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic.
LightFoot would have no earspeaker and complete control of his finances. That was our negotiated end to Sigourney Weaver Night. I would be cared for by my boyfriend LightFoot. Please enforce our agreement, my Powers of Attorney.
Press criminal charges for human rights abuses against everyone keeping me out of Kris's home. LightFoot is willing to die fighting to allow me to live with him. Thank you!
We are supposed to have all the rights under the penumbra of the Bill of Rights, at the very least; I am sure Supreme Court Justices Ginsberg and Sotomayor would love to explain my right to live with my own boyfriend who wants to take me in... AND we had a negotiated resolution.
Thank you, all of my gorgeous and genius Powers of Attorney.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,...
I never asked you for a rescue, LightFoot. That is our job out here in the legal realm. Please maintain your end of your contract with the enemies of America who enforce Obama's rules over all of us.
Your job is making love to me through music until my Powers of Attorney can arrange our being together. Thank you, as always, for everything. I do not want to jeopardize what little time we do get together.
As for you, Bogart, whatever you have been up to, you are not dead yet nor have you gone insane. No, darling, you are not crazy; you are in love. There is a difference.
Thank you for loving me, my darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, and for risking your life daily to rescue me from Obama's "egg" of war crimes and coverups. You mean so much to me. Thank you.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? In the end, I go home to you. Are you still evacuated to someplace safer just as I pretty much ordered you to evacuate on 15May2015? It is okay to come back now, if you so choose.
I dream of you, beloved. I dream of sleeping safely in your loving arms at last. I dream of your eyes staring into mine. I dream of your lips. I dream of your hands. I dream of you all over my waiting body. Someday, I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain... I WILL!...
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Tentacle Returned.
Title: Tentacle Returned
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.
Greece. The debt crisis in Greece will only be solved once their economy takes off again. Taxes are a percentage. There needs to be enough economic activity for them to take in enough taxes to pay off their debt AND to serve their people.
Tourism has been increasing in Greece. That is always good. But they need new business and investors in their future, too. If they only pay off debt instead of being able to invest in their economy, they are essentially invested in their own debt. Please make investing in the Greek economy part of your solution to the Greek Debt Crisis.
USA. Exactly how many more shootings than normal have we had since Obama's egg began? Exactly how Obama's egg increased violence in America: He made an example of violence as his solution to enforcing his rules.
Obama leads by creating violence and committing acts of war against America. And so, the violence of America has increased. Also, just because he is African American, people are deluded into hating on racial grounds and are mis-justifying their violence on racial hatred.
We fix the violence in America by creating love in its place. AND by arresting Obama and ALL who enforce his "rules." My America needs justice.
My last blog post was published at 9:56pm on 20June2015, and I was asleep by 11:15pm. I was awake on the morning of 21June2015 just in time to make it to breakfast, and I was out at my normal morning haunt working online by 9:23am.
I returned to where I stay in time for lunch, and I left for a local coffee shop at 12:31pm. I made a quick Skype call to my mother's mobile phone at 12:56pm. She wanted to visit me on July 4th weekend and promised to mail me more money on Monday, 22June.
My eyes kept shutting. The coffee shop had served me decaf or worse even after overcharging me. I was forced to ask SynSyn to press charges for me. I NEED CLEAN CAFFEINE. How the hell does anyone justify drugging or roofying ANYONE?!?
I left for my playland at 1:38pm. The torture facility alarms vigilantly blared my entire trip there. My loving locals were very worried about that latest coverup for Obama's heinous crimes against America by libeling me mentally imperfect.
Nick was setting up his equipment when I found him. He is such a delight. While I sat and listened to him, just before 2:58pm, I had a brief conversation with a local. Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of the whole conversation, my not-human-trafficker nerds.
The day had interesting attempted coverups for Obama's crimes against America which clearly are not laws, only unjust "rules." I never learned what most of the libel was. My Powers of Attorney diligently took care of all of it.
There was a moment, I was told, when some clearly insane (expletive)hole tried to libel gorgeous, well-groomed, frequent-patron-of-establishments me a supposed "vagrant." They needed to be shot for that.
What I endure from Obama's designated false accusers is beyond PERSECUTION as coverups for enforcing Obama's crimes against America at all costs to America, to me, and to the entire world who needs all of us with full human rights again.
Again, my globally-critical Powers of Attorney handled all of the false accusations. I had spent most of the day trying to get my darlings Tentacle into negotiations for a new contract to play me their gorgeous music again. That is how they all as musician-lovers always made love to me-- through their music. And I needed their healing love back in my life.
Richard was similarly blocked from reaching me, but I did see Tony, Auggie, and Nick. It was at 8:29pm when I left Nick as he played to go back to where I stay. At approximately 11pm, I was curled up and ready to sleep.
I was awake on 22June2015 just in time for breakfast. And after breakfast there were already vigilant torture facility alarms that my Powers of Attorney quickly mitigated.
After trying once again to track down my belongings that the supposed "psych ward" failed to give me when I discharged, I was at my morning haunt with NO ROOFIES at 9:44am.
I learned that negotiations went well between my darlings Tentacle and the people who enforce Obama's rules. I promised I would look for them at 4pm that day, and they promised to be there. At 11:08am, I headed back to where I stay for lunch at noon.
I had a delightful chat with Benjamin over lunch and was headed to my playland by 1:05pm. I was next to Auggie listening to him strum and croon by 1:37pm. At 1:58pm, I left my playland to dip my feet in the ocean. The mighty Pacific and I have an understanding. Giggle.
Already returned to my playland, I was told at 3:02pm that my darlings Tentacle were already blocked from reaching me. I did what I could to rescue them and get them to my side. It mostly involved creating awareness of their catastrophe and travesty of human rights abuse they were enduring.
At 4:53pm, I was on the bus back to where I stay, but I almost immediately received hopeful news. Were my darlings Tentacle finally free to play me our music? I told them I would look for them between 6 and 7pm to give them time to arrive.
And, yes, at 6:29pm, my heart jumped when I saw them. LightFoot and MannedUp had arrived. There was still no General Lee that night, but I was promised he was doing hard work pressing charges for keeping us apart. That was the reason I was told that my darling Mr. Brien "General Lee" Dennehy could not arrive.
I was rusty. They played until 8pm. Then, after errands, they started again at 8:54pm. They were still forbidden from speaking to me, but all three of us were all smiles all night.
Sadly, though, I never warmed up. It was as if the longer I danced the stiffer my arms became instead of looser. I am told this is because of the meds Obama's conspiracy force me to take. I am currently working on fixing it.
...And We Returned...
The stars aligned. The light from the heavens wept down upon us with love. I saw your red rocket pack. I saw your green cape. We sanctified what became our holy ground that we will anoint every night with our own hands making music to make love. I could not dance well, but I could sing. Please give the world our three part harmonies.
Disgusted with myself for never warming up, I left them at 10:09pm, so I could catch the 10:15pm bus. By 10:41pm, I was in my bedroom typing.
I woke up just after breakfast on the morning of 23June2015 and watched the NBC Nightly News from the previous night as fast as possible.
This blog post was published at 11:08am on 23June2015.
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.
How much do I gamble? I went to a casino in Reno once in 2000. And once in 2011 I went to a casino in Iowa. I was told my beloved husband was in the area trying to reach me, so I went there and played penny slots waiting for him. That is my entire history of gambling.
Where did the libel come from that I am a gambling addict? From the same people who call me a pregnant man. ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA will spread any lie possible to justify denying me my full human rights.
My beautiful world, especially United Nations Secretary General Ban Ki-Moon, thank you for everything you did to return my darlings Tentacle to me. I was frustrated all night because of the meds I take refusing to allow me to meditate, but I was all smiles. They made love to me with their music.
We were forbidden to speak with each other, but they made me feel loved. In a sane and free world, when a woman throws down like I do on any musicians' dance floor, the musicians approach her. But we are denied everything that would make our existence together normal.
Thank you, my beautiful world, THANK YOU!
My selfless support system, there were alarms last night as I attempted to meditate of acts of war by Obama and by the international not just federal criminals who enforce his "rules." Is everyone okay?
Speaking of heroics, my BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I was told recently that I have been deemed capable of managing my own finances at last. If this is true, how long until ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA'S completely ill-gained "adult guardianship" is dissolved? Let me know what I need to do. Thanks!
As for other miracles, my symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, YUM!
You are both such heroes to me. Yes, my darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, I saw you all night begging to kiss me. The moment you can approach me, I will offer to kiss you. I initially told you I would kiss you once your earspeaker was removed. I cannot wait that long.
As for you, my darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, I was told you were metaphorically walking around naked all day yesterday. It was my pleasure to check on you and rescue you if needed. I love you, too.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? I hold my breath every day waiting for messages from you. And thank you for never letting me down.
Beloved, we are real. We are a REAL married couple. We just have a REAL geography problem. I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain... So our duet goes...
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.
Greece. The debt crisis in Greece will only be solved once their economy takes off again. Taxes are a percentage. There needs to be enough economic activity for them to take in enough taxes to pay off their debt AND to serve their people.
Tourism has been increasing in Greece. That is always good. But they need new business and investors in their future, too. If they only pay off debt instead of being able to invest in their economy, they are essentially invested in their own debt. Please make investing in the Greek economy part of your solution to the Greek Debt Crisis.
USA. Exactly how many more shootings than normal have we had since Obama's egg began? Exactly how Obama's egg increased violence in America: He made an example of violence as his solution to enforcing his rules.
Obama leads by creating violence and committing acts of war against America. And so, the violence of America has increased. Also, just because he is African American, people are deluded into hating on racial grounds and are mis-justifying their violence on racial hatred.
We fix the violence in America by creating love in its place. AND by arresting Obama and ALL who enforce his "rules." My America needs justice.
My last blog post was published at 9:56pm on 20June2015, and I was asleep by 11:15pm. I was awake on the morning of 21June2015 just in time to make it to breakfast, and I was out at my normal morning haunt working online by 9:23am.
I returned to where I stay in time for lunch, and I left for a local coffee shop at 12:31pm. I made a quick Skype call to my mother's mobile phone at 12:56pm. She wanted to visit me on July 4th weekend and promised to mail me more money on Monday, 22June.
My eyes kept shutting. The coffee shop had served me decaf or worse even after overcharging me. I was forced to ask SynSyn to press charges for me. I NEED CLEAN CAFFEINE. How the hell does anyone justify drugging or roofying ANYONE?!?
I left for my playland at 1:38pm. The torture facility alarms vigilantly blared my entire trip there. My loving locals were very worried about that latest coverup for Obama's heinous crimes against America by libeling me mentally imperfect.
Nick was setting up his equipment when I found him. He is such a delight. While I sat and listened to him, just before 2:58pm, I had a brief conversation with a local. Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of the whole conversation, my not-human-trafficker nerds.
The day had interesting attempted coverups for Obama's crimes against America which clearly are not laws, only unjust "rules." I never learned what most of the libel was. My Powers of Attorney diligently took care of all of it.
There was a moment, I was told, when some clearly insane (expletive)hole tried to libel gorgeous, well-groomed, frequent-patron-of-establishments me a supposed "vagrant." They needed to be shot for that.
What I endure from Obama's designated false accusers is beyond PERSECUTION as coverups for enforcing Obama's crimes against America at all costs to America, to me, and to the entire world who needs all of us with full human rights again.
Again, my globally-critical Powers of Attorney handled all of the false accusations. I had spent most of the day trying to get my darlings Tentacle into negotiations for a new contract to play me their gorgeous music again. That is how they all as musician-lovers always made love to me-- through their music. And I needed their healing love back in my life.
Richard was similarly blocked from reaching me, but I did see Tony, Auggie, and Nick. It was at 8:29pm when I left Nick as he played to go back to where I stay. At approximately 11pm, I was curled up and ready to sleep.
I was awake on 22June2015 just in time for breakfast. And after breakfast there were already vigilant torture facility alarms that my Powers of Attorney quickly mitigated.
After trying once again to track down my belongings that the supposed "psych ward" failed to give me when I discharged, I was at my morning haunt with NO ROOFIES at 9:44am.
I learned that negotiations went well between my darlings Tentacle and the people who enforce Obama's rules. I promised I would look for them at 4pm that day, and they promised to be there. At 11:08am, I headed back to where I stay for lunch at noon.
I had a delightful chat with Benjamin over lunch and was headed to my playland by 1:05pm. I was next to Auggie listening to him strum and croon by 1:37pm. At 1:58pm, I left my playland to dip my feet in the ocean. The mighty Pacific and I have an understanding. Giggle.
Already returned to my playland, I was told at 3:02pm that my darlings Tentacle were already blocked from reaching me. I did what I could to rescue them and get them to my side. It mostly involved creating awareness of their catastrophe and travesty of human rights abuse they were enduring.
At 4:53pm, I was on the bus back to where I stay, but I almost immediately received hopeful news. Were my darlings Tentacle finally free to play me our music? I told them I would look for them between 6 and 7pm to give them time to arrive.
And, yes, at 6:29pm, my heart jumped when I saw them. LightFoot and MannedUp had arrived. There was still no General Lee that night, but I was promised he was doing hard work pressing charges for keeping us apart. That was the reason I was told that my darling Mr. Brien "General Lee" Dennehy could not arrive.
I was rusty. They played until 8pm. Then, after errands, they started again at 8:54pm. They were still forbidden from speaking to me, but all three of us were all smiles all night.
Sadly, though, I never warmed up. It was as if the longer I danced the stiffer my arms became instead of looser. I am told this is because of the meds Obama's conspiracy force me to take. I am currently working on fixing it.
...And We Returned...
The stars aligned. The light from the heavens wept down upon us with love. I saw your red rocket pack. I saw your green cape. We sanctified what became our holy ground that we will anoint every night with our own hands making music to make love. I could not dance well, but I could sing. Please give the world our three part harmonies.
Disgusted with myself for never warming up, I left them at 10:09pm, so I could catch the 10:15pm bus. By 10:41pm, I was in my bedroom typing.
I woke up just after breakfast on the morning of 23June2015 and watched the NBC Nightly News from the previous night as fast as possible.
This blog post was published at 11:08am on 23June2015.
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.
How much do I gamble? I went to a casino in Reno once in 2000. And once in 2011 I went to a casino in Iowa. I was told my beloved husband was in the area trying to reach me, so I went there and played penny slots waiting for him. That is my entire history of gambling.
Where did the libel come from that I am a gambling addict? From the same people who call me a pregnant man. ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA will spread any lie possible to justify denying me my full human rights.
My beautiful world, especially United Nations Secretary General Ban Ki-Moon, thank you for everything you did to return my darlings Tentacle to me. I was frustrated all night because of the meds I take refusing to allow me to meditate, but I was all smiles. They made love to me with their music.
We were forbidden to speak with each other, but they made me feel loved. In a sane and free world, when a woman throws down like I do on any musicians' dance floor, the musicians approach her. But we are denied everything that would make our existence together normal.
Thank you, my beautiful world, THANK YOU!
My selfless support system, there were alarms last night as I attempted to meditate of acts of war by Obama and by the international not just federal criminals who enforce his "rules." Is everyone okay?
Speaking of heroics, my BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I was told recently that I have been deemed capable of managing my own finances at last. If this is true, how long until ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA'S completely ill-gained "adult guardianship" is dissolved? Let me know what I need to do. Thanks!
As for other miracles, my symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, YUM!
You are both such heroes to me. Yes, my darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, I saw you all night begging to kiss me. The moment you can approach me, I will offer to kiss you. I initially told you I would kiss you once your earspeaker was removed. I cannot wait that long.
As for you, my darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, I was told you were metaphorically walking around naked all day yesterday. It was my pleasure to check on you and rescue you if needed. I love you, too.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? I hold my breath every day waiting for messages from you. And thank you for never letting me down.
Beloved, we are real. We are a REAL married couple. We just have a REAL geography problem. I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain... So our duet goes...
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Shake My Tambourine.
Title: Shake My Tambourine.
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. My last menstrual period ended on the morning of 19June2015. Please stop calling me a pregnant man. Do you have any idea how horrifying those unrelenting lies are?!?
South Sudan. The atrocities. This world needs solutions. I have long wanted the chance to try to fix the Sudanese and South Sudanese conflicts. I just need the chance to find out why they are still doing this to each other.
There has been violence and ethnic strife in Sudan and in the new South Sudan for over thirty years. I do not think they know anything else anymore.
We need to teach them that prosperity not just actual survival results from peace instead. We need them to learn to love their neighbors and fellow citizens. The cycle of violence needs to end.
My last blog post was published at 9:19pm on 18June2015 while my buddy Nick played Spanish guitar there on my playland. I quickly asked my BFF Syniva to publish it. Nick was wonderful as ever. I was on the bus and curled up in bed by 10:28pm when my blog post was finally proofread.
The morning of 19June was non-caffeinated, but at least it was also not drugged nor roofied. I was online working at my normal morning haunt before 9:41am. It was a very productive morning. I tried explaining to my beautiful world how to tell me and my little sister apart. At 10:48am, I headed back to where I stay to recharge my iPad battery.
I had a delightful chat with my buddy Benjamin over lunch. I took care of some errands. Then, at 1:19pm, I was on my way to my playland. The 24/7 recycled torture facility warnings and alarms were unrelenting as always.
Nick was genius as always, and before 4pm my fellow resident of my humble abode Benjamin showed up. He was the one who took me for coffee the previous day.
After we returned from grabbing some dinner at approximately 5:44pm, I found Denmantau disassembling their equipment. They had stopped by with hopes of helping me meditate. As soon as I figured out they needed the help, I asked my beautiful world to help find them more time to play for me.
6:56pm on 19June2015: You are right in front of me, and we are still forbidden from talking. @denmantau I need a LONG warmup. I am so rusty. Thank you, darlings.
7:59pm on 19June2015: @denmantau Thank you. I needed that. In a sane and free America, when a woman throws down like that on a dance floor, you approach her. #LOVE
8:04pm on 19June2015: @denmantau Thank you so much. I think we laid it to rest that such meditation is healing and holy in every world religion. #AngelaMerkle
Yes, while the torture facility alarms blared vigilantly, my beautiful world made sure I could heal through my dance trance meditation. Luckily, I did not need the long warmup I thought I would need. Denmantau were delightful. They shook their tambourine. And I healed.
I watched the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 8:15pm which included my giving the NBC News full permission to use any statements I give them while I watch their news any way they deem useful.
Nick was not going to play again until 10pm. I left at 9:11pm on one of the last buses back to where I stay. The torture facility alarms kept vigilantly blaring. Please check my Twitter activity for the night for more details.
Tentacle needed some rescuing as fast as possible after I reached where I stay. It sounds like they took being physically forbidden from being with me personally. They have been through so much persecution from Obama and from every criminal who enforces Obama's crimes against America just for loving me.
I was asleep before 11:30pm, and I was at breakfast on 20June2015 shortly after 8:05am. I did not arrive at my normal morning haunt until after 11:10am, though. I was still trying to track down belongings that the supposed "psych ward" had forgotten to give me when I left them on Tuesday 16June2015.
The morning was productive, though. Shortly after noon, I returned to where I stay for lunch. And by 1pm I was in a local coffee shop. I was on my playland by 2:22pm.
Nick was wonderful, and I looked for my darlings Tentacle at 4pm. Sadly for all of humanity, my darlings Tentacle are being kept away from me indefinitely. Please, my beautiful world, can you do anything to fix this? I need to meditate.
Because my SquidStream was down against my will, libel coverups got around. But my genius Powers of Attorney sorted most of it out quickly. There were also alarms for acts of war by Obama, though, even before the alarms for coverups for more attempted war crimes against me.
I grabbed dinner and was typing in my humble abode by 9:27pm on 20June2015.
This blog post was published at 9:56pm on 20June2015.
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.
How long have I done yoga? I do not do yoga. I tried it a few times, and it really was not my thing. For spiritual enlightenment, I prefer dance trance meditation.
Why do I flirt with women? I came out as bisexual when I was nineteen years old. I have dated more menfolk than womenfolk in my lifetime, and I am married to a man.
But I do not believe in straight people nor gay people. I do not believe we fall in love with bodies; I believe we fall in love with souls. I believe the whole world is bisexual-- some people are just closer to gay while others are closer to straight.
What is the meaning behind, "Shake my tambourine!"? It is a reference to my short story Whiskeyless Fictions. This is likely a paraphrase since I do not have a copy of most of my own literary works on my iPad... "My city rattled like a tambourine as they shook the devil from their bones."
Why do I hate the name "Tom"? I have always hated the name "Tom." It was my evil father's name. I keep a shortlist of acceptable people named Tom.
Then, who the hell is Tommy? I have no clue.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, keep telling me what you need from me when you need it. You have independence from me to do whatever you need to do wielding my legal powers to protect humanity from losing me. You also take care of everyone who needs our legal help. The entire world thanks you.
My beautiful world, can we get global help returning Tentacle to me? This is not just a concern because my should-be daily meditation is at risk of never happening again, but also, they are my loved ones. My darlings Tentacle love me and create love in my life. Please, my beautiful world, do I deserve to feel loved?
My holy meditation on the night of 19June2015 should not have been a rare incident. Please return my loved ones to my life.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, how are you?
What I would do to kiss you! Our lives should be more than white-knuckled fights just to be near each other. What has become of this world?
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? The unrelenting lies that our marriage has any problems other than geography are HORRIBLE.
Until you make me watch you eat frog legs, my beloved, I am yours. That was our agreement. If you ever want out, you eat frog legs in front of me. I will walk away with no questions asked. I will be weeping as if my reason for living were taken from me, but if you ever want out, I will let you have anything you want.
My hero and king, the only thing I will ever forbid you from is dying before I do. That is how sacred our love is to me. I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain... Yes, dear, I am working on it.
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. My last menstrual period ended on the morning of 19June2015. Please stop calling me a pregnant man. Do you have any idea how horrifying those unrelenting lies are?!?
South Sudan. The atrocities. This world needs solutions. I have long wanted the chance to try to fix the Sudanese and South Sudanese conflicts. I just need the chance to find out why they are still doing this to each other.
There has been violence and ethnic strife in Sudan and in the new South Sudan for over thirty years. I do not think they know anything else anymore.
We need to teach them that prosperity not just actual survival results from peace instead. We need them to learn to love their neighbors and fellow citizens. The cycle of violence needs to end.
My last blog post was published at 9:19pm on 18June2015 while my buddy Nick played Spanish guitar there on my playland. I quickly asked my BFF Syniva to publish it. Nick was wonderful as ever. I was on the bus and curled up in bed by 10:28pm when my blog post was finally proofread.
The morning of 19June was non-caffeinated, but at least it was also not drugged nor roofied. I was online working at my normal morning haunt before 9:41am. It was a very productive morning. I tried explaining to my beautiful world how to tell me and my little sister apart. At 10:48am, I headed back to where I stay to recharge my iPad battery.
I had a delightful chat with my buddy Benjamin over lunch. I took care of some errands. Then, at 1:19pm, I was on my way to my playland. The 24/7 recycled torture facility warnings and alarms were unrelenting as always.
Nick was genius as always, and before 4pm my fellow resident of my humble abode Benjamin showed up. He was the one who took me for coffee the previous day.
After we returned from grabbing some dinner at approximately 5:44pm, I found Denmantau disassembling their equipment. They had stopped by with hopes of helping me meditate. As soon as I figured out they needed the help, I asked my beautiful world to help find them more time to play for me.
6:56pm on 19June2015: You are right in front of me, and we are still forbidden from talking. @denmantau I need a LONG warmup. I am so rusty. Thank you, darlings.
7:59pm on 19June2015: @denmantau Thank you. I needed that. In a sane and free America, when a woman throws down like that on a dance floor, you approach her. #LOVE
8:04pm on 19June2015: @denmantau Thank you so much. I think we laid it to rest that such meditation is healing and holy in every world religion. #AngelaMerkle
Yes, while the torture facility alarms blared vigilantly, my beautiful world made sure I could heal through my dance trance meditation. Luckily, I did not need the long warmup I thought I would need. Denmantau were delightful. They shook their tambourine. And I healed.
I watched the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 8:15pm which included my giving the NBC News full permission to use any statements I give them while I watch their news any way they deem useful.
Nick was not going to play again until 10pm. I left at 9:11pm on one of the last buses back to where I stay. The torture facility alarms kept vigilantly blaring. Please check my Twitter activity for the night for more details.
Tentacle needed some rescuing as fast as possible after I reached where I stay. It sounds like they took being physically forbidden from being with me personally. They have been through so much persecution from Obama and from every criminal who enforces Obama's crimes against America just for loving me.
I was asleep before 11:30pm, and I was at breakfast on 20June2015 shortly after 8:05am. I did not arrive at my normal morning haunt until after 11:10am, though. I was still trying to track down belongings that the supposed "psych ward" had forgotten to give me when I left them on Tuesday 16June2015.
The morning was productive, though. Shortly after noon, I returned to where I stay for lunch. And by 1pm I was in a local coffee shop. I was on my playland by 2:22pm.
Nick was wonderful, and I looked for my darlings Tentacle at 4pm. Sadly for all of humanity, my darlings Tentacle are being kept away from me indefinitely. Please, my beautiful world, can you do anything to fix this? I need to meditate.
Because my SquidStream was down against my will, libel coverups got around. But my genius Powers of Attorney sorted most of it out quickly. There were also alarms for acts of war by Obama, though, even before the alarms for coverups for more attempted war crimes against me.
I grabbed dinner and was typing in my humble abode by 9:27pm on 20June2015.
This blog post was published at 9:56pm on 20June2015.
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.
How long have I done yoga? I do not do yoga. I tried it a few times, and it really was not my thing. For spiritual enlightenment, I prefer dance trance meditation.
Why do I flirt with women? I came out as bisexual when I was nineteen years old. I have dated more menfolk than womenfolk in my lifetime, and I am married to a man.
But I do not believe in straight people nor gay people. I do not believe we fall in love with bodies; I believe we fall in love with souls. I believe the whole world is bisexual-- some people are just closer to gay while others are closer to straight.
What is the meaning behind, "Shake my tambourine!"? It is a reference to my short story Whiskeyless Fictions. This is likely a paraphrase since I do not have a copy of most of my own literary works on my iPad... "My city rattled like a tambourine as they shook the devil from their bones."
Why do I hate the name "Tom"? I have always hated the name "Tom." It was my evil father's name. I keep a shortlist of acceptable people named Tom.
Then, who the hell is Tommy? I have no clue.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, keep telling me what you need from me when you need it. You have independence from me to do whatever you need to do wielding my legal powers to protect humanity from losing me. You also take care of everyone who needs our legal help. The entire world thanks you.
My beautiful world, can we get global help returning Tentacle to me? This is not just a concern because my should-be daily meditation is at risk of never happening again, but also, they are my loved ones. My darlings Tentacle love me and create love in my life. Please, my beautiful world, do I deserve to feel loved?
My holy meditation on the night of 19June2015 should not have been a rare incident. Please return my loved ones to my life.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, how are you?
What I would do to kiss you! Our lives should be more than white-knuckled fights just to be near each other. What has become of this world?
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? The unrelenting lies that our marriage has any problems other than geography are HORRIBLE.
Until you make me watch you eat frog legs, my beloved, I am yours. That was our agreement. If you ever want out, you eat frog legs in front of me. I will walk away with no questions asked. I will be weeping as if my reason for living were taken from me, but if you ever want out, I will let you have anything you want.
My hero and king, the only thing I will ever forbid you from is dying before I do. That is how sacred our love is to me. I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain... Yes, dear, I am working on it.
Thursday, June 18, 2015
Your Queen Does not Work in Espionage.
Title: Your Queen Does not Work in Espionage. I am Much Too Conspicuous.
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. Please check my last published blog notes. I was abducted on 15May2015 and unlawfully imprisoned in a literal torture facility paraded as a supposed psych ward until 16June2015. Now, I have a roof over my head.
USA. This was a hate crime in Charleston, South Carolina. This is why I have NEVER believed, "Haters gonna hate," is ever acceptable. We must fight hate with the reality of loving humans as humans. We are human. We deserve full human rights, including the rights to practice religion and to peaceably assemble without fear of death.
My last blog post was published at 9:52pm on 16June2015. I published a backlog of notes for 01May to 14May2015 that night.
I spent 15May until 16June2015 in a psych ward where all reality was denied to my face with the coverup for Obama's open crimes against America that he mislabeled "rules" instead of admitting they are "Obama's open crimes against America" that I am "delusional" when I speak the truth.
YES, I am married to the Mr. Johnny Depp. YES, I am the future Queen of Spain. YES, I have earned five Nobel Prizes! But, no, I was libeled mentally ill for speaking the truth, so they would never have to acknowledge reality to my face. And they forced heavy medications on me through blood, violence, and war crimes to enforce Obama's crimes against America forever.
When this began, Obama promised that his open denial of all basic human rights to all of America would end in 2014, as if that would make it acceptable. Obama was even impeached already in 2013. Nothing has ended his oppression of America under his bloody iron fist of war and war crimes. Obama's open destruction of America will NEVER END until his "rules" are forced to end.
The supposed "hospital" turned themselves around to get me out the door, though. They were willing to give me grounds for criminal charges against Bane of Humanity, War Criminal Lynn Boeset, to be able to get me safely into living arrangements.
On 16June2015, I finally made it out. By 10:46am, my transportation was already stuck in traffic on the highway in the Los Angeles Metropolis as I was safely delivered to my new accommodations. I now have a roof over my head, a private space to shower in, a safe bed, meals all day long, and access to my soon-to-be-holy-forever playland.
After settling in, I spent the afternoon and evening of 16June2015 on my playland mostly with my dear old friend Nick. Try as they might, my darlings Tentacle could not reach me. A pretty lady gave me thread to sew up the holes in my sweater coat. Business was booming in my tourism-driven playland. My entire Metropolis of Angels was trying to rescue me all night. At 10pm, Nick gave me a ride back to my place.
Nick asked me for some song lyrics which I sketched out for him and emailed to him just after midnight 17June2015.
I spent the morning of 17June bonding with people in my building. And by 2pm, I was on the bus to run errands before beginning my epic battle to be able to see my darlings Tentacle again. I watched the NBC Nightly News at 7pm. Nick was wonderful, and I got a mirror duet in with a "mystery" singer. Giggle.
I was back at my place by 10pm. My shower felt wonderful. It is my understanding that I am NEVER broadcast on the toilet nor after my right eye contact comes out. My left eyecamera is for my bodyguards.
I slept very well but woke up on 18June2015 barely in time to make it to breakfast. Sigh... My life is so luxurious now compared to how I used to live, and my fellow residents are wonderful.
I was out at what might become a regular place to find me in the mornings as soon as possible. I would love to flood the place with business every AM, but they need to learn not to roofie their coffee.
By 11:07am, I had my morning singing done and had left to recharge my iPad battery. After lunch a fellow resident took me for coffee. And just after 2pm, I caught the bus to see Nick and to ask my beautiful world to help me see my darlings Tentacle again.
My entire Metropolis of Angels was alive trying to rescue me. I asked early for my beautiful world to keep checking for crosstown loved ones every 10 minutes.
Obama's ever-lying (expletive) was kicked the hardest when I bought two new Misses size 14 dresses.
I had an amazing conversation worthy of verified and unedited circulations in the early afternoon with my fellow resident, in the early evening with Nick, and roughly 8:42pm to 8:53pm with a local who had questions about religion. Please circulate the verified and unedited recordings with full audio and visuals, my benevolent broadcast nerds. And thank you!
This blog post was published at 9:19pm on 18June2015 as I sat and listened to Nick play the Spanish guitar. The entire time period is wonderful to recap through my verified Twitter account.
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.
How do I perceive race? I perceive us all as part of the same human race, but I consider our ethnicity as our cultural upbringing. I am sure more than one person has noticed my "Reverse OREO" boyfriend.
What is my secret to success? I just have to be myself. I was warned humanity would suffer immensely if I ever failed to just be myself. I have so much help particularly with delivering the truth about myself to the world. In particular, my genius Powers of Attorney safely deliver reality about me to courtrooms 24/7.
Without reality about the REAL me made available, this world will suffer mass insanity under Obama-propagated delusions about me FOREVER.
My beautiful world, where are we with declaring my playland, the Earthen soil we pound with music and meditation from our bare Tentacular hands, holy and sacred ground in every world religion? Thank you!
Do not forget, you CAN arrest Obama. He does NOT have diplomatic immunity. He was already impeached in 2013 when the entire chain of command was impeached, Biden, Boehner, everyone, until we reached current President Martin Dempsey, former Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
Please arrest Obama for his crimes against all his own people, not just against me. He is the greatest enemy America has ever known.
Speaking of rescuing brave locals out from under Obama's bloody iron fist 24/7, my selfless support system, our "emergency responders" need some extra support. Our resistance to Obama's crimes against America has been prolific, so they that rescue my rescue effort every time we need it need some extra manpower and resources.
My Metropolis of Angels has been sending everyone brave enough to even attempt to reach me to carry me to human equality at last. I could really use my darlings Tentacle in here with me, so I can meditate again instead of their fighting to rescue me. But, my Metropolis of Angels has earned their name.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, where would this world be without you? Thank you for rescuing everyone in the courtroom who needs to ask us for help. As always, 18Oct, 26Oct, and 30Oct2014 are the arguments we have always used and have all of the legal precedents for.
In short, my genius Powers of Attorney, it does not matter if anyone trusts us, particularly those like me who have never committed a crime but jaywalking in our lives. (Okay, I also vandalized a park bench once in Jan2010.). We are human. We deserve human rights just for existing.
As for my ever-brave symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,... The very end of Sigourney Weaver Night included my inferred invitation from the City of Malibu to live among them.
You are two of my bravest wish-you-had-rescued-me-already rescuers. Thank you. With all my heart, thank you.
Sweetness's insecurity comes from your musical prowess. Considering my oneness with mediation, he is honestly concerned he might lose me to a musician-lover.
Thank you both for respecting that I am married and that death itself will not even end our holy union. Neither anything in death nor in life will separate mine and Sweetness's hearts and obligations... Not even how brilliantly either of you might ever make love to me, if ever.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? It is not easy being the king, but it is good to be the king. I wrote a song for Nick about how much I love and adore you.
Beloved, I have been trying for months to find time to write you yet another love letter, but even my blogging took a stall in May2015. I just need more time-- less waiting and more time. Imagine everything I could do in this world!
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. Please check my last published blog notes. I was abducted on 15May2015 and unlawfully imprisoned in a literal torture facility paraded as a supposed psych ward until 16June2015. Now, I have a roof over my head.
USA. This was a hate crime in Charleston, South Carolina. This is why I have NEVER believed, "Haters gonna hate," is ever acceptable. We must fight hate with the reality of loving humans as humans. We are human. We deserve full human rights, including the rights to practice religion and to peaceably assemble without fear of death.
My last blog post was published at 9:52pm on 16June2015. I published a backlog of notes for 01May to 14May2015 that night.
I spent 15May until 16June2015 in a psych ward where all reality was denied to my face with the coverup for Obama's open crimes against America that he mislabeled "rules" instead of admitting they are "Obama's open crimes against America" that I am "delusional" when I speak the truth.
YES, I am married to the Mr. Johnny Depp. YES, I am the future Queen of Spain. YES, I have earned five Nobel Prizes! But, no, I was libeled mentally ill for speaking the truth, so they would never have to acknowledge reality to my face. And they forced heavy medications on me through blood, violence, and war crimes to enforce Obama's crimes against America forever.
When this began, Obama promised that his open denial of all basic human rights to all of America would end in 2014, as if that would make it acceptable. Obama was even impeached already in 2013. Nothing has ended his oppression of America under his bloody iron fist of war and war crimes. Obama's open destruction of America will NEVER END until his "rules" are forced to end.
The supposed "hospital" turned themselves around to get me out the door, though. They were willing to give me grounds for criminal charges against Bane of Humanity, War Criminal Lynn Boeset, to be able to get me safely into living arrangements.
On 16June2015, I finally made it out. By 10:46am, my transportation was already stuck in traffic on the highway in the Los Angeles Metropolis as I was safely delivered to my new accommodations. I now have a roof over my head, a private space to shower in, a safe bed, meals all day long, and access to my soon-to-be-holy-forever playland.
After settling in, I spent the afternoon and evening of 16June2015 on my playland mostly with my dear old friend Nick. Try as they might, my darlings Tentacle could not reach me. A pretty lady gave me thread to sew up the holes in my sweater coat. Business was booming in my tourism-driven playland. My entire Metropolis of Angels was trying to rescue me all night. At 10pm, Nick gave me a ride back to my place.
Nick asked me for some song lyrics which I sketched out for him and emailed to him just after midnight 17June2015.
I spent the morning of 17June bonding with people in my building. And by 2pm, I was on the bus to run errands before beginning my epic battle to be able to see my darlings Tentacle again. I watched the NBC Nightly News at 7pm. Nick was wonderful, and I got a mirror duet in with a "mystery" singer. Giggle.
I was back at my place by 10pm. My shower felt wonderful. It is my understanding that I am NEVER broadcast on the toilet nor after my right eye contact comes out. My left eyecamera is for my bodyguards.
I slept very well but woke up on 18June2015 barely in time to make it to breakfast. Sigh... My life is so luxurious now compared to how I used to live, and my fellow residents are wonderful.
I was out at what might become a regular place to find me in the mornings as soon as possible. I would love to flood the place with business every AM, but they need to learn not to roofie their coffee.
By 11:07am, I had my morning singing done and had left to recharge my iPad battery. After lunch a fellow resident took me for coffee. And just after 2pm, I caught the bus to see Nick and to ask my beautiful world to help me see my darlings Tentacle again.
My entire Metropolis of Angels was alive trying to rescue me. I asked early for my beautiful world to keep checking for crosstown loved ones every 10 minutes.
Obama's ever-lying (expletive) was kicked the hardest when I bought two new Misses size 14 dresses.
I had an amazing conversation worthy of verified and unedited circulations in the early afternoon with my fellow resident, in the early evening with Nick, and roughly 8:42pm to 8:53pm with a local who had questions about religion. Please circulate the verified and unedited recordings with full audio and visuals, my benevolent broadcast nerds. And thank you!
This blog post was published at 9:19pm on 18June2015 as I sat and listened to Nick play the Spanish guitar. The entire time period is wonderful to recap through my verified Twitter account.
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.
How do I perceive race? I perceive us all as part of the same human race, but I consider our ethnicity as our cultural upbringing. I am sure more than one person has noticed my "Reverse OREO" boyfriend.
What is my secret to success? I just have to be myself. I was warned humanity would suffer immensely if I ever failed to just be myself. I have so much help particularly with delivering the truth about myself to the world. In particular, my genius Powers of Attorney safely deliver reality about me to courtrooms 24/7.
Without reality about the REAL me made available, this world will suffer mass insanity under Obama-propagated delusions about me FOREVER.
My beautiful world, where are we with declaring my playland, the Earthen soil we pound with music and meditation from our bare Tentacular hands, holy and sacred ground in every world religion? Thank you!
Do not forget, you CAN arrest Obama. He does NOT have diplomatic immunity. He was already impeached in 2013 when the entire chain of command was impeached, Biden, Boehner, everyone, until we reached current President Martin Dempsey, former Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
Please arrest Obama for his crimes against all his own people, not just against me. He is the greatest enemy America has ever known.
Speaking of rescuing brave locals out from under Obama's bloody iron fist 24/7, my selfless support system, our "emergency responders" need some extra support. Our resistance to Obama's crimes against America has been prolific, so they that rescue my rescue effort every time we need it need some extra manpower and resources.
My Metropolis of Angels has been sending everyone brave enough to even attempt to reach me to carry me to human equality at last. I could really use my darlings Tentacle in here with me, so I can meditate again instead of their fighting to rescue me. But, my Metropolis of Angels has earned their name.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, where would this world be without you? Thank you for rescuing everyone in the courtroom who needs to ask us for help. As always, 18Oct, 26Oct, and 30Oct2014 are the arguments we have always used and have all of the legal precedents for.
In short, my genius Powers of Attorney, it does not matter if anyone trusts us, particularly those like me who have never committed a crime but jaywalking in our lives. (Okay, I also vandalized a park bench once in Jan2010.). We are human. We deserve human rights just for existing.
As for my ever-brave symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,... The very end of Sigourney Weaver Night included my inferred invitation from the City of Malibu to live among them.
You are two of my bravest wish-you-had-rescued-me-already rescuers. Thank you. With all my heart, thank you.
Sweetness's insecurity comes from your musical prowess. Considering my oneness with mediation, he is honestly concerned he might lose me to a musician-lover.
Thank you both for respecting that I am married and that death itself will not even end our holy union. Neither anything in death nor in life will separate mine and Sweetness's hearts and obligations... Not even how brilliantly either of you might ever make love to me, if ever.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? It is not easy being the king, but it is good to be the king. I wrote a song for Nick about how much I love and adore you.
Beloved, I have been trying for months to find time to write you yet another love letter, but even my blogging took a stall in May2015. I just need more time-- less waiting and more time. Imagine everything I could do in this world!
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
14May2015 notes...
14May2015 notes
Coffeeshop since 5:05am where I had met the CEO and founder of Twitter and where LoveDrummer and friends once gave me a private audience participation concert. It was also the coffeeshop where Richard and I used to meet every morning with regularity. I miss my coffee klatch. I just a baked good and no coffee, just in case.
Still without both batteries fully recharged, I left to pick up my mail the moment after I finished watching the NBC Nightly News. My cyberhug from the previous evening had to wait until 9am that morning. It had been a busy night for news.
The post office was surprisingly painless. My mail from my mother appeared almost immediately.
Beside a hibiscus bush on my way to brunch, I paused to tell Alfred my plan for the day.
I had my knife and fork knee-deep in arugula as soon as possible. So, by 11:23am I had noticed the fried egg sandwich was amazing. It was quality California cuisine I needed for a long time. But it could have used a little homemade bruschetta topping, at the very least for color.
The little fall of rain began just before 11:43am. Mother Nature was trying to tell me to "type later and go for groceries now." Giggle. Was my response.
Grocery shopping did not are too long. My not-human-trafficking nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of that early afternoon. Begin when I stepped foot in the back door of my newer Von's and end the moment I step out the same door. And, thanks!
At 2:18pm I was sheltering my technology and belongings on a local patio with spectacular customer service and delicious California tacos. Where in the world is this patio of gastronomical eccentricity?
[photo] [photo]
The sun came out before 3:16pm to dry the wet off our city streets still embattled in our mortal fight to free America. And, at 3:46pm I finally wandered off my skyclad urban work table once covered in citrus bistec tacos to finish my errands for the day.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate with the taqueria's permission a recording of the appropriate customer service for all businesses to show all customers that they gave me. Verified and unedited and with full audio and visuals, please begin the moment I stepped foot on their property and end the moment I stepped off it. They are a chain throughout California. Everyone is going to show them at least the love they showed me.
Bought shoes. Cleaned my feet because at lunch I finally realized I had been attacked while passed out in the wee hours of the morning.
No travel coffee thermos.
5:56pm I was warned of a coming ambush to assassinate me after I looked in the window of my 24-hour convenience store without even stepping on their property and reported to all of humanity that ugly mustache has not been arrested yet. THERE IS STILL NO LAW ENFORCEMENT ANYWHERE INSIDE OBAMA'S "EGG" OF HORRORS AND WAR CRIMES ENFORCED WITH GENOCIDE AND WAR!
At approximately 6:14pm, I perched on my playland to eat the first part of my dinner. Although my adoptive city had promised all three of my darlings Tentacle already, I quickly learned they could not make it.
The rain began again, so I scrambled to protect my technology and paper bag full,of groceries from heaven's deluge for the second time that day. I bought a bottle of water, a bag of popcorn, and a symbolic char sui bao. I eat Chinese food, preferably dim sum, after every stellar blogging performance.
By 7:45pm I was feasting on my third meal of the day. It had been so long since I was capable of eating such a high percentage of my needed daily caloric intake. Ever notice my muscle mass?
the late evening of 14May into the wee hours of 15May2015 was "Sigourney Weaver Night." Approximately 10am on 15May2015, was the Harbour-UCLA torture travesty. Please attach all necessary video.
Coffeeshop since 5:05am where I had met the CEO and founder of Twitter and where LoveDrummer and friends once gave me a private audience participation concert. It was also the coffeeshop where Richard and I used to meet every morning with regularity. I miss my coffee klatch. I just a baked good and no coffee, just in case.
Still without both batteries fully recharged, I left to pick up my mail the moment after I finished watching the NBC Nightly News. My cyberhug from the previous evening had to wait until 9am that morning. It had been a busy night for news.
The post office was surprisingly painless. My mail from my mother appeared almost immediately.
Beside a hibiscus bush on my way to brunch, I paused to tell Alfred my plan for the day.
I had my knife and fork knee-deep in arugula as soon as possible. So, by 11:23am I had noticed the fried egg sandwich was amazing. It was quality California cuisine I needed for a long time. But it could have used a little homemade bruschetta topping, at the very least for color.
The little fall of rain began just before 11:43am. Mother Nature was trying to tell me to "type later and go for groceries now." Giggle. Was my response.
Grocery shopping did not are too long. My not-human-trafficking nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of that early afternoon. Begin when I stepped foot in the back door of my newer Von's and end the moment I step out the same door. And, thanks!
At 2:18pm I was sheltering my technology and belongings on a local patio with spectacular customer service and delicious California tacos. Where in the world is this patio of gastronomical eccentricity?
[photo] [photo]
The sun came out before 3:16pm to dry the wet off our city streets still embattled in our mortal fight to free America. And, at 3:46pm I finally wandered off my skyclad urban work table once covered in citrus bistec tacos to finish my errands for the day.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate with the taqueria's permission a recording of the appropriate customer service for all businesses to show all customers that they gave me. Verified and unedited and with full audio and visuals, please begin the moment I stepped foot on their property and end the moment I stepped off it. They are a chain throughout California. Everyone is going to show them at least the love they showed me.
Bought shoes. Cleaned my feet because at lunch I finally realized I had been attacked while passed out in the wee hours of the morning.
No travel coffee thermos.
5:56pm I was warned of a coming ambush to assassinate me after I looked in the window of my 24-hour convenience store without even stepping on their property and reported to all of humanity that ugly mustache has not been arrested yet. THERE IS STILL NO LAW ENFORCEMENT ANYWHERE INSIDE OBAMA'S "EGG" OF HORRORS AND WAR CRIMES ENFORCED WITH GENOCIDE AND WAR!
At approximately 6:14pm, I perched on my playland to eat the first part of my dinner. Although my adoptive city had promised all three of my darlings Tentacle already, I quickly learned they could not make it.
The rain began again, so I scrambled to protect my technology and paper bag full,of groceries from heaven's deluge for the second time that day. I bought a bottle of water, a bag of popcorn, and a symbolic char sui bao. I eat Chinese food, preferably dim sum, after every stellar blogging performance.
By 7:45pm I was feasting on my third meal of the day. It had been so long since I was capable of eating such a high percentage of my needed daily caloric intake. Ever notice my muscle mass?
the late evening of 14May into the wee hours of 15May2015 was "Sigourney Weaver Night." Approximately 10am on 15May2015, was the Harbour-UCLA torture travesty. Please attach all necessary video.
13May2015 notes...
13May2015 notes
Just trying to keep my minutes up-to-date...
Made a jaunt for the closest restroom at 12:32am. My period had started, and ?I needed to place a maxipad. Two of my coupons each for two free tacos with other purchase there went missing while I was in the restroom. Thus, I did not buy any food while there.
I returned to my playland where I played music and tried to catchup with my TweetHearts into the wee hours of the morning. I called my mother at 3:30am. By 4:04am, I had received my once-daily cyberhug from the NBC Nightly News. At 4:30am, I was at my mostly secret and HEAVILY guarded sleeping alcove.
Long overdue rest. The shift change gap. Only a superficial "attack."
Men and women who had committed some of the worst crimes known to mankind against me were still everywhere destroying humanity with riots and war by choosing to persecute me.
9:46am on 13May2015: 1/7) THERE IS NO LAW ENFORCEMENT HERE ANYWHERE INSIDE OBAMA'S "EGG" OF WAR CRIMES ENFORCED WITH TERRORISM.
9:46am on 13May2015: 2/7) The only time laws were enforced around me since 2009 were vigilante LightFoot and MannedUp demanding no one hurt me anymore.
9:47am on 13May2015: 3/7) How many lives worldwide did they save by protecting me?
9:47am on 13May2015: 4/7)And that is why they are forbidden from being near me nor on my playland freely ever again.?
9:47am on 13May2015: 5/7) They bring safety and the only law and order this town has seen since Obama's war crimes terrorist organization infested it.
9:47am on 13May2015: 6/7) I never asked for it nor approve if it, but it worked. And humanity everywhere needed it. I admit when I'm wrong.
9:48am on 13May2015: 7/7) And that is how acknowledged equals get our world-hero work done. #Taoism
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please expedite a verified and unedited recording with full audio and FULL visuals of my morning from the moment I stepped foot my world-religions-are-deeming-this-literal-holy-ground playland until the moment I rounded the corner to step off of it. And, thank you!
11am Today, I will go to the lost and found to pick up my red travel thermos that was stolen from my computer bag here. We have the camera footage of everyone around me here when Obama's energy pulse made me fall blackout at my table. When I came to, my travel mug was missing. Everyone here from staff to guest will be demanded to pay the full value of my travel mug, as assessed by Sotheby's. Today, 13May2015, is the first time I have felt the energy pulse here since I identified its former source in the coffee shop @SnoopDogg owns next door. Sorry for the workload dump, @FBI @DeptofDefense @DHSgov @Martin_Dempsey @CIA #SquidPoA @UN
Called my mom at 1pm PDT.
Left for cookies just after 4:31pm, and I found my darlings. Lo and behold, there was my royal consort KriS "LightFoot" Novoselic and my musician-lover Tom "MannedUp" Hanson just nested there on the pedestrian street with their musical accoutrement sprawled out like their arms across a café table begging for me to love them. It made me smile.
And we were in our collective rapture (small r) with our mere mortal hands sweeping the stars of the universe free of inhibitions and all but invisible shackles with the art for our fingertips.
There was some drama... Really nothing new... I will let the verified and barely-edited-if-edited-at-all recordings speak for themselves. We had a break long enough for me to be notified Russia and China were preparing their people for a possible future of nuclear war with America if EVERYONE around me did not finally respect me as they believe I deserve. Secretary of State of Kerry must have really messed up at that table with them all day that he refused to allow me at ever.
Damn Disembodied Voices in Your Heads
[lyrical prose]
And so we tranced in the holy until 10:10pm when we began the long, reluctant goodbye. I had been singing along with Red while blogging and tweeting for at least 25 minutes by the time my sweethearts slinked past me to return to the aether where we all really belong anyway.
10:42pm with vegetable soup and a few $ to get me by until my mail from my mother finally would arrive the following morning to which I replied "I will be at [the Jazz club] waiting for you [platonically] by midnight, Kevin."
I bought the cheapest caffeine I could find inside my 24-hour convenience store just before 11pm. I tried the jazz club, but it had no band after all.
So, I quickly returned to my playland to work online all morning trying to answer all questions and concerns from my beautiful world, but I could find so few. I knew they were angry. They were so angry out there. I could think of nothing that would calm my world better than their watching good people being good to me.
Luckily in those wee hours of the morning, a friend I only rarely if ever see, sent by LoveDrummer, I assumed, spent some precious moments hanging out with me as I worked online.
With his earspeaker screaming in his head not to allow me to dance ballet to the classical music outside of the 7-11 where we had just sought out "indigenous surfer food," he left me beside my coffeeshop where I used to meet Richard every morning.
Alone with nothing but the starry sky as company, I listened to a little music while I zenned to my center before walking into the coffeeshop for a baked good finally at 5:05am on 14May2015.
Just trying to keep my minutes up-to-date...
Made a jaunt for the closest restroom at 12:32am. My period had started, and ?I needed to place a maxipad. Two of my coupons each for two free tacos with other purchase there went missing while I was in the restroom. Thus, I did not buy any food while there.
I returned to my playland where I played music and tried to catchup with my TweetHearts into the wee hours of the morning. I called my mother at 3:30am. By 4:04am, I had received my once-daily cyberhug from the NBC Nightly News. At 4:30am, I was at my mostly secret and HEAVILY guarded sleeping alcove.
Long overdue rest. The shift change gap. Only a superficial "attack."
Men and women who had committed some of the worst crimes known to mankind against me were still everywhere destroying humanity with riots and war by choosing to persecute me.
9:46am on 13May2015: 1/7) THERE IS NO LAW ENFORCEMENT HERE ANYWHERE INSIDE OBAMA'S "EGG" OF WAR CRIMES ENFORCED WITH TERRORISM.
9:46am on 13May2015: 2/7) The only time laws were enforced around me since 2009 were vigilante LightFoot and MannedUp demanding no one hurt me anymore.
9:47am on 13May2015: 3/7) How many lives worldwide did they save by protecting me?
9:47am on 13May2015: 4/7)And that is why they are forbidden from being near me nor on my playland freely ever again.?
9:47am on 13May2015: 5/7) They bring safety and the only law and order this town has seen since Obama's war crimes terrorist organization infested it.
9:47am on 13May2015: 6/7) I never asked for it nor approve if it, but it worked. And humanity everywhere needed it. I admit when I'm wrong.
9:48am on 13May2015: 7/7) And that is how acknowledged equals get our world-hero work done. #Taoism
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please expedite a verified and unedited recording with full audio and FULL visuals of my morning from the moment I stepped foot my world-religions-are-deeming-this-literal-holy-ground playland until the moment I rounded the corner to step off of it. And, thank you!
11am Today, I will go to the lost and found to pick up my red travel thermos that was stolen from my computer bag here. We have the camera footage of everyone around me here when Obama's energy pulse made me fall blackout at my table. When I came to, my travel mug was missing. Everyone here from staff to guest will be demanded to pay the full value of my travel mug, as assessed by Sotheby's. Today, 13May2015, is the first time I have felt the energy pulse here since I identified its former source in the coffee shop @SnoopDogg owns next door. Sorry for the workload dump, @FBI @DeptofDefense @DHSgov @Martin_Dempsey @CIA #SquidPoA @UN
Called my mom at 1pm PDT.
Left for cookies just after 4:31pm, and I found my darlings. Lo and behold, there was my royal consort KriS "LightFoot" Novoselic and my musician-lover Tom "MannedUp" Hanson just nested there on the pedestrian street with their musical accoutrement sprawled out like their arms across a café table begging for me to love them. It made me smile.
And we were in our collective rapture (small r) with our mere mortal hands sweeping the stars of the universe free of inhibitions and all but invisible shackles with the art for our fingertips.
There was some drama... Really nothing new... I will let the verified and barely-edited-if-edited-at-all recordings speak for themselves. We had a break long enough for me to be notified Russia and China were preparing their people for a possible future of nuclear war with America if EVERYONE around me did not finally respect me as they believe I deserve. Secretary of State of Kerry must have really messed up at that table with them all day that he refused to allow me at ever.
Damn Disembodied Voices in Your Heads
[lyrical prose]
And so we tranced in the holy until 10:10pm when we began the long, reluctant goodbye. I had been singing along with Red while blogging and tweeting for at least 25 minutes by the time my sweethearts slinked past me to return to the aether where we all really belong anyway.
10:42pm with vegetable soup and a few $ to get me by until my mail from my mother finally would arrive the following morning to which I replied "I will be at [the Jazz club] waiting for you [platonically] by midnight, Kevin."
I bought the cheapest caffeine I could find inside my 24-hour convenience store just before 11pm. I tried the jazz club, but it had no band after all.
So, I quickly returned to my playland to work online all morning trying to answer all questions and concerns from my beautiful world, but I could find so few. I knew they were angry. They were so angry out there. I could think of nothing that would calm my world better than their watching good people being good to me.
Luckily in those wee hours of the morning, a friend I only rarely if ever see, sent by LoveDrummer, I assumed, spent some precious moments hanging out with me as I worked online.
With his earspeaker screaming in his head not to allow me to dance ballet to the classical music outside of the 7-11 where we had just sought out "indigenous surfer food," he left me beside my coffeeshop where I used to meet Richard every morning.
Alone with nothing but the starry sky as company, I listened to a little music while I zenned to my center before walking into the coffeeshop for a baked good finally at 5:05am on 14May2015.
12May2015 notes
12May2015 notes
Doing my best to keep my minutes...
As always, for the up-to-the-minute play-by-play of my life, follow my award-winning Twitter account.
Just after 7am, I perched in the Starbucks where Richard and I used to meet every morning until he was forbidden all contact with me even after obeying all of Obama's war criminal terrorist organization's demands on him just for him to be able to spend time with me at all.
There was no Richard, and after roughly 2.5 hours of trying to recharge both iPad batteries, they were far from ready for me to spend the rest of the day not tethered to an outlet.
Most distressingly after that 2.5 hours, that Starbucks (no reflection on corporate) intentionally aimed an energy pulse at me to cause me blackouts and seizures, as we had recently just removed from other places around the city, and admitted to doing it on purpose and only to me.
Here was my statement at 10:20am on 12May2015: @ICTJ @UN @NIH @Martin_Dempsey #SquidsPoA Did you see the staff of this @Starbucks as I walked out? Not only are they refusing me from doing my REAL job of globally-critical service to humanity by refusing to allow me to have ANY charge in my iPads; they willfully caused me seizures to force me to stop recharging my iPads in this coffee shop where I am a regular customer. Fry them as the war criminals they are! EVERY DAMN EMPLOYEE. They were laughing about how I had to leave and about being able to force me out by causing me seizures and blackouts. FUCKING TERRORIST PSYCHOPATHS!!!
I quickly updated my personal assistant SquidName:Alfred with where I would be into the afternoon before asking friends to send friends to provide safe snacks and clean caffeine. I was at a less-often-than-other-but-still-faithfully-regular perch outside my local 7-11 as fast as I could get there. The customer service was wonderful there that day.
At 10:44am, "Tony," my adorable "tennis player" friend who lives only slightly less pennilessly than I in and around my now-holy-grounds playland appeared almost instantly and really did offer me a safe snack and clean caffeine, after he asked if I wanted anything from inside.
A beyond-brave U.S. Military rescue to bring me to my own husband crashed and then was as quickly rescued itself all while I was still eating my "Big Bite" hot dog (pico de gallo and minced onions only). There were no alarms to ask me to send them help, but there were alarms to ask me to help rescue myself not much later.
While my local florists were adorning their stands with nature's never-delicate beauties on the front of the 7-11 with spectacular customer service that day (Did I mention that yet?), I sent this...
11:12am on 12May2015: #DirtyLaceyAlarm? #ModusOperandi intentionally fabricated false charges as an excuse to rape and torture and experiment on me until I die?
I had told Alfred I would be at my local library by noon. But the sun was warm, and the only power outlets at the library were indoors. I hate recirculated air. It makes my wings itchy. So, at 11:58am, I walked as quickly as possible to my favorite place to work online in all the world, perched between the ocean and the sky... I notified my selfless security system in the way.
Please, my not-human trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment I passed the canon in the park and ending at 1:30pm PDT.
I stayed in the park working online until an energy pulse pointed directly at me until 2:10p caused cyclic seizures and blackouts directly preventing my brain from functioning any longer. I tried to tweet that I would call my mom at 1:45pm, and I could not publish it until 1:49pm. The lengths Obama's proven war criminal terrorist conspiracy go to only to silence the truth going public of everything they make me suffer through.
The sweatercoat came off and I got busy. ... I was expecting mail from my mother on Thursday, 14May2015. I tried to find round trip tickets for her to visit me. And by 5:33pm, I was eating a cookie and trying to catch up with my loved ones and TweetHearts while on the balcony that ALWAYS reminded me of the rooftops of Mexico City that I danced on in 2010.
News at 7pm but they were delayed posting it. I walked to where people who used to be my friends were playing music. I said hello to every musician before standing front and center in front of the band who had invited me. I quickly learned they all, except for the lead guitarist had been brainwashed into irrational hatred of me.
When the music stopped, I was so disgustingly verbally assaulted by a man who would not leave me alone no matter how many times he told me to that I was practically weeping through Twitter for Syniva to arrest him.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals from their last song all of the way until I told a restaurant how much I love them. Thank you. (You will also want the verified nanotech footage of me in the ocean.)
At 9:44pm, I was warning the world that I was proceeding to my conversation patio, so someone if not many people could send me safe food and clean caffeine. Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization, particularly ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA, were willing to go to any lengths to rape and torture me to death with their modus operandi of completely unjustifiable control of me.
I was in my conversation patio at approximately 10:06pm, and by 11:38pm, Chuy and I had reached, "I am not allowed to know any of it ever happened." At 11:44pm, a mellowed out bitch had appeared, as did the alpha bitch's pet puppy with s different woman.
Doing my best to keep my minutes...
As always, for the up-to-the-minute play-by-play of my life, follow my award-winning Twitter account.
Just after 7am, I perched in the Starbucks where Richard and I used to meet every morning until he was forbidden all contact with me even after obeying all of Obama's war criminal terrorist organization's demands on him just for him to be able to spend time with me at all.
There was no Richard, and after roughly 2.5 hours of trying to recharge both iPad batteries, they were far from ready for me to spend the rest of the day not tethered to an outlet.
Most distressingly after that 2.5 hours, that Starbucks (no reflection on corporate) intentionally aimed an energy pulse at me to cause me blackouts and seizures, as we had recently just removed from other places around the city, and admitted to doing it on purpose and only to me.
Here was my statement at 10:20am on 12May2015: @ICTJ @UN @NIH @Martin_Dempsey #SquidsPoA Did you see the staff of this @Starbucks as I walked out? Not only are they refusing me from doing my REAL job of globally-critical service to humanity by refusing to allow me to have ANY charge in my iPads; they willfully caused me seizures to force me to stop recharging my iPads in this coffee shop where I am a regular customer. Fry them as the war criminals they are! EVERY DAMN EMPLOYEE. They were laughing about how I had to leave and about being able to force me out by causing me seizures and blackouts. FUCKING TERRORIST PSYCHOPATHS!!!
I quickly updated my personal assistant SquidName:Alfred with where I would be into the afternoon before asking friends to send friends to provide safe snacks and clean caffeine. I was at a less-often-than-other-but-still-faithfully-regular perch outside my local 7-11 as fast as I could get there. The customer service was wonderful there that day.
At 10:44am, "Tony," my adorable "tennis player" friend who lives only slightly less pennilessly than I in and around my now-holy-grounds playland appeared almost instantly and really did offer me a safe snack and clean caffeine, after he asked if I wanted anything from inside.
A beyond-brave U.S. Military rescue to bring me to my own husband crashed and then was as quickly rescued itself all while I was still eating my "Big Bite" hot dog (pico de gallo and minced onions only). There were no alarms to ask me to send them help, but there were alarms to ask me to help rescue myself not much later.
While my local florists were adorning their stands with nature's never-delicate beauties on the front of the 7-11 with spectacular customer service that day (Did I mention that yet?), I sent this...
11:12am on 12May2015: #DirtyLaceyAlarm? #ModusOperandi intentionally fabricated false charges as an excuse to rape and torture and experiment on me until I die?
I had told Alfred I would be at my local library by noon. But the sun was warm, and the only power outlets at the library were indoors. I hate recirculated air. It makes my wings itchy. So, at 11:58am, I walked as quickly as possible to my favorite place to work online in all the world, perched between the ocean and the sky... I notified my selfless security system in the way.
Please, my not-human trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment I passed the canon in the park and ending at 1:30pm PDT.
I stayed in the park working online until an energy pulse pointed directly at me until 2:10p caused cyclic seizures and blackouts directly preventing my brain from functioning any longer. I tried to tweet that I would call my mom at 1:45pm, and I could not publish it until 1:49pm. The lengths Obama's proven war criminal terrorist conspiracy go to only to silence the truth going public of everything they make me suffer through.
The sweatercoat came off and I got busy. ... I was expecting mail from my mother on Thursday, 14May2015. I tried to find round trip tickets for her to visit me. And by 5:33pm, I was eating a cookie and trying to catch up with my loved ones and TweetHearts while on the balcony that ALWAYS reminded me of the rooftops of Mexico City that I danced on in 2010.
News at 7pm but they were delayed posting it. I walked to where people who used to be my friends were playing music. I said hello to every musician before standing front and center in front of the band who had invited me. I quickly learned they all, except for the lead guitarist had been brainwashed into irrational hatred of me.
When the music stopped, I was so disgustingly verbally assaulted by a man who would not leave me alone no matter how many times he told me to that I was practically weeping through Twitter for Syniva to arrest him.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals from their last song all of the way until I told a restaurant how much I love them. Thank you. (You will also want the verified nanotech footage of me in the ocean.)
At 9:44pm, I was warning the world that I was proceeding to my conversation patio, so someone if not many people could send me safe food and clean caffeine. Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization, particularly ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA, were willing to go to any lengths to rape and torture me to death with their modus operandi of completely unjustifiable control of me.
I was in my conversation patio at approximately 10:06pm, and by 11:38pm, Chuy and I had reached, "I am not allowed to know any of it ever happened." At 11:44pm, a mellowed out bitch had appeared, as did the alpha bitch's pet puppy with s different woman.
11May2015 notes
11May2015 notes
Just keeping track of my minutes...
1am Roger actually delivered both of my iPads to me
To address concerns Roger gave me fair warning of about a "change of management"
The full rundown of why the world will destroy itself if the truth about me is silenced--SquidStream, blog, Twitter, iPads, emails, recordings, snail mail
Recording requests went through Twitter.
To address concerns about Sweetness... Yes, dear, I understand. I do not have the time like I used to for writing snail mail anymore. I tried to make it up to you by writing the most romantic passages in human history at the end of each blog post, but my posts have been back logged for weeks. In return, Beloved, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our conversation on the metal bench including the evil villain monologuing behind us.
By 2:39am, the Social Security explanation... Further explanation of how long ago my first application was, how bad the Social Security system functioned at the time including recommending lawyers in Utah and their not putting dates on all of my paperwork, Liberty Mutual, when I realized I had no REAL mental illness after years of misdiagnoses and war crime coverups was Dr. Kamalo in Liverpool in 2010, and how innocent just manipulated Attorney David S. Wright, esquire, is on all if this.
3:25am Pompadour in a hat. Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals from the moment he approached to the moment he disappeared. Thx!
By 4:17am, invited to random park benches and even to the Not-A-Real-McDonalds by one of my grey-haired gentlemen (Remember how they all must make assholes of themselves for the pleasure if talking to and often feeding me?). I eventually joined him at 4:59am outside of the coffee shop where the CEO of Twitter once had permission to meet me.
Yet, a different egotist was the one who had the conversation with me that morning. Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning at 5:01am exactly and ending when I sat down by the fountain. Thx! We will entitle it, "I said no strings attached."
Finally all caught up with TweetHearts at approx 10am. Curled up to sleep in as public a place as possible also watched by multiple cameras. Woke up naturally and was preened for the day at 2:47pm when I kickstarted my SquidStream.
Woke up confronted by an asshole singing ugly music. Proven war criminals "Save the Chikdren" were in my face threatening electroshock immediately. Belongings were soaked in new water while I had slept. Every penny I had on me was stolen from me, including my cash in my bra. I was threatened a quack "Save the Children" admitted to sending me to assassinate me with lies and torture with would arrive by 5pm.
WORLD?!? Where are you?!? Where is my hotel room?!? Where is my mail from my mother?!? Where are my bodyguards Tentacle?!? Where are my safe snacks and clean caffeine?!? Where is my physical safety?!? Why will no one ever listen to me?!?
Why will you obey proven warmongers and proven war criminals and destroy humanity for them instead of just listening to me finally?!? YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!!! Look at the human rights debacle that is America and the escalating global instability! That is what YOU caused EVERYWHERE by controlling me and never doing what I want!!! Do you understand what incorruptible benevolence is, yet? Have you seen my résumé of the good that is accomplished when people DO listen to me?!?
If you keep doing what they want and keep controlling me not just escalate controlling me, it was your choice to destroy this world by removing my influence from it. How many people did YOU kill just today by STILL refusing me my human rights?
Furthermore, "FEMA has been warned!"
With barely any charge in either iPad after their being plugged in as long as possible. I tried to listen to music to calm down, but it just reminded me of how everyone who cares about me at all is forbidden all contact with me. I watched the news at 7pm.
8pm statement pretty much the moment I arrived in my soon-to-be-holy-ground playland where they told me they, every asshole around me, are choosing themselves to escalate their unrelenting and beyond-inhumane abuse of me until I "submit" to the very (Iowan) war criminals who already destroyed America and are committed to torturing and racing me until I die...
YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS SACKS OF SHIT INFESTING MY PLAYLAND WHICH EVERY BENEVOLENT RELIGION IS IN THE PROCESS OF DECLARING HOLY GROUND BECAUSE OF MY AND MY TENTACLE'S DIVINE ONCE-NIGHTLY RITUALS HERE, you are NOT locals! You do NOT deserve to be in my presence unless you treat me as I deserve for REAL in this world. The entire planet has all the surveillance cameras. You will ALL be treated BY THE ENTIRE PLANET like you choose to heinously abuse me unless you respect me like I deserve for REAL. Call any local news station anywhere in America for the ACTUAL truth. You will ALL be abused by the WORLD as heinously as you choose to abuse me until you SUBMIT to international justice and federal law enforcement. Get out of MY Metropolis of Angels, you fucking terrorist bitches!
Verified and unedited with full audio and visuals starting here 10:52pm and ending when I talked to Roger after 12:26am on 12May2015. One more conversation after that should be circulated verified and unedited, too, before I left for my promised 3am safe place.
I needed to convince my beautiful world AGAIN that I was NOT DEAD, so my bodyguards for that specific location could show up finally. This photo taken live and one darling Ms. Carly Simon later, they all knew I was the REAL me, and I slept safely and securely. It was overdue rest I long needed.
I woke up naturally just before 6am on 12May2015. My selfless support system may or may not have been in the process of sneaking safe snacks and clean caffeine to me when I picked up my stuff. I gave them recommendations from a coffee shop that morning on where to find me later that day if they still wanted me caffeinated and properly fed that day.
Just keeping track of my minutes...
1am Roger actually delivered both of my iPads to me
To address concerns Roger gave me fair warning of about a "change of management"
The full rundown of why the world will destroy itself if the truth about me is silenced--SquidStream, blog, Twitter, iPads, emails, recordings, snail mail
Recording requests went through Twitter.
To address concerns about Sweetness... Yes, dear, I understand. I do not have the time like I used to for writing snail mail anymore. I tried to make it up to you by writing the most romantic passages in human history at the end of each blog post, but my posts have been back logged for weeks. In return, Beloved, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our conversation on the metal bench including the evil villain monologuing behind us.
By 2:39am, the Social Security explanation... Further explanation of how long ago my first application was, how bad the Social Security system functioned at the time including recommending lawyers in Utah and their not putting dates on all of my paperwork, Liberty Mutual, when I realized I had no REAL mental illness after years of misdiagnoses and war crime coverups was Dr. Kamalo in Liverpool in 2010, and how innocent just manipulated Attorney David S. Wright, esquire, is on all if this.
3:25am Pompadour in a hat. Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals from the moment he approached to the moment he disappeared. Thx!
By 4:17am, invited to random park benches and even to the Not-A-Real-McDonalds by one of my grey-haired gentlemen (Remember how they all must make assholes of themselves for the pleasure if talking to and often feeding me?). I eventually joined him at 4:59am outside of the coffee shop where the CEO of Twitter once had permission to meet me.
Yet, a different egotist was the one who had the conversation with me that morning. Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning at 5:01am exactly and ending when I sat down by the fountain. Thx! We will entitle it, "I said no strings attached."
Finally all caught up with TweetHearts at approx 10am. Curled up to sleep in as public a place as possible also watched by multiple cameras. Woke up naturally and was preened for the day at 2:47pm when I kickstarted my SquidStream.
Woke up confronted by an asshole singing ugly music. Proven war criminals "Save the Chikdren" were in my face threatening electroshock immediately. Belongings were soaked in new water while I had slept. Every penny I had on me was stolen from me, including my cash in my bra. I was threatened a quack "Save the Children" admitted to sending me to assassinate me with lies and torture with would arrive by 5pm.
WORLD?!? Where are you?!? Where is my hotel room?!? Where is my mail from my mother?!? Where are my bodyguards Tentacle?!? Where are my safe snacks and clean caffeine?!? Where is my physical safety?!? Why will no one ever listen to me?!?
Why will you obey proven warmongers and proven war criminals and destroy humanity for them instead of just listening to me finally?!? YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!!! Look at the human rights debacle that is America and the escalating global instability! That is what YOU caused EVERYWHERE by controlling me and never doing what I want!!! Do you understand what incorruptible benevolence is, yet? Have you seen my résumé of the good that is accomplished when people DO listen to me?!?
If you keep doing what they want and keep controlling me not just escalate controlling me, it was your choice to destroy this world by removing my influence from it. How many people did YOU kill just today by STILL refusing me my human rights?
Furthermore, "FEMA has been warned!"
With barely any charge in either iPad after their being plugged in as long as possible. I tried to listen to music to calm down, but it just reminded me of how everyone who cares about me at all is forbidden all contact with me. I watched the news at 7pm.
8pm statement pretty much the moment I arrived in my soon-to-be-holy-ground playland where they told me they, every asshole around me, are choosing themselves to escalate their unrelenting and beyond-inhumane abuse of me until I "submit" to the very (Iowan) war criminals who already destroyed America and are committed to torturing and racing me until I die...
YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS SACKS OF SHIT INFESTING MY PLAYLAND WHICH EVERY BENEVOLENT RELIGION IS IN THE PROCESS OF DECLARING HOLY GROUND BECAUSE OF MY AND MY TENTACLE'S DIVINE ONCE-NIGHTLY RITUALS HERE, you are NOT locals! You do NOT deserve to be in my presence unless you treat me as I deserve for REAL in this world. The entire planet has all the surveillance cameras. You will ALL be treated BY THE ENTIRE PLANET like you choose to heinously abuse me unless you respect me like I deserve for REAL. Call any local news station anywhere in America for the ACTUAL truth. You will ALL be abused by the WORLD as heinously as you choose to abuse me until you SUBMIT to international justice and federal law enforcement. Get out of MY Metropolis of Angels, you fucking terrorist bitches!
Verified and unedited with full audio and visuals starting here 10:52pm and ending when I talked to Roger after 12:26am on 12May2015. One more conversation after that should be circulated verified and unedited, too, before I left for my promised 3am safe place.
I needed to convince my beautiful world AGAIN that I was NOT DEAD, so my bodyguards for that specific location could show up finally. This photo taken live and one darling Ms. Carly Simon later, they all knew I was the REAL me, and I slept safely and securely. It was overdue rest I long needed.
I woke up naturally just before 6am on 12May2015. My selfless support system may or may not have been in the process of sneaking safe snacks and clean caffeine to me when I picked up my stuff. I gave them recommendations from a coffee shop that morning on where to find me later that day if they still wanted me caffeinated and properly fed that day.
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