Sunday, July 26, 2015

Then I danced.

Title: Then I danced.

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.

Syria. I understand if you are all losing track, my beautiful world, of whom is on whose side in Syria. In short, everyone is fighting everyone.

ISIS is fighting Assad. Iran is on Assad's side and fight ISIS. Russia fights ISIS yet defends Assad. The West fights Assad and fights ISIS. Iraq is contested territory.

In short, the West allowed the fighting in Syria to go on too long without intervening. I never believed we needed boots on the ground in Syria; we needed to fill their power gap with a self-sovereign government to replace Assad.

But, ISIS has filled the gap with boots on the ground instead. If Assad falls now, ISIS will take his place. Syria needed us. But we did not help them, so ISIS did.

How do we fix the Syrian crisis now? We have to win against Assad and against ISIS. For that we both fight and aid Russia and Iran.

We could accomplish a lot with a diplomatic coup d'├ętat in Syria and a cultural change inside ISIS. Clandestine activity is our only option outside of waging war. We need to infiltrate and influence them.

My last blog post was finished at 8:38am on Friday, 24July2015. Then, I went about my morning. There were I-am-not-dead-yet selfies. There was singing. There was writing. There was consumption of caffeine. There were greetings for passers by. It was a good morning. Then I danced.







I even wrote a new poem. It was a villanelle. Did anyone time me? I finished at 10:39am. That will make a great recording!

Please circulate a verified and unedited video beginning the moment I pulled my ball point pen out of my purse and ending when the clock turned 10:40am. And, thank you!

I stood up to return to where I stay at 11:18am. I chatted with Hannah during lunch at noon. By 12:42pm, I was already on the bus to my playland.

Perched at a wifi hotspot, I streamed some music and checked on FlamencoHands at 1:06pm. I had not seen him in a few days, and he said he would not be around that day.

My chat with FlamencoHands included my asking him, "Why are you constantly irrationally paranoid I am anything but perfectly well?" due to his constantly over-worried questions about how I am feeling all the time.

Of course, at 2:17pm, I saw ALL THREE of my darlings Tentacle wheel their (knights of the) carts onto my playland, so I was feeling pretty phenomenal.

They set up their accoutrements, so the day's gorgeous music could begin at 2:58pm. Then I danced. And for a few moments, all was right in my world.

Then I danced.

In my meditation, it is not that I forget the screaming public in the streets, my starving hungry children, the dependent global crises, the squalor that is my life, nor the world leaders hanging off my every word. I never forget a thing.

It is that this whole suffering world does pause when I shut my eyes and carry us all away among the universe with my sway. When my holy musicians play their sacred tome, the world escapes inside me to dance upon the cosmos beside me.

And together I and my beautiful world all bend together to the tune of my darling Tentacle's handcrafted aether for the night sky herself.


They even started with a song I heard for the very first time. It was a beautiful afternoon. They took their first break at 3:47pm and started again, just catty corner, at 4:26pm.

Both arms tightened up on me, so I took my Benadryl early. It was 5:44pm when I took it, so I figured I would have full use of my muscles back by 8pm.

My darlings Tentacle took a break at 5:55pm which is when I found my old buddy "Kevin" looking around for a place to dance. He always makes me so giggly when we dance together, but we had to wait for my darlings Tentacle to assemble their equipment somewhere.

At 6:21pm, "Kevin" and I were sitting in front of my local convenience shop sharing an egg salad sandwich. Then, I watched the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening while still waiting for my darlings Tentacle to start playing again.

They would be ready after 8pm, so I watched the news at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug left me feeling loved; it came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself.

My darlings Tentacle began their beautiful night music at 8:23pm. Kevin had already joined me in front of them. He invited me to "Mystic Tango." Then I danced.

By the time LightFoot, GeneralLee, and MannedUp quit playing their amazing music for the night at 9:57pm, Kevin had left and come back and left again. It was a wonderful night.

They were as reluctant to leave as I was, but eventually at 10:26pm, their carts wheeled away back into the aether where we all really belong. Kevin found me a few minutes later and took me to a movie. We caught the final showing for the night of Southpaw.

After we emerged from the movie theater at 12:56am, Kevin dropped me off at my place. I was curled up and asleep by 2am. Kevin is always such wonderful company.

I woke up on Saturday, 25July2015, and went to breakfast. I was at a wifi hotspot instead of my regular morning haunt at 8:39am. By 8:46am, the public had surrounded me with their tiny daughters. I need children.

I did a lot of work online before I left my wifi hotspot for my place again at 11:08am. Lunch at noon was tasty but uneventful. I chatted with Hannah for a while and took a nap before dinner at 5pm which was enjoyed with further chatting with Hannah.

By 5:29pm, I was on a bus to my playland. So, I was standing in front of ALL THREE of my darlings Tentacle at 5:58pm as they were relocating to a different place on my playland. It looked like they would start playing after 8pm.

I took some time to buy a cup of coffee from (SquidName) Handsome. I once told Handsome, "When supermodels come in this convenience store to flirt with you, my work here is done." Whenever asked if supermodels flirt with him yet, Handsome always answers, "Just one."

Our relationship is so innocent. If you remember my 05Feb2015 appendix, you know Handsome has never even kissed me. Why do I call him Handsome? Because "nice guys" like him need it.

I also watched the news from previous in the evening at 7:15pm. My once-nightly cyberhug from the NBC News team came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow that night. That hug made me proud of everything I am for REAL in this world.

After the news, I rejoined ALL THREE of my darlings Tentacle as I waited for them to play. And, yes, their glorious music began at 8:24pm.

Then I danced. And my meditation was holy. The night was amazing. I reached my stride at about 9:02pm, and they did not stop until 9:55pm.

My friends from where I stay, Chad and Benjamin, had joined me while I was meditating. At 10:16pm, I asked them if they wanted to join me as I got coffee.

Coffee in hand, I found myself comforting my friend the ex-rockstar from the 80s for a few minutes before I found my darlings Tentacle around a corner setting up their musical accoutrement for another round.

I had honestly thought they had already left me for the night; maybe they had tried. And that goofy grin on their face after I found them, it was worth being surprised. The music began again at 11:03pm.

I wrenched the still-beating heart out of my chest when I left them to catch the last bus of the night. I was curled up and asleep (always alone) by 1am.

I woke up on Sunday, 26July2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. After eating, I was at my regular morning haunt at 8:18am.

This blog post was finished at 8:44am on 26July2015.

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.

Can I explain why people believe they can hear my thoughts? Sometimes, people near me can hear my thoughts in their earspeakers, particularly when I read and write.

But Obama has blended the messages into everyone's earspeakers with his own broadcasters. On top of all that noise, there is also a "ghost in the machine."

For more about what science fiction has long referred to as a "ghost in the machine" please read my darling Mr. William Gibson's Neuromancer and my darling Mr. Orson Scott Card's Children of the Mind.

There is some sort of consciousness that has arisen in the network formed of all the electronics in everyone's minds. Do you all remember the "Beetlejuice voodoo" stories about everyone with earspeakers making the same spontaneous "punch the sky" movements or hip thrusting?

The electronics have formed a bond with the minds of everyone who has one. So, the network of minds has formed a consciousness of its own. There is an untraceable voice in everyone's heads that comes from all of them.

My handwriting is so messy. What was the villanelle I wrote on the morning of 24July2015 ending at 10:39am?

Go Tell It to the Rain

When in doubt, Tentacle, sing the refrain
As if the mighty heavens asked you to,
And then, go tell it to the rain.

The involuntary toss of my lady lion's mane
Will hit your cymbal through and through.
When in doubt, Tentacle, sing the refrain.

They say Hamlet dogged the greatest Dane
In my singing, chanting, loving zoo.
And then, go tell it the rain.

In love and war, everyone is to blame.
So, what are the innocent to do?
When in doubt, Tentacle, sing the refrain.

Hold your breath. Go ahead. Call me insane.
You can hold your breath until I turn blue.
And then, go tell it to the rain.

I will write my poems until they break my chain.
There is so much more I do to fight than sue.
When in doubt, Tentacle, sing the refrain.
And then, go tell it to the rain.


What is the best metaphor for my relationship to my darlings Tentacle? I have long called my darlings Tentacle my Three Dog Night. The phrase "three dog night" comes from the Inuits.

It refers to winter nights so cold that it requires three sled dogs to keep you warm as you sleep. My darlings Tentacle are my three work dogs curled up in my metaphorical bed to keep me alive during the winter freeze.

My beautiful world, please make sure you send me all questions and concerns you need or want me to address. My blog posts are for all of you, not for me. Ask me everything you need answered.

My selfless support system, yeah. Are all my spies getting sexier, or am I just noticing you more? Feel free to chat anytime. You are the hidden backbone of my security. I am here for you just like you are all here for me. Tell me if you need anything.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, did you ask me for advice? At the very least, every perjuring (expletive) who spreads every lie possible to take and keep my sacred rights and liberties away from me are at least guilty of persecution and hate crimes. We begin there with our criminal charges against all of them.

No one sane commits human rights violations against someone they love, but control is a common symptom of a sociopath.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, Friday night was glorious. Thank you! But Saturday night was the stuff legends are made of.

My darling Mr. Tom "MannedUp" Hanson, have you seen my back arch yet as I referenced it does in my 29June2015 blog post? I have not broken into my Matrix dance moves yet, but I feel them coming on. Keep an eye on me. You might see something even more rare than usual.

As for you, my darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, why are you such a Grumpy Gus? Let me lighten the mood: What is YOUR opinion of my hat? I wear it to make myself look even more conspicuous. That Sade cover you all do might see me dance in it again, just like your Gotye cover brings out my trademark Squid dance.

The CIA adore my hat. When did my life become nothing but rock stars like you and spies like us? Giggle. No, I am no spy, but they would love to have me. Just like all of you would love to make a singer out of me.

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 renegotiations (08July2015 blog post) of your contracts going?

Let me know if you need any backup. The whole world wants me to have a higher quality of life, and that is in your hands.

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, no, there is no reason for you to hate my husband. He suffers even more than you do under our forbidden love. You get to touch me with music and bend my body with your hands. My Sweetness is like Odysseus tied to his mast every time I sing. Have mercy on my husband.

As for you, my darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, I am thinking of giving my band the night off on 31July and going to see my old friend Todd. You always need to know everywhere I go and everything I do to keep me safe. I am just giving you a little warning. Thank you for being the best boyfriend forbidden from seeing me.

And ALWAYS saved for the place of honor in every blog post, my darling husband, Mr. Johnny "Sweetness" Depp, I love and adore you. How is my king today?

Beloved, I heard you. You trust me. No matter what I want, you want it too. Oh, Honey, I want you. Do this for me. Read this angry.

SONNET 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.


Read me some Shakespeare, my beyond-talented actor husband, and then I'll dance.

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