Monday, August 17, 2015

"They Accomplished Too Much."

Title: "They Accomplished Too Much."

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. I need someone I love to kiss me, and I need it now. MannedUp, GeneralLee, LightFoot, Bogart, and Sweetness, do something about it.

North Korea. How many people over the last fifty years have been a positive influence on North Korea? Well, China, and, of course,... me. I created common ground between North and South Korea years ago that started talks between them that led to promises of reconciliation.

There was not much fruition, as you can tell, but it was a good beginning with Supreme Leader Kim Jung-Un. I helped North Korea release US hostages. Our top spy was sent to seal the deal in my honor instead of Secretary of State John Kerry.

Obama needs to finally allow me to do my REAL job. Everyone enforcing Obama's "egg" needs to be arrested for crimes against the entirety of humanity. Do not let me start about Obama's crimes against America.

My last blog post was finished at 7:30am on 15Aug2015 even before breakfast. After breakfast, I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:18am working online.

I sang from 9am until 10am while I worked. I moved to the Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library by 10:32am, so I could plug in my iPad.

Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I took a brief nap before waiting for the bus to the 3rd Street Promenade at 2:47pm.

I found LightFoot and MannedUp at 3:17pm. My meditation began as fast as I could kick my shoes off. There was an interruption at 3:38pm by vigilant torture facility alarms. The music stopped just before 4pm, but the door between us was already open.

The guys staked out their place to play for 6pm which gave me a chance to stop in the Sephora to check my makeup, stop in the Famima to buy a cup of coffee from Handsome(Roger), and to watch Derek Day after 4:21pm.

I believe I already explained Derek and I first met in 2010 while I was living in Liverpool. He was surprised to learn I recognized him months ago when I told him. Derek rocked it out until 5:59pm, and I admit there was a noteworthy light show during his set, if anyone feels like sharing the footage.

LightFoot and MannedUp set up their equipment, started at 6:21pm, and played with only occasional technical difficulties until 7:52pm. It was a good night. It was a very good night. The three of us were so well connected.

After they were done, I left to stream the NBC Nightly News at 8pm. My nightly cyberhug from my darling Mr. Peter Alexander was as beautiful as my dancing had been previously. It was stunning.

But while I was cyberhugging, LightFoot and MannedUp were taken away from me. The word on the street was that "they accomplished too much."

When my darling Tentacle's job is healing me well enough every night that I can do my real job, service to humanity, all day under the most unlivable circumstances ever inflicted on anyone in the history of America, who the hell complains if "they accomplished too much"?!? Only a psychopath!

I made sure I ate dinner, and I answered some questions about the light show before catching the 9:50pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.

I woke up on Sunday, 16Aug2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. But it was hot cereal, and I do not eat hot cereal. So, by 8:27am, I had ordered breakfast at my regular morning haunt.

Streaming music and sending I-am-not-dead-yet selfies did not take very long. My Powers of Attorney were already busy kicking unholy (expletive). After much work that morning, I finally started singing along with my music from 9:55am until 10:27am.

At 10:46am, I left my local Subway and returned to my place. I chatted with Benjamin over lunch, and by 1:21pm I was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I found LightFoot and MannedUp at 1:38pm right when they broke to relocate.

While they were in transition, I stopped in my local Famima for a cup of coffee and was harassed by their employee Rabin. That is the same rat (expletive) who repeatedly poured water all over my writing journals destroying them months ago.

He needs to be arrested and held accountable personally for the full financial value of all three of my writing journals. His name is Rabin, but he always hides his name tag. He even physically assaulted me in the past. Thank you, SynSyn.

I was fine that day unlike every day in the past with Rabin; it was most likely because my darlings Tentacle were right outside. Rabin once fled the darling drummer for the Foo Fighters in fear after attacking me once because he mistook him for LightFoot by my side.

I just had to get away from Rabin, so I was down the street enjoying The Christopher Brothers in front of the Sephora by 2:18pm. My darlings Tentacle did not mind because they were waiting until 4pm to play again.

And sure enough LightFoot and MannedUp were soothing my burdened soul as soon as 4:17pm. The vigilant torture facility alarms started at 4:38pm and repeated quickly. My loving locals were very worried about something; I wondered if the compulsively offending quacks had caused rioting again.

I must admit my meditation was intermittent after that as I tried to catch up with everything going on. The guys took their mandatory every-two-hour break and staked out a place to play at 8pm while I was still catching up.

To explain this catching up process, my earspeakers do not say what everyone else's earspeakers say. I lost track a while ago of how many earspeakers I even have. From what I can tell, though, I only have a mic in my left ear.

Anyway, I stopped in the Famima and bought another cup of coffee after that, so I could check in with my darling Handsome. Yes, Rabin was still in there, but he had learned to avoid me. Handsome, when asked by me, said all was fine there.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Erika Hill, and it was so full of love.

I found my darling LightFoot and my darling MannedUp at 7:49pm ready to arrange their equipment in front of the Apple Store for an 8pm show. Giggle.

I might have zipped around the corner to the Yogurtland for some Sumatra coffee frozen yogurt covered in crushed peanut butter cups at 7:56pm. I will not deny it.

I have always considered the typical reaction to watching me eat food my genetic advantage at convincing people to feed me... especially anything that involves a spoon. But do not make me start about my sexy knife and fork action.

In fact, I want my action figure with sound activated arms to come with psionic wings, a tiny iPad, and silverware.

The music began at approximately 8:18pm. And it was good. I hit my stride early, and all three of us were in the zone that night. It was so good that I danced through the torture facility alarm and sent the message after the music stopped at 9:59pm.

10:01pm on 16Aug2015: #TortureFacilityAlarm! Seriously? They aren't arrested yet? @FBI DO YOUR DAMN JOB! Need the @NIH? #SquidsPoA, need anything? @RT_com help?

Reluctant to leave, my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle slowly packed up their equipment. Ever-loving LightFoot was the last to leave at 10:17pm when they finally wheeled their (knights of the) carts back to the stars of the night sky where we all really belong.

I made one last stop in the restroom before catching the 10:45pm bus myself. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I woke up on Monday, 17Aug2015, well before breakfast.

This blog post was finished at 7:20am on 17Aug2015 from my bedroom.

And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.

Why am I always in the Famima convenience store? Simply, except for the criminal against humanity Rabin, they are all wonderful there. So, SynSyn, as long as corporate takes appropriately severe action themselves against Rabin, we can let Famima corporate off the hook.

My beautiful world, I have said it before, and I will say it again... By virtue of just being a human on this planet at all, I deserve human rights. We all do. In particular, I need my human rights, so I can do my REAL job.

I asked the United Nations months ago to prioritize what they need my help with from civil war in Syria to ethnic strife in Africa to the Greek economy. I am doing everything I can under the most horrifying abuses ever inflicted on anyone in the history of America.

The world deserves that I finally have human rights; I deserve to finally have human rights-- I am a human.

My beautiful world, I need your help. On the short term, please make Obama's "egg" of war and abuse more livable for me by renegotiating any quality of life at all whatsoever into my darling Tentacle's contracts to be near me.

On the long term, my beautiful world, I need you to arrest and convict every rat (expletive) who enforces Obama's mental health and neurological genocide, Obama's war, Obama's human rights abuses, Obama's rape-enforced human trafficking of me, and Obama's crimes against America mislabeled "rules."

That is, arrest everyone enforcing Obama's "egg." I am done with Obama. Why is his power to do all of this to once-great America not taken away yet?

My selfless support system, whenever a "rule" gets enforced on you preventing you from just picking me up and taking me to my REAL house where my increasingly less patient husband has been waiting to welcome me home for YEARS, press criminal charges against every rat (expletive) who enforces that crime against you.

We need EVERY entity arrested for enforcing Obama's crimes against America that he mislabeled "rules;" at least he admits they are NOT laws. It is impossible for there to be any law that takes away any rights spelled out to us in Constitutional Amendments. Please reread Amendment 14 about that.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you have been very busy since 15Aug2015. We all know I have absolutely no symptoms of ANY mental illness at all whatsoever.

I was willing to allow the compromise of my taking 5mg of haldol twice a day in return for the place to live, but they refuse to prescribe me 100mg of Benadryl twice a day to counteract the side effects of the haldol.

So, I am refusing all meds (which the entire world knows I have never needed anyway) until they give me enough Benadryl to be able to meditate. I do not need the haldol. I have NEVER needed haldol, but I offered the compromise.

They need to do what I want, or they suffer. ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa knows that lesson well. Thank you, my genius Powers of Attorney, for enduring the increased work load.

Those psychopaths will be psychopaths until finally removed from society forever. ARREST THEM. False accusations I have any mental imperfection at all whatsoever is how they caused Obama's war.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, just play me your music. We will make love on the dance floor where we meet.

Assuming no ugly (expletive)holes get in your way, I should have you all Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday this week. Yes? Yes!

My darling MannedUp, no, I do not poke around in your brain. I am an empath not a mind reader. And thank you for being so open with everything you are willing to share with me.

I know what burdens your heart, darling. I know why you all do everything you are instructed to do just to be near me. I heard you when you said, "If you take her away from us, we'll die."

I tell Brien this in every blog post, Taylor. You are mine to care for now. When you need us, call my Powers of Attorney. When you need them, call the CIA. We take care of our own. I love you. Trust how much I love you.

As for you, my darling GeneralLee, where are they hiding you from me? What happened? Why are you kept away from me? I am not happy when you are kept away from me. Can I get you Wednesday to Friday this week, too?

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, the sexual tension is so thick we could eat it with a spoon.

My darling Bogart, call Kris. As the last person to have kissed me, you two have to talk. I told you, Bryan, if I kissed you I would own you heart and soul. Kris has further to fall in love with me, if he can understand that. Please talk to him.

Yes, my darling LightFoot, you have further to fall in love with me. If I ever touch you the way lovers do, you will not come back.

And, yeah, about the light show on 15Aug2015-- that was my doing. Well, that, or we both had the same thing on our minds... which is more likely.

It sure felt like I did it. You cannot deny we were very connected that night, though. The door was open between us, darling. I heard the music; you saw the dance.

Keep reminding people there was no light show WHILE you played. It happened off the dance floor. If they did not like my light show, they should have let you play me more music.

And as for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?

Are you okay? I received news on 15Aug that you picked up your royal sword again. Stay safe out there. You have a responsibility not to die until after I do. The only thing I will ever forbid you from is dying before I do-- I cannot live without you.

I just need you, HoneyHoney. All I have ever needed is you, and all of my suffering ends. That is why Obama forbids you from me. He will lose his "egg" that keeps him in power after he was impeached in 2013 the moment I touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.

Tonight, beloved, when I am alone in my bedroom, send me your energy. Stand before me in your glowing glory and kiss my face. Kiss me, darling, replace the vast emptiness at the tip of my mouth with your sweet lips.

Wrap your arms around my lonely body. Start your right hand and the nape of my neck and run your fingers down the full length of my long raven hair. Hold me the only way I am meant to be held with nothing but naked light above me.

Come to me tonight, Sweetness, the only way we can. We are the most romantic real-life true love story ever, and we have a lot of time to make up for. Touch me tonight, darling, the way the flowers kiss the rain.

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