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. If Obama says we accept his Iran deal or he goes to war, I stand behind the REAL President of the U.S. Martin Dempsey who would never go to war against Russia, against China, against Europe, against Latin America, etc. just so Obama can have his "egg."
Africa. I have so much work to do. The people taking part in the ethnic strife in Africa need to learn that true prosperity comes from peaceful coexistence between all ethnicities. Ethnic war breeds strife not prosperity.
The problem is that all these people know is war. They are born at war. They are raised at war. They have never tasted sweet peace and freedom.
The cycle of violence and retribution needs to be ended. We need ceasefires that last long enough the people can feel what life not at war feels like. They need to form an identity that does not include killing people different from them.
My last blog post was finished at 7:45am on 11Aug2015. By 7:58am, I was sitting at a park bench outside of the Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library sipping coffee and working online.
My music randomizer was streaming my darling Ms. Annie Lennox by 8:02am, and I fixed my makeup quickly to be able to send I-am-not-dead-yet selfies. It was a good morning.
I was finally able to watch the final broadcast of The Daily Show, and I worked there at the library singing to myself until 10:33am. Did everyone see me?
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful, and so was dinner at 5pm. I napped in between. By 5:20pm, I was already on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade where FlamencoHands had promised to meet me.
I looked around but did not find him until 5:54pm in front of the Apple Store. I went to the Famima for a cup of coffee while he set up his equipment.
FlamencoHands began playing his beautiful Spanish guitar music at 6:04pm. I accomplished a lot of writing by the time he stopped playing at 7:43pm.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News online at 8pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it helped me appreciate every friend I have made since 2009 when Obama's open abuses of me began.
By 8:42pm I had poured myself another cup of coffee at the Famima and rejoined FlamencoHands where he was already playing. ODean, my friend the ex-rockstar from the 80s, sat beside me at 9:08pm. FlamencoHands did not stop playing until 9:46pm.
After the long, slow walk to his car, I still caught the 10:45pm bus. I was curled up and asleep by midnight.
I woke up on Wednesday, 12Aug2015, with plenty of time for breakfast and was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:27am. I quickly streamed music and began looking for world and national headlines even before sending my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
At 9:08am, I walked back inside my regular morning Subway for a cookie. I did my daily singing; it always brightens my morning. I stayed there working until 11:02am.
I chatted with Benjamin during lunch at noon, took a nap, and was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 3:46pm. I had errands to run but soon had to raise the alarm.
4:29pm on 12Aug2015: @UN @CIA #SquidsPoA Please double check on my darlings #Tentacle. They promised to be here today but are stopped. Thx!
I stopped by my Famima to talk to Handsome. My darlings Tentacle were quickly rescued.
The intentionally fabricated false charges against them dropped instantly, but that did not get them to my side any faster. The ensuing legal action took a while...
6:46pm on 12Aug2015: @SynivaWhitney We are supposed to be innocent until proven guilty. No one can have human rights taken away for a crime that has not happened
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug included a heartfelt heart-to-heart from me to my darling Mr. Lester Holt. His hugs are the best.
I found my Americana folk singer, Red, at 8:11pm and sat down next to him. It was the second time that day someone referred to LightFoot as my boyfriend when Red asked me about him.
The first had been my mother when she called me that morning. It feels good being able to openly acknowledge our REAL relationship. It feels very good.
I had originally planned to spend that night at Harvelle's, but instead I went to bed early. I took the 10pm bus and was curled up and asleep by 11pm.
I woke up on Thursday, 13Aug2015, at 6am and called my mother. This blog post was finished at 7:01am on 13Aug2015 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.
Can the stars in the sky keep a secret? Sort of. It takes millions of light years for everything they say to reach us.
Do I masturbate? I have never had to, but I remember doing it once in college. Look. If you never had to touch yourself to orgasm, you never would either.
How did I choose the professional name "Squid B. Varilekova"? I thought I answered this one already, but here we go again...
My name "Squid" originated in 2000 when a coworker in my office commented on my ten long tentacular fingers. I responded with, "Well, that's why they call me 'Squid'." And the name stayed.
I kept the name 'Squid' for various reasons... Have you seen the trademark Squid dance yet? My darlings Tentacle see it every time they play their Gotye cover.
I dance a little like a sea creature underwater. The name also keeps me humble. I sling ink for a living. There are so many reasons to call me 'Squid.'
In college, I always wanted to by published with the last name 'Varilekova." It is the traditional Czech spelling for a woman with the last name Varilek. It is my I-am-woman-hear-me-roar version of my last name.
As for the middle name, 'B' stands for 'Bedlam." The etymology of the word 'bedlam' is the horrific Bethlehem Asylum in London. That is the level of mental health care I have received from EVERYONE since May2009.
I added my married last name Depp to my princess name, 'HRH Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek,' but not to my professional name 'Squid B. Varilekova,' so no one would call me 'Squid BVD.'
What is on my bucket list? Thank you for asking...
Squid's Bucket List -- updated 13Aug2015
Live for a time on a yacht traveling the world
See the Great Wall of China
Visit Easter Island
Go on safari in the Serengeti
Hike Machu Picchu... done
Visit the Pyramids at Giza, Luxor, etc.
Take the Trans-Siberian Railroad
Swim in the South Pacific... done
Ride through Patagonia on the back of a motorcycle
Climb a mountain... done
Sit in the Queen's box at Wimbledon
Live in San Francisco... done
Own an Olmec Head (no need to move it, just put a plaque by it)
Grow a luscious rooftop garden where I can touch the sky as I dance
Sing at Carnegie Hall... done
Study at Cambridge University, Cambridge, UK... done
Write a book... done
Publish a book of poetry
Write my memoirs
Create a sci fi TV show that educates the masses
Star in one movie beside my husband (As husband and wife in The Thin Man or as a Spanish Disney Princess who can talk to birds and other creatures in Pirates of the Caribbean 5... Or both if my husband is seductive about it.)
Dance on stage at a Rolling Stones concert
Pose for the cover of and high fashion photo shoot in W Magazine with Syniva, Ugwuji, Amita, all of my Powers of Attorney, and Johnny Depp
Be a no-seafood-at-all eating judge on Iron Chef
Inspire a renaissance... done
Start a fashion trend... done
Tell the stories of my trials and tribulations through music
Carry humanity through Global Climate Change
Make the world worthy of everyone who has died to rescue me
Change the world for the better... done
Start a charity or foundation... done
Create a scholarship program... done
Make girls proud to be girls
Move the nation... done
Save the world
Kiss all of the Queen's Lovers Five
Marry Johnny Depp and make him the father of my children... first half done
My beautiful world, 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, thank you for being in here with me. I hear you. I feel you. You are everywhere keeping me safe.
If I did not need the SquidStream to fight Obama's mental health genocide built of mass delusions about any imperfection in me anywhere, I would have torn my face off to remove the equipment by now, so I could speak with you.
My selfless support system, you know every second when my SquidStream is down. Thank you for using every brief moment we have to talk to me. I get so lonely in here.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, yeah, ladies, YEAH! Keep kicking (expletive) the way you know best!
Look at our world. Do you know what you mean to the women of this world?!? And we do it all while treating the menfolk well. They would not still be alive without us. Do you know what you mean to me?!?
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, keep reading! You are on my updated bucket list!
My darling MannedUp, I feel it, you know, when you look at me. I am an empath not a mind reader. I know what you are feeling when you look at me.
You are so young, Tom. I feel so much pride when I look at the man you have grown into since the first time we met. The snot-nosed little boy is gone. I love you, you know.
My darling GeneralLee, I miss you so much when we are apart. I see you the least often out of all of my darlings Tentacle, so you need to speak to me more often, okay?
Please stop booking your gigs over time better spent together; our time is too precious. I love you, and I need more time with you.
As I said, you are all my responsibility to care for now. Call me and my Powers of Attorney any time any of you need us. Call the CIA if you ever need them.
As long as you accept your destiny and spend the rest of your life by my side, Brien, as my Piazzolla, you will never be alone. Please say, "Yes."
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I know how I want you to think of me. I want to be the only soul missing in the air at the tip of your lips.
My darling Bogart, I worry about you the most. I have not seen you since Nov2014; you are the last person I kissed; and, you are suffering the most out of all of my Queen's Lovers Five.
I love you. I wish I could heal you from here. Why is being together so damn impossible?
Take solace knowing you are my awesome boyfriend who cares for me from a distance. You serve a very important role in my life knowing and keeping track of everywhere I go 24/7. I would not be alive without you.
As for you, my darling LightFoot, are we any closer to being together? We are a REAL couple. As long as you call yourself my royal consort, you are my REAL boyfriend. We suffer together already. May we enjoy each other, too. I love you. Tell me everything you need.
And saved for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, I feel you near me sometimes. I can feel your lips on my neck. I feel your heart beating through your chest pressed against mine. I feel your hands at home with every nook of my body. I feel your breath in the space between my breasts as you rest above me. I feel your arms keeping me safe and warm all night.
I love you, my hero, my king, and my reason for living. You are all that kept me alive for so long. Everything you are to me for REAL must be replaced before I could ever humor leaving you. I leave that door unlocked, but so few can turn the handle on that door.
I long to touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. Come take me.
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