Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; 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. The equinox occurs the moment the sun crosses the Earth's equator. On this day, the daylight hours are closest in length to the nighttime hours.
USA. Pope Francis is on the East Coast. ¡Hola! el Papa. Thank you, Papa Francisco, for all of your support and for all of your action.
My once-great America, thank you for keeping the Pope safe while he is on his mission in the U.S. Let us make him feel welcome and heeded.
My last blog post was finished at 8:20am on Tuesday, 22Sep2015, from my regular morning haunt, my local Subway. My internet gnomes played me We Take Care of our Own by my darling Mr. Bruce Springsteen while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
Next, my internet gnomes were all about my darling Mr. Smokey Robinson's I Second That Emotion while I searched for world and national headlines online.
I left my regular morning haunt at 11:23am. Lunch at noon was uneventful. I took a nap before leaving for the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade at 4:08pm.
It was the last day my local Famima would be open before closing for good, so I looked around inside for a little snack to buy.
At 5:02pm, I perched beside a street musician named Pete Roth. My hidden security was out and about in force. They made sure I knew that.
By 6:31pm, I was on the patio of the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf with Patricia sipping coffee and chatting about the autumnal change in the weather. Changes in weather are so subtle in California, but, yes, it does get a little cooler in the winter.
I passed by the Apple Store on my way to stream the news, and I found my darling FlamencoHands outside strumming Spanish guitar unto the night sky.
Yes, my nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was a testament to how hard people work to keep me safe. A dedication to my safety, world, does not put up barricades-- it floods my surroundings with the people who love me.
I left to rejoin FlamencoHands at 7:39pm who moved down the street and started playing again at 8:14pm. He played after my darling Mr. Roberto Esquivelzeta sang a song just for me.
It was a mellow night full of beautiful music... until approximately 9:22pm. That was when my homeless friend Lucky came by and offered me dinner.
I accepted. Lucky brought me to George's Bistro, and the service was spectacular. He even gave me a Jack Daniel's Tennessee Honey whiskey-filled chocolate bar before dinner began, and the meal was delicious.
Sadly, when the bill arrived, both of my homeless friend's cards were declined. I offered to go to the ATM. But once I had my debit card out and was standing in front of the cash machine, I decided to take the moment to teach the world it is better to love me than to deny me quality customer service.
I left Lucky at George's and let my beautiful world take care of him. I was on the 10:45pm bus back to my place. Furthermore, I believe we have established that no one can aspire to know what I am thinking until I choose to tell you.
10:50pm on 22Sep2015: My beautiful world, please do me the favor of flooding George's Bistro on the Santa Monica Promenade with business every chance you get. Thx
I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I woke up on Wednesday, 23Sep2015, energized with the equinox that had just occurred. After breakfast, I was outside the Pico Branch Library sipping coffee and working online by 8:57am.
My internet gnomes were playing me The Golden Age of Rock'N'Roll by Mott the Hoople while I took and tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
I searched for world and national news online while sipping my coffee and listening to music that morning like most mornings. It was a great start to the day. I left the Pico Branch Library at 11:08am.
Lunch at noon was uneventful. I took a nap before catching the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade at 4:04pm.
I chatted with Maggie on the way to the Sephora where I checked my makeup. At 4:33pm, I was seated on a park bench beside my darling Mr. Pete Roth again.
I called my Mom through FaceTime at 5:54pm PDT. Mom looked great. She promised to send me mail by Monday. It was a nice little chat.
I ran into Patricia shortly after that. She was all, "I hope Nick (FlamencoHands) shows up, so I can ask him for a cup of coffee." Patricia had forgotten her money and her thermos at her place.
At 6:33pm, "Kevin" walked past us and apologized to me. It was about damn time. We walked down the street, so he could dance a little. He was called away at 6:51pm but promised to come back out to dance later.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was almost all about how great the Pope is. The news was wonderful.
I was chatting with my darling TambourineKicker by 8:17pm as he took over the space in front of the Johnny Rockets that my darling Mr. Pete Roth had just left. He started playing at 8:28pm, and we goofed off a little until 10:04pm.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my 8:34pm until 8:54pm on the evening of 23Sep2015. And, thank you. TambourineKicker is always a lot of fun.
After my darling TambourineKicker left, I made my way down the street slowly to where Red was playing before catching the 11:15pm bus. I was curled up and asleep by 12:30am.
I woke up on Thursday, 24Sep2015, before breakfast. After eating, I was at the Pico Branch Library at 8:19am. This blog post was finished at 8:32am on 24Sep2015.
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 am I a total nerd about today? The 2015 Autumnal Equinox occurred at 1:21am PDT on 23Sep this year. Could anyone else feel the orbit?
Will I ever have sex again? It keeps looking like Obama's "egg" has to end before anyone I am willing to sleep with will ever be permitted near me to have sex with me. This is not my choice. I have high standards and a long wooing process.
I even married my husband hoping I would be able to sleep with him at last, but, no, criminally insane Obama keeps forbidding me all sex while simultaneously wishing he could call me a slut. I might be turning into a Shaker.
If I were leading a life normal for me not to be married to my darling Mr. Johnny "Sweetness" Depp, I would already be living with my darling LightFoot. You can speak with my old neighborhood about how often men used to hang off my arm before Obama's "egg" began.
I never waited in line for a dance floor. I never paid a cover to get in anywhere. There was always someone buying my drinks. I was the drop dead gorgeous lady on the dance floor that most men were too shy to speak to but to whom the musicians always dedicated their songs.
If there were a façade of normality in my life, LightFoot and I would be living together in some mansion by the sea.
My beautiful world, time keeps marching along. The autumnal equinox marks the beginning of autumn in the northern hemisphere. We all just keep getting older. And I still have no children.
How long am I going to be stuck in Obama's "egg"? How long until I am treated like a human again with full human rights? Why is EVIL Iowa and the Dictator Obama whom they obey not completely destroyed yet? This "egg" will not end on its own; you need to force it to end.
My beautiful world, please arrest every rat (expletive) responsible for enforcing Obama's "egg," Obama's "rules," Obama's PROVEN genocide, Obama's dictatorship, and Obama's war.
They are not just going to give up their totalitarian power over America in two years like you are brainwashed into believing. How many mass delusions have they convinced you of already?
I also never died. I also am a stunningly gorgeous genius with absolutely no mental illness. I also have five Nobel Prizes at least already. I also am married to the Mr. Johnny "Sweetness" Depp. I also am a natural woman who has never been pregnant ever in my life.
They need to be forced out of power. ARREST THEM! They have you brainwashed into the mass delusion that Obama's "egg" has an ending of its own.
It is already autumn 2015. How long are you going to just leave me in here suffering and tormented by Obama and his "rules"? ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa will continue breaking every law possible from local to international to keep me so stricken with abject poverty I will never have human rights again.
Destroy EVIL Iowa. Destroy Dictator Obama. Save America. Save the world from Obama's open persecution of me. Save me. Thank you, my beautiful world.
My selfless support system, we need every barrier between me and my brave rescuers arrested. My darling CIA, have you convinced the lackluster FBI to prosecute them all yet? Why is the Department of Justice still refusing all justice in America?
My selfless support system, thank you for keeping me safer than I have ever been before, but we are not done until I have human rights again. For that, we need EVIL Iowa and their Dictator Obama completely destroyed. Please work on it.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, are we on the offensive yet? The United Nations have already begun their official investigation into Obama's "egg."
We need arrest warrants anyplace we can get them. Please turn all of our evidence and list of guilty parties in to Secretary Ban Ki-Moon himself. We need to finally make some progress somewhere.
On the long term, my beautiful world, we need everyone guilty of enforcing and of covering up Obama's "egg" arrested. On the short term, my beautiful world, we need to make my life at least a little livable.
My unrelenting suffering under Obama's open unrelenting persecution of me, though the source of all my powers in the world, is something no one anywhere should have ever been forced to live through.
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, how are you today, darlings? Will I see you tonight, Thursday, 24Sep2015?
My darling MannedUp, what night is your new residency at Harvelle's? I am going to have to stop by there and ask them. I am not sure I will always have enough money to show up, but your residency makes me very happy. Yeah, you put a roof over your head when you play now. I am so happy.
My darling GeneralLee, you are supposed to make sure I can always meditate. That is the job I gave you months ago. I cannot wait to see what you have been up to while we were forced apart. Thank you. Yes, dear, I have been working on putting you back in my life. I am sorry it took so long. I miss you.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I miss you while we are apart.
My darling Bogart, how is the big hero who is choosing the date and time to set my people free? Universal disobedience requires the participation of every network and all media. This is no small job for you. I know you would never let me down.
Keep in mind, I have no way to see or hear any of it anyway except for dedicated feeds sent only to me. This should make your work easier. We have mass mental health genocide to cure by broadcasting the truth en masse at last.
I know I chose the right lover to carry this out. You always wanted to be my biggest hero.
As for you, my darling LightFoot, Obama is so desperate to make me actually commit any sexual act at all whatsoever. That is your power over him. I have done my part. I have even told you, "Yes." Anyone who saw date night Sunday night knows we will take any opportunity we can get to make love.
Your power over Obama's war criminal conspiracy of terrorists hell bent on defaming me, is that I actually would have an extramarital affair with you. My 08July2015 post has MY terms; what are yours? My 16Sep2015 spells out their desperation to placate me; feel your power, my darling LightFoot.
Take control of whether or not I ever have sex before Obama's "egg" ends. If we do this, it will be on our terms. Obama's war criminals need to learn their place. Or I just keep sainting my days and nights away as chaste as I have always been.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, are you using your forum on stage to the best of your abilities abroad? You actually get to travel. Please rally the world you need to lead to come bring me to you. You actually get to go out and seek the world now. Thank you.
With Our Own Rain and Thunder
I have no other gift to give but that in which I am expert. I need to send you my heart, so I write to you.
I could wax about the blossoming lotus and ever-budding moonflower or the how the crying rose tears her dress to shreds every night in mourning for our forced estrangement.
But darling, nothing says "I love and adore you," better than my dedication to touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. You are mine. And I am yours. And until a war can tear a marriage asunder, we march towards each other with our own rain and thunder.
Go seduce the world, my darling. Send the planet to bring me to you. I will be here fighting for my right to kiss you with every word on my finger tips.
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