Title: May I Fly?
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. "A hundred ways to heaven's air become manifest to you; you go flying up to heaven every dawning like a prayer." --Rumi 1207-1273 CE
Guatemala. Central America now has better oversight that the U.S. does. They are actually arresting the criminals in their government. How did America become so backwards that our war criminals run rampant while our heroes face constant gallows and unrelenting threats of torture?
My last blog post was finished at 8:01am on Friday, 04Sep2015, from my bedroom. I ate breakfast and was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:24am.
My internet gnomes played me the Bacchanale from Sampson and Delilah while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
I started singing along while working at 8:47am. The lady next to me made a few song requests. It was a good morning. I left my regular morning haunt for my place at 11:06am.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful, and so was dinner at 5pm. I had napped in between.
By 5:11pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. And, yes, at 5:26pm, I did find my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot waiting to setup their equipment where they planned on playing at 6pm.
At 6:01pm, I looked up from my book of Rumi, and I saw my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle packing up the equipment they had just laid out.
6:02pm on 04Sep2015: Please hurry and check on my darlings Tentacle. Are they being taken away from me? #SquidsPoA @UN @RT_com @cctvnews @Martin_Dempsey
My plea for help was just in time. Thank you, my beautiful world! The sexual tension if not pure love was already intense even before they started playing at 6:33pm.
I warmed up as fast as I could. And, yes, it was a good night for meditation. I hit my stride by 7:18pm and stayed there until my darlings took their mandatory every-two-hour break at 7:58pm.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 8:10pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it made me feel appreciated-- like people actually notice every difficult thing I do all day.
I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot at 8:37pm where they had staked out to play at 10pm. Then, I went to talk to my darling FlamencoHands where he was waiting to play; he had not been on the Promenade in over a week, so we had much to catch up on before I resumed dancing with my darlings Tentacle.
In the middle of talking to my darling FlamencoHands, Shonn brought me in my local Famima to buy me a cup of coffee and a bag of popcorn. I also chatted a little with Patricia and Maggie before returning to where MannedUp and LightFoot were waiting.
I sat down and listened to my darling Pinchas while waiting for my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle.
Then, on my way to run some errand I quickly forgot, I ran into "Kevin" who recited the Our Father on the street corner while fixing me a sandwich. I sang a duet with my darling Wheels. And then my darlings Tentacle began again at 10:23pm.
I danced with "Kevin" a little before meditating. And, no, I did not hit my stride, but I did get our door open. That is, yes, my darlings and I had a very strong connection, but, no, I was not at my physical best. We would still have all weekend for that.
The guys broke for the night at 11:28pm which gave me just enough time to catch the last bus at 11:45pm. It was like they read my mind, or something. Giggle. I was curled up and asleep by 12:30am.
I woke up on Saturday, 05Sep2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. After eating, I visited the Farmers' Market outside the Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library.
My internet gnomes (Gnomes are underground elves.) played me Owl City's Unbelievable while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
I started singing along at 9:10am and did not stop until 10:06am. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording of my morning starting with my darling Ms. Carly Simon's Nobody Does it Better and ending after my darlings AC/DC's Shook Me All Night Long. And, thank you!
I moved out of the sun and into the shade of the awning at 10:14am. My internet gnomes were playing me I Believe in a Thing Called Love by The Darkness while I searched for national and world news online.
At 10:34am, I moved to my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, for a cookie. I left for my place at 11:01am. Lunch at noon was uneventful. I napped. Then dinner at 5pm was tasty yet uneventful. By 5:32pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot at 5:44pm in the same spot where I had left them the previous night. They played until 5:52pm before disassembling their equipment and staking out a place to play at 8pm.
I stopped in the Sephora to check my makeup. I talked with my darling FlamencoHands, Patricia, Tony, Maggie, and a few seconds with Derek before streaming the news online at 7:10pm.
My nightly cyber hug came from my darling Mr. Thomas Roberts, and it reminded me that the world really does hear me when I speak. I am forbidden all acknowledgement that I have ever existed, but I really do affect all of humanity. The cyberhug was wonderful.
Two friends from where I stay, Chad and Benjamin, were out and about that night. They found me while I was waiting for my darlings Tentacle and came and went from my side all night for hours.
It turned out my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle were waiting to play again at 10pm not at 8pm, so I walked over to listen to my darling FlamencoHands who was already playing at 8:27pm when I reached him after Patricia bought me a cup of coffee. He was genius as always.
I rejoined my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot where they were waiting at 9:16pm. Sometimes it is comforting just having them near me. Their gorgeous music began at 10:12pm, and I warmed up as fast as I could.
It was Saturday night. I hit my zone but lost it quickly. Everything was gorgeous from 10:29pm to 10:52pm, but I was sitting down at 11:16pm. So much is a function of time sometimes.
My darlings were still playing at 11:35 when I had to leave to catch the last bus. It always wrenches the still beating heart out of my chest when I have to get up and leave them. I was curled up and asleep by 12:45am.
I woke up on Sunday, 06Sep2015,with plenty of time before breakfast. This blog post was finished at 7:57am on 06Sep2015 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.
What are some of my favorite metaphors for what I am living through? I get compared to Jesus a lot, but as an atheist, I prefer secular metaphors.
1) Bridge of Birds by my darling Mr. Barry Hughart. Make sure you read the whole book.
2) Eets. No one can control me, so they control my environment.
3) Bowfinger. This movie might actually freak you out a little.
4) A Stranger in a Strange Land by my darling Mr. Robert A. Heinlein. Grok?
5) Comfort Eagle by Cake. If you get a chance, listen to the whole album.
Do I like my new job working for the CIA? It is a job I do in addition to my work as a world leader, and it involves mostly covert debriefings directly to the FBI. I love being able to say I am a not-undercover CIA field operative. I have never had a sexier title. It is even better than being a royal princess.
My beautiful world, may I leave for my REAL home with my husband, yet? May I leave, yet, for a place I and all the people around me are free to have our full human rights? My beautiful world, may I fly?
We have so much work to do. We need to restore all of America's 1st Amendment rights. We need to carry me out of Obama's "egg."
We need to arrest everyone enforcing any part of Obama's "egg" for war crimes and for aiding and abetting war crimes, human trafficking, genocide, systemic rape, and war, especially ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa must be removed from my life FOREVER.
We need to make my life more livable until I can be rescued from Obama's "egg." We have to restore America to its pre-"egg" greatness once Obama and his kith are finally arrested.
Do you remember America before Obama's "egg"? There was no civil war. There was no chaos. There was no mayhem. There was no libel pornography forced on our children to make them hate me, a holy woman. There were no earspeakers destroying everyone's minds with lies and commands.
We need to force Obama's "egg" to end. It will not end on its own. Those in dictatorial power including Obama himself will never willingly give up their totalitarian power over America. GET YOUR EARSPEAKERS REMOVED AND DISOBEY EVERY DAMN RULE!
Pick a date and a time and as a people decide you will be free of Obama.
My selfless support system, I see you all everywhere. Thank you for saturating my surroundings to make me safe. It is very important you not be controlled by your earspeakers. I need you all free of Obama's mental health genocide, so you can keep my surroundings safe. And, thank you!
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, War Criminal Boeset has refused to give me any money to live on at all for over six months. Have her arrested to aiding and abetting all of Obama's crimes from human trafficking to mental health genocide.
Her choice to keep me in abject poverty enforces that I never and that the people around me never regain our human rights.
I am supposed to have a right to freedom from persecution, freedom from unlawful imprisonment and from other cruel and unusual punishments, freedom from torture, freedom from human trafficking, and freedom from hatred.
Proven War Criminal Boeset is one of Obama's biggest monster psychopaths. She needs to be removed from society forever. Please turn our evidence in to the FBI and to the International Criminal Court and have her arrested. Thank you, Syniva.
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, why is there still no GeneralLee in my life?
My darling MannedUp, it is always wonderful seeing you. When we are both in the zone, so much magic happens.
Darling, I hate when we are apart. I had to wait all week until Friday to see you this week, and my Thursday got ugly because we had been apart too long. Yes, dear, I am working on it.
My darling GeneralLee, why are you still forbidden from playing me music? What did they do to you this time? Where are you? What is wrong? What do you need? Please call my Powers of Attorney, so we can fix this.
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 hate when we are apart.
My darling Bogart, I always give you so much work to do. How is your to-do list coming along? Never pretend I do not need you. You are such an important part of my life, my darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno. I hate how you are forbidden from seeing me, and I cannot wait to kiss you again.
Darling, I need you in my life. So many wonder why I still call you my boyfriend when I have not seen you in so long, but you do so much for me. I would not still be alive without you. You are so important to me. Thank you for doing so much for me still. I love you too much to let you go.
My darling LightFoot, yes. That is all I have to say to you, "Yes."
Yes, darling, yes, I will lay upon your bed clad in nothing but the sky at night time. Yes, I will awaken to your kisses in the heavy breath of night in case the first few times were not enough to sate the wild appetite I grow in you myself.
Yes, I will rest my head upon your arm until morning just a breath away from your gorgeous face. Yes, I will wake you with kisses all over your body as the rosy red fingers of dawn wipe the sleep from my eyes, but only if you promise me we will spend our mornings like this for weeks on end.
Yes, my darling, I love you. I have nothing to tell you but, "Yes. Yes, I will. Yes. Yes! YES!"
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, remember your Honey-do list with everything from hacking all earspeakers to disable them to kicking Wells Fargo Bank into line, so you, my legally recognized husband, can finally have access to all of my bank accounts?
Beloved, give Bogart your Honey-do list and work full time instead on leading the world to come rescue me. I need to fly. So, you, my hero and my king, you need to make that possible.
When I chose you, Sweetness, I chose an equal. If there is something only I could do that I do not have enough human rights to get done, it is your job. So, you need to come rescue me. That is your full time job now. Enjoy your promotion to my equal.
My hero and my king, I am so empty without you. There is nothing but a huge gaping hole in my life where you are supposed to be. My arms. My arms are empty.
My long arms are supposed to be wrapped around you with my long raven hair spread across your bare chest. But instead, I am alone. Every day and every night alone. You are my husband. Where are you?