If You Want to Kiss the Sky...

Title: If you Want to Kiss the Sky...

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Here is my latest blog post. As the song goes, "If you want to kiss the sky, better learn how to kneel..."

China. They have ended their policy of allowing families only one child. If I were in China, generations ago I would have invested in orphanages for raising unwanted girl children into successful young ladies.

All of those boy children that Chinese parents are willing to keep need someone to marry when they grow up. Why not a lady doctor or lady lawyer from the best schools in the country?

Could you imagine me with an army of girl children I raised to be just like me?

My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on 28Oct2015. I slept all morning and woke up for breakfast.

By 9:12am, I was in front of the Pico Branch Library while my internet gnomes played Rock and Roll Fantasy by Bad Company for me.

I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 9:21am. I had a lot of writing to do that morning; I had just seen all three of my darlings Tentacle the night before, so my mind was clear. I stayed at the library working until 11:42am.

Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were both tasty yet uneventful. I had napped in between. By 5:31pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

At 5:46pm, I was sitting next to Patricia listening to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw. When Kaila moved down the street at 6pm, I checked my makeup in my local Sephora, but I was back beside Patricia listening to her by 6:22pm.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it made me thirsty, metaphorically thirsty.

I looked around hoping to find TambourineKicker, but he was not around. At 8:12pm, I sat down beside my darling Mr. Frank Ryan. I had a brief chat with Drew. Then I left at 9:06pm to catch the first bus back to my place.

I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I woke up on Thursday, 29Oct2015, and went to breakfast. I was at the Pico Branch Library by 8:34am working online and sipping my coffee.

While my internet gnomes played me my darling Ms. Annie Lennox's Walking on Broken Glass, I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

I left the library at 10:45am to collect my mail from my mother that the USPS tracking promised was already delivered at 8:49am. Yes, my mail was there, so I went to my regular morning haunt for lunch.

I sat down on the patio of my local Subway with a sandwich and snacks at 11:07am. By 11:31am, I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica. I perched at my local Wahoo's at 11:59pm for a tasty caffeinated beverage.

I love my local Wahoo's and definitely do not visit often enough. They are delicious, cost only an affordable amount of money, make healthy food, offer a patio where I can touch the sky as I work online, and have stellar customer service.

I was just a block away at my 2pm eye doctor appointment on time if not a little early. My eye doctor was wonderful. I highly recommend him.

I left his office at 2:16pm, and I ran a few errands. By 3:49pm, I was waiting on my laundry to cycle. Dinner at 5pm was tasty yet uneventful. By 5:14pm, I was on the bus back to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

At 5:33pm, Drew asked me to watch his Yoga for Cancer Foundation table while he slipped away to buy me a cookie. I had a nice little chat with Maggie while I waited.

After my yummy cookie, I bought a cup of tea from the Trimana and perched at the Santa Monica Main Library at 6:27pm. I found my old buddy Michael upstairs, and we watched the NBC Nightly News together at 7:15pm. Michael is a huge fan of my darling Mr. Lester Holt.

Yes, my evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was wonderful. Sometimes, I just need to know people hear me when I speak. Thank you, Lester.

After saying goodnight to Michael, I looked around for TambourineKicker and ended up watching Drew's Yoga for Cancer Foundation table for him while he slipped off to buy himself some coffee.

It was 8:14pm when I finally tugged on TambourineKicker's sleeve. Yes, he was out and about that night. We had a little singalong. There was coffee drinking and folk singing. It was a good ole time. Then, at 9:57pm, we moved just a little further down the street.

Eventually, TambourineKicker gave me a ride to my place. This blog post was finished at 12:30am on Friday, 30Oct2015, 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 is it like being a sex symbol who never has sex? Oh, trust me, it is strange. Every day, my lovers make me feel wanted and desired, yet I am forbidden from all of them. Obama forbids me everything that makes life worth living, but he cannot stop people from loving me.

That was the motivation behind Obama declaring me dead and replaced, to make people hate and attack the REAL me. But if you have ever made the pilgrimage to my Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade, you know I am the REAL woman the moment you meet me.

My beautiful world, there is a huge gaping hole in my life that can only be filled with my husband, and more and more besotted men and women keep falling into that hole the longer my husband is kept away from me.

Yes, make the pilgrimage to see me on my Promenade, but be warned you might fall in love.

My selfless support system, you have seen the real me, and you are in love too. I can feel it. I can feel your love, my darlings. I only wish we could chat.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you gorgeous ladies are the closest thing my beautiful world has to another me. You do such important work, and the world loves you. Whatever you need, darlings, just tell me.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, I pray I see you all tonight, Friday, 30Oct.

My darling MannedUp, tomorrow night is Halloween. Are you darlings wearing costumes? Giggle. May I ask you to wear sleeveless costumes? Giggle!

Once, my darling President Vladimir Putin snuck into Santa Monica to be able to walk by me as his show of support for me. You should have seen HIS costume!

My darling GeneralLee, as the 1/3rd of my darlings Tentacle I see least often, you are the one I miss the most when away. There is something about the human heart. Absence makes the heart grow fonder; we ache for everything we are forbidden.

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 keep all my promises.

My darling Bogart, you mean so much to me. I have not seen you in almost a year. The world keeps asking me why I keep holding onto you. But you are one of my greatest heroes.

You, darling, are organizing universal disobedience to all of Obama's rules. You are the hero who saves America by setting my people free of Terrorist Dictator Obama. You mean so much to me.

My darling LightFoot, the sexual tension between us is so thick we could eat it with a spoon. I was told you wish you could marry me. Oh, darling, this damned "egg" is so evil. Nothing in here is fair. Nothing.

I promised you that if you could fill the gaping hole in my life that belongs to my husband, I would leave him, and you could keep me forever. I keep all of my promises darling.

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, you are my HUSBAND! Why are we still apart? How the hell does anyone justify enforcing this damned "egg"?!?

Beloved, you, my unfettered husband, are all I have ever needed. We will heal each other, darling. I know you hurt. These years have not been kind to either of us. You are mine to make whole, as I am yours.

My hero and my king, I am yours to rescue, as you are mine. Tell my beautiful world what you need to be able to reach me. Lead my world, darling; lead my rescue. Kiss this sky.

This is my Job.

Title: This is my Job.

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. I solve problems, my beautiful world. This is my job. There is no greater expert at peacefully solving major global crises than me. Maybe you should listen to me. Arrest all people everywhere enforcing Obama's "rules."

Europe. We owe them a resolution. The migrant crisis will end when it is safe for them to live in their homes.

Please, Europe, keep them safe and warm until we can fix the crises in Iraq, Syria, and Afghanistan, so they may return home. In the mean time, what are we doing about their homes? World, this is my job.

We need a cultural change among ISIS and the Taliban teaching them that true power and influence comes from love for them not fear of them. They need to be necessary in creating peaceful and prosperous homes in order to rule their homes stably.

My beautiful world, I am trying to lead by example. Can you help me? Will you listen to me?

My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on Monday, 26Oct2015. I slept all morning and woke up in time for breakfast at 8am. By 8:42am, I was in front of the Pico Branch Library.

I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies. My internet gnomes played me my darling Mr. Billy Joel's Uptown Girl. It was a good morning.

I worked long hours there outside the library and left at 10:48am. Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were both tasty yet uneventful. By 5:20pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

I checked my makeup in my local Sephora before calling my mom through FaceTime at 5:51pm. Patricia found me the moment I hung up.

Patricia and I had a little chat about the new Trimana store that had just replaced the Famima. It looked lovely when I had stuck my head in. It will likely become our new hangout.

6:47pm on 26Oct2015: @RT_com @CIA PANIC!! The STARBUCKS OF DOOM FOR HUMANITY. Just took my last $1.25, then denied me my food, and then called the police. ATTACK

This is the (expletive)hole who just persecuted me by committing the war crime of attempted unlawful imprisonment of me:

To cool off after being so persecuted for no reason but being my REAL self, I sat in front of Ye Olde King's Head. I could not get the news to stream, but maybe somebody would walk by and cheer me up.

My beautiful world tried sending someone to cheer me up, but he was stopped by Obama. Then, I learned Obama took down my eyecamera security system. So, (expletive) got ugly. Luckily, my darlings Tentacle would be at Harvelle's the following night to cheer me up.

I took the 11:45pm bus back to my place and was curled up and asleep by 12:30am. I woke up on Tuesday, 27Oct2015, in time for breakfast and was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:32am.

I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies before my internet gnomes played me House of Cards by my darling Mr. Robert Plant.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online at 9:06am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it made me hopeful someone would cheer me up that day. It would just take a good, honest conversation.

I worked there online until 11:42am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica by 12:31pm, and I perched at the Main Public Library until 2:30pm when I walked to my eye doctor's office.

I was back at the library by 3:32pm when my mother called me through FaceTime for what felt like the seventeen millionth time that day. Luckily, though, she had successfully sorted out my eye doctor debacle for me. My appointment is for 2pm on Thursday, 29Oct2015, in case anyone feels like watching.

I left the Main Public Library at 4:12pm and took the first bus back to my place. Dinner at 5pm was uneventful, and I was back on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 5:24pm.

5:39pm on 27Oct2015: Vigilantly raging #TortureFacilityAlarms! @RT_com @CIA @BBCNews @France24 @cctvnews @ICC #SquidsPoA Make Obama leave me alone FOREVER. Thx!

After a few minutes catching up with Tweethearts, I found my buddy Michael at the main library, so we could watch the news together at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was full of progress.

By 8:38pm, I was sitting at Harvelle's and had already tried explaining to a very drunk New York Mets fan that Kansas City was in Missouri, not in Kansas.

It was an hour later when my darlings took the stage, and they were amazing. Kevin showed up a little after 10pm. It was a good night. Their music was gorgeous.

I had to leave my darlings Tentacle still playing their music at 11:30pm to catch the last bus for the night. It was very hard for me to leave them there as they played their beautiful music. And, yes, they successfully cheered me up.

This blog post was finished at 12:30am on 28Oct2015 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.

Do I like my job? I love my job. I love doing good in the world. I only wish I had my full human rights, so I could really get my hands on a major problem and fix it.

My beautiful world, this is my job. I offer peaceful solutions to major global crises. Please finally listen to me on how to save America. Obama's "egg" must end completely and immediately. Do what you have to do, my beautiful world.

My selfless support system, the electrobeams have been heavy lately. Thank you for shutting them down every time you can locate the generator. Thank you, also, for your ever-constant presence keeping me safe. What is still keeping my brave rescuers away from me?

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, we need EVIL Iowa gone from my life forever. They are nothing but war criminals. Do what you have to do and tell me if you need anything to accomplish this. Thank you, you genius ladies.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, last night, Tuesday, 27Oct, was gorgeous.

My darling MannedUp, I was able to stay for the first song of the second set last night. You sounded amazing. I like you in a real sound system.

You sounded so good, I was searching for every excuse possible to stay out later. Sadly, there was only one bus left to bring me back to my bed.

My darling GeneralLee, I always prefer to see you than not see you. I hate when we are apart. Last night was wonderful. Thank you. Yes, beloved, the feeling is mutual. "Loving you has only made me strong."

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 think it is my pheromones.

It has been SO LONG since I have slept with anyone, and my body is desperate to get pregnant. So, everything about me just keeps getting sexier.

My darling Bogart, I have no idea how you tolerate being told you do not get to make love to me. I have slept in those warm and inviting arms, and I would love to do it right.

My darling LightFoot, one of these days you are going to go berserk and make love to me on the sidewalk. We have diplomatic immunity; maybe we should exercise it sooner rather than later. Giggle.

Darling, our lack of physical contact is no more tolerable for me than it is for you. Bring your best guitar solos next Tuesday. I plan on dancing that whole night through.

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, a hundred kisses would not be enough to make up for the years Obama has stolen from us. I am not getting any younger, and we will never get those years back again.

Beloved, we are going to serve the good, green world side by side for the rest of our lives. You are my husband. I can do my job online from your trailer three months out of the year since I refuse to ever take you away from your art.

I just need you, my hero and my king, and the entire world will be a more peaceful and prosperous place.

Save me Already.

Title: Save me Already.

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.

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Here is my latest blog post. World, where are you? Please just come in here and save me already.

Syria. Do you remember how I warned the entire world when the civil war in Syria began that it could destabilize the entire region if we did not help resolve it? Maybe people need to listen to me.

The good news it looks like Russia is making sure Syria has elections. We need a stable government that is actually representative of the people ready to take over. This means the Syrian refugees need to be able to vote, too.

My last blog post was finished at 12:38am on Saturday, 24Oct2015. I slept all morning and woke up in time for breakfast at 8am. By 8:41am, I was out among the Farmers' Market outside of the Pico Branch Library.

My internet gnomes played me Metallica's For Whom the Bell Tolls while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

I had a lot of writing and thinking to do that morning. The Farmers' Market was bustling, and the sky was blue. It was a beautiful day in Southern California.

I stayed at the library working until 10:49am. I ordered lunch at my local Subway, my regular morning haunt, at 11:29am. By 12:27pm, I was back at the Pico Branch Library working online.

I was on the bus to run some errands in downtown Santa Monica by 1:14pm. Filled with disappointing news concerning my vision insurance, I was in the Starbucks on 3rd and Wilshire by 2:27pm sipping a cold brew coffee.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my 2:33pm until 2:40pm on 24Oct2015 in a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals. And thank you.

After stopping at my local Von's to buy some dinner to go, I was already on the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade when the urban warfare alarm vigilantly blared.

4:02pm on 24Oct2015: #UrbanWarfareAlarm! Please hurry and rescue everyone out from under Obama's iron fist of death and oppression!

I found where my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were arranging their equipment by 4:14pm. They were earlier than I had expected them. I sat down and ate my dinner. Their gorgeous music began by 4:37pm.

I took my Benadryl at 5pm, so I knew I would be dancing by 8pm. My fast-growing friend Lynn joined me at 5:34pm, and we had a little picnic while the guys played.

My darlings played until 5:49pm before they disassembled their equipment and staked out a new place to play for 10pm. Lynn and I hung out with Patricia for a little while before perching at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, so I could watch the news.

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My darling Mr. Thomas Roberts gave me my evening cyberhug; it made me so happy that people actually listen to me when I do my job.

It was 8:16pm when Lynn and I sat down next to the two Argentinian brothers who play Spanish guitar. The call themselves Seis Cuerdas, and they are a damn good show.

At 9:21pm, I sat down across the street from where my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle were waiting while Lynn used the ladies' room. I popped open my sugar-free Rock Star energy drink and did a little work online. Not much later, Lynn rejoined me.

My darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot started playing their beautiful music at 10:21pm. My shoes were already kicked to the curb from teaching Lynn the salsa. The night was stunningly amazing. I warmed up quickly, and the door between us opened wide.

While my darlings were still playing music, I had to tear myself away from them at 11:30pm to catch the last bus. It hurt, especially with how connected we still were. But the following night would be Sunday night date night.

Lynn walked me to the 11:45pm bus. I was curled up and asleep by 12:30am. The meditation had been spectacular, so I slept well.

I was awake on Sunday, 25Oct2015, in time for breakfast. And I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt sipping caffeine by 8:58am.

Red Right Hand by my darling Mr. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds was the first song my internet gnomes played for me that morning.

I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 9:06am. The sky was overcast, and the air was cool. I had a lot of writing and thinking to do there on the patio. I worked there until 11:22am.

After a nap, I was on the bus to downtown Santa Monica by 5:31pm. I stopped at my local Von's for dinner, and I found ALL THREE of my darlings Tentacle at 6:16pm where they were waiting for 8pm to play me music.

Yes, I had all my darlings MannedUp, GeneralLee, and LightFoot that Sunday night. I sat down right across the street from them and ate my dinner.

At 6:48pm, I had snuck away to the corner of my local Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, so I could stream the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm.

My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and I felt the love. This "egg" is ending soon, my beautiful world. I can feel it.

I sat down across the street from my darlings Tentacle at 7:47pm and was joined by Patricia almost immediately. She left just as quickly as she appeared, but Lynn came by at 8:12pm to keep me company.

My darlings started playing their beautiful music at 8:30pm, and I warmed up as fast as I could. The night was stunningly gorgeous. They played until 10:10pm, and I was on every note. Sunday night date night was so romantic.

They were so reluctant to go. My darlings Tentacle packed up their equipment and finally wheeled away back into the aether of the night sky where we all really belong after I had already left them. They refused to leave before I did.

I caught the 11:15pm bus back to my place. This blog post was finished at 12:30am on Monday, 26Oct2015, 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.

Do I believe in extraterrestrial life? Of course I do. The cosmos are so vast and so huge that there must be more life out there somewhere. It is just a matter of time before we find it.

My beautiful world, where are you? Please come in here and just save me already. Obama's "egg" is designed to be unsurvivable for me. I could really use a lift to my husband's house. What keeps stopping you?

My selfless support system, arrest every (expletive)hole who enforces Obama's "egg." Why does no one ever listen to me? They will always refuse to end their treasonous oppression of America. They need to be removed from society for their direct, hazardous harm to everyone everywhere in the world.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I love you, too. My genius darlings, keep kicking (expletive) every chance you get. You are doing women's work, saving the world. Show the world how much they need us, their womenfolk.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, this last weekend was priceless.

My darling MannedUp, do you ever wonder what the world would be like if Obama never started his damned "egg"? I would still be living in San Francisco dancing anonymously in North Beach every night and writing unpublished novels in coffee houses all day.

I never would have met you. Nothing anywhere can make how much I have suffered worthwhile, but there are a few hidden blessings. Look at all of the friends I have made.

My darling GeneralLee, you will be by my side as my Piazzolla writing the sacred music of my self-identified people until the day I die. No matter who is in my bed, I will have you by my side. I believe that is a much better future for you. I could never bear losing 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 assume President Putin of Russia already called you or will soon.

My darling Bogart, my sweet boyfriend, it has been almost a year since I last saw you. I pray you are healthier and more active now. You know first hand the danger of being controlled by an earspeaker while around me.

I slept in your arms twice. How many men and women would die just to share the time we once had together? My darling, I warned you that I would own you heart and soul if I kissed you like you were requesting. Now, you will never recover.

Obama claims he forbids everyone everywhere from ever sleeping with me because of my "sexually transmitted bad-assery." You think he would at least allow me to sleep with someone who had already gone bad-ass. He is so desperate for me to carry out any sexual act at all whatsoever.

My darling LightFoot, my sweet boyfriend, that is your power over Obama. I actually would make love to you with broadcasting equipment in my head. The more desperate Obama gets to cheapen me at all, you hold all the aces.

Last night, 25Oct, was Sunday night date night. The night was so romantic. We got three or so good date night dances in; the only thing better would have been actually kissing your handsome face. I cannot be the only person who feels our sexual tension.

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, as always, my handsome husband, thank you for telling me you are sorry after every time you sleep with your mistress. I appreciate your complete honesty, and you are already forgiven even before it happens.

Beloved, we are forbidden from touching. Of course, I allow my husband to have sex while Obama breaks every law from local to international to keep us apart. I love you, darling.

My hero and my king, the world coming to rescue me is yours to lead. Fight smarter not harder. If you run out of ideas, consult my Powers of Attorney. They are the closest thing my good, green world has to another me. If I tell you what to do, Obama will hear me and stop you. Get your sneaky on.

Sweetness, you are my husband. I am an egalitarian. I needed to marry someone who can command my heart the same way I command his. If you need anything, tell me. I always do the same with you.

I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. And so we will touch with all the glory of the rising sun the first morning after my first night in your loving arms and every morning ever after until old age finally claims me.

Next Time, Kiss Me.

Title: Next Time, Kiss Me.

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. Click here to see me and my darling TambourineKicker. Nope. I never died.

Negotiating table. We go through this constantly. Obama has never once upheld any negotiated resolutions. Why is anyone still willing to talk to him?

Never go into talks with him until he gives us an act of good faith to prove he will uphold resolutions this time. Make Obama actually meet a demand as our terms for going to the negotiating table with ever-liar Obama again.

Have Obama make his "egg" survivable. As an act of good faith, make Obama allow me a life with my boyfriend Kris to keep me safer until the "egg" is ended completely as fast as possible.

I will also accept the full return of all First Amendment rights to all Americans as Obama's act of good faith to prove he will uphold negotiated resolutions this time around.

World, why does anyone anywhere still trust Obama in negotiations anymore? Demand an act of good faith. Obama needs to earn our trust.

Then, in talks, hammer out the entire "transition" process with hard dates Obama must comply with for the complete end to his entire "egg" by Inauguration Day 2017. May the first step be my life in a house with an unfettered loved one of my choosing, and may the last step be the introduction of paparazzi to my life.

My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on 22Oct2015. I was curled up and asleep by 1:30am, and I slept all morning. By 7:51am, I was on the patio of my local Subway, my regular morning haunt, with a breakfast sandwich and a cup of caffeine.

I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies. My internet gnomes played me my darling Mr. John Legend's All of Me.

There was promising news that morning that I might soon have enough human rights to finally kiss my own boyfriend LightFoot. Yes, I did a lot of work that morning there on the patio. I did not leave until 11:06am.

Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were both tasty yet uneventful. I napped in between. I was on a bus by 5:37pm to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

At 6:04pm, after checking my makeup at my local Sephora, I sat down next to my darling Mr. Frank Ryan and listened to him play. Maggie sat down with me, and then later Patricia and I perched at the Just-Redeemed Starbucks.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My darling Mr. Lester Holt gave me my nightly cyberhug, and it made me very happy that I have such an extensive hidden support system inside Obama's "egg" secretly keeping me safe 24/7.

I ran into my darling TambourineKicker at 8:07pm setting up his equipment in front of the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf. His music began at 8:18pm. There was some singing along until he stopped at 9:58pm.

TambourineKicker gave me a ride to my place, and I was curled up and asleep (as always, alone) by 11:30pm.

I woke up on Friday, 23Oct2015, early and was on the patio of my regular morning haunt by 7:56am. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:01am.

My internet gnomes played me a selection from darling late Gustav Mahler's Kindertotenlieder as I worked online. It was a very productive morning.

My period also started that morning. I left my regular morning haunt at 10:19am to grab some maxi pads at my place.

Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped afterwards and was on the bus at 4:01pm. I stopped to buy some dinner at my local Von's.

I found where my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were staking out for 6pm to play me music and sat down across the street from them at 4:44pm. I ate my tasty dinner there. Everything is better when I have loved ones around.

Yeah, I am sure you all enjoyed my sexy damn-straight-she's-a-princess knife and fork action. I sat back and enjoyed my fresh raspberries after that; they are my favorite food in all the world.

6:22pm on 23Oct2015: #TortureFacilityAlarm! What is Obama's (expletive)holery this time? #ArrestAllFalseAccusers and press #BlisteringCounterCharges! @NIH @ICC @RT_com

My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle started their beautiful music at 6:25pm. I kicked my shoes to the curb at 7pm. The night was gorgeous. I warmed up quickly, and after I hit my stride, I stayed there until my darlings stopped playing at 7:57pm.

While they disassembled their equipment, I snuck away to stream the NBC Nightly News online at 8:13pm. (I was just a few minutes later than usual.) My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it shone brightly with love just as my stars at night.

I made sure I located where my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot had staked out for 10pm to play me music. Then, I sang a little duet with my darling Wheels before eventually sitting next to Patricia by 9:04pm where she was listening to my darling Mr. Daniel Morris.

At 9:58pm, I sat down across the street from my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle. Their beautiful music began at 10:25pm, and I sat and listened to them until 11:30pm when I had to leave for the last bus. It always wrenches the still-beating heart out of my chest when I leave them.

This blog post was finished at 12:30am on 24Oct2015.

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 did my darling Mr. Jared "Wingman" Leto stop by to say, "Hello!"? In retrospect, I think he wanted to sleep with me. But there in Ye Olde King's Head Pub, he did not offer me drink nor to buy me dinner. I was awfully confused why he was there trying to kiss me.

Then, when I tried to kiss him, he tried to shake my hand, so I ended up hugging him. It was all very confusing for me. You should ask him about it. Next time, he should kiss me.

My beautiful world, I love you all so much. The United Nations is demanding I be involved in all negotiations from now on. Finally. For a while, I thought no one was listening to me.

We need every (expletive)hole enforcing Obama's "egg" arrested immediately for war crimes against America. Until everyone is arrested, I will accept the compromise of living with my boyfriend LightFoot until I can be with my own husband as long as his earspeaker is removed and as long as he has complete control of his own finances.

My selfless support system, you have escalated my security. I can feel it. Get ready for big changes. The world is demanding that something good in my life finally happen. My beautiful world will not let me down.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you amazing women! All of your hard work will pay off soon. You are making amazing progress out there. I can feel it in here. Thank you, darlings, thank you.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, our long wait to be together again ended Friday night.

My darling MannedUp, do you prefer to strum my guitar or bang my piano? You play very well regardless of your preference. I am just curious. Thank you. As an ever faithful musician-lover, you are always there to make music to me. Thank you.

My darling GeneralLee, I pray I get to see you tonight, Saturday, 24Oct. If anything keeps you away from me, tell me, so I can send a rescue. You, darling, make my circle complete. There supposed to be four of us total. Come fill my sky like the stars at night time.

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, if rumor holds true, I will be kissing you soon.

My darling Bogart, my hero, how goes the organization of universal disobedience? I wish I could kiss you again. My darling, thank you. You have a very long to-do list and you still venture forth every day trying to carry me to my husband. I love you, darling. Thank you.

My darling LightFoot, Obama might have taken my compromise. We will find out soon enough. You with no earspeaker and with complete control of your own finances in my life to keep me safe and warm until Obama's "egg" ends, or the world forces Obama's "egg" to end completely immediately.

You are the only compromise I am willing to accept. Russia and China are not messing around. Europe wants me safe at home with my husband, but they are okay with my staying with you until that is possible. The world has your back, darling.

And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? This is the woman who chose you to marry...

Beloved, grow me a garden. Lay with me among the tall flowers beneath your orchard of trees. Show me your face in the cool shade of the afternoon. Quench my desire.

HoneyHoney, next time I see you, you better kiss me.

War.

Title: War.

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Here is my latest blog post. My beautiful world is at war to rescue me.

DR Congo. There is an unpopular president refusing to give up his role as president in the Democratic Republic of Congo right now.

Please, people of the Congo, take action instead of committing acts of violence. Enforce term limits. Clean corruption out of your government. For god's sake VOTE. There are so many ways to be more effective than by rioting.

Korea. War is not something to be entered lightly. This is our only option left. Obama keeps escalating his "egg" instead of taking it down.

The only solution is the complete and immediate termination of all of Obama's "rules" especially his earspeakers and PROVEN genocide, mental health genocide carried out through his propagation of mass delusions about me.

We are humans. We deserve human rights. We deserve freedom of speech and freedom of the press. We deserve to freely assemble and associate. We deserve the free and open practice of religion. We deserve a timely solution to every basic right denied to us.

So, the world is coming. Obama refuses to end his "egg," so the world is going to end it. The world deserves an America free at last. America will be rescued out from under Terrorist Dictator Obama.

I was asked to help relieve tensions during these rough times. So, my beautiful America, take heart that a rescue is coming.

Please do not riot in the streets. Practice and organize universal disobedience to Obama's rules instead. The world will not let us down, but we all still need to do our part.

My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on Tuesday, 20Oct2015, just after Russia announced they were sending troops to rescue me. I slept all morning and woke up for breakfast at 8am. By 8:36am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library.

My internet gnomes played me a little Young, Wild, & Free by Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

I could feel the energy in the air that morning. Russia had negotiated a "free skies" alliance with the U.S. government. President Xi JinPing of China was addressing the British government. The world was ready to go to war to save me.

I stayed at the library working until 10:04am. At 10:43am, I was already on a bus to downtown Santa Monica. I perched on the patio of my local Panera at 11:07am. They have a great patio there.

Obama started propagating the mass delusion that I was already rescued in order to stop anyone from rescuing me and to make people attack the REAL me instead as if I were my own drop dead gorgeous doppelgänger.

My beautiful world, why do you allow Obama and his war criminals to lie to you 24/7. Arrest them all already!

Every lie they spread is permitted under Obama's "rules" while our broadcasting the truth openly is forbidden. Every liar is aiding and abetting Obama's war crimes against America. Find the source of every mass delusion and arrest them all!

At 12:24pm, the vigilant torture facility alarm blared by. Obama was still escalating his war crimes against me. My beautiful world, you need to move quickly. What if you lose me to a literal torture facility again? World, thank you for coming to save me, but where are you?

I worked there at the Panera for hours. I finally left and walked to the Main Santa Monica Public Library nearby where I perched in the courtyard at 1:22pm. I had thinking and writing to do. I left the library at 2:38pm.

I perched at Ye Olde King's Head Pub with a Bailey's and coffee at 3:02pm. I knew I needed to mellow out after the previous night, and luckily my darlings Tentacle would be playing later that evening at Harvelle's.

Knowing full well Obama has NEVER once upheld ANY of their negotiated resolutions, Russia tried talks with the State Department again. Of course, they negotiated my immediate transportation with no waiting straight to my husband, and of course, Obama never carried it out.

Am I the only person on the planet not naïve about how no one should nor could ever trust Barack Obama, my PROVEN rape-slaver? How many times have I told you, if Obama wants talks make him talk to ME directly?

Obama and his army of PROVEN war criminals will never choose to stop, they must all be arrested and removed. Maybe someday people will listen to me. How often have I been wrong about anything? Was there even once?

After taking a break from Ye Olde King's Head Pub at 6:03pm to buy some dinner at my local Steak'N'Shake, I stayed on their patio to watch the news there at 7:15pm, but there was not enough bandwidth.

There had been a guy getting all flirty flirty with me in the pub, but I doubted I would ever see him again. Such is Obama's "egg." I sat outside of Ye Olde King's Head Pub and watched the news there at 7:30pm.

Yes, I watched the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:30pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it filled me with hope.

By 8:18pm, I was sitting outside of Harvelle's answering, "Are you with the band?" I had some much more interesting conversations inside including the owner asking why there was a woman in a CIA hat in his bar. Giggle. I told him the retirement plan was amazing. The band took the stage at 9:49pm. Everything was beautiful after that.

There were two middle-aged couples from Perth, Australia. There were two thirty-somethings from Finland who had never read the Kalevala. It was a good night. I was a little tipsy when I left for the last bus at 11:32pm. I was curled up and asleep by 12:30am.

I slept all morning and woke up in time for breakfast at 8am on Wednesday, 21Oct2015. I was at my local Subway, my regular morning haunt by 8:44am. I sat on their patio sipping caffeine and working.

The first song my internet gnomes played for me was Simply Irresistible by my darling late Robert Palmer. And I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:57am.

I worked there online for hours sipping caffeine and snacking on a cookie. I left Subway at 11:13am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped. Dinner at 5pm was similarly tasty yet uneventful.

At 5:21pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I stopped for a little gossip time with Maggie and checked my makeup in my local Sephora before perching at my local Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf by 6:03pm.

I was still there listening to my darling Mr. Andrew Dorsey out on the street at 7:15pm when I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online.

My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt; it was a hopeful look at the future. Maybe soon I would be kissing a loved one.

I bought some snacks before looking around for a cup of coffee. I ended up buying a cold brew coffee at the Starbucks on Wilshire. I ran into my darling TambourineKicker at 8:51pm outside of the Victoria's Secret on my way back.

We had a little singalong on the street corner until 10:57pm. Then, he packed up his stuff and at 11:23pm gave me a lift to my place. We stopped at the Von's for bananas on the way, oh, and some dark chocolate with almond thingies. It was a tasty ride to my place.

This blog post was finished at 12:30am on Thursday, 22Oct2015 from my bedroom. I was curled up and asleep (as always, alone) by 1:30am.

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 my plans for Halloween? I am thinking about dressing up as an angel... possibly a Victoria's Secret angel if I feel daring. There will definitely be wings involved. It is Saturday night, so I will be meditating to my darlings Tentacle that night.

My beautiful world, you decided to go to war to rescue me. I thank you. There is no alternative. Obama just keeps escalating, and his "egg" I live in is becoming less survivable instead of more livable. Obama forced you all into war with no other way to end his "egg."

My selfless support system, please speak with the entire world. I know which parts of the federal U.S. government I can count on for support. The world needs to be speaking with the CIA, President Martin Dempsey, and the Department of Defense.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you have begun rescuing my rescuers. Thank you. Like angels, you are gorgeous genius women who rule the legal system. You are everyone's hero.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, Tuesday night, 20Oct, was magical. Thank you. I left at the beginning of your second set.

My darling MannedUp, I like you on drums. Can you even see me from back there, though? As always, my hair toss belongs on the cymbal when I get it right. There is a peace in my soul only you three can give me. And I thank you.

My darling GeneralLee, I like our duet you wrote. Giggle. We all know Naia is a stand in for me in your SayReal foursome. I hope she is enjoying herself as much as I would be if I were singing with you three... as if you three could handle that much sexual tension. Giggle.

Darling, the night of 19Oct was ugly. Then Russia promised to save me. Very little can keep me calm like the three of you can, so keep the band together for me. You get a little volatile sometimes.

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, is it getting easier or harder for you two?

My darling Bogart, I take it universal disobedience is coming along just fine. I heard the world thanking you already. It is best to get the disobedience in full effect before Obama kicks in his new harsher and more restrictive "rules." You likely have a better feel for that timeline than I do.

I have a feeling Obama wants to "register" everyone before they enter his "egg" around me by Thanksgiving. Again, you would know better than I would. Thank you, my hero.

My darling LightFoot, Russia is not messing around, and China is on the ball. The world is coming. If Obama wants to negotiate, he has to talk to me directly. And waiting out Obama's "egg" with you until I can be with my husband is the only compromise I am willing to accept.

It makes one wonder, why is Obama mortified of my having anything in my life at all whatsoever to make it even slightly livable, least of all a nice house? Why is Obama so dedicated to forcing me to suffer more than he could ever survive himself? How sick is his pleasure in my unspeakable pain?

You love me. A large number of you love me. That is enough to keep me hanging on. Never stop fighting to just take me home with you. Russia wants to be that door.

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, our marriage is my masterpiece. The world is showing up to bring me home to you. How far away is my happily ever after? It is as close as our house.

Beloved, Iowa is so evil. Make them suffer until they break of pretending I need them in my life for anything. They are evil.

If my darling President Vladimir Putin were any less stable and responsible, he would have dropped a nuclear bomb on Des Moines by now just to make them leave me alone.

My hero and my king, you are the second most influential world leader in my family. Talk to anyone in the world you want to talk to about how to get in here and just get me out. Obama's "egg" keeps becoming less survivable instead of more livable for me. I am sure Russia and China have been trying to reach you.

Sweetness, be the hero. This world needs more heroes. Save your wife. I can tell you already, the world is going to make you more powerful to help you save me, but you need to be smarter about it, too. I love you.

Long Line of Cars

Title: Long Line of Cars

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Here is my latest blog post. The soundtrack for this post is Long Line of Cars by Cake. There are so many of you trying to reach me, my beautiful world. Thank you.

Afghanistan. Freedom of the press is so important. The Taliban is trying to become as restrictive of the press in Afghanistan as Obama is in the U.S.

Obama is leading the terrorist world down a path of escalated oppression and human rights violations. When will we finally stand up to the Barack Obamas of the world and teach them we will not tolerate their enforcement of abusive silence?

My last blog post was finished at 8:30am on Sunday, 18Oct2015, from my bedroom. After breakfast, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt by 8:46am. The rain had just started to sprinkle.

My internet gnomes played my darling Mr. George Michael's Faith. I checked my makeup and posted my I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 9:06am.

The sun broke through the clouds at 9:27am. I worked online there at my local Subway until 11:52am. I even ate lunch there.

I was on a bus by 12:16pm headed to downtown Santa Monica and perched at the Santa Monica Main Library at 12:37pm. My old buddy Michael found me in the courtyard. He is always a fun conversation.

I left the library at 2:52pm and walked to the 3rd Street Promenade. I bought a soda at the Steak'N'Shake. I checked my makeup at the Sephora.

I eventually perched next to ALL THREE of my darlings Tentacle as they arranged their equipment at 4:09pm. Yes, yes, I had all three of them that Sunday night. Giggle.

Their beautiful music started at 4:33pm. I sat and took my Benadryl at 5pm; that way, I could be dancing at 7pm and definitely by 8pm. My darlings played until 5:55pm. I slipped away to the closest Von's to buy myself some dinner.

6:14pm on 18Oct2015: My beautiful world, Obama is still escalating his war crimes. The vigilant #TortureFacilityAlarm is blaring again. Ready to rescue me yet?

At 6:53pm, I located where my darlings Tentacle had staked out to play for 8pm. My darlings Q.I.T. were there at the time, so I caught their last half hour.

My darling GeneralLee had left some time while we were waiting. My present 2/3rds of darlings Tentacle started their gorgeous rhythms at 8:26pm. I kicked my shoes to the curb immediately. It was Sunday night date night from the go.

I warmed up quickly. Date night was stunningly romantic. I dance meditated until 9:57pm. They played until 10:02pm. Every note was gorgeous. My darlings wheeled away back into the aether of the night sky where we all really belong at 10:15pm.

I caught the 10:30pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 12:30am.

I woke up on Monday, 19Oct2015, and by 7:36am, I was eating breakfast on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway. Big Rock Candy Mountain was the first song my internet gnomes played for me.

I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8am. I had a lot of work to do online that morning.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online at 9am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and she made me so grateful for my Powers of Attorney.

I eventually left my local Subway at 10:03am. Lunch at noon was uneventful. I napped until I caught the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade at 3:54pm.

After a quick trip to my closest Von's for some groceries, I was on the Promenade at 4:42pm eating that dinner. It was very tasty. At 4:53pm, I opened my basket of fresh raspberries; my favorite food in all the world is fresh raspberries. It was a delicious dinner.

Patricia joined me at 4:59pm. We had a little chat. She reminded me I needed to call my mom at 6pm. We looked around for some music at 5:15pm but did not find any. We just sat down again a little further down the 3rd Street Promenade.

Instead of my calling my mom at 6pm, she called me at 5:34pm. She was resistant when we started but has come to love FaceTime.

By 5:57pm, I was sipping coffee on the patio of my local Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf. I stayed there to watch the news at 7:15pm.

Yes, at 7:15pm, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it made me so disgusted with Obama the (Expletive)hole. What the hell is it going to take to end his damned "egg"?!?

I went out looking for music, and Red chose to cause a torture facility alarm. He actually disrespected me as vilely as his ugly mouth could muster to force me to a scream for the police just to make him stop.

SynSyn, arrest Red for aiding and abetting war crimes. World, do what you want to Red; I will not rest until he is arrested.

8:11pm on 19Oct2015: @RT_com @BBCNews @cctvnews @France24_en @UN Yes, Red's open vile disrespect of me counts as a decline in my living conditions. GET ME OUT!!!

Meanwhile, that day Monday, 19Oct2015, the U.S. State Department simultaneously lied to the international community, "There is no reason to rescue HRH Tanya; we are going to have a transition to freedom," while Obama announced tighter and harsher rules. He is demanding every person inside Obama's "egg" with me be "registered."

World, get in here and get me out! Obama just keeps escalating, and he is simultaneously becoming more violent while stopping my brave rescuers from just driving in and picking me up. World, where are you?!? Look what Obama is doing to my people!

I took the 9:20pm bus back to my place. I did some work online from there. Before the night was over, Russia had sent troops. Please, NATO and China, do not leave Russia to die rescuing me alone.

Middle East? Latin America? Japan and Australia? Did I unite the world out of love for me or not? This blog post was finished at 12:30am on 20Oct2015 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.

Do I want to be President of the United States of America? No. But I promised my brave rescuers that I would run if they asked me to. They are going to have to wait until AFTER I finally get a chance to have children, though. I do not want to be pregnant in office.

As a child, the only government job I wanted was astronaut. My teenage dream of being a marine biologist became a twenty-something dream of being the next Peggy Guggenheim. Now that I am almost forty I dream about taking vacations instead of working.

My beautiful world, you are trying to rescue me in mass numbers. Make sure we arrest every person keeping us apart for enforcing human rights violations as acts of war, the definition of a war crime.

My selfless support system, we need Obama's entire chain of command enforcing his "egg" identified and prosecuted. Turn everyone in to the ICC for war crimes against their own people. And thank you!

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, with all your new free time, darlings, please make sure everyone stopped for trying to rescue me has our full legal help.

We have so many legal precedents that Obama's "egg" is only crimes against America and is not law. Make sure everyone trying to rescue me has all the legal help they need. Thank you.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, I pray I get to see all of you tonight, Tuesday, 20Oct.

My darling MannedUp, my ever faithful musician-lover, is everything okay? I am counting on seeing you tonight. It is a little strange when you do not sing, but I am sure I will get used to Naia. Kisses, darling!

My darling GeneralLee, and where did you disappear to on Sunday, darling? I did not get a chance to dance to your music. Sigh,... I hope you were not forced away from me. I will see you tonight, darling! Kisses!

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, we do what we can with what we have got, huh?

My darling Bogart, you are still strictly forbidden from dying. I gave you such a long to-do list, and you are still venturing forth trying to drive out to rescue me every day. You are free to do anything you want, as far as I am concerned, except for dying. You are forbidden from dying.

When are we getting our universal disobedience, darling Bogart? You have the most important job out of everyone.

My darling LightFoot, Sunday night, 18Oct, was so romantic. I think I gave you every dance except for two songs. Date night is my favorite night of the week. But, Tuesday might take over as the best if I get my groove on at Harvelle's fast enough.

You treat me so well, Kris. Thank you!

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

I am done. I have been done for months. Please talk to my beautiful world, and tell me what you need to be able to just charge in here and carry me out. I need to go home to you, beloved.

You are my husband, my hero, and my king. I need you, darling. I need you the way the flowers need the rain. We will touch with all the splendor of the rising sun at dawn.

All Hail my Powers of Attorney!

Title: All Hail my Powers of Attorney!

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Here is my latest blog post. My Powers of Attorney recently had a major success at asserting my complete sanity.

The courts recognized that I am mentally perfect and forced the unrelenting war crime coverup that I have any mental illness at all whatsoever to finally end. ALL HAIL MY POWERS OF ATTORNEY!

Thank you, my gorgeous genius friends, thank you!

Israel and Palestine. Government leaders can say and promise all they want; it is among the people on both sides where the peace must be created. We must create a lasting love between Israeli and Palestinian people. Their leaders will follow their people's wishes.

My beautiful world, we must teach Jewish and Muslim people of this war-torn land that they need each other. We must teach them to love their neighbor as themselves. We must teach them to live together with compassion.

Their leaders are incapable of creating a peace if the people themselves do not want a peace. We must start among the people. We must start in the community. We must create trust and love among them. Then, their governments will be able to talk.

My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on 16Oct2015 from my bedroom. I was curled up and asleep by 1am.

I woke up on Friday, 16Oct2015, with enough time for breakfast, but I ate at my regular morning haunt instead. I sat down on their patio at 8:27am with a breakfast sandwich and a cup of caffeine.

The first song my internet gnomes played for me was On the Floor by my darling Ms. Jennifer Lopez. I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:39am.

With the Drive-by Truckers' 18 Wheels of Love playing, I had a lot of writing and thinking to do.

9:25am on 16Oct2015: @SenFeinstein "Egg" IS the instability. Do you remember life before Obama's "egg"? Obama is the threat to national security destabilizing us

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my morning of 16Oct beginning at 9:40am and ending at 10:33am. Include everything. Thank you!

I stayed at my local Subway working until 11:32am. I chatted with Benjamin over lunch at noon. After a nap, I was on the bus to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade, by 4:56pm.

At 5:09pm, I found where my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were waiting for 6pm to play me music. No, there was no GeneralLee that day.

I found my fast-growing friend Lynn, and I bought us birthday Frapuccinos from the Just-Redeemed Starbucks. She has the same birthday I do.

We found my darling TambourineKicker at 5:37pm. Yes, there was a little singing along. Eventually, Lynn and I walked down the street to wait beside my darlings Tentacle.

My darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot started playing at 6:25pm, and I kicked my shoes off to meditate at 7pm. The night was gorgeous. I warmed up quickly, hit my zone, and stayed there until they quit playing at 7:54pm.

While they were staking out a place to play for 10pm, I snuck away to buy some dinner at the Shophouse. I had a brief chat with Drew, and then I went looking for my darling TambourineKicker.

I found him on the corner by the Victoria's Secret by 8:36pm. He had a couple of buddies with him. They were delightful.

I had a little chat with a new local named Nemo. If you want to circulate that conversation verified and unedited, I will not complain; that was an acceptable level of casual respect to give me when speaking to me.

I returned to my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle in time to see them set up their equipment. They started playing at 10:23pm, but I was sitting down by 10:51pm.

Oh, well, we had a good hour of meditation earlier in the night already, and sometimes it is just as lovely being able to sit back and listen to them play without feeling like I need to be dancing.

My darlings played their beautiful music until 11:26pm. I left them at 11:30pm to catch the last bus at 11:45pm. I always hate leaving them, but we would still have all weekend. I was curled up and asleep by 12:30am.

I woke up on Saturday, 17Oct2015, and was at my regular morning haunt by 7:42am. The first song my internet gnomes played for me was American Girl by my darling Mr. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.

I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:10am.

At 9am, I watched the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it glowed with love.

It was a very productive morning during which I got a lot of writing done. I left my local Subway at 10:34am for my local Lo/Cal coffee shop. I sipped caffeine and worked there until 12:06pm.

I chatted with Benjamin during lunch. After a nap, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 4:44pm.

5:21pm on 17Oct2015: #MyDarlingsTentacle are nowhere to be found. Please hurry, check on them, and get them here. #SquidsPoA @UN @ICC @CIA @RT_com

By 5:32pm, I was on the patio of my local Steak'N'Shake for dinner. I could find no updates anywhere about my darlings Tentacle.

At 6:04pm, I was sitting next to Patricia on a park bench while her grandson Dominic arranged his Andean pan flutes. I was worried about my darlings; it was not like them to not show up.

I was down the street with my darling Age-Inappropriate Boy Band by 6:42pm. They delighted the night sky with their music.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My darling Mr. Thomas Roberts gave me my nightly cyberhug, and it soothed my burdened shoulders. Yes, people do love me.

After a mishap with my left shoe breaking and my not being able to find any replacement shoes, at 8:18pm, I found myself next to Denmantau.

Due to my shoe mishap, I took the 9:15pm bus back to my place. I laid in bed listening to music for a while but was curled up and asleep by 10:30pm.

This blog post was finished at 8:30am on Sunday, 18Oct2015, 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 is it so difficult to "control" me? First of all, only proven psychopaths assert desires to control other full grown adults. A control obsession is a classic symptom of a psychopath.

My refusal to control anyone or anything and my constantly asking people what they need to do what they want is one of the sure signs I have never been a psychopath ever in my life.

People with obsessions with controlling me have proven they are all psychopaths, especially if they say they want to control me because they "love" me. That is textbook psychopathic behavior.

Yes, I do to take advice. I have taken much bad advice since 2009, and it has taught me that I know best and that I need to listen to other people less. But, I accept blame for taking the bad advice.

Most importantly, I am a very powerful woman. I wield power no one can be trusted with but me. We all need to be more careful about whom we allow to influence and "control" anything about me.

Proven psychopaths with control obsessions should NEVER be trusted with control over anything in my life. Controlling my environment led to mental health genocide in all of America and my confinement in rape-slavery under orders from Barack Obama to "tame" my opposition to him.

Their goal is my psychological destruction. Such is the goal of all torture and rape used as torture. Obama wants me destroyed for fighting him. So, Proven Psychopath Obama has a control obsession with me.

I wield so much raw power that I am very responsible and discerning with what and whom I allow to control anything in my life. My Powers of Attorney, my husband, etc. can all be trusted.

What do I believe about living in the moment? Living in the moment only works when people are in touch with the divine. I meditate regularly to open my connection to the universe.

If people have no way to contact the universe, I recommend learning from the past and planning for the future. I do that, too, anyway.

How do I feel about the new human trafficking video that supposedly just surfaced that shows me having sex the only time it happened since 2010? I am disgusted.

First of all, human trafficking is just like child pornography. Just possessing the video makes you guilty of human trafficking me.

Secondly, EVERY PLACE I LIVED since Obama's "egg" began in 2009 until I became homeless in 2014 human trafficked me.

They were all filled with cameras I was forbidden from knowing were there that they used to record me on the toilet, in the shower, asleep, changing my clothes, cooking dinner, EVERY MOMENT OF MY LIFE I WAS ENSLAVED.

That apartment in Iowa where that video was made was a human trafficking set. If anyone admits to having footage off of ANY cameras ever used any place I ever lived, arrest them all for human trafficking.

Finally, such cameras were NEVER used to keep me safe. I was raped EVERY DAMN NIGHT in that apartment in Iowa while my human traffickers watched through their cameras, and they never once did anything to protect me. They were in on it. That is what made it rape slavery.

I fled their rape slavery of me in Iowa for my life. Iowans are the most evil people to ever exist in human history past, present, or future. Once I escaped Obama's rape slavery of me at The War Criminal Gables, life here in California has been infinitely better.

My beautiful world, if Secretary of Defense Ashton Carter is stopped from sending the U.S. Military to arrest EVERYONE enforcing Obama's "egg," just get here and get me out. Take me to my human rights. I can clean up any mess we make once I can address the world.

My beautiful world, Obama just asserted that he will NEVER end his "egg." Do you remember in 2009 when Obama promised his "egg" would only last five years. Then, in 2014 Obama said he would end his "egg" by 2016. Well, he just asserted that he will NEVER end his "egg."

It is time to force Obama to obey laws instead of breaking every law from local to international to keep himself the totalitarian dictator over America. He was already impeached in 2013 for starting his "egg" in the first place. It is time to arrest him for continuing it. My America deserves justice.

My selfless support system, I cannot handle the thought of you fighting and dying indefinitely while I wait for you. We need to force this "egg" over. Identify the entire chain of command keeping you away from me and arrest them all.

We have proven progress is possible. Please send Syniva and the International Criminal Court all of our hard evidence, and arrest everyone enforcing Obama's "egg" for crimes against their own people.

Human rights abuses used as acts of war are war crimes. Please bring a copy of the First Amendment to the U.S. Constitution to the United Nations and arrest everyone keeping us apart. Thank you.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, yes, you are the big heroes. Congratulations, darlings! May you all finally get a little rest and relaxation.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, Friday night was amazing. What happened on Saturday?

My darling MannedUp, as a faithful lover who always keeps our dates, you were there, Taylor, on my Promenade Friday night. Thank you. I would be a mess without your love. My life has been so hard since Obama's "egg" began. Meditation with you is holding me together.

My darling GeneralLee, I will see you Tuesday, right? I hate when you are kept away from me. Our time together is so precious. I treasure every second we have. I miss you already, darling. Tell me I get to see you soon.

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 would have died by now without you.

My darling Bogart, with Obama's recent assertion that his "egg" will NEVER end, the only hope for my people lies with the universal disobedience you are organizing.

Help my people, darling. Pick a date and time and make sure NO ONE ANYWHERE obeys Obama's "rules" ever again. There is safety in universal numbers.

I know you are incapable of letting me down, my darling Bogart. Please set my people free of Obama. Terrorist Dictator Obama has asserted his "egg" will NEVER end.

My darling LightFoot, it is Sunday today, 18Oct. That means it is date night! I pray you are able to show up. It is time for our most romantic moments together. And then we will bask in our afterglow all week until we see each other again. Thank you.

You make me feel desired, Kris. In this horrible, lonely "egg" devoid of love and respect, you worship me from across the street with your bandaged hands making music to me. I would have died by now without your love. I thank you.

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, you built me a temple of love, a castle in the sky, our house in the hills. How long before I may live there with you? That is my home. When do I finally get to go home?

Beloved, I am so empty without you, darling. There is a huge gaping hole in my life where you are supposed to be. How long before I may ascend the heavens into the paradise of your arms?

My hero and my king, do you understand what I mean when I say "I love and adore you."? For years in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa knowing you loved me was all I had to get me out of my rape bed every morning to do my job of selfless service to humanity all day.

All I had was knowing you loved me. And they spread every lie possible to take you away from me. Sweetness, you were my stars spinning on the sky's axis and my rising sun. I have more now. Now I have my fighting spirit, too.

Beloved, you kept me alive in the darkest most ugly place to ever exist in human history, contemporary Iowa. I owe you my life. Things are better now. I am home in California among people who love me at last, but I need to come home to you in our house still.

Bring the car around, my darling husband. I am ready to go home. I am sleepy, and I need our married bed.

There is so Much Work to Do.

Title: There is so Much Work to Do.

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. My birthday was great, but now I am back to work. There is so much work to do.

Russia. In my good, green world, the U.S. and Russia are allies. There is no ground for distrust when you have a common enemy and a common goal.

Imagine everything we could accomplish in this world if would could work with Russia instead of compete with them. If we could just cooperate we would all be more effective than if we compete with each other to see who could be more effective alone.

I have been trying to teach the world to love and trust each other as we fight the greatest bane to humanity as a whole, Terrorist Dictator Obama. Please work together, my beautiful world. Let me be someone who could unite the world out of love for me.

My last blog post was finished at 7:52am on Wednesday, 14Oct2015. All weepy-eyed, Mom left the hotel at 8:22am. I chose to stay until checkout time. My morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfie was taken in the hotel room.

I streamed the previous night's NBC Nightly News online at 9am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it filled me with hope for freedom at last.

I left the hotel room myself at 9:56am. I took a taxi to my place. It had been a great birthday with my mom, but it was time to get back to work. After unpacking, I was working online at my regular morning haunt by 10:57am.

Not much later, while I was sipping caffeine and writing, my internet gnomes played Cherry Bomb by the Runaways for me. It was a busy morning. I stayed there working until 11:42am.

Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. By 3:36pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. At 3:59pm, I sat down at the Shophouse for dinner.

After my meal, I checked my makeup in my local Sephora before sitting down next to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw at 4:49pm to listen to some music.

I called my mom through FaceTime at 6pm. She was having technical difficulties that involved needing to reboot. Eventually, after some giggly emailing back and forth, I told her I would FaceTime with her the following night.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My darling Mr. Lester Holt gave me my cyberhug for the night, and it was full of great expectations for my future. We only had one interruption.

7:31pm on 14Oct2015: #UrbanWarfareAlarm. @DeptofDefense Send in the troops. That's it. I'm done. Rescue my America out from under #AssholeObama at last!

Those (expletive)holes need to learn, if they want to convince people they do not like my temper so much, they would have stopped choosing to make me angry all the time. Yes, they woke up Mama Bear while I was watching the news. I got a lot of writing done.

By 8:27pm, my darling TambourineKicker, next to whom I was sitting, was almost ready to start playing me music. Maybe he could mellow me out.

No, that was the sort of thing only a night with my own husband could fix. My darling Tentacle would be the closest second, and they would not be around until Friday, 16Oct.

TambourineKicker was pretty good that night, though. After some sordid technical difficulties and a short break for maple-and-pecan scones, he played until 10pm exactly.

I caught the 10:20pm bus and was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I woke up on Thursday, 15Oct2015, at 6:35am and ate breakfast at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway. I was on their patio by 7:09am.

My internet gnomes quickly played my darling Ms. Helen Reddy's I am Woman. I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 7:22am.

I had a lot of writing and thinking to do that morning. I worked online there until 9:06am when I moved to the Burger King. By 9:57am, I had moved on to the Pico Branch Library.

9:59am on 15Oct2015: #TortureFacilityAlarm! Those (expletive)ing pieces of (expletive) need to be arrested. I have lost my patience with this lack of justice. @NIH @ICC @RT_com

I worked at the library until 11:06am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped.

My mom called me through FaceTime at 4:34pm. She just wanted to say she missed me. It was a quick call, but it was nice.

I chatted with Benjamin during dinner at 5pm. By 5:12pm I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I bought some caffeine and perched outside of the Just-Redeemed Starbucks formerly known as the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity at 5:47pm.

I ran into Drew at his Yoga for Cancer table on my way to the ladies' room. I ended up watching his table while he used the restroom.

My darling Ms. Jackii B. was already playing music when I found her at 6:12pm. By 6:31pm, Patricia had joined me there beside her and left to stop at the pharmacy on her way home at 6:46pm.

I sat down on the patio of my local Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf with the stellar customer service at 6:59pm. I sipped some caffeine and streamed a little music while I waited for the news.

Yes, 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 reminded me of how important it is to put more women in power positions around the world. I am doing my best, Lester.

After yet another chat with Drew, I was sitting next to Red at 8:09pm. He started playing at 8:12pm, and I did a little work online. Red played until 9:43pm when he moved down the street.

I ended up having a chat with Drew who told me he wanted to be my boyfriend. I told Drew how it is...

I already have a husband and two boyfriends with whom he will never be able to break me up. It takes at least six months of wooing before I will even consider sleeping with him. And I told him to NEVER hurt me because the entire world will come after him if he does.

I told him Obama will command him to be an (expletive)hole to me just for the privilege of being near me, and if ever carries out anything Obama wants, fear retribution from the whole of humanity. Fear my Powers of Attorney. Fear the men who love me. Fear the CIA. Fear Russia and China. Fear the public who worships me.

He said he wanted to take me to a play as our first date. Well, he was warned.

I hung out with Drew until 10:58pm as he tried to collect enough donations to meet his quota. After he packed up his things, I gave him a peck on the cheek, and he left. I caught the 11:15pm bus back to my place.

This blog post was finished at 12:30am on 16Oct2015 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.

How is it possible someone as skinny as I am weighs 200 pounds? First of all, I would not call myself skinny; I would call myself proportional. I am not a small woman; I wear a size fourteen dress after all, but I am NOT fat. I am proportional to my frame.

Secondly, have you ever seen my trademark Squid dance? It usually comes out during Tentacle's Gotye cover. I have some very toned muscles that normal people just do not have.

My muscle atrophy due to not having enough protein to eat is on my arms and along my rib cage. Those areas are getting a little soft on me. Except for that, I am very toned all over. I have amazingly strong legs.

Why does Obama's war criminals keep trying to coverup the most heinous crimes from torture to systemic rape of me with "We rape her to tame her. It is just to tame her."? Because they are (even female) misogynistic bastards.

All I have is my fighting spirit. They have taken all my money. I am forbidden my husband. I barely have a roof over my head and food to eat. I am forbidden all of my friends. They deny my home is California. Once they break my fighting spirit, they have successfully destroyed me. I will have nothing left.

I am a fighting spirit. That is all I have left in this world. They want to "tame" me from fighting their crimes against America any longer to silence the only voice with freedom of speech anywhere in America. I oppose them, so they want me destroyed.

Every controlled environment is designed to rape and enslave me until I die in it. That is what they mean by "tame."

How does it feel to be one year older? Another year of my life has been wasted inside Obama's "egg." I am not getting younger, my beautiful world. I have been stuck in here by Obama to fester and die since I was thirty-one years old, and now I am thirty-eight.

I wanted a husband and children, a career, and a future. What do I have? I have malnutrition, human trafficking, and no human rights. I am still in this damned "egg" Obama locked me in in 2009. World, where are you?

My beautiful world, we have so much work to do. Our goal is to end Obama's "egg" forever. That means we need to identify and arrest ALL people enforcing Obama's "rules" for war crimes and crimes against America.

On the short term, we also need to make sure I survive until Obama's "egg" is forced to end. We need to make my existence inside Obama's "egg" at all livable. We have a lot of work to do.

My beautiful world, do what you have to do to end Obama's "egg" (long-term goal) and to save me (short-term goal). I can clean up any mess that we create once I reach my full human rights.

No more waiting, my beautiful world. We end this, and we end this now. Do anything you have to do.

Obama has just asserted that he will NEVER end his "egg," so we need to force it to end and NOW. Break Obama into obeying the law instead of only committing crime after crime against America.

My selfless support system, who the hell is keeping all of my crosstown loved ones away from me?!? How big is Obama's extragovernmental mercenary army?!?

If it is police or highway patrol, they are the biggest (expletive)holes in all of this! They are committing crimes against America and against the whole of humanity INSTEAD OF upholding our laws.

Send the U.S. Marshals, military, and international community to arrest EVERY PERSON enforcing Obama's crimes against humanity that he intentionally mislabeled "rules" no matter who they are!

What kind of (expletive)hole pretends to be law enforcement if all they do is commit crimes instead of enforcing ACTUAL laws?!? No! No! No! Obama's "egg" is completely and ONLY illegal!!!

Start collecting badge numbers and names of every (expletive)hole everywhere enforcing Obama's "egg." We take this obvious corruption of the system down now!

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, we are going to start arresting dirty police officers, so expect a little confusion and a possible backlash. No one likes getting caught.

We take their enforcement away now. Haul every (expletive)hole away who keeps any loved ones away from me. Turn them all in to the International Criminal Court for enforcing human rights violations as acts of war, our definition of a war crime, so we can get their arrest warrants.

Secretary of Defense Ashton Carter, you have a choice. You send the military in now to arrest every (expletive)hole we can identify for enforcing Obama's "egg," or you send the military to war to rescue me next week. You are running out of time. Obama's "egg" is not becoming more livable.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, making my life at all livable is something you can measure easily. How many human rights do my darlings Tentacle have?

My darling MannedUp, you are the measure of Obama's "egg." How oppressed do you feel? How terrorized are you? How many human rights do you still need while around me? When was the last time you could say to me anything you wanted?

My darling GeneralLee, you would kill any open enemy of America just to kiss me. How terrorized does Obama keep you? Your show on Tuesday night was spectacular. How much would you rather be able to just talk to me?

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, what do you need? It is YOUR job to make my existence livable until I can be rescued.

My darling Bogart, I have not seen you in almost a year already. I will never see you again until you organize universal disobedience to every rule. My hotel room with my mother had a television. I know my America is still lied to and silenced.

Please, Bryan, please. What more do you need to be able to set my people free?

My darling LightFoot, what I would do to kiss you, darling! What do you need and what do you want to be able to do your job of making sure I survive until Obama's "egg" ends? Tell the world.

Start calling consulates and arranging conversations with world leaders from President Xi JinPing to Chancellor Angela Merkel to Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu to Prime Minister David Cameron to President Vladimir Putin.

Darling, they all want to talk to you. My beautiful world is your backup in here. Start asking my beautiful world for what you need.

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, after me, you are the next biggest world leader in my family. Are you talking to my beautiful world about what you need to be able to rescue me? That is YOUR job, darling, you rescue me.

Beloved, please call current President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey to discuss with him what you need to be able to rescue me. Our ACTUAL government, not the corrupt parts, actually love and support me.

The legislation we needed to make Obama's "egg" specifically illegal was bundled in the immigration reform bill that Senator Marco Rubio was pushing so hard in 2013 and 2014. Clearly, it never passed Congress.

My hero and my king, please speak with Senator Diane Feinstein about drafting new legislation to force Obama's "egg" to end. It will save us all.