Monday, October 12, 2015

I am Done.

Title: I am Done.

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. This blog post is published on 12Oct2015, my 38th birthday. I am getting to old to have children, my beautiful world. My life is unlivable; Obama's "egg" is designed to be unsurvivable. WHEN ARE YOU FINALLY GOING TO RESCUE ME?!?

Negotiating Table. No more negotiating with PROVEN Terrorist Dictator Obama. He ever upholds his own resolutions, and ABSOLUTELY NO PART OF HIS "EGG" IS ACCEPTABLE TO STAY.

My beautiful world, FORCE Obama's "egg" to end COMPLETELY AND IMMEDIATELY. If Obama wants someone to talk to, tell him he has to talk to me directly. I am the one who suffers the most under his totalitarian dictatorship. I have more global influence than he does. Now, we tell Obama how it is.

My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on Saturday, 10Oct2015, from my bedroom. I was curled up and asleep by 1am, and I slept all morning. I woke up for breakfast, and after eating, I was at the Farmers' Market outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:32am.

My internet gnomes played me In the Hall of the Mountain King composed by darling late Edvard Grieg first thing that morning. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:48am.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online at 9am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it proved to me that people actually do love to me. Thank you, Lester.

I worked online at the library until 11:06am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I took a nap before I took the bus at 4:43pm to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

I looked around, but my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were nowhere to be found.

5:18pm on 10Oct2015: #MyDarlingsTentacle are not here. Please hurry and check on them. Get them here! @ICC @CIA @cctvnews @RT_com #SquidsPoA Please hurry!

5:29pm on 10Oct2015: I have spotted two of the THREE of #MyDarlingsTentacle who are here, but it looks like they have nowhere to set up their equipment. Help?

Yes, just before I sent that tweet, my darling LightFoot AND my darling GeneralLee walked past me. They had no musical equipment with them, but I knew they were there.

I bought dinner at the Shophouse at 5:40pm, and at 5:47pm I found where ALL THREE of my darlings Tentacle were staking out to play for 6pm. It was my birthday two days early.

I called my mom through FaceTime at 5:58pm. She can be such a goofball sometimes. She told me to be surprised when she shows up just as we had been planning for her to show up the following day.

ALL THREE of my darlings Tentacle started playing at 6:29pm, and I kicked my shoes off to meditate at 7:20pm. I just needed some time to soak up their energy first. The night was gorgeous.

And Then There Were Four

They filled my night sky the way starry light only can. And they shone brightly in my eyes. The guitar, the drums, and the piano-- add one dancing girl, and together we made four.

They claim there are four elements: fire, water, earth, and air. But we four are the aether. We are the very stuff the sun and moon are made of. Celestial bodies all in a circle. And then there were four.

They played until 7:52pm, and every damn note was beautiful. It felt so good for all four of us to be together at last. They broke down their equipment and staked out a place to play for 10pm.

My darling Wheels took over their spot, and I sang a duet with him before I left. At 8:29pm, I found where my darlings Tentacle were waiting to play next. It was right in front of the Starbucks, so I bought some caffeine and waited.

9:42pm on 10Oct2015: #UrbanWarfareAlarm! Please hurry and rescue everyone out from under Obama's iron fist of death and war. #TortureFacilityAlarm, too. @NIH

I was increasingly unamused with Barack Obama all night. He kept pushing the U.S. deeper and deeper into civil war.

We were on the verge of an international conflict all night because Obama refused to end his "egg" completely and immediately. My beautiful world, do what you have to do. I can fix any mess created once this "egg" is ended.

There was only one entity on this planet capable of mellowing me out that night, and their music began at 10:26pm. And, yes, they were wonderful.

I warmed up slowly, but once I hit the zone, I stayed there. It turned out to be a great night. I even smiled twice when I messed up. Okay, they were tiny mistakes, but I noticed them well enough that they made me giggle.

I tore myself away from them at 11:32pm, so I could catch the last bus. It had been so long since I had seen GeneralLee; I was happy we could have a good night together his first night back.

I was curled up and asleep by 1am. I woke up on Sunday, 11Oct2015, and at 7:28am, I was at the Pico Branch Library sipping coffee and working online.

My internet gnomes played my darling Mr. Harry Belafonte's Jump in the Line first thing that morning. I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 7:38am.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my morning of 11Oct beginning at 8:30 and ending at 08:52am.

I worked online there sipping my coffee for hours. I eventually left at 9:38am to buy cookies at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica at 12:22pm.

I arrived at the Santa Monica Main Public Library at 12:39pm. It was steaming under the hot California sun. I called my mom through Skype at 1:28pm. Yes, she was in town. I met her at her hotel at 2pm.

Less than an hour later, my Tita Levy (in English, "Aunt Merlevy," my mother's older sister), my Cousin Abby (married to my Aunt Merlevy's youngest son), and my niece Malia (Abby's eight-month-old daughter) all showed up.

By 3:43pm, we were sitting down to brunch at Ingo's Tasty Diner on Wilshire. Yes, Ingo's was delicious, and the service was spectacular. We bought cake next door at the Von's and hung out for a few hours in my and my mom's hotel room.

Tita Levy, Abby, and Malia left at 6:44pm. Mom and I left for the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 7:09pm.

My mom said she wanted to spend some time with Patricia, so I left her with my good friend. At 7:25pm, I had located where my darlings Tentacle were waiting for 8pm to play.

Their music began at 8:26pm. I warmed up slowly, but I sure warmed up. The night was hot; the band was hotter. They played until 10pm exactly. I was in the zone for over an hour.

At 10:04pm, I left with "Kevin" to find my mother. We took the bus back to our hotel at 10:23pm and were curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I woke up at 7:32am on my birthday, 12Oct2015.

This blog post was finished at 7:52am on 12Oct2015.

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 do I want for my birthday this year? I WANT OBAMA'S (EXPLETIVE)ING "EGG" TO (EXPLETIVE)ING END!!! Who the hell does this to someone?!? And who the hell just lets it happen?!? And who the hell obeys it when it does happen?!? How the hell do you justify obeying Obama when he tells you to do this to me?!?

My beautiful world, when Obama's "egg" began, I was thirty-one years old. Today I turn thirty-eight. How much of my life are you going to waste before you finally arrest everyone enforcing Obama's "egg" of rape and human trafficking?

Our long-term solution is arresting every (expletive)hole breaking EVERY law from local to international to enforce Obama's totalitarian oppression of America that he intentionally mislabeled "rules."

Our short-term solution is making my life livable inside Obama's "egg" until we can finally end those GODDAMN "rules." This includes rescuing me from his "egg."

My selfless support system, identify their entire chain of command from Terrorist Dictator Obama all of the way down to War Criminal Boeset and whatever (expletive)holes keep stopping my crosstown loved ones from reaching me AND ARREST THEM ALL!

When is someone going to finally listen to me?!? You arrest those (expletive)holes NOW, so we do not have a full blown international war to rescue me tomorrow! That is where Obama is driving the entire world by refusing to end his "egg" completely and immediately.

I am on the verge of screaming, "Invade!" every moment of every day, and if ANYTHING deteriorates you will see how fast my entire beautiful world can show up for me.

Yes, NATO, China, and Russia, please be ready on very little notice. There will be very little warning before I need you in here with me, and you will need to make the decision before I can get enough air to scream. You will need to show up to rescue me without my asking first.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, press every damn charge. We need this "egg" ended, and we needed it ended in 2009.

No one listens to me. No one GUILTY of preventing me from being rescued is arrested yet! So start talking to NATO, China, and Russia, about getting in here to get me out. And hurry!

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, it is my birthday.

My darling MannedUp, sigh... I do not like being forbidden from speaking with all of you, my darling Queen's Lovers Five. But we do what we can with what we have, huh? I am working on it, darling. I promise to make our lives inside Obama's "egg" of oppression and lies finally at least a little livable.

My darling GeneralLee, I have missed you. Welcome back to my "egg." I only wish it were livable in here for any of us. We are still forbidden from speaking, but it was my birthday gift a couple of days early. Thank you, darling, thank 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 am done. I get at least one of you to make my life survivable inside Obama's "egg," or the world needs to invade. I am done.

My darling Bogart, I miss you. You have the longest to-do list out of all of my lovers to make sure you stay alive helping me. May you heal knowing how much I need you.

Bryan, universal disobedience to every "rule" is your number one job. Thank you for saving my people out from under Obama. I know you would never let me down. You are my greatest hero for organizing this. The entire world thanks you.

My darling LightFoot, last night was Sunday night date night. You always make me feel so loved and wanted. I thank you. Obama's "egg" is so lonely, but you always make me feel desired. You make a wonderful boyfriend.

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, I am done. I kiss you, or I scream, "Invade!" The only compromise I am willing to make is a boyfriend to keep me safe and warm until the "egg" ends and until I can be with you. My life is too unlivable. I am done.

Beloved, rescuing me is your job, so it is now time for you to speak with the world about coming in here to get me out. I chose an equal as my husband. It is time for you to stretch your legs as a world leader.

Please, my hero and my king, start calling consulates to arrange communication between you and the leaders of NATO, China, and Russia. Travel to foreign countries if you need to. It is time to get me out of here.

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