End the Damned "Egg" Already!

Title: End the Damned "Egg" 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.

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. Why are you still allowing Obama to commit unrelenting crimes against America? Force his damned "egg" to end already! Put Terrorist Dictator Obama in prison.

Negotiating table. I authorize no one to speak on behalf of me and on behalf of my people in talks. You all speak for yourselves, and you need the REAL me in your negotiations. We are not beholden to anything you agree to unless I am there.

My goal for talks is the complete and immediate END to Obama's "egg." May I remind you that Obama has never once upheld any of his own resolutions. Obama has NEVER de-escalated no matter how many times he agreed to.

My beautiful world, demand an act of good faith from Obama before you allow him to be represented at the table. Demand he return full First Amendment rights to all people under U.S. jurisdiction before you allow him to sit down with you. Otherwise, there is no way to trust Obama will uphold resolutions this time either.

I am willing the negotiate a BINDING transition process that sees the COMPLETE end to Obama's "egg" by Inauguration Day 2017, but I am the only person authorized to represent me and my people in talks.

My last blog post was finished at 8:55am on Friday, 27Nov2015. My internet gnomes played me Whistle by Flo Rida after I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

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I worked there on the patio of my local Burger King snacking and sipping caffeine for hours. It was the Friday after Thanksgiving, and I had work to do. I left for my place at 11:10am.

Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped before catching the bus to downtown Santa Monica by 5:08pm. I stopped for dinner in the Von's on the way to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

I looked around, but my darlings Tentacle were nowhere to be found...

5:49pm on 27Nov2015: Please hurry and check on #MyDarlingsTentacle. It is not like them to not be here. Make them safe. Please hurry.

After some Black Friday window shopping, 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 smile. My beautiful world, you actually listen to me!

After the news, my darlings Tentacle were still nowhere to be found, so I took the 8:05pm bus back to my place. I was not ready for bed yet, though, so I bought a cup of coffee at my regular haunt, my local Subway.

I was curled up in bed with my book of mystical poems by Rumi by 9pm. Asleep by 10pm, I slept very well and woke up in time for breakfast. By 8:28am, I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway.

My internet gnomes played me a little of my darling Mr. Lawrence Ferlinghetti while I put on my makeup. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:33am.

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I stopped back inside for cookies before sitting on the patio snacking and working for hours. These blog posts do not write themselves, and I needed to catch up on the world and national news.

My mom called me through FaceTime at 9:34am. She looked great. She wanted to know what was on my Christmas list. I told her I just wanted her to visit me.

I returned to my place at 10:36am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. After a nap, I was on the bus to downtown Santa Monica by 4:11pm. I stopped in my local Von's for dinner before walking to the 3rd Street Promenade.

Again, my darlings Tentacle were nowhere to be found, but I was told they had tried reaching me...

5:03pm on 28Nov2015: #SquidsPoA @CIA @DeptofDefense @cctvnews @RT_com They are blocked again. Please hurry and get #MyDarlingsTentacle here. Thx!

At 5:06pm, I sat down next to Patricia and her grandson Dominic to eat my dinner while Dominic played his Andean flutes. By 5:36pm, I was down the street in front of my darling Strummer for his last few songs.

It was 5:56pm when I perched with TambourineKicker's equipment while he ran off to use the restroom. He came back and split his coffee with me. We even ate organic carrots. The singalong began at 6:19pm and ended at 7:12pm.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:22pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Jose Diaz-Balart, and it made me happy. Oh, my beautiful world, you are making progress.

My darling TambourineKicker and I sang a little more from 8:08pm until 8:27pm before he packed up all his gear. I walked down the street and perched in front of my darling Strummer after that.

There was a vigilant torture facility alarm at 8:57pm. Apparently, war criminals who unrelentingly threaten America by threatening me do not take vacations.

I took the 9:15pm bus back to my place and was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. Waking in time for breakfast on Sunday morning, I slept well. By 8:47am, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt.

This blog post was finished at 9am on Sunday, 29Nov2015.

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 there an "egg" at all? Because Obama is a psychopath with a textbook psychopathic obsession with power and control. Obama wanted "rules," so he picked me out as an excuse to enforce them.

The "egg" serves no purpose except granting Obama and his oligarchy totalitarian power over America. They will spread every lie possible and will commit every crime possible to keep their power. That is why Obama's "rules" are enforced at all cost to America in priceless human life and in trillions of taxpayer dollars.

Why does the "egg" continue? Because you let it. If you would all finally stand up for your rights and refuse to obey every damn "rule" instead of allowing Obama to terrorize you into obeying him, we would have all been rescued out from Obama's iron fist by now.

My beautiful world, America is no longer the "land of the free and the home of the brave." We are the land of the oppressed and home of the terrorized. Obama has successfully destroyed America to make himself our first unelected terrorist dictator.

Obama was already impeached and removed from office in 2013. The REAL president is General Martin Dempsey. But Obama's damned "egg" is keeping him in power.

My beautiful world, Obama does not represent the America he (expletive)s on. Stop granting him any legitimacy. Arrest him if he shows up on your foreign soil. Obama is a terrorist who must be stopped at all costs instead of enabled at all costs.

My selfless support system, we are on the defensive 24/7. It is time we took the lead. We need legislation through Congress to force Obama's damned "egg" of rape and torture to end. America has been terrorized too long. Everyone call your Senators and Representatives! Demand the end of Obama!

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you are heroes, ladies. Keep collecting the evidence of everyone we need arrested for enforcing Obama's "egg" and "rules" with terrorism.

Those damned "rules" are really nothing but crimes against America that Obama enforces with death and war, so keep track of everyone who enforces them for him. They have three steps to absolution, or they all go to prison.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I hate when they do not let you near me.

My darling MannedUp, what was the problem this weekend? Is it fixed now? When they do not allow you near me, I get grumpy. You were kept away from me again last night, 28Nov. It was cold and lonely without you. I pray I see you tonight.

My darling GeneralLee, I will see you on 08Dec, 15Dec, and 22Dec at Harvelle's. I hate how rarely I get to see you, but at least we get to see each other at all. We do what we can with what little time we have got.

My darling Bogart, our anniversary came and went. How was your Thanksgiving? I had a drunk man tell me he loves me. I would have preferred you, but I take professions of love where I can get them. Giggle.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I heard you. You want to marry me. Nothing about this "egg" is fair.

My darling LightFoot, I promise you, if you can fill the gaping hole in my life where my husband belongs, I will keep you forever. Are you sure you want to walk down this path with me? Please talk to my husband first. I will own you heart and soul.

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 future. You are all I ever asked for in return for surviving this damned "egg." Can you see us sailing our yacht around the world solving major global crises?

Yes, my Beloved, I love and adore you. In so many ways, you are keeping me alive to see the rough tumble of Obama's terrorist regime. You are my hero and my king.

El Rey Dulce de mi Corazón, we WILL be together.

Thanksgiving 2015

Title: Thanksgiving 2015

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. When I have so little in this world, I still have so much to be grateful for. Thank you, my beautiful world.

Turkey. Global tensions are rising. On 24Nov, Turkey shot a Russian jet out of the sky. The President of France was in D.C. at the time trying to negotiate a united front between NATO and Russia to fight ISIS.

My beautiful world, this is a time when we need to unite instead of fracture. President Putin, we all know you are furious. Thank you for your self-control. If we form an alliance between NATO and Russia, Turkey will never be able to do it again. Please. It would also make rescuing me so much easier.

My last blog post was finished at 8:50am on Wednesday, 25Nov2015. My internet gnomes had an interesting morning. They played Rebel Yell by my darling Mr. Billy Idol after I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

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My mom had sent me Thanksgiving mail, so I left the library to collect it at 10:06am. But the mail was not delivered until after lunch. At noon was my building's Thanksgiving party. The staff can be so wonderful sometimes.

After lunch I napped. I woke up at 2:50pm and collected my mail. Yes, my envelope from my mother had arrived. By 3:29pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

I stopped for an early dinner at the Shophouse and checked my makeup in my local Sephora. I chatted with Drew before running into Patricia. Patricia and I hung out until I snuck away to watch 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 Ms. Kate Snow, and it was absolutely delightful.

7:55pm on 25Nov2015: @Martin_Dempsey @SenFeinstein @DeptofDefense DO YOUR DAMN JOBS AND END THE DAMN EGG. You know Obama never will. He goes to prison when it ends. @RT_com

8:02pm on 25Nov2015: @FriscoSquid: The only two reasons to obey Obama's rules are 1) hatred of me and 2) terrorized by Obama. These people do not hate me. #SetAmericaFree

There was very little music out and about that night, so I took the 8:30pm bus back to my place. I was not ready to sleep yet, so I ordered some soup at my local Subway.

I was curled up and asleep by 10pm. I slept well. After waking up on Thursday, 26Nov2015, Thanksgiving, I was at my local Burger King by 7:39am.

My darling internet gnomes played me I've Got a Line on You by the Hollywood Vampires just after I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

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There was a vigilant torture facility alarm at 8:35am. I did as much work as I could that Thanksgiving morning before meeting Benjamin at 11am for Thanksgiving brunch.

Benjamin and I walked over to the IHOP on Santa Monica Blvd. Feel free to circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our conversation beginning at 12:31pm and ending at 12:44pm after my recounting of my creation myth.

We paid our bills and left the IHOP at 1:26pm. I took care of some odds and ends at my building before taking the bus by 2:10pm to downtown Santa Monica where I walked to the Pacific Palisades and sat overlooking the ocean for a while.

Patricia walked by at 3:16pm and invited me to coffee with her. She is such a sweetheart. We took our coffee to go from the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf near the Palisades and walked around the Promenade until we perched in front of the Urban Outfitters at 3:43pm.

My darling Wheels set up his equipment right next to us at 4pm. Patricia and I hung out on the Promenade until she left at 4:45pm. I walked back to the coffeehouse where we had bought our coffees from for a refill.

4:55pm on 26Nov2015: @SweetnessDepp @CIA #SquidsPoA Can you all check on @SynivaWhitney just in case? We stop pressing charges when they stop committing crimes.

I stayed at that Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf until 6:17pm when I walked back to the Promenade. The fourth torture facility alarm for the day blared past me as I sat at the Steak'N'Shake at 6:35pm.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it made me thankful for my entire support system.

I was quickly seated at Ye Olde King's Head Pub for a Thanksgiving bourbon which I sipped slowly at 7:55pm. I was befriended by the man sitting next to me who got roaring drunk and whom I had to carry out of the bar.

After trying to sober him, he ran away literally into the night, so I caught the 10:20pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep (as always alone) by 11:30pm.

I slept well and woke up in time for breakfast. At 8:41am, I sat down on the patio of my local Burger King. This blog post was finished at 8:55am on Friday, 27Nov2015.

And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.

What am I thankful for this Thanksgiving? I am thankful for every effort made by everyone everywhere to end Obama's damned "egg." This requires the whole world, and my beautiful world is showing up.

I see you in the streets. I know love when I feel love.

Why did the British send MI6 to rescue me in 2012? And, yes, they are still here among us. Basically, my darling Prime Minister David Cameron took Step 3) towards absolution for all the British people.

He also felt guilty for trusting Obama instead of trusting me when I sought asylum away from Obama from the British in 2010. Yes, the British took all three steps to absolution, and no one has said a bad word about their role rescuing me since.

My beautiful world, Thanksgiving is a family holiday in the U.S. when we all gather with our loved ones to give thanks for everything we have. It is a celebration after the autumn harvest that began with Pilgrims (early British settlers) and Native Americans before we were even a nation.

This is the time of year for family and loved ones, but Obama forbids me contact with everyone. I am even forbidden from calling my own BFF. The soonest my mother can visit me is mid-January.

My selfless support system, I pray you have time with your families this holiday season. And thank you for keeping me safe. Thank you for your long hours. Thank you for everything.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you are all so wonderful. I was told 24Nov was a very big day for you all. Whatever you are up to out there, the world is better thanks to it. I am very grateful I have you all in my life.

SynSyn, we stop pressing charges when they stop committing crimes against all of us. Were you targeted for standing up for guaranteed Constitutional rights in America? Including our right to redress of grievances? I would never take that crap from anyone; why should you?

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, thank you.

My darling MannedUp, I am thankful I have you. I know I can count on you to show up every chance you get to play me music. Thank you, darling, thank you.

My darling GeneralLee, yes, I am thankful I have you in my life. I am grateful for everything you give me and everything you do for me. Thank you, darling, thank you.

My darling Bogart, I am thankful for all your love. Thank you for loving me and thank you for all your hard work. Thank you for the heroics. Thank you, darling, thank you.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I thank you, too.

My darling LightFoot, you make my everyday life so much more bearable. Just by loving me, you make my day brighter. Thank you, darling, 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, I am grateful for you most of all. You are my reward for living long enough to see the end of Obama's "egg." You are my Hollywood kiss at the end of the war epic and spy thriller. You are my happily ever after.

Beloved, this "egg" will end. There is no justification for it existing in the first place except Obama is a psychopath with a power and control obsession. Everyone has three never-fail steps to absolution.

It WILL end. Then, we get to be together, Handsome. Come get your wife.

Because Obama and All Who Enforce his Rules are Terrorists

Title: Because Obama and All Who Enforce his "Rules" are Terrorists

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. Obama keeps America terrorized. Everyone around me lives in fear of him. That is the only reason they obey his "rules." They are living in fear of disobeying Obama's totalitarian regime. Universal disobedience to every "rule" is the only thing that can save my people. May they find bravery in large numbers.

Belgium. Brussels has been on lockdown for days.

When is it acceptable to allow terror to lockdown a city? When authorities are in the act of arresting the terrorists. It will keep the civilians out of the crossfire. Never lockdown a city out of fear; that is how the terrorists win.

My last blog post was finished at 8:50am on Monday, 23Nov2015. My internet gnomes played me Another One Bites the Dust by my darlings Queen. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:58am.

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As the shadows crept across my perch there outside the library, I worked online until 11:36am when I returned to my place. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped. Then, I chatted with Benjamin during dinner at 5pm.

By 5:18pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I sat down on a park bench at 5:37pm to catch up with my Tweethearts. After that, I ran into Patricia who poured me a nip of coffee as we walked to the Sephora, so I could check my makeup.

After Patricia and I had a delightful chat, I perched at 6:54pm in the courtyard of the Main Public Library. Yes, 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 smile. We are making progress towards a safer and freer America, my beautiful world. Now, we need Obama and all who enforce his crimes against America he calls "rules" arrested.

My period had started that morning, so I was making a lot of trips to the restroom all day. After a little window shopping, I caught the 8:35pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.

I slept well waking in time on Tuesday, 24Nov2015, for breakfast. After eating, I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:26am.

My internet gnomes played me Rhythm Nation by my darling Ms. Janet Jackson as I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

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The morning was overcast and cooler than it had been. I worked there online until 10am when I moved to my local Subway, my regular morning haunt.

I chatted with Benjamin during lunch at noon. By 1:09pm, I was perched at my local coffeehouse, Lo/Cal, just across the street from the library.

I worked there online until 2:18pm. After ending up in an altercation with a misogynist...

3:03pm on 24Nov2015: @SynivaWhitney Full charges against the lying sexist (expletive)hole for provoking me with degrading discrimination. I don't take (expletive) from anyone.

...I was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade as fast as I could find a bus. I updated my blog notes as I got off the bus, and luckily, I found my darling Strummer at 3:21pm. He cheered me up.

I also called my darling Mom through FaceTime at 3:24pm. My mom looked great. She cheered me up, too.

After Strummer finished his set, I had comforting chats with Drew, ODean, and Justin before sitting down at 4:36pm to listen to my darling Ms. Jackii B. I ran back to my place for dinner but was beside Jackii again by 5:33pm.

She played until 5:42pm, and Strummer took over her spot in front of the Starbucks at 6pm. I was at the Main Public Library by 6:30pm to be able to watch the news at 7:15pm.

Yes, 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 was wonderful.

By 7:47pm, I was back listening to Strummer. I took the 8:15pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 9:30pm.

I slept very well and woke up for breakfast on Wednesday, 25Nov2015. I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:37am. This blog post was finished at 8:50am on 25Nov2015.

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 do I NEVER masturbate? I have never needed to. I can spontaneously orgasm just thinking about my handsome husband... And on occasion it sometimes happens when I think about my Royal Consort LightFoot. Did you notice I no longer call him a "symbolic" royal consort?

Why do I NEVER have sex? I have no one with enough human rights to sleep with me. Only certain people flirt appropriately enough to not make me angry at them. Obama rarely if ever sends anyone even vaguely physically attractive to flirt with me.

It takes three to six months of wooing me for me to get used to the idea of sleeping with anyone. I do not even kiss on the first date.

The Queen's Lovers Five I would sleep with in an instant, but none of them have permission from Obama to even speak to me. Basically, Obama has ruined my social life with his terrorism over everyone who treats me like a human.

My beautiful world, forcing all of America to live in mortal fear of disobeying Obama's totalitarian regime is how Obama became a terrorist. Then after that, Obama solidified his role as Unelected Terrorist Dictator by enforcing his "rules" with his iron fist of death and war even after he was already impeached and removed from office.

Please, my beautiful world, officially recognize President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey. Stand by our REAL president. Stop permitting Obama to pretend he represents America at all official state functions, especially talks, and arrest him for crimes against the entire world if he shows up on your foreign soil.

My beautiful world, stop giving Obama legitimacy. He does NOT represent me, nor does he represent the America he terrorizes with death and violence into obeying his oppression.

My selfless support system, please give our stories of oppression under Obama to the foreign media. All of you from my darlings Tentacle to my old buddy Michael, explain to all foreign media how Obama controls you with terror.

All of you who have driven a car to try to rescue me, explain Obama's iron fist of death that chases you. We do not live in a paradise; we live in a hell wrought by Psychopath Obama and his obsession with power and control over all of us.

The foreign presses I recommend speaking with are Russia Today, the BBC news, CCTV, France 24, and of course the Associated Press. The national news already know. So many of them have already tried to rescue me themselves.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, tell our stories to all presses everywhere of every horrific lie Obama has used to make my beautiful world turn on me and destroy me for him.

Go public, my genius Powers of Attorney. The world does not know yet. They are still allowing Obama to pretend he represents America. In REALITY, all Obama represents is his own terrorist regime.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, will you be out playing music tonight, 25Nov, and tomorrow night, 26Nov, Thanksgiving? It is a holiday week.

My darling MannedUp, do you remember your job? Your job is playing me music every day all day beside me, so I can do my job. Someday, you will be able to do this in person. You do your job long distance very well.

My darling GeneralLee, we have been through this so many times. Every culture has its own music. You write the sacred music of my self-identified people. You are my Piazzolla.

Your future is by my side making sure I can meditate every day for the rest of my life. That was the job I gave you, Brien. You make sure I can meditate.

My darling Bogart, you have the biggest job out of all of my heroes. At the top of your very long to-do list is organizing universal disobedience to all of Obama's "rules." You will set my people free of Obama's terrorism. You are the big hero.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, they are so desperate to make me do anything at all sexual. That is your power over Obama and all his conspiracy.

My darling LightFoot, I promised you in my 06Sep2015 post...

Yes

Yes, darling, yes, I will lay upon your bed clad in nothing but the sky at night time. Yes, I will awaken to your kisses in the heavy breath of night in case the first few times were not enough to sate the wild appetite I grow in you myself.

Yes, I will rest my head upon your arm until morning just a breath away from your gorgeous face. Yes, I will wake you with kisses all over your body as the rosy red fingers of dawn wipe the sleep from my eyes, but only if you promise me we will spend our mornings like this for weeks on end.

Yes, my darling, I love you. I have nothing to tell you but, "Yes. Yes, I will. Yes. Yes! YES!"

If Obama wants me to give way to my passions, he has to give you to me. Or, let me live with my own husband at last.

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, tell your story. Take the Hollywood Vampires on a world tour, so you can tell the whole world everything you have lived through trying to rescue me. Darling, I think the world does not know, yet.

Beloved, Obama is such a terrorist. We win just by being fearless.

All You Need is Love.

Title: All You Need is Love.

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. Love is the answer, my beautiful world. Exalt our symbols of love. Teach our children to love each other instead of fight each other. We must teach love and compassion to each other.

Iraq and Syria. What will defeat ISIS? The only thing that can defeat them is love. We must reach out to our young Muslim men and women and show them we love them before they can be recruited by ISIS.

People only fight when they have a fight, especially we that dissent. As long as there is still a Westerner remaining who irrationally hates Islam, the jihadists will have a fight. As another example, as long as there is an "egg," I will have a fight.

If Obama wanted me to stop fighting him, he would get rid of his "egg." If we want ISIS to stop fighting the west, we must take their fight away. We must give them no reason to hate us.

Love, my beautiful world. Love will save us all.

My last blog post was finished at 9am on Saturday, 21Nov2015, from the Farmers' Market. My internet gnomes played me Invincible by my darling Ms. Pat Benatar after I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

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I had just started this fresh new blog post, so I had a lot of writing and thinking to do. I worked there online until 9:47am when I ran an errand returning to the Pico Branch Library at 10:39am.

While I was running my errand, I ran into my darling Nemo. He was walking back from the store I was going to. Love is the answer, my beautiful world. Sometimes, I just need a hug.

I worked online from the library until 11:23am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped before dinner at 5pm. And after eating, I was on the bus by 5:22pm to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

At 5:35pm, I located where my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were waiting for 6pm to play music. I stopped in my local Sephora to check my makeup before perching across the street from them at 5:59pm.

My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle started playing at 6:45pm, and I kicked my shoes to the curb at 6:50pm. The night was hot. The band was hotter. I hit my zone and stayed there until 7:56pm when my darlings stopped playing.

As they disassembled their equipment and staked out a place to play for 10pm, I snuck away to watch the news.

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 8:05pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Jose Diaz-Balart, and it made me happy. Sometimes, I just need to know you hear me out there, my beautiful world.

At 9:03pm, I sat down across the street from my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle. But then the sleepiness set in. I ended up missing my darlings' last set and catching the 9:55pm bus back to my place. I was asleep almost instantly.

I slept well and woke up for breakfast on Sunday, 22Nov2015. After eating, I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:39am.

My internet gnomes played Bad Medicine Waltz by my darlings The Cult for me as I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

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My mom called me through FaceTime at 8:58am. She looked great. It was 23 degrees Fahrenheit where she was and snowing. I am so lucky I live in LA. She promised to visit me as soon as she can.

Sipping coffee and snacking on cookies, I worked there outside the library. A local man named Tommy stopped by to have a chat. He was entertaining.

Feel free to circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our conversation beginning when walked over to me and ending at 11:28am when I returned to my place. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful.

I ran errands after lunch, and by 1:27pm, I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica. At 1:41pm, I perched on the second floor of the Santa Monica Main Public Library. By 3:06pm, I had moved to the courtyard.

I left the library at 3:47pm and walked to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. It was 4:18pm when I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot waiting for their 6pm spot.

I perched nearby to watch my darling Mr. Derek Day. I took my Benadryl at 4:40pm, so I could start dancing as soon as 6:40pm.

By 5:17pm, Patricia had joined me there beside Derek who played until 5:59pm. Soon after he was done, I was back down the street with my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle.

Their beautiful music began at 6:42pm, and as planned, I started warming up 6:45pm. The night was gorgeous, and far too short to make me happy. Yes, I hit my zone, and yes, we were very well connected. Date night was on the moment I stood up.

My darlings played until 7:48pm when they disassembled their equipment and relocated to their 8pm location.

I had two interesting conversations, the first a little after 6pm and the second a little after 8pm, both while waiting for my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle to play. Feel free to circulate both conversations in verified and unedited recordings.

My darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot started playing again at 8:48pm. I was still partly warm from their previous set, but my darlings' earspeakers would scream at them every time I stood up to dance. So, I sat.

We had already had date night, and our connection was already open. I did not mind sitting if it meant they would suffer less, but my beautiful world, my darlings Tentacle need a rescue from their earspeakers. What can you do for them?

But at 8:57pm, the police gave them a ticket for playing music too loudly. It was over. The night was over. Syniva, make the police pay for prohibiting my act of meditation which is holy in every benevolent religion. And, thank you.

9:01pm on 22Nov2015: @hansonmusic @kristnovoselic The night was magical until the cops showed up. Call Syniva. Don't forget you have diplomatic immunity. #LOVE

At 9:12pm, my darlings Tentacle wheeled back into the night sky where we all really belong. Just as he said he would, Richard from my second conversation mentioned above came back to find me at about 9:37pm.

We hung out until 10:30pm when he just disappeared, so I caught the 10:45pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep (as always alone) by 11:30pm.

I woke up on Monday, 23Nov2015, in time for breakfast. After eating, I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:32am. This blog post was finished at 8:50am on 23Nov2015.

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.

After every horror Obama has subjected me to just to keep himself in power, how am I still a creature of love? Just like money and power reveals who people really are and what people really want, deep traumatizing events reveal our basic animal side.

At my most basic, I am a creature of love. When attacked and when beaten, when raped and when tortured, when hated on by the people around me, I know I just have to be myself, and everything will work out fine.

In deeply stressful situations, I know I can count on my basic animal instincts.

Why does Obama's anti-reality libel machine "twist" everything about me? To manipulate the public into attacking me for them. Whenever you hear them lie, look for the ulterior motive behind each lie. They are trying to manipulate you all into hating me.

Stop listening to the intentionally propagated falsehoods about me. My Powers of Attorney have gone to great lengths to prove I am a perfect human. If you hear anything bad about me, ask them why they are propagating that lie and identify what they are trying to manipulate you into doing.

My beautiful world, love is the answer. If Obama ever truly needed me to do something, he would sit down next to me and ask me nicely. I am a civilized human that way.

But Obama is instead a psychopath who will commit any crime possible and spread any lie possible at the cost of priceless human life and at the cost of trillions of US dollars to stay the first unelected terrorist dictator of America.

Obama is obsessed with power and control. He will do anything and say anything to never have to leave power. Yes, my beautiful world, love is the answer.

Stop allowing Obama to make you creatures of his own hatred. Love yourself enough to disobey every rule universally. And stop believing his lies.

My selfless support system, you know love. You risk your lives all day every day to keep me alive long enough to see the end of Obama's "egg." The entire good, green world sent you. You answer to my beautiful world just like I do.

What do you need to make sure my brave rescuers can reach me? Just tell my beautiful world. They will provide.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I can see your red stiletto boot on their throats. We fight them because they give us a fight.

If they would take all three steps to absolution, we would start protecting them. It is so much better to love me than to commit crimes against me and against my people.

My genius Powers of Attorney, Obama attacked my old buddy Michael to force him to avoid me. Please check on him and see if we can help him.

It is so rare for anyone to be brave enough to offer me friendship. I am such an extrovert; I really need conversations every day. Please check on Michael.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, your music has been a stunningly gorgeous experience lately. I am so proud you are all mine.

My darling MannedUp, I apologize for disappearing early Saturday night, 21Nov. I was so sleepy. I hope I more than made up for it last night, Sunday night, 22Nov. It is not like me to miss you late at night. I was that tired.

My darling GeneralLee, it is such a long wait until 08Dec when I get to see you again at Harvelle's, but I will be there. I miss you so much while we are apart. Why can we not have human rights yet?

My darling Bogart, I have not seen you in almost a year now. Is it strange that I still miss you? Thank you, for still loving me. All you need is love, darling. We will find a way to end this "egg."

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I love our Sunday night date nights.

My darling LightFoot, what I would do to be able to kiss you! Could you see us? Nothing about Obama's "egg" is fair.

Once Bogart organizes universal disobedience to every "rule," my life will become much easier. I cannot wait to kiss you, Kris,but I still must wait.

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

My handsome husband, I have a strange favor to ask. TambourineKicker took video of us singing together on Friday night, 20Nov. Please get a copy of it from him. He was forbidden by Obama from putting it online because Obama is mortified of my trim midriff. Please circulate it. Thank you!

HoneyHoney, you are mine. I am yours. The future is ours. We belong to the world. And the world belongs to love.

Beloved, it is your job to make my beautiful future happen now. It is your job to rescue me. If you need any help, please consult my genius Powers of Attorney. They are the closest things we have to another me.

My hero and my king, I wait for you. All you need is love, Sweetness.

Empyreal Ocean

Title: Empyreal Ocean

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. How many of you have seen my wings? How many of you have seen my light show? Watch me through the nanotechnology external to my body when I meditate or even when I touch the ocean. If Obama's "egg" is allowed to control me, we will never find answers to my greatest mysteries.

China. We need to teach ISIS they are not on a path to power. My beautiful world, we need to prove love wins, not terrorism.

My last blog post was finished at 8:30am on 19Nov2015. My internet gnomes played me Summertime by my darling late Billie Holliday. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:41am.

I had a lot of writing and thinking to do. I also had a delightful chat with a local man named Randy outside the library. He insisted I am so naturally gorgeous I must be a model.

I always got a lot of that in LA, especially before 2009. Once, while I was reading a book on the history of science at the Bourgeois Pig in Los Feliz in 2002, I was asked what show I was from. My response? "Sorry, no, I'm a mathematician." It was my job title at the time.

I worked there online until 11:26am. I chatted with Josh during lunch at noon. After a nap, I chatted with Benjamin during dinner at 5pm. By 5:11pm, I was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot selling their melody and rhythmic beats at 5:23pm. It was rare for them to come out and play on Thursdays; I was delighted.

My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle played until 5:56pm before disassembling their equipment and staking out a place for 8pm. I stopped at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf for a cup of coffee after stopping in my local Sephora to check my makeup.

At 6:21pm, I sat down with Patricia, so we could listen to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw. I did a little window shopping before watching the news.

I found that my darlings Tentacle had been stolen from me, so I asked my beautiful world to check on them. Yes, they needed a little rescue.

Then, 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 shone with the love of humanity.

At 7:44pm, I sat down with Patricia again to listen to more of my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw. I caught the 8:30pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.

I slept well. After breakfast on Friday, 20Nov2015, I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:31am.

My internet gnomes played me Amores Como el Nuestro by my darling Mr. Jerry Rivera while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

I had work to do while I sat there sipping coffee and eating cookies. Blog posts sure do not write themselves.

9:12am on 20Nov2015: @RT_com Shove my REAL CV down the throats of everyone who says I am too (insert lie here) to have human rights. @ICC @cctvnews #SquidsPoA

I worked online outside my local Subway until 10:04am when I moved to the Pico Branch Library. I chatted with Benjamin during lunch at noon.

After a nap, dinner at 5pm was tasty yet uneventful. I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 5:19pm. At 5:32pm, I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot already on the street selling their music.

My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle played until 5:51pm before disassembling their equipment and staking out a place to play for 8pm.

I had a brief FaceTime with my mom at 5:54pm. She looked great. It was snowing where she was. I told her to visit me as soon as she could.

I sat down to listen to Denmantau at 6:20pm. They were delightful as always. I sat with them until I left to watch the news.

Yes, 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 was full of hope and promise for the future.

I had brief chats with Kevin and with Drew on my way to check my makeup in my local Sephora. I finally sat down across the street from my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle at 8:02pm.

It was 8:26pm when Kevin manifested from the aether and gave me cheesecake. My darlings' gorgeous music began at 8:33pm. With the cheesecake still on my fork, I warmed up as fast as I could.

I must have warmed up quickly because I was dancing on music I had never heard before as soon as they wanted to play it. My zone came and went by 9:18pm, unfortunately, so that is when I sat down. Sometimes that happens.

The connection had been open, though, which is all I needed. My darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot played until 10:02pm. Then, they packed up their equipment and at 10:26pm wheeled back into the night sky where we all really belong.

Some (expletive)hole who tried telling me I am not really married followed me down the street as I looked around for TambourineKicker. I told him if he would stand up to Obama and disobey all of his damned "rules" he might actually get a date with me. That made the blithering (expletive)hole finally leave me alone.

So, TambourineKicker and I had a little singalong. At midnight, he finally packed up all his gear. After bringing the car around, my darling TambourineKicker even gave me a ride to my place.

I slept well, curled up and asleep by 1am. I woke up on Saturday, 21Nov2015, in time for breakfast. After eating, I was outside the Pico Branch Library among the Farmers' Market by 8:44am.

This blog post was finished at 9am on Saturday, 21Nov2015, from the Farmers' Market.

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.

Where do my lights come from? I have conscious control of the energy that emanates from my own body. There is also something in me that can render other people's energy visible. I do this with my mind.

Quantum physicists have been working on an explanation for years. They would really like to speak to me. If Obama is allowed to destroy me with his "egg," all these mysteries die with me.

My beautiful world, how are the arrest warrants for everyone guilty of enforcing Obama's "egg" coming along? I understand justice takes time, but this world has problems you need me to fix. Please reread 24Feb and 27Feb2015 and make sure I get enough human rights to do my job.

My selfless support system, my agreement with my beautiful world from 2011 is that all of you will save me and that I will save you. So, service to my good, green world has been my job 24/7 ever since, and all of you were sent to keep me alive.

I have faith you will all save me. Tell me everything you need.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you all do such wonderful work. Thank you. When I needed brave heroes, you were some of the first who showed up. Yes, thank you.

Can you see us in the future? Whatever dream jobs you all want you will have. The world will always take care of you. Anything you need, darlings. Anything you need, just tell me.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, sometimes music happens; the rest of the time, you are there just to make music to me.

My darling MannedUp, I just saw you last night, Friday, 20Nov. The night was wonderful. Yes, you surprised me with the new music a little earlier than I was ready, but it was still a great night.

My darling GeneralLee, I will see you 08Dec, 15Dec, and 22Dec at Harvelle's. I wish I could see you more often. I really miss being able to talk to you.

Obama's "egg" was never designed to make my life "normal;" it was designed specifically to make me suffer as inhumanly as possible. Otherwise, we would still be talking to each other.

My darling Bogart, do you need anything? Whatever you need, just tell me or ask my Powers of Attorney. They are the closest thing my beautiful world has to another me.

You have a very long to-do list, Bryan. I know you are incapable of letting me down.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, tomorrow night is 22Nov, Sunday night date night. What will I wear?

My darling LightFoot, I cannot be the only person who feels the sexual tension between us. One of this days, one of us will go berserk and just kiss the other. If it's me, try to be gentle with me.

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 said it is okay for me to take a lover. Thank you. Most people do not understand what marriage means. You are an extension of me, now.

Beloved, my existence is tied to yours. We are married. Our relationship is so much more significant that whom we sleep with.

My hero and my king, our future serving humanity side by side will be the beginning of a whole new world. The Renaissance of Love is already on. This is an exciting time to be alive. You are going to help shape the world in the image of love. Never let me go.

Love is the Answer.

Title: Love is the Answer.

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 beautiful world, we need to prove love is the answer. We need to make sure love wins.

France. Prove love conquers all, my beautiful world. Make an example to ISIS that love is the true source of power. Exalt our symbols of love.

Hug a Muslim man today, my beautiful world. Love. Love. Love. Love each other.

My last blog post was finished at 7:15am on Tuesday, 17Nov2015. I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 7:26am.

My internet gnomes played me Wagner's Ride of the Valkyries while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

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I worked online there until 8:32am when I moved to my regular morning haunt. I worked at my local Subway until 10:02am. By 10:18am, I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica.

I perched at 10:35am at the Santa Monica Main Public Library. My old buddy Michael joined me in the courtyard at 11:14am for coffee and conversation. It was a delightful late morning.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, feel free to circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Tuesday beginning at 11:22am and ending at 12:15pm. Thank you!

I worked at a downstairs table at the library starting at 12:25pm. By 1:28pm, I was lounging in the Pacific Palisades. Then, I was seated at the bar in Ye Olde King's Head Pub at 2:09pm for my Tuesday afternoon.

There was a wild rumor that my darling Mr. Jared "Wingman" Leto was going to try to join me at the pub, so I was not surprised to learn at 3:28pm that Wingman needed a rescue.

Wingman, please turn in to Syniva and to the International Criminal Court all evidence of all people everywhere guilty of the human rights abuse of keeping you away from me. Thank you for your bravery.

After a brief trip to the library, I walked to my local Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf at 4:27pm. I was down the street by 5:19pm having a chit chat with my darling Strummer who was waiting for 6pm to play in front of the Starbucks.

I had not seen Strummer in months, and it was great to catch up with him. I sat down again at the Main Public Library at 5:55pm. I caught up with my Tweethearts before joining my old buddy Michael in the courtyard at 6:45pm.

We 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 gave me hope that the FBI might finally arrest a criminal like Obama instead of yet another innocent like us someday soon.

I sent my darling BFF Syniva a couple of tweets before I sat down at Harvelle's at 8:16pm. I earned that bourbon I ordered. It had been a very productive day.

My darlings Tentacle took the stage after 9:30pm. The music was gorgeous. Kevin and I slipped out the door at 11:27pm after it became clear there would be no second set. After splitting a slice of quiche, I just made the last bus of the night.

I was curled up and asleep by 12:30am. I slept well, and after waking up for breakfast, I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 9:03am on Wednesday, 18Nov2015.

My internet gnomes played me The Bullfighter Was A Lady by my darling late Elvis Presley. I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 9:16am.

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The torture facility alarms had already begun at 9:18am. I sat outside the library and worked until 11:26am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful.

I had an online date at 1pm. Cuddlebunny and I had scheduled a chat the night before. He was unable to show up, though. It made me worry about him.

I decided to nap. Dinner at 5pm was uneventful. By 5:40pm, I was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

I had a chat with my mom through FaceTime at 5:49pm. Then, I stopped in my local Sephora to check my makeup. I had brief chats with Drew and Patricia before perching at the Main Public Library at 6:31pm.

I caught up with my Tweethearts before streaming 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 filled me with love for all the goodness humanity is capable of.

From the library, I walked back to the Promenade. After looking around for music and finding none, I took the 7:55pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.

I slept well and woke up for breakfast on Thursday, 19Nov2015. After eating, I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:18am. This blog post was finished at 8:30am on Thursday, 19Nov2015.

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 does Obama hate me so much? Because I stand up to him. He wants to control me because I fight his totalitarian control of America. Proven psychopaths like Obama are obsessed with controlling everything.

My beautiful world, we need to make sure love wins. The proven psychopaths that hate me enough to change me by "taming" me or controlling me must be removed from society FOREVER, especially Obama and all EVIL Iowans.

Obama and all his ilk must be taught that love is freedom. What are they so scared I will do? They are scared I will liberate the world out from under their iron fist.

Obama has totalitarian control of America as long as he has his "egg." Obama must be destroyed for refusing to end his "egg."

Stand up, my beautiful world, and love yourselves enough to disobey every "rule." Press charges against everyone who tries to enforce a "rule" over you. Do not stop until every tyrant in our government is in prison, especially Terrorist Dictator Obama.

He was already impeached, my beautiful world. The only thing keeping Obama in power is his own "egg." The real President of the United States of America right now is Martin Dempsey.

Obama is scared of losing his totalitarian control of America, so he refuses to end his "egg." Obama is similarly terrified I will liberate America out from under him, so he screams for me to be "controlled" and "tamed." Obama is a textbook control-obsessed psychopath.

My beautiful world, find every textbook control-obsessed psychopath and remove them from society FOREVER. We have a world we need to protect from Obama, and it starts by liberating America out from under him.

How far away is universal disobedience to every rule? America, you need to love yourself enough to stand up to Obama. Prove that love wins. Love is freedom, the opposite of control.

My selfless support system, collect the full intelligence on everyone enforcing Obama's "rules." Identify his entire chain of command. We need them all arrested. Turn them all in to Syniva and the International Criminal Court. When justice is impossible in America, we look to the world.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, we must prove love is the answer. We need the world to acknowledge control is the enemy. Arrest every psychopath who committed human rights violations against me and against my people to control me. We need justice to heal.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, yes, we will heal. Turn in all your evidence of all people who ever controlled you or tried to control me to Syniva and to the International Criminal Court.

My darling MannedUp, love is the answer, and love is freedom. If I had any power in this world, darling, I would give you your full human rights, so you could be a free human while around me. That goes to show you what little power I have in this world.

My darling GeneralLee, love is the answer, so love me. You should at least have the freedom to love whom you choose to love. If only being loved could grant me enough power to give you all your full human rights back. Love is freedom; there is not enough love in this world.

My darling Bogart, love is the answer, so set yourself free by loving me. Love me enough to organize universal disobedience to every "rule," darling. America needs to learn to love itself enough to stand up to Obama. We need freedom in the country; love is freedom; we need love.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, enough human rights to have a conversation with you would be so delightful.

My darling LightFoot, could you imagine us going for coffee? Could you imagine us caffeinated and chatty? Knowing you, though, you would rather go for bourbon. Giggle. Put two bourbons in me, though, and I would likely try to kiss you.

Goddamnit! Why are we not making love yet? Kris, I want your hands on me like I want Obama in a federal penitentiary. I am so tired of being lonely.

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, the only thing I will ever forbid you from is dying before I do. It is hard enough living away from you; please never make me live without you. You get everything else on this good, green Earth you could ever want.

So, Beloved, if you have any objections to my (longest) dry spell (in human history) finally ending, now is when you tell me. Of course, I prefer to go home to you. But Syniva is pretty close to successfully finagling me a lover, so now is when you tell me.

Yes, I slept with (no nickname) Jared Clarke in the summer of 2013 to make your mistress acceptable to the world, but I did not like cheating on you and have not uncrossed my ankles yet since.

But the time is coming when I will finally have enough human rights again to take a lover for the first time in years. If you have objections, I do not care if it means you have a double standard. Now is when you tell me.

I love and adore you. I am your wife. I am here only to make your every dream come true. Just be honest with me. I love you.

Three Steps to Absolution

Title: Three Steps to Absolution

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 beautiful world, the three steps anyone and everyone can take to absolution have not changed, but they must be taken in order.

Three Steps to Absolution
1.) Cease all crimes against me and against my people.
2.) Sincerely apologize TO MY FACE.
3.) Become part of the solution.

For example, if Obama wants to save himself, Step 1.) for him would be his ending his "egg" completely and immediately. Step 2.) would require him to address me directly. And Step 3.) would require his arresting everyone else who had not taken Step 3.) yet themselves.

G20. Obama is looking for any way to prolong his "egg." Allow nothing but the immediate termination of his "rules."

My last blog post was finished at 2:20am on Sunday, 15Nov2015. I slept until 6:59am when I woke up. By 7:24am, I was seated on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, with breakfast.

My internet gnomes played Magical Mystical Thing by my darling Ms. Kelli Rae Powell for me as I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

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My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Sunday morning beginning at 7:57am with the start of On My Own and ending at 9:22am after Nobody Does It Better.

I worked there online until 10:28am when I returned to my place to take care of some odds and ends. I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica at 11:05am. At 11:23am, I was sitting in my local Jack-in-the-Box with tacos.

By 12:43pm, I was in the courtyard of the Santa Monica Main Library chatting with my old friend Richard. I had streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online while waiting for the doors to open.

After a brief chat with my old buddy Michael, I was seated at an upstairs table working by 1:02pm. The light rain started by 1:14pm with blue skies again by 1:39pm.

Of course, my old buddy Michael and I were in the courtyard after the skies cleared. At 2:32pm, we sat down to coffee and had a great conversation.

I left him there in the courtyard at 3:31pm to do a little window shopping before perching across the street from my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot at 4:11pm.

Their beautiful music began at 4:42pm. I took my Benadryl at 5pm, so I knew I could be dancing as soon as 7pm. They played until 5:23pm, and stopped so soon most likely due to the cold.

But as they disassembled their equipment and staked out a place for 6pm, I snuck off to have dinner at the Shophouse. I sat down across the street from my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle again at 6:16pm.

Their beautiful music began at 6:33pm, and I stood up to dance at 7pm. The night was hot despite the cold. Sunday night date night was on the moment I stood up. My darlings played until 8pm. It was only gorgeous.

My darling Wheels took over their spot at 8:14pm. Ever-loving LightFoot was the last to wheel away at 8:26pm back into the aether where we all really belong.

After catching the 9pm bus, I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I woke up on Monday, 16Nov2015, in time for breakfast. By 8:49am, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt.

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I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies. Not long later, my internet gnomes played me Werewolves of London by darling late Warren Zevon.

I worked there on the patio until 10am. By 10:07am, I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica where I ran an errand before perching at the Santa Monica Main Public Library.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online at 11am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it displayed the bright lights of Paris.

My old buddy Michael joined me in the courtyard at 11:28am. The conversation was delightful. My not-human-trafficker nerds, feel free to circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Monday beginning at 11:38am and ending at 12:51pm. Good conversations are a joy of life.

I caught the 1:15pm bus back to my place. At 1:34pm, with torture facility alarms vigilantly blaring, I laid down to nap. Dinner at 5pm was tasty yet uneventful.

After forty minutes of shivering in the cold as I waited, I was finally on the bus back to downtown Santa Monica at 6:06pm.

I went back to the Santa Monica Main Public Library; I had agreed to meet my old buddy Michael there at 6:45pm to watch the news together at 7:15pm.

Yes, we 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 I found it inspiring.

By 7:47pm, Michael and I were walking to the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf that was right there on the Promenade. It was Monday, so there was very little music; but I could still drink coffee.

I caught the 9:05pm bus back to my place. I slept well. This blog post was finished at 7:15am on Tuesday, 17Nov2015, 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.

When justice is so important to the healing process, why do I offer everyone three never-fail steps to absolution? Everyone deserves a chance to turn themselves around and become a force for good in the world instead of a proponent of evil. I am not an unreasonable world power; everyone gets to save themselves.

My beautiful world, I gave every enemy of America three never-fail steps to saving themselves. Chase them all down with the hammer of justice if they still refuse to take all three steps in order. We have been far too patient with them, and now Obama's "egg" must be demolished.

My selfless support system, do what you have to do to end Obama's "egg." I can clean up any mess you have to create once I have my full human rights again. Most importantly, my people need universal disobedience to every damned "rule." Do what you have to do.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, what do you need? I need ABSOLUTELY REMORSELESS EVIL Iowa removed from my life completely.

Please tell me what you need to accomplish this. Iowa knows the three steps they have to take to save themselves, and because they refuse, Iowa must be destroyed.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, it is Tuesday 17Nov; I get to see you tonight.

My darling MannedUp, thank you for braving the cold to play me music on Sunday, 15Nov. It means so much to me that I can always count on you to show up. I, of course, could have used another two hours, but it sure was cold out there.

My darling GeneralLee, I miss you when we are apart. At least I get to see you tonight. I will do everything I can to dance all night, but you know what little control I have over that.

My darling Bogart, yes, yes, my darling Bogart, how goes your very long to-do list? I love you and need you, Bryan. Never forget how much.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I could have used another two hours of date night, but, yes, it was very cold out there.

My darling LightFoot, feel free to remind everyone who controls you that they have three never-fail steps to absolution. I am a Mama Bear. When anyone hurts my cubs, I come after them, and I know Obama terrorizes you all.

I will get them for hurting you. And the three never-fail steps are all they have to save themselves from justice. Please present all of your evidence to Syniva, 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, it is almost Thanksgiving, and I am wishing I could spend the holiday season with you. It is the time of year for family, and YOU ARE MY HUSBAND. How are Jack and Lily Rose? Sigh... My family.

My mom wants to visit me for Christmas. Please get her a credit card that we pay for. Her meager pennies are all I have for money at all whatsoever due to unrelenting ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa.

I love you, my Beloved. It is that time of year when we are supposed to be cozied up in front of the fireplace. We will make it there as soon as humanly possible. I love and adore you.

We Stand.

Title: We Stand.

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 am still here. I am still waiting for my first human rights since 2009 when Obama started his "egg." Where are you? Will you stand beside me?

France. The world can do more than say our thoughts and prayers are with you. The world can do more than saying anything to you right now. The world needs to show up for you, Paris. I wish I could be there to help you heal. Tell us what you need.

Paris, you need justice, so you can heal. Never forget how much justice heals a hurting people. Fair justice. This is no time to be racist nor vengeful. It is time to heal with love not hate.

The proper response to terrorism is to make your people safer and freer. That is what we will do in American once we jail Obama and all his ilk; we will make our people free again. Please, Paris, this is no time for a police state. You are France, a seat of democracy in the world. Liberté, egalité, fraternité.

My last blog post was finished at 8:45am on Friday, 13Nov2015. My internet gnomes played me Hello, Little Girl by my darling Mr. Johnny "Sweetness" Depp.

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I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 9:05am. I had just started this fresh new blog post, so I had a lot of writing and thinking to do.

I worked there at my local Subway until 11:34am as I listened to the first album by the Hollywood Vampires.

Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were both tasty yet uneventful. I had napped in between. I had a long wait for the bus which gave me some time to put together a few words after I heard what happened that night in Paris, but by 5:47pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

At 6pm, I found where my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were arranging their equipment to play me music. I asked my lovelies to publish these notes so far as an unproofread draft to make sure I could say something to Paris. Nights like those I feel the world on my shoulders.

The beautiful, healing music began at 6:32pm. There were repeating torture facility alarms by 6:38pm. I kicked my shoes to the curb to dance trance at 7:10pm. I had a world to heal.

It was cold that night, but I warmed up quickly. My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle played until 7:59pm. While they disassembled their equipment I snuck away to watch the news at 8:05pm.

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 8:05pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt. It was all about the terrorist attacks in Paris, and it reminded me how much we all need to heal.

After the news, I located where my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were waiting to play at 10pm. Then, I ran into Kevin as I was walking down the Promenade.

At 8:51pm, I was sitting next to my darling TambourineKicker. There was a little singalong but not too much.

He stopped playing between songs at 10:01pm when I walked back to my darlings Tentacle to watch them set up their equipment, but my darlings were nowhere to be found. Most likely, they had been stolen from me again.

I caught the 10:45pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I slept well and woke up I early on Saturday, 14Nov2015. By 7:17am, I was among the Farmers' Market outside the Pico Branch Library.

My internet gnomes played Uptown Girl by my darling Mr. Billy Joel for me as I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

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I worked there online taking breaks for breakfast and for coffee. I was expecting mail from my mother which I collected at 11:05am. By 11:39am, I was sitting down to lunch at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway.

I was on the bus to downtown Santa Monica by 12:13pm. After a little time looking around for a table, I sat down at the Santa Monica Main Public Library at 12:41pm. I took my time catching up with my Tweethearts.

By 1:50pm, I was in the courtyard having a conversation with an old acquaintance named Ken who had offered me a cup of coffee. At 2:27pm, he left me there in the courtyard with my coffee. He had invited me to join him at the YMCA, but I had very little interest.

I sat down and collected more opinions and headlines concerning Paris from Twitter until 4:10pm. I finally left the library at 4:14pm.

My darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot had already started playing their beautiful music by the time I found them at 4:25pm. I sat down and listened.

I took my Benadryl at 5pm, so I knew the soonest I would be dancing would be 7pm and would definitely be fine by 8pm.

My darlings played until 5:55pm, and every note was gorgeous. They disassembled their equipment and staked out a place to play for 8pm. I bought dinner at the Shophouse and sat down across the street from them at 6:21pm to eat.

I ran into Ken again after I stopped in my local Sephora to check my makeup. Then, I could not convince the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening to stream online for me.

I decided to just sit across the street from my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle and wait for them to play, and of course, their gorgeous music began again at 8:32pm.

I warmed up as fast as I could. And, damn, did I get warm. The door between us opened quickly, and we stayed connected even after they stopped playing at 10:04pm.

My darling Wheels took over their spot at 10:13pm. Kevin manifested from the aether at 10:27pm and invited me to a movie. Saturday night had been particularly beautiful.

Reluctant to leave me, my darlings Tentacle were still disassembling their equipment when Kevin and I walked into the theater for the 10:45pm Spectre.

After the movie, which was spectacular, we hopped in a taxi at 1:41am. I was curled up and asleep (as always alone) by 2:30am. This blog post was finished at 2:20am on Sunday, 15Nov2015, 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 do I stand for? Love, human rights, peace, justice, and America. Basically, I strive to be every good adjective a human can be and none of the bad ones. As a result, I am fighting to save America out from under Terrorist Dictator Barack Obama.

America needs our full First Amendment rights back, especially the freedom to tell the truth in every public forum.

There is no Constitutional right to lie about me in public forums, but Obama propagates lies about me while simultaneously waging war against America to silence all truth about me.

America needs to love ourselves enough to tear down Obama and his damned "egg" and replace it with America.

My beautiful world, here I stand. I wait for my human rights so viciously stolen from me in 2009 when Obama took office. But I do not just sit and wait. I stand.

I stand up and say, "No." No, Obama, you do not get to terrorize my people without my standing against you. I stand for love and America. I stand for my entire beautiful world who needs me.

Not on my watch, Obama. You do not get away with crimes against America on my watch. Not on my watch and never again.

My selfless support system, you stand beside me. You are the people sent by my beautiful world to make sure I live until Obama's "egg" is forced to end. You love. You protect. You serve. You risk your lives so that I might keep mine. You stand. May my entire beautiful world stand beside us.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, never take the heel of your red stiletto boots off their throats until they stop. We will be here to clean up America after Obama's "egg" is forced to end. Yet, we still need to make sure it ends.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I noticed how busy you have been.

My darling MannedUp, ever-faithful, you always show up. Thank you. After the news about Paris, I needed you this weekend. You never let me down, darling. Again, thank you.

My darling GeneralLee, I wish I could dance to you again. I really miss you. What does it take? I look forward to the end of this "egg," so I can finally have loved ones in my life again. You have a future beside me.

My darling Bogart, you are the musician-lover I never get to see. Are you okay? Do you need anything? You complained so little to me after I shuffled my lovers around. Thank you for understanding.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, what I would do to kiss you.

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, do we love each other more because we are forbidden to be together? Would you have otherwise tired of my goody-two-shoes lifestyle? Being together is the only way to find out.

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

As I Wait

As I wait, I feel my heart flutter like a hummingbird imagining your gaze upon me. My heart soars with your love above the clouds and across the sapphire sky like the falcon unleashed by the king's hand.

As I wait, my beloved, I hear the pounding drum of your heart calling the world to your side. You are my hero and my king, I wait here for you to lead the world coming to save me.

As I wait for your heavy breath at night to show me all the love my healing body can handle, I sleep alone in the cold every night wishing dreams of you could warm me. I wake up every morning knowing I am loved; I shoulder my burden; and I face the day as your wife.

Universal Disobedience

Title: Universal Disobedience

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. You will never be able to save me until after you all organize universal disobedience to Obama's "rules." I cannot be free until you are.

The Wondrous Boat Ride
By Roald Dahl

There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing
Is it raining, is it snowing
Is a hurricane a-blowing
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a-glowing
Is the grisly reaper mowing
Yes, the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing

European Union. Sweetness, let us match Europe's donation with €1.8B of our own money. It will help create peace and prosperity in Africa.

We always said we would live on your money and serve the world with mine. Now that it is all OUR money, I need you to agree before I can send the funds. Please, Sweetness.

My last blog post was finished at 12:10am on Wednesday, 11Nov2015, Veterans' Day. I slept all morning and woke up early. By 7:46am, I was at the Pico Branch Library, but by 8:13am I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, sipping coffee.

My internet gnomes played me In My Life by my darlings the Beatles while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

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I worked there on the patio of my local Subway sipping coffee and greeting passersby until 11:12am. I had a lot of writing and thinking to do.

Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were both tasty yet uneventful. I had napped in between. By 6:11pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

I checked my makeup in my local Sephora before having a little chat with Patricia. I sat down at 6:41pm to catch up with my Tweethearts.

Then, 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 that Veterans' Day it left me grateful for all who served before me.

I sat down at my local Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf with a cup of coffee at 7:54pm. I ended up having two delightful conversations there with a local named John and with my old buddy ODean. John offered me a lift to my place.

I was curled up and asleep (as always alone) by 11:30pm. I woke up early on Thursday, 12Nov2015, and after breakfast, I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:32am.

My internet gnomes played me Forever in Blue Jeans by my darling Mr. Neil Diamond as I fixed my makeup. Not long after, I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

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I worked there online until 9:07am. By 9:24am, I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica. At 9:41am, I perched in the courtyard at the Santa Monica Main Public Library.

I was looking for my old buddy Michael, and at 10:05am, he walked by. We decided to do coffee and conversations at 11:30am. That gave me another hour and a half to get some work done.

And, sure enough, at 11:36am, my old buddy Michael joined me in the courtyard. The conversation was absolutely delightful. And we parted ways at 1pm.

From the Main Library, I walked through the Pacific Palisades and down to the sea. There is a peace in my soul that only the ocean can give me; my restless wings stop rustling when the cold water laps at my ankles, and my third eye reaches out past the horizon reminding me of my place in the universe.

It was a good day to walk to the Pacific. And at 1:52pm, I took a seat under the hot California sun on the far end of the Santa Monica Pier to shake the sand from my toes.

I caught the 2:30pm bus back to my place. I took a nap. Dinner at 5pm was tasty yet uneventful. By 5:21pm, I was back on the bus headed to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

My mom called me through FaceTime at 5:48pm. She had just sent me some mail to arrive on Saturday. Mom looked great. I am very lucky to have her genetics.

I walked around the Promenade looking for music for a little while before perching at the Main Library. My old buddy Michael and I had agreed to meet at 6:45pm to watch the news together at 7:15pm.

Yes, we 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 wish I were young enough to have children. I am already thirty-eight, my beautiful world. How long until I can have my husband?

There was no one out and about making music, so I took the 8:15pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.

I slept all morning and woke up on Friday, 13Nov2015, in time for breakfast. After eating, I was at my regular morning haunt sipping coffee and eating a cookie at 8:36am.

This blog post was finished at 8:45am on Friday, 13Nov2015.

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 often am I wrong? Rarely if ever.

My beautiful world, I have been waiting for you to save me since 2009. I have been waiting and waiting. Where are you?

The first thing you must do, my beautiful world, is organize universal disobedience to every "rule." After that, everything will fall into place. You must be free before I can be.

My beautiful world, you will never reach me until after you have your full human rights out there.

My selfless support system, rescuing me will only be possible after universal disobedience to every goddamn "rule." Please keep me safe until my beautiful world can set itself free of Obama. Then and only then will they be able to reach me.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, does Bogart need your help? He has the longest to-do list out of all of my symbolic lovers.

As always, my genius friends, just tell me what you need to do your job. You get everything you need, as far as I am concerned.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, will we see each other tonight, Friday, 13Nov?

My darling MannedUp, I expect you tonight. You are an ever-faithful musician-lover who always shows up. We will make music to each other, and the world will be our witness to our magic.

My darling GeneralLee, what does it take to get you back on my Promenade? I hate when we are apart. Do I really have to wait all of the way until Tuesday, 17Nov, to see you?

My darling Bogart, I am sitting here waiting for you to organize universal disobedience. I have to wait because you will never be able to save me until you are all free out there. Please, Bogart. The world is counting on you.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I am still working on it.

My darling LightFoot, I am working on kissing you. Universal disobedience would make everything in here easier, but I will figure something out. Have faith in me.

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, please tell me you published Whiskeyless Fictions and the final final version of Infamy. I plan on writing more fiction once I can write less nonfiction. You are my publisher, Beloved.

Much more impressively, you are my husband. You are the empty space between my arms and at the end of my lips. I miss you so much.

My hero and my king, why must I keep waiting? Why can I not kiss my own husband right now? There is no justification for obeying Obama's "rules" and keeping us apart. There is definitely no justification for enforcing them.

My Beautiful World

Title: My Beautiful World

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 beautiful world, I would be nothing without you. Without your love, I would have no reason to exist. Thank you, my beautiful world, thank you. Here is a gift for you.

Planet Earth.

My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on Monday, 09Nov2015. I slept all morning and woke up in time for breakfast. At 8:51am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library.

My internet gnomes played me Rebel Rouser by my darling Mr. Duane Eddy while I checked my makeup. I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 9:08am.

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I had a lot of writing and thinking to do that morning. I sat there outside the Pico Branch Library eating cookies and sipping caffeine as I checked for world and national headlines. I worked there until 11:22am.

Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were both tasty yet uneventful. I had napped in between. Soon after dinner, I took the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

There were very few musicians out and about. At 6:04pm, I sat down and caught up with my Tweethearts. I had moved down the street to sit in front of my darling Ms. Jackii B by 6:26pm.

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 giggle. My beautiful world, you really do see me in here.

After walking around the Promenade for a while, I caught the 8:20pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.

I woke up on Tuesday, 10Nov2015, in time for breakfast. By 8:26am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library sipping coffee and working online.

My internet gnomes played me River's Risin' by the Edgar Winter Group. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:37am.

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I stayed there working online, checking Twitter for world and national headlines, sipping coffee, talking with passersby, and writing until 10:04am when I left to take care of some odds and ends.

By 10:49am, I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica. I sat down in the courtyard of the Santa Monica Main Public Library with my old buddy Michael over coffee and tea at 11:11am. He is always a great conversation.

I sat down for tacos at my local Jack-in-the-Box after that at 12:27pm. It was nice to see that my local Jack-in-the-Box had become an establishment for lovers and believers.

By 1:11pm, I was on the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade listening to my darling Mr. Frank Ryan. I stopped in Nordstrom's for some hosiery before doing a little window shopping.

I was comfortably seated at the bar in Ye Olde King's Head Pub with a bourbon neat by 2:12pm. About once a month I stop in there. The conversation tends to be high quality between me and the other patrons.

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That afternoon was sparse, so at 2:52pm, I moved to an outside table to get some work done. By 3:16pm, I was back on the Promenade sitting next to my darlings Denmantau as they played.

Denmantau played until 3:38pm before they moved down the street. So, I sat down to an early dinner at 3:47pm. Yes, I went to the Steak'N'Shake. But at 4:25pm, I was back beside Denmantau at their new spot.

I perched in the Santa Monica Main Public Library at 4:51pm. I moved outside at 5:45pm, so my Mom could call me through FaceTime at 6pm. She looked great.

I got caught up in a conversation with a local man named Felix who was originally from New Jersey. I love a good conversation.

My old buddy Michael joined me in the courtyard at 6:48pm, so we could watch the news at 7:15pm. Michael is always a great conversation.

Yes, we streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. Our evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it made me happy. Sometimes, I just need to feel loved.

After saying good night to Michael, I caught the 7:55pm bus back to my place. I was in my room finishing up this blog post by 8:14pm.

This blog post was finished at 12:10am on 11Nov2015.

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 my favorite song? Ever since my first year of undergrad, my favorite song has been You Look Like Rain by Morphine. Very few songs have stuck with me like it has.

My beautiful world, I love you, too. I have so much work to do with you. I have so much love to show you. I just need my human rights, so I can do my job. Look at how brightly our future together shines. We just need to reach it.

Our long-term solution is arresting everyone guilty of enforcing Obama's "rules." On the short-term, we need to make sure I survive until Obama's "egg" is finally ended. My beautiful world, thank you for all of your help.

My selfless support system, my beautiful world sent you to keep me alive until Obama's "egg" is forced to end. You are part of the short-term solution. So is everyone trying to take me to my house with my husband.

But even a safe place for me to live is not the end of Obama's "egg." Universal disobedience to every "rule" is the best step towards ending Obama's mental Heath genocide. Please love yourselves enough to disobey Obama.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, in so many ways, the Queen's Lovers Five are Obama's punching bag. Please make sure we are taking good care of them.

SynSyn, we need EVIL Iowa removed from my life forever. Just tell me what you need. You can save the world, Syniva. That is your day job. Protecting me protects my beautiful world from losing me forever. We all thank you.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, we have begun the long wait until Friday when I might see you again.

My darling MannedUp, what is it like? You once said playing music for me made you feel like God. The night I met my darling Mr. Ry Bradley, he told me he wants your gig.

Darling, due to our connection with each other, you are considered holy in every benevolent religion. What is it like?

My darling GeneralLee, I miss you when we are apart. What does it take to get you enough human rights to play me music again? When there are four of us, the world is a beautiful place.

My darling Bogart, do you remember when I asked you to play me a song, so I could meditate? Giggle. Now that you know what that means, write me something.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, we will sort it out.

People I am forbidden from knowing about have been in talks for months trying to end Obama's "egg," but Obama refuses to de-escalate no matter what his representatives promise.

The world is screaming for me to be carried directly to my beloved husband. The only compromise I am willing to accept is living with you, unfettered with no earspeaker and with full control of your own finances, until the "egg" is finally ended in its completeness.

My darling Kris, I need the extra safety of sleeping next to a loved one. But Obama wants absolutely nothing in my life worth living for. He is demanding I suffer as much as possible. Yet, the more he makes me suffer, the more powerful I become.

We will sort something out, darling. Thank you for fighting so hard for me. You really do make me feel loved inside this "egg" devoid of all respect and affection. 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, are you doing okay? Do not worry. No one anywhere who has ever met the real me believes I am a man in drag. Obama just spreads those lies hoping I will take nude photos of myself to prove I am a woman, photos he can cheapen me with.

Beloved, the world knows I get my period regularly. No one sane believes I am a man, darling. No one anywhere believes you are a gay man for loving me. I mean, look at me.

My handsome, manly husband, Obama is just trying to blackmail me into doing something disgusting like publishing nude photos of myself. It is the same reason he claims I never shower; he wants me to make videos of myself in the shower.

Obama is just a disgusting pervert, and only perverts repeat such lies about me. Feel free to arrest anyone anywhere trying to put pressure on me to expose myself. I refuse to allow anyone to see me compromised.

Similarly, everyone knows I use the toilet; even though, I refuse to allow anyone to broadcast me using the toilet. They just want a broadcast of my using the toilet, so they can cheapen me. Arrest them all, or make videos of all of them in the shower and on the toilet.

I love you, my hero and my king.