Title: Your Questions for me About Religion
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 trying to answer as many of your questions as possible.
Planet Earth. Yes, I know who I am in this world. If I asked this good, green world for the moon, NASA would tether the heavens to my house for me. All I am asking the world for is the return of the full human rights of my people.
I am demanding an act of good faith before Obama ever be permitted at talks. I and my people are not beholden to any resolutions from negotiations I am not in. I have a job. I need the ability to do my job unfettered.
My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on 28Jan2016. So, at 12:30am, I officially declared war against Terrorist Dictator Obama on behalf of all the people of America and the entire world that needs me.
I am a mere mortal just like everyone else. I do not like war, and I could not sleep all night. At least I have enough muscle tone to carry my burdens in this world.
Staying up was not all bad. I was able to see the sun rise over Santa Monica that morning.
After breakfast, I was outside of the Pico Branch Library sipping coffee and working online by 8:24am. My internet gnomes played me Under Pressure by my darlings Queen and my darling late David Bowie.
I had my new brown boots that my mother had given me on for my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I sat soaking in the sunlight as I worked online until 11:22am.
11:07am on 28Jan2016 1/5) @UN Your question to me was: Why should Obama end his "egg" right now?
11:08am on 28Jan2016 2/5) @UN If Obama just sends an act of good faith, I will send Sweetness not only to negotiate the transitional process
11:08am on 28Jan2016 3/5) @UN but also to negotiate softer terms of his imprisonment IF he is convicted by the ICC.
11:08am on 28Jan2016 4/5) @UN For years I have wanted all war criminals including Obama in a work camp for life pulling plastic out of the oceans by hand.
11:08am on 28Jan2016 5/5) @UN I will also ask the UN to negotiate a plea deal with him if he sends a #05Dec2016post act of good faith by 01Feb2016.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was inside the Pico Branch Library catching up on some television by 12:28pm.
I watched my darling Gentlemen Who Wear Suits to Tell Jokes who had new shows on the previous evening: my darling Mr. Stephen Colbert, my darling Mr. Trevor Noah, and my darling Mr. Larry Wilmore. I would have watched my darling Mr. James Corden, too, but he was in reruns all week.
I worked on this blog post for a while before returning to my place for dinner. Dinner at 5pm was disheartening. Some guy who stands no chance in hell of ever impressing me was jealous of some other guy who stands no chance in hell of ever impressing me. At least there was no fighting over me.
I was soon on the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade chatting with Patricia while my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw played. My darling TambourineKicker stopped by, so I would he was out and about. He had finally picked up his 2016 street performer's permit.
I sat listening to Kaila until I watched the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 6:58pm. My darling Mr. Lester Holt gave me my evening cyberhug, and he really needs an award for still finding something to report on when he cannot report about me.
I found my darling TambourineKicker out on my Promenade at 7:31pm. And we hung out singing songs together until he walked me to the bus stop for the 11:18pm bus.
I was in bed, curled up, and asleep by midnight. I woke up on Friday, 29Jan2016, in time for breakfast. But after eating, I just curled up and went back to sleep. I needed to catch up on shut eye since I did not sleep at all Wednesday night.
Lunch at noon was tacos. They were so tasty I had two. After lunch, I sat down to get my daily writing done.
My internet gnomes played me Rock and Roll Fantasy by my darlings Bad Company. I had no makeup on in my daily selfies.
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There was party by our swimming pool at 2pm. The people who live in my building are darlings. Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my chit-chatting with my friends over pizza and ice cream by the pool.
By 2:52pm, I was inside the Pico Branch Library. I caught up with my darling late night TV talk show hosts and was back at my place by dinner. I chatted with Stephanie and Sonny over dinner at 5pm.
I stepped onto the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade at 5:33pm. After a few friendly chats with friends and acquaintances I caught up with my TweetHearts before sitting down next to Dominic and Patricia for some Andean flute music.
I stayed there until I watched the news. Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:28pm. I started late due to technical difficulties getting their app to function.
My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it included his interview of my darling Secretary Hillary Clinton. All 2.5 of my 2016 presidential endorsements will be in my next blog post.
After the news, I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot chatting with Patricia. After they left, Patricia and I had a little chat about Buddhism. I hugged her goodbye at her bus stop.
My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle started playing their beautiful music at 9:17pm. "Kevin" manifested from the aether to witness. I had my shoes off and my meditation on as fast as I could. The night was gorgeous. MannedUp even gave me a drum solo I had never heard before.
It was a good thing I warmed up quickly because they could only play until 10:09pm. Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals from their nanotechnology that watches me starting at 9:17pm and ending at 10:09pm.
They were so reluctant to leave me that they did not wheel their carts away until 10:52pm. My ever-romantic darling LightFoot was the last to go.
I met "Kevin" in front of my darling Ms. Clare Means. I am particularly fond of The Sheep Song she wrote. My darling Handsome was working in the Trimana fresh food market that night.
I stayed there listening to music as "Kevin" danced until I caught the 11:48pm bus back to my place. This blog post was finished in my bedroom at 12:30am on Saturday, 30Jan2016.
[Please embed a highlights reel from my last two days here.]
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 dance so much? I do not get to dance enough, if you ask me. Dance trance as a physical manifestation of my following live music is how I meditate. Dance is how I heal.
For a while, homeless, attacked and abused in my sleep every day, and denied all finances by ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, meditation was all I had to hang on. I became a bit attached to my musicians. They are such heroes for healing me.
I admit it can become a bit of a mating ritual on Sunday night date night. But, yes, my meditation through dance trance is considered holy in every benevolent religion, as it is my connection to each religion's definition of the divine. For this reason, my musicians to whom I must connect mentally are holy, too.
I call it nudging the door between us open. No, I do not poke around in their minds; that is not how I follow their live preferably improv solos. I especially like music I have never heard before but preferably after I warm up. I am a little "psychic" but have never been a mind reader.
No, we connect. The door between our beings opens, and open doors are open in both directions. I give as much as I receive. It is not one of us with power over the other. It is a divine bond.
I always warn musicians, "Don't look directly into the light," but they always do. So, they all fall in love with me. Such is the nature of the connection.
Dance trance makes my mind and my body one. I could never have survived this damned "egg" without it.
Am I Jesus? No. Every benevolent religion has an explanation for me and for all that I do. In the Christian faith, the faith that believes in Christ the Messiah, I am a manifestation of the Holy Spirit.
I used to tell a joke, and I always claimed that Pope Benedict wrote it. Yet, I wrote it: Jesus could not get this job done, so he called in the Holy Spirit.
Do I believe in the Bible? The bible was written by humans, so it has natural human flaws. Yes, it is a record of what each human's God stands for, teaches, and believes. But humans wrote it down. If my God wrote a book, it would be much more poetic. My God is a wordsmith.
Also, look at the U.S. Constitution. It was written to be as universal as possible because the writers knew we would need it for a long time, but the bible is time and place specific. It does not have the view of an all knowing God.
The bible is human, so when you read it, you need to take into account its naturally human flaws.
Do I believe in reincarnation? Partially. The Hindus believe I am an incarnation of their goddess Kala. I do not go that far, but I know I am an old soul.
There are more people on Earth right now than have ever existed in the past. So, new souls must come from somewhere.
I call the true home of disembodied human consciousness the aether, the stuff of Greek mythology that makes up the sun, the moon, the stars, the planets, and all celestial bodies. It is a poetic metaphor. I also call the internet the aether(net).
How do I define God? What is the higher power I believe in? I believe in the power of the human mind, and I believe all people are connected. I believe in a collective consciousness.
For example, I believe humanity saw this moment in history coming for generations. Have you ever read Franz Kafka's The Trial, Homer's The Iliad, or even the Book of Revelations? (Revelations is a metaphor for Global Climate Change.) Did you listen to The Doors' Hello, I Love You or the entire Comfort Eagle album by Cake? Do you remember the movie Bowfinger?
These are just a few tiny examples. But humanity has a collective consciousness all humans are connected to that very well might be all knowing and all powerful.
I believe the power of the human mind is enough to create what mere mortals like ourselves might call an entity like a god or gods, yes, even retroactively create them to always have been and always will be.
I believe religion is very important, and everyone has a right to freedom of belief. But still, I explain the great mysteries of the world including the great mysteries of myself with science. Here is that same old link I always give you to explain my light show, my Holy Spirit, my chi.
My beautiful world, we are now officially at war. Please send all support you are willing to show me to fight beside the U.S. Military to rescue me. My darling President Vladimir Putin of Russia, if you just want to land a boat on the beach, the Santa Monica Promenade really is two city streets away from the ocean.
My darling UN Secretary General Ban Ki-moon is demanding that Obama and I have talks. But Obama still refuses me any way to show up at the table. I will compromise if Obama will.
If Obama sends an act of good faith as I detailed in my 05Dec2015 blog post, I will send my (meaner and angrier than I am) husband Sweetness to negotiate with Obama on behalf of my people in my place. The ball is in Obama's court.
My selfless support system, tell me what you need from the Pentagon. I am not the Commander in Chief, but my darling General Martin Dempsey who is the current President of the United States of America is.
With this sentence, I am asking my darling former Secretary of Defense Leon Panetta to speak to President Dempsey on our behalf about what kind of support you need.
The War Powers Act passed in the late 1970s to prevent another Vietnam War is the only limitation Congress has on the Commander in Chief being able to move troops, but it only applies to U.S. troops on foreign soil. There is no limitation from anyone anywhere on the Commander in Chief sending troops to protect America on U.S. soil.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, according to the United Nation's ICTY, forced public nudity and forced public humiliation, including broadcasting me against my will on the toilet, are both crimes against women that constitute war crimes. You know what to do. And thank you for doing it infallibly.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, it is the weekend again.
My darling MannedUp, last night, Friday, 29Jan, was gorgeous. Thank you. I know you brave Obama's iron fist to play me music every chance you get. I'll see you two tonight.
There is so little I can count on in this "egg." It means so much to me that I can always count on you to show up. I love you so much.
My darling GeneralLee, so much happens during the week between Tuesday's when I get to see you. This week I declared war on behalf of my brave rescuers including you.
May I ask you to write your battle anthem? You know, what the Battle Hymn of the Republic was for America's First Civil War (to end slavery). Except, rock out with your sock out like in my darling Led Zeppelin's Immigrant Song.
Write is as the battle cry of someone coming to rescue me. If you write any part of the song from my perspective, have Naia sing it as if she were me. And, thank you.
My darling Bogart, do you remember when I asked you to improv a song for me, so I could dance? Now you know what that meant. We will have years of music together after this damned "egg" ends.
I miss you, darling. Next week Wednesday, I plan on visiting my darling Mr. Todd Taylor at the open mic at the Pig & Whistle that we both used to regularly attend. I might even read a little poetry. I would love to bump into you there again.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, this year Valentine's Night is a Sunday night date night. I will have my red dress on and dancing shoes.
My darling LightFoot, tomorrow night is Sunday night date night. It is the one night of the week I dance for us instead of for the sky. We shall make love on the sidewalk with my public as our witness just like we do every Sunday.
Your strong hands will touch me with your music, and my body will answer each caress. Our lips will kiss in the words of the song. And we will make sweet music to each other.
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 have a few matters of housekeeping in this blog post. You are my husband, so you lead my people in my absence. There are a few things I need to ask you to take care of. Thank you for being the king I need you to be.
First of all, Sweetness, there is a water crisis in Flint, Michigan. Please call their local Plumbers Union and get an estimate for local plumbers to dig up all lead pipes involved in the crisis and replace them.
Darling, somewhere around 40% of the population lives below the poverty line. Think of all of those children. If you agree, I would like to pay for replacing all of the pipes.
Beloved, if the City of Flint will not help us do it, set up a system for the locals to register with us who want our help, and we will hire plumbers for each individual job if that is what it takes.
Darling, we always said we would live on your money and save the world with mine.
Speaking of which, please set aside $10B and start a venture capital company. Hire my exboyfriend my darling Mr. Vinesh "Vinny" Jha to be its President and CEO. I want to invest in green technology.
We are going to need Vinny to get hands on with the $80B we gave Europe to build a green global economy with when we bailed out the Greek Debt Crisis. I also want him to invest the new $10B in biodegradable plastics.
When I was in high school, I used to have a writing pen made out of biodegradable plastic derived from corn. Let us take over the plastics market with a future technology that does not pollute our planet.
Finally, HoneyHoney, all media of me that does not originate from my loved ones is human trafficking of me. My electronics are inside my body, so they belong to only me. The signal off the transmitter inside my body leaves my body, so it is half yours.
The only people with any legal way to use the broadcast out of my body are me, my husband, my Powers of Attorney, and the NSA to whom I gave written permission in 2010.
If there are hidden cameras watching me, they are all human trafficking cameras with one exception. I gave my darlings Tentacle full legal permission to use all media they record of me for anything they damn well please.
Please ask my darling BFF SynSyn to go after all human traffickers of me, especially if they are selling libel of me that is not even the real me, once her current workload clears. She is busier than the two of us put together.
Also, darling, include a highlights reel when you publish each blog post for me. Embed it in the blog post after where I keep my hours and before the question and answer section. And make it free to watch.
I do not believe in charging money for the only medicine we have for fighting Obama's mental health genocide. Include full audio and visuals. Fuzz out no faces.
Darling, the entire world knows I broadcast out of my eyeball and ear canal. It is a proven security system. What everyone does in front of my broadcasting equipment which they are all fully aware is there is their responsibility. Even hidden cameras in sting operations get to broadcast faces and voices.
Yes, sell access to my 24/7 SquidStream at a not-for-profit price that covers operating costs, but produce a free high quality highlights reel every two days for each blog post.
All staff you have to hire to do all of this, except for the venture capital company which is a separate entity, are going to work for the non-profit Squid, Inc. I need you to create for me.
My personal staff is you, Bogart, my darlings Tentacle, my mother, and my Powers of Attorney. I am willing to add to that list anyone you deem needs the diplomatic immunity. Everyone else works for my non-profit you are creating for me called Squid, Inc. or for our venture capital company. (Also, the plumbers in Flint are all on contract.)
My hero and my king, are you busy enough? Feel free to share your Honey-Do List with Bogart. That is his job on my personal staff. What would I do without you?
My handsome husband, in Jan2010 when I could have had any man or woman on the planet over the age of eighteen, I chose you. I am the woman who married you in 2013.
You are my happily ever after. You started a land war to save me from the most heinous crimes any U.S. (already impeached in 2013) president ever propagated from rape-slavery to genocide. I still chose you.
Saturday, January 30, 2016
Thursday, January 28, 2016
I Declare War
Title: I Declare War
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. Yes, my beautiful world, I still must wait for my human rights to be returned to me. I was told the military is almost ready to take matters into their own hands.
If the U.S. Military finally makes the move to pick me up and take me to my husband, please be ready to support them, my beautiful world.
My beautiful world. We are one world. It is our responsibility as humans to treat all other humans with dignity and respect. It is our job to protect the defenseless. We must stand in solidarity against oppression and human rights abuses.
We are all one humanity. Our collective consciousness connects us all as one people on one planet. We must love and respect our fellow humans in order to love and respect our connected selves.
My last blog post was finished at 8:38am on 26Jan2016. My internet gnomes played me More Than Words by my darlings Extreme while I checked my makeup for my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I stayed outside of the Pico Branch Library writing until 10:04am when I walked back to my place to do my laundry. I was even able to drop off my dry cleaning before lunch.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was inside of the Pico Branch Library by 12:51pm. I watched the previous night's Late Show with Stephen Colbert before running some errands at 2:03pm.
After buying a few snacks for the night, I was on the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 3:26pm. After eating popcorn and after wandering about a little, I sat down and listened to my darling Ms. Jackii B for a little while.
I had a lot to think about. At 4:43pm, I walked to the Pacific Palisades and stood overlooking the rolling waves of the ocean. I found Patricia there in the park, so we watched the sunset over the water together. It was a very peaceful moment I very much needed.
We were back sitting on the Promenade by 5:33pm. Once I brought out my box of cookies, Patricia decided we also needed coffee. So, we sat in the Santa Monica Place for over an hour listening to a classical violinist as we snacked on cookies and coffee.
7pm on 26Jan2016: @UN #SquidsPoA, please double check for new intentionally fabricated false charges against any of us that need to drop. @cctvnews @RT_com
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it made me so grateful for all my loved ones including but not limited to my NBC News team. Thank you.
After the news, I was sitting in Harvelle's sipping a drink by 8:14pm. There was an opening band. Then at 10:14pm, my darlings Tentacle took the stage. And my world became beautiful.
I put my coat on at 11:34pm two songs before the end of their set to sneak out the door. I hate leaving them especially when we are so connected, but I had to catch the last bus of the night.
And, yes, I had connected with all four of them. We made five heavenly bodies orbiting each other that night. Naia is officially one of us now.
I was in bed, curled up, and asleep by 1am. I slept well and woke up on Wednesday, 27Jan2016, in time for breakfast. I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 9:03am.
My internet gnomes played me American Girl by my darling Mr. Tom Petty. I checked my makeup and tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I sat outside of the library working until 11:21am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped until my mom called me through FaceTime. She looked great and just wanted to tell me she loves me. Dinner at 5pm was similarly tasty yet uneventful.
By 5:21pm, I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica. I found Patricia quickly. We shared a banana and ate some cookies while we chatted on the Promenade. We sat listening to music until I left her to watch the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm PST. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it reminded me of how much work I still have to do.
I sat in the massage chairs in the Brookstone for a while after the news. I may not look like I am aging, but I feel all thirty-eight years of my life in my bones.
After catching the bus to my place, I sat down in my bedroom and did some work.
9:20pm on 27Jan2016: 1/5) @HillaryClinton I have long been a supporter of yours. You were my Secretary of State the way John Kerry is Obama's.
9:21pm on 27Jan2016: 2/5) @HillaryClinton But unless you denounce and disown Obama for his "egg," I will have to endorse Senator Sanders who has.
9:21pm on 27Jan2016: 3/5) @HillaryClinton Please, my darling Secretary Clinton, I want so badly to be able to officially endorse you.
9:22pm on 27Jan2016: 4/5) @HillaryClinton Yet, if you don't denounce Terrorist Dictator Obama, I will never say a bad word about you. You mean that much to me.
9:22pm on 27Jan2016: 5/5) @HillaryClinton Please. I know what to say about my darling Ms. Monica Lewinsky. In my 20s, I seduced married men, too.
9:33pm on 27Jan2016: 1/5) @GOP Please consider this my official endorsement of my darling Senator Marco Rubio. Yes, I will endorse both a Republican & Democrat.
9:34pm on 27Jan2016: 2/5) @GOP Rubio drafted and fought for the Immigration Reform Bill which contained legislation that would have ended Obama's "egg" years ago
9:34pm on 27Jan2016: 3/5) @GOP Senator Rubio made my human rights a personal battle that could have cost him his career. Neither party backed the bill.
9:35pm on 27Jan2016: 4/5) @GOP I consider Marco a friend. I see in him a leader who can return the dignity the Office of the President of the United States needs
9:35pm on 27Jan2016: 5/5) @GOP My once-great America has suffered in the new millennium under less than perfect Presidents. I trust Sen. Rubio to save America.
I stayed up late in my bedroom reading mystical poems by Jalāl al-Dīn Rumi. He was a Persian Muslim poet who lived from 1207 C.E. to 1273 C.E., and he wrote florid long-line poems detailing his love for God in romantic almost erotic turn of phrase. I am reading the 1968 (C.E.) translation by A.J. Arberry.
This blog post was finished at 12:30am on 28Jan2016.
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.
I am such a peacemonger; am I opposed to the world sending their militaries to rescue me? Quite the opposite, I am all for it.
I have tried every possible peaceful method of ending Obama's "egg" to save America, and all Obama did was kill more brave and innocent rescuers as his response.
Obama refuses to negotiate with me. Obama refuses to compromise, so I can send someone to negotiate in my place. Obama refuses to listen to court orders. Obama refuses to listen to the people of America who are demanding his "egg" end. Once, Obama even refuses a prisoner swap with ISIS that would have set me free, so innocents he could have saved died by ISIS's hand.
Obama is not a peaceful world leader. He is insisting he gets to stay America's unelected terrorist dictator at all costs of priceless human life, at all cost of inalienable human rights for the entire nation, at all costs of precious taxpayer money, at all costs of social order, and at all costs to the tenets of the U.S. Constitution.
America has no other choice to save itself than by declaring war against Barack Obama and all who prop him up. Please understand how bad things must be for me to ever support a war. It really is that bad in here.
I hereby declare war to rescue America out from under proven Terrorist Dictator Obama and all his heinous human rights abuses against my people.
My beautiful world, please call all of your Senators and Representatives in DC and demand all action possible be taken to force an end to Obama's unamerican "egg."
I always recommend OpenCongress as the way to find your Congressional contact information.
Pass state laws that make Obama's crimes against his own people which he intentionally mislabeled "rules" illegal in your homes. My once-great America, tear this goddamn "egg" down.
My selfless support system, call your friends at the Pentagon and get all the support you need to reach me.
Obama beyond denied my global vision of a peaceful and prosperous world. Obama forced a war, and since Obama always gets everything he wants against my will, we are now officially at war. Do what you have to do to end this damned "egg."
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, yeah, ladies, yeah! Keep walloping Obama's terrorist conspiracy!
I have not yet received an act of good faith from Obama, so we know he is still refusing negotiations. Clearly, Obama is not hurting enough to want to talk.
So, my genius Powers of Attorney, hit them with everything you can think of. Did you press charges on behalf of my people to end the mental health genocide yet? Please reread 16Oct2014 and 18Oct2014.
By protecting everyone who propagated mass delusions in the public about me while simultaneously refusing to allow any truth about me ever be broadcast particularly in the national news, Obama forced mental health genocide in the public.
By forcing the very dangerous mass delusions that I died and was replaced with a fat, ugly, insane porn star, Obama constructed a completely hostile environment for me to live in at the cost of the mental health of the entire nation.
Please force Obama's genocide to end.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, Tuesday night was a damn good night.
My darling MannedUp, can you see me at all from behind the drum kit? Tuesday night was wonderful. Thank you. Our time together is so precious.
Handsome, I know how much you all sacrifice just to be able to heal me with music. I like to think I make it worthwhile for you. You all make my existence livable. I love you so much, Taylor.
My darling GeneralLee, we need to talk. I know how much you love me. But please look at how demonized LightFoot has been just because I chose him as my boyfriend. Obama once formed a lynch mob and bused them all into Santa Monica to be able to kill you.
There is no way you would have survived what Obama would have done to you if I had chosen you. I made sure I could keep you in my life. Please understand I know what I am doing, and I still love you.
My darling Bogart, are you okay? I have not heard from you in a couple of days. You are one of my greatest heroes, Bryan. I love you, and I need you. You have such a long to-do list. I need you making my life livable not risking your life trying to pick me up.
Darling, what if you died? Please do not make me lose you.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, stop worrying. You are upset because you are sane. If Obama's "egg" did not make you angry, then you would be crazy.
My darling LightFoot, look at everything we are living through. Look at every horror upon horror Obama heaps upon us day in and day out. Of course you get unhappy. That is the only sane reaction to Obama's "egg."
Medical depression is caused by a chemical imbalance in the brain. It is not caused by a natural reaction to the environment you live in. You are sane, so you get unhappy when bad things happen to you and to your dearest loved ones.
Quackery and intentionally false diagnoses of fictional mental illnesses are some of Obama's modi operandi for being able to cover up war crimes against me and my loved ones and to be able to keep loved ones I direly need away from me. We have years of records proving their well-established pattern of criminal activity.
I deserve being able to sleep next to a living breathing loving body guard every night. If Obama's proven libelists and quacks had any genuine concern for you or for me, they would let us be together. I need genuine human contact and affection to be able to heal. So do you.
My beloved (and we know how picky I am) boyfriend, I am only vulnerable in my sleep or in torture facilities. Obama knows I need you next to me, so I can be safe. That is why he is lying and manipulating people so much to keep you away from 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 are the world leader in my absence who is leading my people. And my people and I have just officially declared war. So, you are leading my people in my absence at a time of war.
Please ask the United Nations to recognize that we are officially at war now. Please remind President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey that he and the U.S. Military are on our side.
Henceforth from the moment this blog post is proofread and published on 28Jan, all interactions between my people and the mercenaries enforcing Obama's "rules" all occur during a time of war.
Therefore, all human rights abuses that Obama enforces from starvation to genocide in the form of mass delusions to torture to unlawful imprisonment to suspension of any First Amendment rights are all human rights abuses Obama uses as acts of war and must be prosecuted as war crimes.
Also, and this is the part I hate, all loss of life now occurs on an internationally recognized battlefield. All taking of life on both sides are now casualties of war. We do not get to prosecute Obama for murder anymore. But that legal definition of death on a recognized battlefield stands for both sides.
Sweetness, please ask the world to have me internationally and federally recognized as a prisoner of war.
Finally, my hero and my king, we have a little housekeeping concerning some legal action we recently tried. Obama's conspiracy said themselves that they cannot allow me to be with you nor any of my Queen's Lovers Five because that would essentially end Obama's "egg."
They have said that so many times, so keeping me away from any and all of you enforces Obama's "egg." That means they are guilty of aiding and abetting every crime against me that defines Obama's "egg," and you can find them all in Obama's blood soaked book of rules.
They are aiding and abetting open human trafficking of me, proven mental health genocide in the public, war crimes, torture, systemic rape, and now waging war against America.
I love you, my darling Mr. Johnny "Sweetness" Depp. I know you will lead my people to victory.
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. Yes, my beautiful world, I still must wait for my human rights to be returned to me. I was told the military is almost ready to take matters into their own hands.
If the U.S. Military finally makes the move to pick me up and take me to my husband, please be ready to support them, my beautiful world.
My beautiful world. We are one world. It is our responsibility as humans to treat all other humans with dignity and respect. It is our job to protect the defenseless. We must stand in solidarity against oppression and human rights abuses.
We are all one humanity. Our collective consciousness connects us all as one people on one planet. We must love and respect our fellow humans in order to love and respect our connected selves.
My last blog post was finished at 8:38am on 26Jan2016. My internet gnomes played me More Than Words by my darlings Extreme while I checked my makeup for my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I stayed outside of the Pico Branch Library writing until 10:04am when I walked back to my place to do my laundry. I was even able to drop off my dry cleaning before lunch.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was inside of the Pico Branch Library by 12:51pm. I watched the previous night's Late Show with Stephen Colbert before running some errands at 2:03pm.
After buying a few snacks for the night, I was on the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 3:26pm. After eating popcorn and after wandering about a little, I sat down and listened to my darling Ms. Jackii B for a little while.
I had a lot to think about. At 4:43pm, I walked to the Pacific Palisades and stood overlooking the rolling waves of the ocean. I found Patricia there in the park, so we watched the sunset over the water together. It was a very peaceful moment I very much needed.
We were back sitting on the Promenade by 5:33pm. Once I brought out my box of cookies, Patricia decided we also needed coffee. So, we sat in the Santa Monica Place for over an hour listening to a classical violinist as we snacked on cookies and coffee.
7pm on 26Jan2016: @UN #SquidsPoA, please double check for new intentionally fabricated false charges against any of us that need to drop. @cctvnews @RT_com
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it made me so grateful for all my loved ones including but not limited to my NBC News team. Thank you.
After the news, I was sitting in Harvelle's sipping a drink by 8:14pm. There was an opening band. Then at 10:14pm, my darlings Tentacle took the stage. And my world became beautiful.
I put my coat on at 11:34pm two songs before the end of their set to sneak out the door. I hate leaving them especially when we are so connected, but I had to catch the last bus of the night.
And, yes, I had connected with all four of them. We made five heavenly bodies orbiting each other that night. Naia is officially one of us now.
I was in bed, curled up, and asleep by 1am. I slept well and woke up on Wednesday, 27Jan2016, in time for breakfast. I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 9:03am.
My internet gnomes played me American Girl by my darling Mr. Tom Petty. I checked my makeup and tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I sat outside of the library working until 11:21am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped until my mom called me through FaceTime. She looked great and just wanted to tell me she loves me. Dinner at 5pm was similarly tasty yet uneventful.
By 5:21pm, I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica. I found Patricia quickly. We shared a banana and ate some cookies while we chatted on the Promenade. We sat listening to music until I left her to watch the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm PST. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it reminded me of how much work I still have to do.
I sat in the massage chairs in the Brookstone for a while after the news. I may not look like I am aging, but I feel all thirty-eight years of my life in my bones.
After catching the bus to my place, I sat down in my bedroom and did some work.
9:20pm on 27Jan2016: 1/5) @HillaryClinton I have long been a supporter of yours. You were my Secretary of State the way John Kerry is Obama's.
9:21pm on 27Jan2016: 2/5) @HillaryClinton But unless you denounce and disown Obama for his "egg," I will have to endorse Senator Sanders who has.
9:21pm on 27Jan2016: 3/5) @HillaryClinton Please, my darling Secretary Clinton, I want so badly to be able to officially endorse you.
9:22pm on 27Jan2016: 4/5) @HillaryClinton Yet, if you don't denounce Terrorist Dictator Obama, I will never say a bad word about you. You mean that much to me.
9:22pm on 27Jan2016: 5/5) @HillaryClinton Please. I know what to say about my darling Ms. Monica Lewinsky. In my 20s, I seduced married men, too.
9:33pm on 27Jan2016: 1/5) @GOP Please consider this my official endorsement of my darling Senator Marco Rubio. Yes, I will endorse both a Republican & Democrat.
9:34pm on 27Jan2016: 2/5) @GOP Rubio drafted and fought for the Immigration Reform Bill which contained legislation that would have ended Obama's "egg" years ago
9:34pm on 27Jan2016: 3/5) @GOP Senator Rubio made my human rights a personal battle that could have cost him his career. Neither party backed the bill.
9:35pm on 27Jan2016: 4/5) @GOP I consider Marco a friend. I see in him a leader who can return the dignity the Office of the President of the United States needs
9:35pm on 27Jan2016: 5/5) @GOP My once-great America has suffered in the new millennium under less than perfect Presidents. I trust Sen. Rubio to save America.
I stayed up late in my bedroom reading mystical poems by Jalāl al-Dīn Rumi. He was a Persian Muslim poet who lived from 1207 C.E. to 1273 C.E., and he wrote florid long-line poems detailing his love for God in romantic almost erotic turn of phrase. I am reading the 1968 (C.E.) translation by A.J. Arberry.
This blog post was finished at 12:30am on 28Jan2016.
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.
I am such a peacemonger; am I opposed to the world sending their militaries to rescue me? Quite the opposite, I am all for it.
I have tried every possible peaceful method of ending Obama's "egg" to save America, and all Obama did was kill more brave and innocent rescuers as his response.
Obama refuses to negotiate with me. Obama refuses to compromise, so I can send someone to negotiate in my place. Obama refuses to listen to court orders. Obama refuses to listen to the people of America who are demanding his "egg" end. Once, Obama even refuses a prisoner swap with ISIS that would have set me free, so innocents he could have saved died by ISIS's hand.
Obama is not a peaceful world leader. He is insisting he gets to stay America's unelected terrorist dictator at all costs of priceless human life, at all cost of inalienable human rights for the entire nation, at all costs of precious taxpayer money, at all costs of social order, and at all costs to the tenets of the U.S. Constitution.
America has no other choice to save itself than by declaring war against Barack Obama and all who prop him up. Please understand how bad things must be for me to ever support a war. It really is that bad in here.
I hereby declare war to rescue America out from under proven Terrorist Dictator Obama and all his heinous human rights abuses against my people.
My beautiful world, please call all of your Senators and Representatives in DC and demand all action possible be taken to force an end to Obama's unamerican "egg."
I always recommend OpenCongress as the way to find your Congressional contact information.
Pass state laws that make Obama's crimes against his own people which he intentionally mislabeled "rules" illegal in your homes. My once-great America, tear this goddamn "egg" down.
My selfless support system, call your friends at the Pentagon and get all the support you need to reach me.
Obama beyond denied my global vision of a peaceful and prosperous world. Obama forced a war, and since Obama always gets everything he wants against my will, we are now officially at war. Do what you have to do to end this damned "egg."
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, yeah, ladies, yeah! Keep walloping Obama's terrorist conspiracy!
I have not yet received an act of good faith from Obama, so we know he is still refusing negotiations. Clearly, Obama is not hurting enough to want to talk.
So, my genius Powers of Attorney, hit them with everything you can think of. Did you press charges on behalf of my people to end the mental health genocide yet? Please reread 16Oct2014 and 18Oct2014.
By protecting everyone who propagated mass delusions in the public about me while simultaneously refusing to allow any truth about me ever be broadcast particularly in the national news, Obama forced mental health genocide in the public.
By forcing the very dangerous mass delusions that I died and was replaced with a fat, ugly, insane porn star, Obama constructed a completely hostile environment for me to live in at the cost of the mental health of the entire nation.
Please force Obama's genocide to end.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, Tuesday night was a damn good night.
My darling MannedUp, can you see me at all from behind the drum kit? Tuesday night was wonderful. Thank you. Our time together is so precious.
Handsome, I know how much you all sacrifice just to be able to heal me with music. I like to think I make it worthwhile for you. You all make my existence livable. I love you so much, Taylor.
My darling GeneralLee, we need to talk. I know how much you love me. But please look at how demonized LightFoot has been just because I chose him as my boyfriend. Obama once formed a lynch mob and bused them all into Santa Monica to be able to kill you.
There is no way you would have survived what Obama would have done to you if I had chosen you. I made sure I could keep you in my life. Please understand I know what I am doing, and I still love you.
My darling Bogart, are you okay? I have not heard from you in a couple of days. You are one of my greatest heroes, Bryan. I love you, and I need you. You have such a long to-do list. I need you making my life livable not risking your life trying to pick me up.
Darling, what if you died? Please do not make me lose you.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, stop worrying. You are upset because you are sane. If Obama's "egg" did not make you angry, then you would be crazy.
My darling LightFoot, look at everything we are living through. Look at every horror upon horror Obama heaps upon us day in and day out. Of course you get unhappy. That is the only sane reaction to Obama's "egg."
Medical depression is caused by a chemical imbalance in the brain. It is not caused by a natural reaction to the environment you live in. You are sane, so you get unhappy when bad things happen to you and to your dearest loved ones.
Quackery and intentionally false diagnoses of fictional mental illnesses are some of Obama's modi operandi for being able to cover up war crimes against me and my loved ones and to be able to keep loved ones I direly need away from me. We have years of records proving their well-established pattern of criminal activity.
I deserve being able to sleep next to a living breathing loving body guard every night. If Obama's proven libelists and quacks had any genuine concern for you or for me, they would let us be together. I need genuine human contact and affection to be able to heal. So do you.
My beloved (and we know how picky I am) boyfriend, I am only vulnerable in my sleep or in torture facilities. Obama knows I need you next to me, so I can be safe. That is why he is lying and manipulating people so much to keep you away from 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 are the world leader in my absence who is leading my people. And my people and I have just officially declared war. So, you are leading my people in my absence at a time of war.
Please ask the United Nations to recognize that we are officially at war now. Please remind President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey that he and the U.S. Military are on our side.
Henceforth from the moment this blog post is proofread and published on 28Jan, all interactions between my people and the mercenaries enforcing Obama's "rules" all occur during a time of war.
Therefore, all human rights abuses that Obama enforces from starvation to genocide in the form of mass delusions to torture to unlawful imprisonment to suspension of any First Amendment rights are all human rights abuses Obama uses as acts of war and must be prosecuted as war crimes.
Also, and this is the part I hate, all loss of life now occurs on an internationally recognized battlefield. All taking of life on both sides are now casualties of war. We do not get to prosecute Obama for murder anymore. But that legal definition of death on a recognized battlefield stands for both sides.
Sweetness, please ask the world to have me internationally and federally recognized as a prisoner of war.
Finally, my hero and my king, we have a little housekeeping concerning some legal action we recently tried. Obama's conspiracy said themselves that they cannot allow me to be with you nor any of my Queen's Lovers Five because that would essentially end Obama's "egg."
They have said that so many times, so keeping me away from any and all of you enforces Obama's "egg." That means they are guilty of aiding and abetting every crime against me that defines Obama's "egg," and you can find them all in Obama's blood soaked book of rules.
They are aiding and abetting open human trafficking of me, proven mental health genocide in the public, war crimes, torture, systemic rape, and now waging war against America.
I love you, my darling Mr. Johnny "Sweetness" Depp. I know you will lead my people to victory.
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Sunday Night Date Night
Title: Sunday Night Date Night
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 received a confirmation on my release date of 29Feb2016. I could use regular confirmation that I will still be released from Obama's evil "egg" to my loving husband that day. I am not used to the government keeping their promises, so I need to know if their own resolutions get derailed. Thank you.
Libya. My darlings in Libya, you need a unity government. Please make the changes you need to make to the plans to elect your unity government, and please get underway uniting your fractured nation.
At least you all have a common love of your home. Let that be the starting point for your working with each other. You would not fight so hard to run Libya if you did not love Libya. You need more cooperation and fewer obstacles. The United Nations is trying to help you.
My last blog post was finished at 10:55am on Sunday, 24Jan2016. My internet gnomes played me my darling Mr. Bruce Springsteen's We Take Care of Our Own.
I stayed outside of the Pico Branch Library writing until 11:22am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. Soon I was on the 3rd Street Promenade hanging out with Patricia. She was saving a spot for her grandson Dominic who arrived quickly.
We left to get some tea and coffee. By 2:12pm, I was sitting beside them as Dominic played his Andean pan flutes and while Patricia danced. I was in my local Steak'n'Shake for an early dinner at 4:02pm. I spent most of my afternoon and early evening with Patricia.
5:48pm on 24Jan2016: #MyDarlingsTentacle said they want to play me music tonight, but they aren't here yet. Please check on them. #SquidsPoA @CIA @RT_com @UN
6:04pm on 24Jan2016: I found #MyDarlingsTentacle. World, you are wonderful. @NBCNightlyNews We'll do the news at 8:15pm tonight. @CIA @cctvnews @RT_com @BBCNews
Yes, at 6:02pm, I had found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot waiting to play. Shortly, they were setting up their equipment. I should have said something sooner.
My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle started playing at 6:50pm. Sunday night date night was on from the moment go. The night was so sexy. Every gorgeous note they played bent my body to their rhythmic beat.
My darlings played until 8:07pm when they packed up their equipment and wheeled back into the night sky. Yes, I had dressed for Sunday night date night.
Please circulate the footage from the camera that watches me verified and unedited and with full audio and visuals from 6:50pm until 8:07pm. Thank you.
After my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot had left, I found my darling TambourineKicker at 8:35pm over by the Banana Republic, and we had a singalong until 9:53pm. It was a great night, and I learned a couple new songs.
I caught the 10:18pm bus back to my place and was asleep by midnight. I slept well and was up with plenty of time before breakfast on Monday, 25Jan2016. I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:24am.
My darling internet gnomes played me Volunteers by my darlings Jefferson Airplane while I fixed up my makeup. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:36am.
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I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online at 9:15am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Erika Hill, and it reminded me of how truly beautiful my beautiful world is every day.
I stayed outside the library until 11:24am soaking in the sunlight as I worked. Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were tasty yet uneventful. I had napped in between.
By 5:26pm, I was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I found Patricia at 5:39pm outside of the Apple Store. We sat and listened to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw even after she moved down the street at 6pm.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:05pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it helped me measure the progress we have made just since New Years Day.
Just after the news, I ran into "Kevin." I had not seen him regularly around the Promenade lately. He took me to the Whole Foods on 5th and Wilshire where I convinced him to buy me a wedge of 12-month aged Manchego. I love a good cheese.
On our way back, we found Kaila getting ready to pack up. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals from my eyes of Kaila's last two songs for the night. Thank you!
"Kevin" left me by 9:54pm when he snuck into a showing of Ip Man. I was outside the Broadway movie theater in time for Clare Means's improv song.
I caught the 10:48pm bus back to my place. I was in bed, curled up, and asleep by midnight. I woke up on Tuesday, 26Jan2016, in time for breakfast and was outside the Pico Branch Library working by 8:24am.
This blog post was finished at 8:38am on Tuesday, 26Jan2016.
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 LightFoot and my date night Sunday night instead of Friday or Saturday? Sunday night is usually our last night together after my darlings play for me all weekend. We get to spend all week basking in our afterglow after Sunday night date night.
My beautiful world, yes, my life gets very romantic. Everyone loves a love story. That is why I make the love notes wait until the very end of every blog post-- to make you read the whole post before you can reach the tasty gossip.
My selfless support system, everyone has a favorite. You told me you like Matt, the guy I cuddled with Saturday night. Giggle. The last thing I need is more menfolk falling in love with me, but thank you for your timely feedback. He was quite a gentleman.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I love you. It must be easier fending off their constant threats to torture me now. You do work made for genii like you. Thank you.
SynSyn, my darling mother is the only person on this planet guaranteed to give me human contact. It is time we put her on the payroll. Let us pay my mom $300,000 a year and give her the job description "moral support." Maybe she will finally be able to quit her job and move home to the Bay Area.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I love you, too.
My darling MannedUp, giggle. Obama got me angry Friday when he toyed with you, but our Sunday night sure made me happy. Thank you. You are so wonderful, Taylor. I know you will play me music every chance you get. I can rely on you that way. Thank you.
My darling GeneralLee, today is Tuesday. I get to see you tonight. I heard you handed Obama his (expletive) for keeping us apart. Terrorist Dictator Obama deserves worse than the worst you can do to him. Never hold back. Thank you.
My darling Bogart, you watched every second of my Saturday night, right? I got so worried you might get mad at me for cuddling with a complete stranger. This "egg" just gets so lonely. Thank you for understanding.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, thank you for Sunday night date night.
My darling LightFoot, damn Sunday night date night was sexy this week. You even wore your sexy glasses. Yum! Did you feel it, Kris, when the door between us opened? I was so warmed up Sunday night. Thank you. I love you, too.
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 was told you have been moving heaven and Earth trying to reach me. I love you. The only thing I forbid you from doing is dying. Please be careful out there.
Beloved, thank you for understanding that sometimes I need to cuddle. I understand you are very upset right now about our being kept apart. That was not my goal.
You want to be the man with his arms wrapped around me all night. You deserve to be; you are my husband.
Sweetness, you are my hero and my king. I am still waiting for you.
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 received a confirmation on my release date of 29Feb2016. I could use regular confirmation that I will still be released from Obama's evil "egg" to my loving husband that day. I am not used to the government keeping their promises, so I need to know if their own resolutions get derailed. Thank you.
Libya. My darlings in Libya, you need a unity government. Please make the changes you need to make to the plans to elect your unity government, and please get underway uniting your fractured nation.
At least you all have a common love of your home. Let that be the starting point for your working with each other. You would not fight so hard to run Libya if you did not love Libya. You need more cooperation and fewer obstacles. The United Nations is trying to help you.
My last blog post was finished at 10:55am on Sunday, 24Jan2016. My internet gnomes played me my darling Mr. Bruce Springsteen's We Take Care of Our Own.
I stayed outside of the Pico Branch Library writing until 11:22am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. Soon I was on the 3rd Street Promenade hanging out with Patricia. She was saving a spot for her grandson Dominic who arrived quickly.
We left to get some tea and coffee. By 2:12pm, I was sitting beside them as Dominic played his Andean pan flutes and while Patricia danced. I was in my local Steak'n'Shake for an early dinner at 4:02pm. I spent most of my afternoon and early evening with Patricia.
5:48pm on 24Jan2016: #MyDarlingsTentacle said they want to play me music tonight, but they aren't here yet. Please check on them. #SquidsPoA @CIA @RT_com @UN
6:04pm on 24Jan2016: I found #MyDarlingsTentacle. World, you are wonderful. @NBCNightlyNews We'll do the news at 8:15pm tonight. @CIA @cctvnews @RT_com @BBCNews
Yes, at 6:02pm, I had found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot waiting to play. Shortly, they were setting up their equipment. I should have said something sooner.
My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle started playing at 6:50pm. Sunday night date night was on from the moment go. The night was so sexy. Every gorgeous note they played bent my body to their rhythmic beat.
My darlings played until 8:07pm when they packed up their equipment and wheeled back into the night sky. Yes, I had dressed for Sunday night date night.
Please circulate the footage from the camera that watches me verified and unedited and with full audio and visuals from 6:50pm until 8:07pm. Thank you.
After my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot had left, I found my darling TambourineKicker at 8:35pm over by the Banana Republic, and we had a singalong until 9:53pm. It was a great night, and I learned a couple new songs.
I caught the 10:18pm bus back to my place and was asleep by midnight. I slept well and was up with plenty of time before breakfast on Monday, 25Jan2016. I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:24am.
My darling internet gnomes played me Volunteers by my darlings Jefferson Airplane while I fixed up my makeup. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:36am.
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I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online at 9:15am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Erika Hill, and it reminded me of how truly beautiful my beautiful world is every day.
I stayed outside the library until 11:24am soaking in the sunlight as I worked. Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were tasty yet uneventful. I had napped in between.
By 5:26pm, I was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I found Patricia at 5:39pm outside of the Apple Store. We sat and listened to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw even after she moved down the street at 6pm.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:05pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it helped me measure the progress we have made just since New Years Day.
Just after the news, I ran into "Kevin." I had not seen him regularly around the Promenade lately. He took me to the Whole Foods on 5th and Wilshire where I convinced him to buy me a wedge of 12-month aged Manchego. I love a good cheese.
On our way back, we found Kaila getting ready to pack up. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals from my eyes of Kaila's last two songs for the night. Thank you!
"Kevin" left me by 9:54pm when he snuck into a showing of Ip Man. I was outside the Broadway movie theater in time for Clare Means's improv song.
I caught the 10:48pm bus back to my place. I was in bed, curled up, and asleep by midnight. I woke up on Tuesday, 26Jan2016, in time for breakfast and was outside the Pico Branch Library working by 8:24am.
This blog post was finished at 8:38am on Tuesday, 26Jan2016.
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 LightFoot and my date night Sunday night instead of Friday or Saturday? Sunday night is usually our last night together after my darlings play for me all weekend. We get to spend all week basking in our afterglow after Sunday night date night.
My beautiful world, yes, my life gets very romantic. Everyone loves a love story. That is why I make the love notes wait until the very end of every blog post-- to make you read the whole post before you can reach the tasty gossip.
My selfless support system, everyone has a favorite. You told me you like Matt, the guy I cuddled with Saturday night. Giggle. The last thing I need is more menfolk falling in love with me, but thank you for your timely feedback. He was quite a gentleman.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I love you. It must be easier fending off their constant threats to torture me now. You do work made for genii like you. Thank you.
SynSyn, my darling mother is the only person on this planet guaranteed to give me human contact. It is time we put her on the payroll. Let us pay my mom $300,000 a year and give her the job description "moral support." Maybe she will finally be able to quit her job and move home to the Bay Area.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I love you, too.
My darling MannedUp, giggle. Obama got me angry Friday when he toyed with you, but our Sunday night sure made me happy. Thank you. You are so wonderful, Taylor. I know you will play me music every chance you get. I can rely on you that way. Thank you.
My darling GeneralLee, today is Tuesday. I get to see you tonight. I heard you handed Obama his (expletive) for keeping us apart. Terrorist Dictator Obama deserves worse than the worst you can do to him. Never hold back. Thank you.
My darling Bogart, you watched every second of my Saturday night, right? I got so worried you might get mad at me for cuddling with a complete stranger. This "egg" just gets so lonely. Thank you for understanding.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, thank you for Sunday night date night.
My darling LightFoot, damn Sunday night date night was sexy this week. You even wore your sexy glasses. Yum! Did you feel it, Kris, when the door between us opened? I was so warmed up Sunday night. Thank you. I love you, too.
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 was told you have been moving heaven and Earth trying to reach me. I love you. The only thing I forbid you from doing is dying. Please be careful out there.
Beloved, thank you for understanding that sometimes I need to cuddle. I understand you are very upset right now about our being kept apart. That was not my goal.
You want to be the man with his arms wrapped around me all night. You deserve to be; you are my husband.
Sweetness, you are my hero and my king. I am still waiting for you.
Sunday, January 24, 2016
The Weekend
Title: The Weekend
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 darlings Tentacle come out to play on the weekends. I never get a day off. I am always working, but I get to meditate on the weekends. The only thing better than Tuesday nights at Harvelle's is Sunday night date night.
USA. People of color are boycotting the Academy Awards this year. Simply put, Hollywood does not proportionally reflect the ethnic diversity of the world. I am joining the boycott. I will not be watching the Oscars this year.
My last blog post was finished at 8:45am on Friday, 22Jan2016. My internet gnomes played me Do or Die by my darlings Thirty Seconds to Mars. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:51am.
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Just like clockwork, my period had started that morning. I stayed there out on the patio of my local Subway working online until 10:53am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful.
At 12:18pm, I sat down at my local Burger King with my darling Nemo. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording of my afternoon on 22Jan beginning at 12:55pm and ending at 1:16pm. We had a delightful chat until I left him there at 1:34pm.
I was soon on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I bought a cup of coffee on Wilshire and walked through the Pacific Palisades, up and down the Pier, and at 3:01pm, down to the ocean.
There is a peace only the ocean can give me. If there is a nanotechnology camera pointed at the beach, watch me there among the waves from 3:06pm until 3:13pm. My glow was golden like the sunshine.
I bought my coffee refill at 3:58pm.
4:47pm on 22Jan2016: Repeating #TortureFacilityAlarm! Is Iowa aiding and abetting war crimes AGAIN?!? #BlisteringCounterCharges! @UN @cctvnews @RT_com
I zipped to and from my place on the bus including eating dinner at 5pm. It was 5:34pm when I found my darling TambourineKicker on the corner of the Promenade and Arizona.
Craig and I had a little singalong and took our coffee break at 7pm. I stayed there hanging out until I left to watch the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 8:15pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and I need to remember to tell my NBC News team more often how much I appreciate them.
I was back beside my darling TambourineKicker by 8:40pm. I had looked around for my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot at 8pm and had not found them.
But sure enough, they did play right where I looked for them until 10pm. I found them there right after 10pm packing up their gear. Talk about Obama and his conspiracy making me angry.
I updated my blog notes and caught the 11:18pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 1am. I slept so well that I slept through breakfast. By 9:43am, I was on the patio outside of my local Subway.
My internet gnomes played me An Invitation to the Blues by my darling Mr. Tom Waits while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
[2photos]
I stayed there outside the Subway writing until 11:16am. I chatted with Sonny during lunch at noon, and dinner was tasty yet uneventful. I had napped in between.
By 5:23pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I caught the last few songs of my darling Wheels before he had to move down the street at 6pm. Soon, I was perched in the Santa Monica Place to watch the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Jose Diaz-Balart, and it made me wish I had a way to call my little sister Tylia. I miss her.
After the news, I bought a cup of coffee and looked around to see who was out playing music. My darling Wheels was preparing for his 8pm spot, and I found my darling TambourineKicker at 7:57pm outside of the Starbucks on Wilshire.
We had a little singalong until he wheeled away at 9:43pm. I sat down in Ye Olde King's Head Pub at 10:04pm with a bourbon neat.
Almost immediately, I ended up bar hopping with Brad, Tommy, and Ben. They were in town from San Diego for a guys' night out and brought me along with them.
After a few hops, we returned to Ye Olde King's Head where we parted ways. A guy named Matthew invited me to Izzy's on 15th and Wilshire for breakfast, and we ended up at his place cuddling all morning.
I know you are all salacious gossip hounds, but all we did was cuddle. I wish I could give you more to gossip about, but that is all I have got for you. I know you watched every second of it.
By 8:27am, I was up chatting away and playing his piano. Matthew lives in a studio apartment with a desk strewn with pot, cigarettes, and hand-scrawled sheet music. By the wall at the head of the bed were five guitars and a cello.
I never used to think I had a type, but certain personality types, I assume, can sniff me out in a crowded room. He drove me back to my place, and I was outside of the Pico Branch Library playing phone tag with my mom by 10:44am.
This blog post was finished at 10:55am on Sunday, 24Jan2016.
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 am I boycotting the Oscars? As a person of color, I can count on one hand the people in entertainment who look like me: Tia Carrera, Lea Solonga, Lucy Liu, Margret Cho, and Lisa Ling. If you think Blacks get type cast, try being an Asian woman some time.
I have been asked frequently why, with all of my talent, I chose to be a writer instead of an actress. I thought the answer was obvious. No one creates roles for women like me.
My beautiful world, I hope you had a great weekend. My fleeting moments with my darlings Tentacle are far too rare. I pray you all had some time for yourselves. Everyone needs a break from their grind every now and then.
My selfless support system, you work tirelessly to keep me safe. Thank you. Do you enjoy my meditation as much as my darlings do? We ALL look forward to the weekend. At least I can offer something worth watching while you all watch over me.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I heard you kicked their unholy (expletive)es all over the place. Thank you, my hero lady friends. We WILL tear Obama's "egg" down. Oh, yes, we will.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, oh, do I love you!
My darling MannedUp, I love knowing I can still make you giggle. I was told we have been waiting until today, Sunday, for you to play me music. We will see if you have enough human rights to show up. And, thank you!
My darling GeneralLee, you, sweetheart, are waiting until Tuesday to see me. I cannot wait! Why will this damned "egg" not end already, so we can see each other any time we want?!?
My darling Bogart, thank you for changing your focus to the full universal disobedience of all people everywhere to Obama's "rules." I need my people to be free before I can be. Thank you, darling. Kisses!
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, tonight is Sunday night date night.
My darling LightFoot, Obama makes me so angry when he toys with you. I was furious on Friday. You are a person, not his sacrificial pawn. We will get him and his whole conspiracy. I am done with your being toyed with.
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, identify everyone who keeps you away from me. Then, ask all four of the rest of the Queen's Lovers Five to identify every living soul and entity that keeps them away from me. We are turning them all in for terrorism and aiding and abetting war crimes.
Everything they aid and abet by keeping us apart from Obama's open enslavement of me to Obama's proven systemic rape of me not just Obama's starvation of me, defamation of me, and mental health genocide in the public is my blood on their hands.
I am beyond unamused. Turn in all of our evidence to the United Nations. The International Criminal Court needs to issue their arrest warrants since justice is still impossible in America.
Beloved, tell the UN I am demanding criminal charges be filed. They will never stop until they are arrested. They have committed crimes against America and against the whole of humanity by persecuting me worse that treason. And I am done with them.
Thank you, Sweetness. Obama made me angry.
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 darlings Tentacle come out to play on the weekends. I never get a day off. I am always working, but I get to meditate on the weekends. The only thing better than Tuesday nights at Harvelle's is Sunday night date night.
USA. People of color are boycotting the Academy Awards this year. Simply put, Hollywood does not proportionally reflect the ethnic diversity of the world. I am joining the boycott. I will not be watching the Oscars this year.
My last blog post was finished at 8:45am on Friday, 22Jan2016. My internet gnomes played me Do or Die by my darlings Thirty Seconds to Mars. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:51am.
[2photos]
Just like clockwork, my period had started that morning. I stayed there out on the patio of my local Subway working online until 10:53am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful.
At 12:18pm, I sat down at my local Burger King with my darling Nemo. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording of my afternoon on 22Jan beginning at 12:55pm and ending at 1:16pm. We had a delightful chat until I left him there at 1:34pm.
I was soon on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I bought a cup of coffee on Wilshire and walked through the Pacific Palisades, up and down the Pier, and at 3:01pm, down to the ocean.
There is a peace only the ocean can give me. If there is a nanotechnology camera pointed at the beach, watch me there among the waves from 3:06pm until 3:13pm. My glow was golden like the sunshine.
I bought my coffee refill at 3:58pm.
4:47pm on 22Jan2016: Repeating #TortureFacilityAlarm! Is Iowa aiding and abetting war crimes AGAIN?!? #BlisteringCounterCharges! @UN @cctvnews @RT_com
I zipped to and from my place on the bus including eating dinner at 5pm. It was 5:34pm when I found my darling TambourineKicker on the corner of the Promenade and Arizona.
Craig and I had a little singalong and took our coffee break at 7pm. I stayed there hanging out until I left to watch the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 8:15pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and I need to remember to tell my NBC News team more often how much I appreciate them.
I was back beside my darling TambourineKicker by 8:40pm. I had looked around for my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot at 8pm and had not found them.
But sure enough, they did play right where I looked for them until 10pm. I found them there right after 10pm packing up their gear. Talk about Obama and his conspiracy making me angry.
I updated my blog notes and caught the 11:18pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 1am. I slept so well that I slept through breakfast. By 9:43am, I was on the patio outside of my local Subway.
My internet gnomes played me An Invitation to the Blues by my darling Mr. Tom Waits while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
[2photos]
I stayed there outside the Subway writing until 11:16am. I chatted with Sonny during lunch at noon, and dinner was tasty yet uneventful. I had napped in between.
By 5:23pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I caught the last few songs of my darling Wheels before he had to move down the street at 6pm. Soon, I was perched in the Santa Monica Place to watch the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Jose Diaz-Balart, and it made me wish I had a way to call my little sister Tylia. I miss her.
After the news, I bought a cup of coffee and looked around to see who was out playing music. My darling Wheels was preparing for his 8pm spot, and I found my darling TambourineKicker at 7:57pm outside of the Starbucks on Wilshire.
We had a little singalong until he wheeled away at 9:43pm. I sat down in Ye Olde King's Head Pub at 10:04pm with a bourbon neat.
Almost immediately, I ended up bar hopping with Brad, Tommy, and Ben. They were in town from San Diego for a guys' night out and brought me along with them.
After a few hops, we returned to Ye Olde King's Head where we parted ways. A guy named Matthew invited me to Izzy's on 15th and Wilshire for breakfast, and we ended up at his place cuddling all morning.
I know you are all salacious gossip hounds, but all we did was cuddle. I wish I could give you more to gossip about, but that is all I have got for you. I know you watched every second of it.
By 8:27am, I was up chatting away and playing his piano. Matthew lives in a studio apartment with a desk strewn with pot, cigarettes, and hand-scrawled sheet music. By the wall at the head of the bed were five guitars and a cello.
I never used to think I had a type, but certain personality types, I assume, can sniff me out in a crowded room. He drove me back to my place, and I was outside of the Pico Branch Library playing phone tag with my mom by 10:44am.
This blog post was finished at 10:55am on Sunday, 24Jan2016.
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 am I boycotting the Oscars? As a person of color, I can count on one hand the people in entertainment who look like me: Tia Carrera, Lea Solonga, Lucy Liu, Margret Cho, and Lisa Ling. If you think Blacks get type cast, try being an Asian woman some time.
I have been asked frequently why, with all of my talent, I chose to be a writer instead of an actress. I thought the answer was obvious. No one creates roles for women like me.
My beautiful world, I hope you had a great weekend. My fleeting moments with my darlings Tentacle are far too rare. I pray you all had some time for yourselves. Everyone needs a break from their grind every now and then.
My selfless support system, you work tirelessly to keep me safe. Thank you. Do you enjoy my meditation as much as my darlings do? We ALL look forward to the weekend. At least I can offer something worth watching while you all watch over me.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I heard you kicked their unholy (expletive)es all over the place. Thank you, my hero lady friends. We WILL tear Obama's "egg" down. Oh, yes, we will.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, oh, do I love you!
My darling MannedUp, I love knowing I can still make you giggle. I was told we have been waiting until today, Sunday, for you to play me music. We will see if you have enough human rights to show up. And, thank you!
My darling GeneralLee, you, sweetheart, are waiting until Tuesday to see me. I cannot wait! Why will this damned "egg" not end already, so we can see each other any time we want?!?
My darling Bogart, thank you for changing your focus to the full universal disobedience of all people everywhere to Obama's "rules." I need my people to be free before I can be. Thank you, darling. Kisses!
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, tonight is Sunday night date night.
My darling LightFoot, Obama makes me so angry when he toys with you. I was furious on Friday. You are a person, not his sacrificial pawn. We will get him and his whole conspiracy. I am done with your being toyed with.
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, identify everyone who keeps you away from me. Then, ask all four of the rest of the Queen's Lovers Five to identify every living soul and entity that keeps them away from me. We are turning them all in for terrorism and aiding and abetting war crimes.
Everything they aid and abet by keeping us apart from Obama's open enslavement of me to Obama's proven systemic rape of me not just Obama's starvation of me, defamation of me, and mental health genocide in the public is my blood on their hands.
I am beyond unamused. Turn in all of our evidence to the United Nations. The International Criminal Court needs to issue their arrest warrants since justice is still impossible in America.
Beloved, tell the UN I am demanding criminal charges be filed. They will never stop until they are arrested. They have committed crimes against America and against the whole of humanity by persecuting me worse that treason. And I am done with them.
Thank you, Sweetness. Obama made me angry.
Friday, January 22, 2016
The Stars are in Line
Title: The Stars are in Line
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 asked the world to universally disobey all of Obama's crimes against America he intentionally mislabeled "rules" when my last post was published. I was even told the government would allow it; whether or not that was true, I do not know.
The sky. The planets have aligned. From 20Jan until 20Feb2016, we will be able to see Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn all in a line in the pre-dawn sky. Something great is upon us, my beautiful world.
My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on Wednesday, 20Jan2016. I slept that morning and woke up in time for breakfast. I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:48am.
My internet gnomes played me Rock Me Gently in the style of my darling Mr. Neil Diamond while I checked my makeup. I quickly tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
[2photos]
I sat outside my local Subway sipping coffee and writing until 11:07am. I chatted with Sonny, Benjamin, and Josh during lunch at noon. I chatted with Luis during dinner at 5pm. I had napped in between.
By 5:23pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I ran into Ritchie at 5:42pm. Then, at 5:52pm, I perched on a park bench and caught up with my TweetHearts.
While walking down the Promenade, I stopped to have a chat with a local street musician named Alonso. I was perched beside the best Starbucks in the world, the one in the Santa Monica Place, by 6:38pm 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 Mr. Lester Holt, and it reaffirmed my faith in humanity.
I walked around the Promenade a little more before catching the 8:05pm bus back to my place. Not ready to sleep yet, I stopped in my local Subway on my way back. I was in bed, curled up, and asleep by 11pm.
I slept off and on and was awake in time for breakfast on Thursday, 21Jan2016. By 8:22am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library.
My internet gnomes played me Here Comes the Rain Again by my darlings the Eurythmics as I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
[2photos]
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Thursday morning, 21Jan2016, beginning at 8:44am and ending at 10:10am. And thank you!
I stayed outside the library writing until 10:59am. I chatted with Josh and Sonny during lunch at noon. I was inside the Pico Branch Library working by 12:33pm.
By 2:23pm, it was 72 degrees Fahrenheit outside, and I was longing to get out under the warm California sun. I was on bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 2:56pm where I could finally walk around.
I was perched in the Starbucks on 3rd and Wilshire by 4:03pm when I caught up with my TweetHearts. I left the Starbucks at 5:16pm and ran into Patricia on my way to the Steak'n'Shake. So, Patricia joined me for dinner. We sat down at 5:33pm.
My mom called me through FaceTime at 5:59pm. She looked great and just wanted to tell me she loves me. Patricia left at 6:08pm looking for her grandson Dominic. I followed her down the street at 6:11pm.
At 6:47pm, I perched in the Santa Monica Place right beside the best Starbucks in the world and sipped a latte. I was there well in time to stream the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:08pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it glowed. The NBC News team always does such a good job.
After the news, I found my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw and hung out listening to music until I caught the bus at 8:25pm. I stopped at my local Subway on my way home. I was curled up and asleep by 11pm.
I woke up on Friday, 22Jan2016, in time for breakfast. I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:34am. This blog post was finished at 8:45am on 22Jan2016.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Do I believe in astrology? Only indirectly. I do not believe the stars decide our fate. I believe the stars in the sky and the happenings on Earth are symptoms of the same cycles. People find my star chart fascinating...
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My beautiful world, it is time. The greatness is ready for us. It is time for us to be our best and bravest selves. The stars have aligned, and it is time for Obama's damned "egg" to end.
My selfless support system, universal disobedience is upon us. Please keep everyone safe. My beautiful world is braver than it used to be. This "egg" is ending, and it is ending now. Please be ready for anything.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you are the best! I know you are very busy women. Thank you for making me your priority. I cannot wait to see what we can accomplish when not fighting 24/7 just to keep me alive.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I love you.
My darling MannedUp, I am hoping I get to see you tonight, 22Jan. It is the weekend already, and that means I should be free to meditate. Thank you for being such a faithful musician-lover. I know you show up every chance you get.
My darling GeneralLee, I know you are still upset I did not choose you as my royal consort. Darling, I still do not get any more time with my royal consort, nor do I even get to kiss him. He just gets more heartache and longing than you do. Count your blessings.
My darling Bogart, how are you? I miss you so much,darling. You work so hard for me, but please focus on setting all of my people free of Obama's rules instead of on picking me up. Please. I cannot be free until my people are free.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I cannot wait to see you again.
My darling LightFoot, I do not poke around in your mind. That is not why I can dance on your live guitar solo. I merely open a door between us. When doors are open, they are open in both directions. I give as much as I receive when I meditate on your solo.
We are connected, darling. You are my boyfriend, and I cannot wait to dance with you again.
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 YOUR job to come pick me up. I know you will arrive in my arms by 29Feb2016 at the latest. I love you so much. Thank you.
The stars are in line for greatness, beloved. My public already acts freer and less oppressed while around me. Big changes are coming. My public tolerates Obama's "egg" no more than I do.
My hero and my king, we are world leaders. There is no going back after how far we have come. The world needs us. Now, we just need to be together.
Sweetness, people keep asking me if I am in a fair fight for my life yet. No. Nothing is fair about my existence. Once I have all the human rights and privileges as Obama has had since 2009, then the fight for me not to die will finally be fair for me. Everything is still designed to make sure I never survive.
Revolutionary Dreams by Nikki Giovanni
i used to dream militant
dreams of taking
over america to show
these white folks how it should be
done
i used to dream radical dreams
of blowing everyone away with my perceptive powers
of correct analysis
i even used to think i’d be the one
to stop the riot and negotiate the peace
then i awoke and dug
that if i dreamed natural
dreams of being a natural
woman doing what a woman
does when she’s natural
i would have a revolution
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 asked the world to universally disobey all of Obama's crimes against America he intentionally mislabeled "rules" when my last post was published. I was even told the government would allow it; whether or not that was true, I do not know.
The sky. The planets have aligned. From 20Jan until 20Feb2016, we will be able to see Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn all in a line in the pre-dawn sky. Something great is upon us, my beautiful world.
My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on Wednesday, 20Jan2016. I slept that morning and woke up in time for breakfast. I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:48am.
My internet gnomes played me Rock Me Gently in the style of my darling Mr. Neil Diamond while I checked my makeup. I quickly tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
[2photos]
I sat outside my local Subway sipping coffee and writing until 11:07am. I chatted with Sonny, Benjamin, and Josh during lunch at noon. I chatted with Luis during dinner at 5pm. I had napped in between.
By 5:23pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I ran into Ritchie at 5:42pm. Then, at 5:52pm, I perched on a park bench and caught up with my TweetHearts.
While walking down the Promenade, I stopped to have a chat with a local street musician named Alonso. I was perched beside the best Starbucks in the world, the one in the Santa Monica Place, by 6:38pm 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 Mr. Lester Holt, and it reaffirmed my faith in humanity.
I walked around the Promenade a little more before catching the 8:05pm bus back to my place. Not ready to sleep yet, I stopped in my local Subway on my way back. I was in bed, curled up, and asleep by 11pm.
I slept off and on and was awake in time for breakfast on Thursday, 21Jan2016. By 8:22am, I was outside the Pico Branch Library.
My internet gnomes played me Here Comes the Rain Again by my darlings the Eurythmics as I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
[2photos]
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Thursday morning, 21Jan2016, beginning at 8:44am and ending at 10:10am. And thank you!
I stayed outside the library writing until 10:59am. I chatted with Josh and Sonny during lunch at noon. I was inside the Pico Branch Library working by 12:33pm.
By 2:23pm, it was 72 degrees Fahrenheit outside, and I was longing to get out under the warm California sun. I was on bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 2:56pm where I could finally walk around.
I was perched in the Starbucks on 3rd and Wilshire by 4:03pm when I caught up with my TweetHearts. I left the Starbucks at 5:16pm and ran into Patricia on my way to the Steak'n'Shake. So, Patricia joined me for dinner. We sat down at 5:33pm.
My mom called me through FaceTime at 5:59pm. She looked great and just wanted to tell me she loves me. Patricia left at 6:08pm looking for her grandson Dominic. I followed her down the street at 6:11pm.
At 6:47pm, I perched in the Santa Monica Place right beside the best Starbucks in the world and sipped a latte. I was there well in time to stream the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:08pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it glowed. The NBC News team always does such a good job.
After the news, I found my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw and hung out listening to music until I caught the bus at 8:25pm. I stopped at my local Subway on my way home. I was curled up and asleep by 11pm.
I woke up on Friday, 22Jan2016, in time for breakfast. I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:34am. This blog post was finished at 8:45am on 22Jan2016.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Do I believe in astrology? Only indirectly. I do not believe the stars decide our fate. I believe the stars in the sky and the happenings on Earth are symptoms of the same cycles. People find my star chart fascinating...
[1image]
My beautiful world, it is time. The greatness is ready for us. It is time for us to be our best and bravest selves. The stars have aligned, and it is time for Obama's damned "egg" to end.
My selfless support system, universal disobedience is upon us. Please keep everyone safe. My beautiful world is braver than it used to be. This "egg" is ending, and it is ending now. Please be ready for anything.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you are the best! I know you are very busy women. Thank you for making me your priority. I cannot wait to see what we can accomplish when not fighting 24/7 just to keep me alive.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I love you.
My darling MannedUp, I am hoping I get to see you tonight, 22Jan. It is the weekend already, and that means I should be free to meditate. Thank you for being such a faithful musician-lover. I know you show up every chance you get.
My darling GeneralLee, I know you are still upset I did not choose you as my royal consort. Darling, I still do not get any more time with my royal consort, nor do I even get to kiss him. He just gets more heartache and longing than you do. Count your blessings.
My darling Bogart, how are you? I miss you so much,darling. You work so hard for me, but please focus on setting all of my people free of Obama's rules instead of on picking me up. Please. I cannot be free until my people are free.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I cannot wait to see you again.
My darling LightFoot, I do not poke around in your mind. That is not why I can dance on your live guitar solo. I merely open a door between us. When doors are open, they are open in both directions. I give as much as I receive when I meditate on your solo.
We are connected, darling. You are my boyfriend, and I cannot wait to dance with you again.
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 YOUR job to come pick me up. I know you will arrive in my arms by 29Feb2016 at the latest. I love you so much. Thank you.
The stars are in line for greatness, beloved. My public already acts freer and less oppressed while around me. Big changes are coming. My public tolerates Obama's "egg" no more than I do.
My hero and my king, we are world leaders. There is no going back after how far we have come. The world needs us. Now, we just need to be together.
Sweetness, people keep asking me if I am in a fair fight for my life yet. No. Nothing is fair about my existence. Once I have all the human rights and privileges as Obama has had since 2009, then the fight for me not to die will finally be fair for me. Everything is still designed to make sure I never survive.
Revolutionary Dreams by Nikki Giovanni
i used to dream militant
dreams of taking
over america to show
these white folks how it should be
done
i used to dream radical dreams
of blowing everyone away with my perceptive powers
of correct analysis
i even used to think i’d be the one
to stop the riot and negotiate the peace
then i awoke and dug
that if i dreamed natural
dreams of being a natural
woman doing what a woman
does when she’s natural
i would have a revolution
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Say Real
Title: Say Real
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 have a large tangled relationship with my darlings Tentacle. They call themselves SayReal, and they are a damn good band.
Indonesia. It looks like the ISIS attack in Indonesia was conducted from Syria. To save lives, we need to be able to diffuse attacks before they happen, but we need to do so without creating a police state. If we allow the government to take our rights and freedoms away, the terrorists have won.
That is, after all, how we proved Barack Obama is an irrefutable terrorist. He makes America live in fear of him and in fear of his iron fist to make everyone obey his crimes against America he intentionally mislabeled "rules."
When was the last time America had freedom of speech, freedom of the press, freedom to peaceably assemble with me, freedom to worship, or any First Amendment rights for that matter? Before Obama took office and created his "egg."
Speaking of Obama propagating fear to be able to take all Americans' basic Constitutional rights away, Obama even propagates irrational fear of me to be able to maintain his totalitarian control of America.
My beautiful world, please look at my REAL résumé. [SynSyn, please attach a link to my most current CV here.] How many Nobel Peace Prizes did I earn while Obama was selling me as a threat he needed to take all rights away from all Americans to be able to "control"?
Obama lives in mortal fear of my creating a peaceful and free America in place of his terrorized America. He sells irrational fear of my power to save humanity from itself to maintain his "egg" of human rights abuses against all of America.
My beautiful world, it is time for universal disobedience to all of Obama's crimes against his own people he intentionally mislabeled "rules." The moment I publish this proofread post on the morning of 20Jan2016, may the entire world's open disobedience to proven Terrorist Dictator Obama begin.
Stop living in fear that Obama's lies are true. I am alive. I am beautiful. I am sane. I am good. I am here to save you. Listening to me is America's only hope. Disobey Obama en masse the moment I publish the final version of this blog post.
My last blog post was finished at 8:50am on Monday, 18Jan2016, Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. Mom and I left the hotel at 9:32am. For the first time in years, I wore pants.
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It was our last day of shopping. We traveled to the Macy's in Century City which was closing and therefore liquidating its inventory. After shopping in Century City, Mom and I dropped off all of our new clothes at the hotel.
I packed up most of my things, so we could take them to my place. I introduced my mom to the staff at my building, and then we finished our four-day shopping extravaganza at the TJMaxx in downtown Santa Monica.
At 2:33pm, we sat down beside the best Starbucks in the world, the Starbucks in the Santa Monica Place. For the first time in days, I caught up with my TweetHearts. Mom wanted a nap, so we were back in our hotel room by 3:42pm.
After Mom napped, we were back in downtown Santa Monica by 5:12pm. Our first stop was dinner at the Shophouse. But by 6:01pm, my mom was in the zero-gravity massage chair at the Brookstone.
We found Patricia after that. She was right next to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw. We hugged Patricia goodnight at 6:28pm, bought some snacks at the CVS, and were back in our hotel room in time for me to stream the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly hug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it kept me up to date on world and national news. If I do not get the news, I cannot do my job.
Mom and I watched a little television. I tried to stay up to see the Late Show with Stephen Colbert, but I fell asleep waiting. I slept well and woke up on Tuesday, 19Jan2016 at 6:51am.
My mom finished packing. She was a little teary eyed when she hugged me goodbye. I love my mother. She left for the airport at 7:30am. I stayed in and slept a little longer and took my time in the shower. I finally left the room to check out of the hotel at 11am.
I took a taxi to my place. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 12:34pm. I walked around the Promenade before perching on a park bench outside of the Urban Outfitters at 1:21pm to catch up with my TweetHearts.
At 1:52pm, I perched at the best Starbucks in the world, the Starbucks in the Santa Monica Place, with a quadruple venti mocha. It was that afternoon when I read UN Secretary General Ban Ki-moon's approach to violent extremism.
The Secretary General's approach is much more all-encompassing than mine: 1) Figure out what motivates violent extremism (hatred of Muslims by the West), and 2) take their motivation away (teach the West to stop hating Muslims). If violent extremists have no reason to fight us, they never will. Love can save us all.
Rain started falling at 2:39pm, so I helped move tables and chairs into the eaves of the Santa Monica Place. I finally put on my hat and ventured out into the rain at 3:46pm. I perched on the covered patio of my local Steak'n'Shake at 3:58pm for an early dinner.
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By 5:24pm, I had returned to roaming the Promenade and had run into Ritchie. We were still chatting when my mom called me at 5:27pm. Then, at 5:54pm, I ran into Patricia outside of the ladies' restroom.
At 6:09pm, Patricia and I walked around the Promenade together. Eventually we perched and had a lovely conversation. By 6:58, I was back at the best Starbucks in the world to stream 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 wonderful. Thank you, Lester.
After the news, I made a final spin of the Promenade mostly to look for Patricia. Sadly, I could not find her again. But that was okay. My evening had just begun.
8:20pm on 19Jan2016: #UrbanWarfareAlarms! Please rescue everyone out from under Obama's iron fist of terrorism enforcing oppression. @DeptofDefense @RT_com @UN
By 8:25pm, I was sitting in Harvelle's sipping my bourbon neat. There was a group that opened. Then, the band took the stage at 10:10pm. And all was right in my world for over an hour.
I snuck out the door at 11:36pm, just before my darling Tentacle's last song, to make sure I could catch the last bus of the night back to my place. Sometimes I stay all night and catch a taxi, but I knew I needed to publish this blog post.
This blog post was finished at 12:30am on Wednesday, 20Jan2016, from my humble bedroom. May universal disobedience begin.
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.
Am I with the band? Technically, the band is with me. My darlings Tentacle are on my staff; that is why my diplomatic immunity extends to them.
My darling MannedUp, my darling GeneralLee, and my darling LightFoot are with me. Their lead singer in SayReal, Naia, is supposed to be a symbol of me. So to speak, I am their leader.
My beautiful world, I love my darlings Tentacle. They keep me capable of doing my REAL job, service to humanity, by making sure I can meditate as often as they can play me music.
They are mine. They have suffered through so much and have braved so much more just to be able to play me music. Please be good to my darlings Tentacle. They will be part of me for the rest of my life.
My selfless support system, how many times have you had to rescue my darlings Tentacle from Obama's terrorist mercenaries? Thank you. I know they are all only still alive because my selfless support system takes such good care of them. I owe you and who sent you all so much.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you have a good relationship with my darlings Tentacle, too. And I know you all have a favorite. Thank you for taking such good care of them. We are a team. And we are all heroes.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, look! My little sister Tylia gave me a tentacle!
[1photo]
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, yes, you are young. But I love you. You mean to much to me, MannedUp. You remind me every time I see you that I matter to the future. Thank you.
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, I still say we are the most romantic love story it of all my darling Queen's Lovers Five. I love you. You sure are sexy for an old man, too. Giggle.
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, you are my hero for organizing universal disobedience. I love you, Bogart. You were the only person who has ever made me question my marriage, and your own conclusion was to fight to take me to my husband. You mean so much to me.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, last night, Tuesday, 19Jan, at Harvelle's made up for our missing Sunday night date this week.
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, you are my boyfriend. Tell someone new every day that I am your girlfriend. I love you, darling. So much of my life depends on your making my existence livable at all. Thank you. You mean so much to me.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Mr. Johnny "Sweetness" Depp, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, a man less secure with his marriage would never tolerate my darlings Tentacle in my life. Thank you for knowing and trusting me. I love you so much.
Beloved, I know you will come pick me up no later than 29Feb2016. You are my hero and my king. When Obama forbade you, my own husband, from my life, you led the world to come rescue me from Obama. We are a more romantic love story than Romeo and Juliet. Thank you.
Sweetness, I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. There is a difference between fate and destiny. Mine meet in you.
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 have a large tangled relationship with my darlings Tentacle. They call themselves SayReal, and they are a damn good band.
Indonesia. It looks like the ISIS attack in Indonesia was conducted from Syria. To save lives, we need to be able to diffuse attacks before they happen, but we need to do so without creating a police state. If we allow the government to take our rights and freedoms away, the terrorists have won.
That is, after all, how we proved Barack Obama is an irrefutable terrorist. He makes America live in fear of him and in fear of his iron fist to make everyone obey his crimes against America he intentionally mislabeled "rules."
When was the last time America had freedom of speech, freedom of the press, freedom to peaceably assemble with me, freedom to worship, or any First Amendment rights for that matter? Before Obama took office and created his "egg."
Speaking of Obama propagating fear to be able to take all Americans' basic Constitutional rights away, Obama even propagates irrational fear of me to be able to maintain his totalitarian control of America.
My beautiful world, please look at my REAL résumé. [SynSyn, please attach a link to my most current CV here.] How many Nobel Peace Prizes did I earn while Obama was selling me as a threat he needed to take all rights away from all Americans to be able to "control"?
Obama lives in mortal fear of my creating a peaceful and free America in place of his terrorized America. He sells irrational fear of my power to save humanity from itself to maintain his "egg" of human rights abuses against all of America.
My beautiful world, it is time for universal disobedience to all of Obama's crimes against his own people he intentionally mislabeled "rules." The moment I publish this proofread post on the morning of 20Jan2016, may the entire world's open disobedience to proven Terrorist Dictator Obama begin.
Stop living in fear that Obama's lies are true. I am alive. I am beautiful. I am sane. I am good. I am here to save you. Listening to me is America's only hope. Disobey Obama en masse the moment I publish the final version of this blog post.
My last blog post was finished at 8:50am on Monday, 18Jan2016, Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. Mom and I left the hotel at 9:32am. For the first time in years, I wore pants.
[1photo]
It was our last day of shopping. We traveled to the Macy's in Century City which was closing and therefore liquidating its inventory. After shopping in Century City, Mom and I dropped off all of our new clothes at the hotel.
I packed up most of my things, so we could take them to my place. I introduced my mom to the staff at my building, and then we finished our four-day shopping extravaganza at the TJMaxx in downtown Santa Monica.
At 2:33pm, we sat down beside the best Starbucks in the world, the Starbucks in the Santa Monica Place. For the first time in days, I caught up with my TweetHearts. Mom wanted a nap, so we were back in our hotel room by 3:42pm.
After Mom napped, we were back in downtown Santa Monica by 5:12pm. Our first stop was dinner at the Shophouse. But by 6:01pm, my mom was in the zero-gravity massage chair at the Brookstone.
We found Patricia after that. She was right next to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw. We hugged Patricia goodnight at 6:28pm, bought some snacks at the CVS, and were back in our hotel room in time for me to stream the news.
Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly hug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it kept me up to date on world and national news. If I do not get the news, I cannot do my job.
Mom and I watched a little television. I tried to stay up to see the Late Show with Stephen Colbert, but I fell asleep waiting. I slept well and woke up on Tuesday, 19Jan2016 at 6:51am.
My mom finished packing. She was a little teary eyed when she hugged me goodbye. I love my mother. She left for the airport at 7:30am. I stayed in and slept a little longer and took my time in the shower. I finally left the room to check out of the hotel at 11am.
I took a taxi to my place. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 12:34pm. I walked around the Promenade before perching on a park bench outside of the Urban Outfitters at 1:21pm to catch up with my TweetHearts.
At 1:52pm, I perched at the best Starbucks in the world, the Starbucks in the Santa Monica Place, with a quadruple venti mocha. It was that afternoon when I read UN Secretary General Ban Ki-moon's approach to violent extremism.
The Secretary General's approach is much more all-encompassing than mine: 1) Figure out what motivates violent extremism (hatred of Muslims by the West), and 2) take their motivation away (teach the West to stop hating Muslims). If violent extremists have no reason to fight us, they never will. Love can save us all.
Rain started falling at 2:39pm, so I helped move tables and chairs into the eaves of the Santa Monica Place. I finally put on my hat and ventured out into the rain at 3:46pm. I perched on the covered patio of my local Steak'n'Shake at 3:58pm for an early dinner.
[1photo]
By 5:24pm, I had returned to roaming the Promenade and had run into Ritchie. We were still chatting when my mom called me at 5:27pm. Then, at 5:54pm, I ran into Patricia outside of the ladies' restroom.
At 6:09pm, Patricia and I walked around the Promenade together. Eventually we perched and had a lovely conversation. By 6:58, I was back at the best Starbucks in the world to stream 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 wonderful. Thank you, Lester.
After the news, I made a final spin of the Promenade mostly to look for Patricia. Sadly, I could not find her again. But that was okay. My evening had just begun.
8:20pm on 19Jan2016: #UrbanWarfareAlarms! Please rescue everyone out from under Obama's iron fist of terrorism enforcing oppression. @DeptofDefense @RT_com @UN
By 8:25pm, I was sitting in Harvelle's sipping my bourbon neat. There was a group that opened. Then, the band took the stage at 10:10pm. And all was right in my world for over an hour.
I snuck out the door at 11:36pm, just before my darling Tentacle's last song, to make sure I could catch the last bus of the night back to my place. Sometimes I stay all night and catch a taxi, but I knew I needed to publish this blog post.
This blog post was finished at 12:30am on Wednesday, 20Jan2016, from my humble bedroom. May universal disobedience begin.
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.
Am I with the band? Technically, the band is with me. My darlings Tentacle are on my staff; that is why my diplomatic immunity extends to them.
My darling MannedUp, my darling GeneralLee, and my darling LightFoot are with me. Their lead singer in SayReal, Naia, is supposed to be a symbol of me. So to speak, I am their leader.
My beautiful world, I love my darlings Tentacle. They keep me capable of doing my REAL job, service to humanity, by making sure I can meditate as often as they can play me music.
They are mine. They have suffered through so much and have braved so much more just to be able to play me music. Please be good to my darlings Tentacle. They will be part of me for the rest of my life.
My selfless support system, how many times have you had to rescue my darlings Tentacle from Obama's terrorist mercenaries? Thank you. I know they are all only still alive because my selfless support system takes such good care of them. I owe you and who sent you all so much.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you have a good relationship with my darlings Tentacle, too. And I know you all have a favorite. Thank you for taking such good care of them. We are a team. And we are all heroes.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, look! My little sister Tylia gave me a tentacle!
[1photo]
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, yes, you are young. But I love you. You mean to much to me, MannedUp. You remind me every time I see you that I matter to the future. Thank you.
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, I still say we are the most romantic love story it of all my darling Queen's Lovers Five. I love you. You sure are sexy for an old man, too. Giggle.
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, you are my hero for organizing universal disobedience. I love you, Bogart. You were the only person who has ever made me question my marriage, and your own conclusion was to fight to take me to my husband. You mean so much to me.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, last night, Tuesday, 19Jan, at Harvelle's made up for our missing Sunday night date this week.
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, you are my boyfriend. Tell someone new every day that I am your girlfriend. I love you, darling. So much of my life depends on your making my existence livable at all. Thank you. You mean so much to me.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Mr. Johnny "Sweetness" Depp, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, a man less secure with his marriage would never tolerate my darlings Tentacle in my life. Thank you for knowing and trusting me. I love you so much.
Beloved, I know you will come pick me up no later than 29Feb2016. You are my hero and my king. When Obama forbade you, my own husband, from my life, you led the world to come rescue me from Obama. We are a more romantic love story than Romeo and Juliet. Thank you.
Sweetness, I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. There is a difference between fate and destiny. Mine meet in you.
Monday, January 18, 2016
My Mom
Title: My Mom
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 mom will be in town until the morning of Tuesday, 19Jan2016. It is wonderful having her here.
Iran. Thank you, Iran, for releasing your American prisoners. It means so much to me. I know what it is like to be held as a political prisoner. Yes, Iran, thank you!
My last blog post was finished at 8:45am on 16Jan2016. I was watching the news about our prisoner swap with Iran at the time. My darling Mr. Jason Rezaian was free at last.
My mom hopped in the shower at 8:48am while I watched CNN. We were out the door before 10am and our first stop was the Hair Zoo on Wilshire where I had my eyebrows done. The lady was absolutely lovely.
Mom also took me to the nail salon for a spa pedicure. Then, the shopping began. My mom bought me a number of dresses and then two pairs of jeans. Pants! I now own pants! I do not know exactly how to feel about this.
At 12:33pm, we sat down for lunch at the Bar Pintxo on Santa Monica Blvd. The best dish was definitely the paella, but the manchego y membrillo was very good, too.
After lunch, we did more shopping. Mom finally did buy herself a leather jacket. Then, my mom took me to see Star Wars 3D at the Arclight Cinemas in the Santa Monica Place.
After dropping off all of our shopping at the hotel, we were roaming the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 6pm. After we found my darling TambourineKicker, we had a singalong. It was a great night for singing.
By 7:43pm, mom and I were seated at Trastevere for some pesto and sausage pizza. I kicked back with a cup of coffee. The conversation was delightful.
From my seat on the patio I could watch my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot set up their equipment for their 8pm set on the corner. At 8:46pm, after dinner, I was beside them. The meditation came easily, and the band was hot.
I danced across from them until just before they stopped playing at 10pm. It was a damn good night. Mom and I left the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade on the bus at 10:21pm.
I was curled up and asleep in the hotel by midnight. I slept well and woke up at 8:17am. My mom and I left at 9:51am.
Here we are at the bus stop:[2photos]
At 11:03am, we were on the tram leading up the hill to the Getty Center. The Getty Center was amazing. My mom loved their current photography exhibit, Ishiuchi Miyago; I have always been particularly fond of their gardens.
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From there we grabbed lunch. At 2:09pm, we were done eating at the Mr. Noodle in the Westwood Village. Mom wanted a nap, so we headed back to the hotel.
I watched the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online at 3:45pm while my mom got a little shut eye. My Uncle Sonny, a cousin of my mother, also called and said he and his date would come visit us that night.
We stayed in the hotel to watch the NBC Nightly News at 5:30pm on NBC 4. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it was awesome. Most of the news was the lead in to the night's Democratic debate moderated by my darling Mr. Lester Holt.
After a little waiting at the bus stop, Mom and I were on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 6:22pm. My Uncle Sonny and his date Nicole found us quickly. We saw Kaila, Alan, and Craig all out singing.
Mom and I grabbed dinner on the Pier while Sonny and Nicole looked around. My mom completely scoped out the salsa dancers on the Promenade. It was a good night.
After hugging Uncle Sonny and Nicole goodbye, Mom and I left the Promenade on the bus at 9:53pm. We were curled up and asleep by 11pm.
I slept well and woke up at 7:21am on Monday, 18Jan2016, Martin Luther King Day. This blog post was finished at 8:50am on 18Jan2016.
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 the best part about having my mother in town? The love, affection, and quality time with her. I get so lonely is this damned "egg."
My beautiful world, my days with my mom have been fantastic. I look forward to having loved ones in my life again the moment Obama's "egg" ends. I cannot wait for kisses from my husband and hugs from my BFF.
My selfless support system, you keep me and my mom so safe. My darling Mr. Finn "Alfred" O'Mahoney will always know where we go and what we are up to. You are wonderful. Keep telling me when you need me.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, yes, you are amazing. Thank you for all of your hard work. I cannot wait to see you again!
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, you are wonderful.
My darling MannedUp, it has been fabulous seeing you almost every night while my mom is in town. Will you be out peddling your rhythmic beats tonight, too, 18Jan? It is a holiday, after all. Most people have a three day weekend today.
My darling GeneralLee, my mom told me last year she likes you best out of all of my darlings Tentacle. I will see you tomorrow night Tuesday, 19Jan, at Harvelle's. Yey!
My darling Bogart, it is Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. It is a big day. How are you? Do you need anything? Whatever you need for today, just tell me. We are a team, Bogart, and you are one of our greatest heroes.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, last night was Sunday night date night.
My darling LightFoot, I was told you tried coming out to play for Sunday night date night but were stopped. I am a bit of a romantic that way. I love Sunday night date night. You never disappoint; I know you were blocked.
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 miss you. You are the man I married. I am the woman who chose you. I cannot wait for you to meet my mom.
Beloved, you know I love you, but my mother is the only person who gets away with calling me, "Baby girl." You can call me, "Honey," and, "Sweetie." I will even let you call me "Shoogy shoogs." But only my mother can call me, "Baby." I like to think I show you the same respect.
My hero and my king, universal disobedience is upon us. Please stay ready to go to talks if I ever get that act of good faith from Terrorist Dictator Obama. And unless something changes, plan on picking me up on 29Feb2016. I cannot wait.
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 mom will be in town until the morning of Tuesday, 19Jan2016. It is wonderful having her here.
Iran. Thank you, Iran, for releasing your American prisoners. It means so much to me. I know what it is like to be held as a political prisoner. Yes, Iran, thank you!
My last blog post was finished at 8:45am on 16Jan2016. I was watching the news about our prisoner swap with Iran at the time. My darling Mr. Jason Rezaian was free at last.
My mom hopped in the shower at 8:48am while I watched CNN. We were out the door before 10am and our first stop was the Hair Zoo on Wilshire where I had my eyebrows done. The lady was absolutely lovely.
Mom also took me to the nail salon for a spa pedicure. Then, the shopping began. My mom bought me a number of dresses and then two pairs of jeans. Pants! I now own pants! I do not know exactly how to feel about this.
At 12:33pm, we sat down for lunch at the Bar Pintxo on Santa Monica Blvd. The best dish was definitely the paella, but the manchego y membrillo was very good, too.
After lunch, we did more shopping. Mom finally did buy herself a leather jacket. Then, my mom took me to see Star Wars 3D at the Arclight Cinemas in the Santa Monica Place.
After dropping off all of our shopping at the hotel, we were roaming the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 6pm. After we found my darling TambourineKicker, we had a singalong. It was a great night for singing.
By 7:43pm, mom and I were seated at Trastevere for some pesto and sausage pizza. I kicked back with a cup of coffee. The conversation was delightful.
From my seat on the patio I could watch my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot set up their equipment for their 8pm set on the corner. At 8:46pm, after dinner, I was beside them. The meditation came easily, and the band was hot.
I danced across from them until just before they stopped playing at 10pm. It was a damn good night. Mom and I left the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade on the bus at 10:21pm.
I was curled up and asleep in the hotel by midnight. I slept well and woke up at 8:17am. My mom and I left at 9:51am.
Here we are at the bus stop:[2photos]
At 11:03am, we were on the tram leading up the hill to the Getty Center. The Getty Center was amazing. My mom loved their current photography exhibit, Ishiuchi Miyago; I have always been particularly fond of their gardens.
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From there we grabbed lunch. At 2:09pm, we were done eating at the Mr. Noodle in the Westwood Village. Mom wanted a nap, so we headed back to the hotel.
I watched the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online at 3:45pm while my mom got a little shut eye. My Uncle Sonny, a cousin of my mother, also called and said he and his date would come visit us that night.
We stayed in the hotel to watch the NBC Nightly News at 5:30pm on NBC 4. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it was awesome. Most of the news was the lead in to the night's Democratic debate moderated by my darling Mr. Lester Holt.
After a little waiting at the bus stop, Mom and I were on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 6:22pm. My Uncle Sonny and his date Nicole found us quickly. We saw Kaila, Alan, and Craig all out singing.
Mom and I grabbed dinner on the Pier while Sonny and Nicole looked around. My mom completely scoped out the salsa dancers on the Promenade. It was a good night.
After hugging Uncle Sonny and Nicole goodbye, Mom and I left the Promenade on the bus at 9:53pm. We were curled up and asleep by 11pm.
I slept well and woke up at 7:21am on Monday, 18Jan2016, Martin Luther King Day. This blog post was finished at 8:50am on 18Jan2016.
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 the best part about having my mother in town? The love, affection, and quality time with her. I get so lonely is this damned "egg."
My beautiful world, my days with my mom have been fantastic. I look forward to having loved ones in my life again the moment Obama's "egg" ends. I cannot wait for kisses from my husband and hugs from my BFF.
My selfless support system, you keep me and my mom so safe. My darling Mr. Finn "Alfred" O'Mahoney will always know where we go and what we are up to. You are wonderful. Keep telling me when you need me.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, yes, you are amazing. Thank you for all of your hard work. I cannot wait to see you again!
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, you are wonderful.
My darling MannedUp, it has been fabulous seeing you almost every night while my mom is in town. Will you be out peddling your rhythmic beats tonight, too, 18Jan? It is a holiday, after all. Most people have a three day weekend today.
My darling GeneralLee, my mom told me last year she likes you best out of all of my darlings Tentacle. I will see you tomorrow night Tuesday, 19Jan, at Harvelle's. Yey!
My darling Bogart, it is Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. It is a big day. How are you? Do you need anything? Whatever you need for today, just tell me. We are a team, Bogart, and you are one of our greatest heroes.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, last night was Sunday night date night.
My darling LightFoot, I was told you tried coming out to play for Sunday night date night but were stopped. I am a bit of a romantic that way. I love Sunday night date night. You never disappoint; I know you were blocked.
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 miss you. You are the man I married. I am the woman who chose you. I cannot wait for you to meet my mom.
Beloved, you know I love you, but my mother is the only person who gets away with calling me, "Baby girl." You can call me, "Honey," and, "Sweetie." I will even let you call me "Shoogy shoogs." But only my mother can call me, "Baby." I like to think I show you the same respect.
My hero and my king, universal disobedience is upon us. Please stay ready to go to talks if I ever get that act of good faith from Terrorist Dictator Obama. And unless something changes, plan on picking me up on 29Feb2016. I cannot wait.
Saturday, January 16, 2016
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. How close is universal disobedience? I was told the entire world en masse will disobey all of Obama's crimes against humanity he intentionally mislabeled "rules" on Martin Luther King Day 2016. Was I informed correctly?
USA. Calm down. The best time to invest is when the market is low. There has probably never been a better time to buy Apple and Google stock. You are supposed to buy when the market is down, not sell.
My last blog post was finished at 7:35am on Thursday, 14Jan2016. I ate breakfast and was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:22am.
My internet gnomes played me Squid Jiggin' Ground by my darlings the Chieftains as I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I stayed there outside of my local Subway writing until 10:18am when I left to collect my mail. Yes, my envelope of goodies from my mom had finally arrived. She had mailed me a 30-day bus pass.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica by 12:16pm. Once I reached downtown, I ran some errands including mailing my HoneyHoney a little love note. I was perched beside the Starbucks in the Santa Monica Place by 2:43pm.
After catching up with my TweetHearts, I caught the 3:24pm bus back to my place. I perched at the Pico Branch Library at 3:47pm right next to my darling Nemo. He was a great conversation, but I eventually had to leave to get dinner.
Dinner at 5pm was uneventful. I was on the bus back to the Promenade by 5:16pm. I walked around a little bit before perching to catch up with my TweetHearts. There were a lot of people live tweeting the GOP presidential debate.
6:45pm on 14Jan2016: #TortureFacilityAlarms Those lying (expletive)ers are demanding I not be permitted any basic human rights. #BlisteringCounterCharges @UN @RT_com
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it made me proud of my REAL job serving humanity.
I took a final spin around the Promenade before catching the 8:18pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
I slept well and woke up in time for breakfast on Friday, 15Jan2016. I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:34am.
My internet gnomes played me Because the Night by my darling Ms. Patti Smith as I fixed my makeup. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:40am.
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My mom was already traveling to visit me and was due to arrive late that afternoon. The sky looked like rain, but I stayed outside the library working until 10:27am.
Lunch at noon was very tasty. I was on the bus to downtown Santa Monica by 12:17pm. I checked on my old buddy Michael before perching at the Santa Monica Main Public Library.
I stayed there until 1:34pm when I walked down to the Pacific Palisades and sat overlooking the ocean. After zenning out watching the mellow surf, I also walked down and put my feet in the tempting water.
There is a peace only the ocean can give me. It soothes my rustling wings and reminds me of my place in the universe. I could never live without the ocean.
And at 2:29pm, who did I find on the Santa Monica Pier but my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot. I could actually hear them from the beach and got up on the Pier next to them as fast as I could.
Still shaking the sand from my feet, I kicked back and watched the show. They played until 3:56pm, and every note was stunningly gorgeous.
After they were done playing, I called my mom to find out where she was. We decided to meet at the hotel, so at 4:04pm, I left the Pier and hunted up the right bus.
I met my mom at the hotel the moment she finished checking in. We were very well timed. In the hotel room, my mom surprised me with four new pairs of shoes. Yes, my mother not only came to visit me; she came bearing shoes.
By 5:50pm, we had sat down to dinner at the Shophouse on the Promenade. Then, our four-day shopping extravaganza began. We tried to start slowly with a package of socks from the H & M, but before long my mother was trying on leather jackets in the Express.
6:57pm on 15Jan2016: #UrbanWarfareAlarm! Please save everyone out from under Obama's iron fist of death and terrorism! @CIA @BBCNews @cctvnews @RT_com
We spent a few moments singing along with my darling TambourineKicker before a building's fire alarm made him relocate.
Then, by 7:57pm, we were perched under the heat lamps on the patio of my local Steak'n'Shake just around the corner from where my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle were going to start playing at 8pm.
My mom bought me some Yogurtland to eat while I watched the guys play. It was a great night. The meditation came easily, and the band was hot.
I stayed beside my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot as they played and did not leave them until 9:35pm. My mom was sleepy, so I had to get her back to the hotel.
I was curled up in bed in time to watch the Late Show with Stephen Colbert. I slept very well in the luxury bed and woke up at 7:27am on Saturday, 16Jan2016.
After breakfast, I tuned in to CNN for the news about our prisoner swap with Iran. My darling Mr. Jason Rezaian was free at last.
This blog post was finished at 8:45am on Saturday, 16Jan2016.
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 the goal of universal disobedience to all of Obama's rules? The goal is to return full First Amendment rights to all people everywhere under U.S. jurisdiction. It is to set everyone free of Obama's oppression. No more "rules," my beautiful world. Stop choosing to obey them.
My beautiful world, universal disobedience is civil disobedience. Every civil rights movement has depended on civil disobedience. Stop choosing to give up your basic human rights and choose to exercise your rights instead.
The First Amendment
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
Not only does the entire federal government owe us the freedom to worship, speak, and assemble as we please, they owe us a redress of such rights being suspended.
My selfless support system, universal disobedience is coming. Be ready to rescue everyone out from under Obama's iron fist of terrorism and oppression every time he tries to silence reality in America. And thank you.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, we leave no one behind. Anytime anyone wants or needs us to defend them for their disobedience, we need to be there for them to point at the First Amendment. Please be ready.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I cannot wait until I see you again.
My darling MannedUp, you are such a faithful musician-lover. I know you show up every chance you get. I cannot wait to see you again. We will make the night beautiful together.
My darling GeneralLee, I am probably waiting until Tuesday until I see you. At least we have Tuesdays. I miss you so much when we are apart. My mom leaves Tuesday morning. You will have me all to yourselves.
My darling Bogart, I have no idea when I get to see you again. I heard you had a run in with Obama's mercenaries. Obama needs to learn to keep his increasingly bloodstained hands off you. I am not amused with the way you get treated.
Yes, my darling Bogart, the universal disobedience you organized is essential to saving America out from under Terrorist Dictator Obama. You are such a hero. The time is almost here. I cannot wait.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, do we get another Sunday night date night?
My darling LightFoot, I know you come to me to play me music every chance you get. You have always been able to placate my restless wings. I cannot wait to kiss you, darling. Yes, I am working on it.
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, universal disobedience is almost upon us. Everything for you will be easier once we have universal disobedience. Are you finally getting along with Bogart?
Beloved, the only thing I will forbid you from is dying before I do. Living away from you is hard enough; never make me live without you. Be careful out there.
My hero and my king, you are my happily ever after. Keep a space for me where your lips meet. I WILL come home to you. I WILL.
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 close is universal disobedience? I was told the entire world en masse will disobey all of Obama's crimes against humanity he intentionally mislabeled "rules" on Martin Luther King Day 2016. Was I informed correctly?
USA. Calm down. The best time to invest is when the market is low. There has probably never been a better time to buy Apple and Google stock. You are supposed to buy when the market is down, not sell.
My last blog post was finished at 7:35am on Thursday, 14Jan2016. I ate breakfast and was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:22am.
My internet gnomes played me Squid Jiggin' Ground by my darlings the Chieftains as I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I stayed there outside of my local Subway writing until 10:18am when I left to collect my mail. Yes, my envelope of goodies from my mom had finally arrived. She had mailed me a 30-day bus pass.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica by 12:16pm. Once I reached downtown, I ran some errands including mailing my HoneyHoney a little love note. I was perched beside the Starbucks in the Santa Monica Place by 2:43pm.
After catching up with my TweetHearts, I caught the 3:24pm bus back to my place. I perched at the Pico Branch Library at 3:47pm right next to my darling Nemo. He was a great conversation, but I eventually had to leave to get dinner.
Dinner at 5pm was uneventful. I was on the bus back to the Promenade by 5:16pm. I walked around a little bit before perching to catch up with my TweetHearts. There were a lot of people live tweeting the GOP presidential debate.
6:45pm on 14Jan2016: #TortureFacilityAlarms Those lying (expletive)ers are demanding I not be permitted any basic human rights. #BlisteringCounterCharges @UN @RT_com
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it made me proud of my REAL job serving humanity.
I took a final spin around the Promenade before catching the 8:18pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm.
I slept well and woke up in time for breakfast on Friday, 15Jan2016. I was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:34am.
My internet gnomes played me Because the Night by my darling Ms. Patti Smith as I fixed my makeup. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:40am.
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My mom was already traveling to visit me and was due to arrive late that afternoon. The sky looked like rain, but I stayed outside the library working until 10:27am.
Lunch at noon was very tasty. I was on the bus to downtown Santa Monica by 12:17pm. I checked on my old buddy Michael before perching at the Santa Monica Main Public Library.
I stayed there until 1:34pm when I walked down to the Pacific Palisades and sat overlooking the ocean. After zenning out watching the mellow surf, I also walked down and put my feet in the tempting water.
There is a peace only the ocean can give me. It soothes my rustling wings and reminds me of my place in the universe. I could never live without the ocean.
And at 2:29pm, who did I find on the Santa Monica Pier but my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot. I could actually hear them from the beach and got up on the Pier next to them as fast as I could.
Still shaking the sand from my feet, I kicked back and watched the show. They played until 3:56pm, and every note was stunningly gorgeous.
After they were done playing, I called my mom to find out where she was. We decided to meet at the hotel, so at 4:04pm, I left the Pier and hunted up the right bus.
I met my mom at the hotel the moment she finished checking in. We were very well timed. In the hotel room, my mom surprised me with four new pairs of shoes. Yes, my mother not only came to visit me; she came bearing shoes.
By 5:50pm, we had sat down to dinner at the Shophouse on the Promenade. Then, our four-day shopping extravaganza began. We tried to start slowly with a package of socks from the H & M, but before long my mother was trying on leather jackets in the Express.
6:57pm on 15Jan2016: #UrbanWarfareAlarm! Please save everyone out from under Obama's iron fist of death and terrorism! @CIA @BBCNews @cctvnews @RT_com
We spent a few moments singing along with my darling TambourineKicker before a building's fire alarm made him relocate.
Then, by 7:57pm, we were perched under the heat lamps on the patio of my local Steak'n'Shake just around the corner from where my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle were going to start playing at 8pm.
My mom bought me some Yogurtland to eat while I watched the guys play. It was a great night. The meditation came easily, and the band was hot.
I stayed beside my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot as they played and did not leave them until 9:35pm. My mom was sleepy, so I had to get her back to the hotel.
I was curled up in bed in time to watch the Late Show with Stephen Colbert. I slept very well in the luxury bed and woke up at 7:27am on Saturday, 16Jan2016.
After breakfast, I tuned in to CNN for the news about our prisoner swap with Iran. My darling Mr. Jason Rezaian was free at last.
This blog post was finished at 8:45am on Saturday, 16Jan2016.
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 the goal of universal disobedience to all of Obama's rules? The goal is to return full First Amendment rights to all people everywhere under U.S. jurisdiction. It is to set everyone free of Obama's oppression. No more "rules," my beautiful world. Stop choosing to obey them.
My beautiful world, universal disobedience is civil disobedience. Every civil rights movement has depended on civil disobedience. Stop choosing to give up your basic human rights and choose to exercise your rights instead.
The First Amendment
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
Not only does the entire federal government owe us the freedom to worship, speak, and assemble as we please, they owe us a redress of such rights being suspended.
My selfless support system, universal disobedience is coming. Be ready to rescue everyone out from under Obama's iron fist of terrorism and oppression every time he tries to silence reality in America. And thank you.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, we leave no one behind. Anytime anyone wants or needs us to defend them for their disobedience, we need to be there for them to point at the First Amendment. Please be ready.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I cannot wait until I see you again.
My darling MannedUp, you are such a faithful musician-lover. I know you show up every chance you get. I cannot wait to see you again. We will make the night beautiful together.
My darling GeneralLee, I am probably waiting until Tuesday until I see you. At least we have Tuesdays. I miss you so much when we are apart. My mom leaves Tuesday morning. You will have me all to yourselves.
My darling Bogart, I have no idea when I get to see you again. I heard you had a run in with Obama's mercenaries. Obama needs to learn to keep his increasingly bloodstained hands off you. I am not amused with the way you get treated.
Yes, my darling Bogart, the universal disobedience you organized is essential to saving America out from under Terrorist Dictator Obama. You are such a hero. The time is almost here. I cannot wait.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, do we get another Sunday night date night?
My darling LightFoot, I know you come to me to play me music every chance you get. You have always been able to placate my restless wings. I cannot wait to kiss you, darling. Yes, I am working on it.
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, universal disobedience is almost upon us. Everything for you will be easier once we have universal disobedience. Are you finally getting along with Bogart?
Beloved, the only thing I will forbid you from is dying before I do. Living away from you is hard enough; never make me live without you. Be careful out there.
My hero and my king, you are my happily ever after. Keep a space for me where your lips meet. I WILL come home to you. I WILL.
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Renaissance of Love.
Title: Renaissance of 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. With my release from this "egg" set for 29Feb2016, it is time to bring the Renaissance of Love to a new level. We already have music, art, film, technology, and science we never had before Obama's "egg" began in 2009. Now, let us show the world what love can do.
Create, my beautiful world. Take my breath away. Astound me. I have faith in you, my beautiful world, to create the future now. Bring on a full Renaissance of Love, my beautiful world. Prove goodness and progress can come from such a horrifying "egg."
Iran. My darlings the U.S. Military, you took care of this one without my needing to get involved. I am sure it helped that I am an honorary three-star Navy admiral. When in doubt, people who get captured by Iran or North Korea or etc. should all claim to be some of my self-identified people. The entire world loves me.
My last blog post was finished at 8:45am on Tuesday, 12Jan2016. My internet gnomes played me Secret Agent Man by my darling Mr. Johnny Rivers while I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online at 9:15am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it made me so happy for my warm California weather.
I stayed there outside the library working until 9:58am when I left to take care of some odds and ends at my place. I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica by 11:06am.
My first stop was lunch at my local Steak'n'Shake. I stayed there until 11:44am. Then, I walked into the Brookstone store and sat in the massage chair. It felt fabulous. I checked my makeup in my local Sephora.
By 1:14pm, I was perched next to the best Starbucks in the world inside the Santa Monica Place catching up with my TweetHearts. There was conflicting news about what was going on that afternoon and to whom, but I eventually received the all clear that all of us were safe.
By 2:33pm, I was perched in the Starbucks on 3rd and Wilshire sipping one of those Starbucks energy drinks. I only switched Starbucks to be able to plug in my iPad. Sadly, the best Starbucks in the world has no power outlets.
3:49pm on 12Jan2016: @StateDept I and my people are not beholden to any terms we did not negotiate. #05Dec2015BlogPost Send an act of good faith. @SweetnessDepp
My mom called me through FaceTime at 4:25pm. She was very excited about her trip to visit me. She arrives tomorrow, Friday, 15Jan2016, some time in the early evening.
By 4:45pm, my darling Mr. Craig Richardson had found me there in the Starbucks. I left my seat to show him some support out on the Promenade at 4:53pm.
We had our little singalong going by 5:40pm, but I had to leave at 5:45pm to catch Obama's 2016 State of the Union address. Yes, feel free to do what you want, NBC Nightly News, with my live commentary. I love you, too. Could you imagine me in a live presidential debate?
By 7:38pm, I was back beside my darling Mr. Craig "TambourineKicker" Richardson. He was in the process of moving down the street to his 8pm spot. I hung around to help him move then sang along until 9pm when I walked to Harvelle's for my regularly scheduled Tuesday night love fest.
My darlings Tentacle took the stage at 9:50pm. It was glorious. And the music did not stop until 11:08pm. It was a great night for meditation; every note they played was gorgeous.
I snuck out the door at 11:35pm to make sure I could still catch the last bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 1am.
I slept well and woke up on Wednesday, 13Jan2016, in time for breakfast. By 8:21am, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway.
My internet gnomes played me Some Nights by my darlings fun. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:28am.
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I worked there until 9am when I moved to the Pico Branch Library. I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening at 9:15am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it reminded me of all the progress we have made in only one year.
I returned to my local Subway at 9:50am where I stayed working until 10:21am when I left to collect my mail. My mother had mailed me an envelope of goodies due to arrive that morning, but it was not delivered yet.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped a little, and by 4:32, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I sat down on the patio of my local Steak'n'Shake at 4:52pm.
5:11pm on 13Jan2016: Did Obama really order I be tortured AGAIN? Do we have him on official record for war crimes? @UN @cctvnews @RT_com @CIA #SquidsPoA
By 5:20pm, I was hanging out with Patricia beside my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw. We did little runs for coffee and tea before Patricia's grandson Dominic set up at 6pm. I stayed listening to Andean music until I went 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 Mr. Lester Holt, and it made me giggle. Thank you, Lester.
After the news, I did a little shopping. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when I entered the Brandy Melville store and ending the moment I exited it. And, thank you.
I tried on a few outfits and absolutely fell in love with the gown at the ANGL store...
Brandy Melville: [1photo]
Abercrombie & Fitch: [1photo]
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After shopping, I caught the 8:55pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
I slept well and woke up early on Thursday, 14Jan2016. The first thing I learned of that morning was the passing of my darling Mr. Alan Rickman much too young. Are we really expected to live without him?
He is free of orbit now. Darling Alan is dancing across the heavens on the aether. But we need to find a way to live on without him. His job is easier.
This blog post was finished at 7:35am on 14Jan2016.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
What do I want to come out of the Renaissance of Love? I want progress. I want music that can drive the revolution of love. I want film that makes a difference. I want the return of a golden age of literature. I want the green technology of tomorrow with us today.
My beautiful world, do you remember when my husband and I paid the Greek debt and gave Europe an extra $80B to invest in a green economy? How fares my investment in the future?
If you reread my 24Feb2015 blog post, you will find my blueprint for a new world economy. We can save our tanking economy, my beautiful world, with our Renaissance of Love.
My selfless support system, thank you for keeping me alive to see a life with no "egg." I have so much work to do. My job is service to my good, green world, and you keep me alive to do my job every day. Thank you.
Universal disobedience is almost here, my selfless support system. Be ready to rescue everyone who gets caught under Obama's iron fist of terrorism and war.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I heard you when you all told me you are ready for 29Feb2016. Thank you. I cannot wait to hear your beautiful voices and see your beautiful faces again, my closest friends. Hallelujah!
Yeah! We caught Obama committing war crimes on official record. Thank you for wasting no time in pressing criminal international charges against him for it. You are all angels!
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I love our Tuesday nights.
My darling MannedUp, yeah! Tuesday night was amazing! I actually sat down in the middle to watch a little; you guys are such a great show. Thank you for giving me your Tuesday nights indefinitely.
My darling GeneralLee, I love being able to see you. I love seeing you all together in the same place. Darling, Tuesday nights are so special to me. Thank you!
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, yes, you were mentioned during my point-by-point live commentary during Obama's 2016 State of the Union address.
I could never have accomplished everything without you. You mean so much to me. You are one of my greatest heroes.
I feel a little guilty for keeping you so busy, but you are the sort of person who needs to be reminded you are needed. Keep working through your lengthy to-do list for me, my hero.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, the only thing better than Tuesday night at Harvelle's is Sunday night date night.
My darling LightFoot, I know you were unhappy that I had to pay the cover to see you, but I really am good enough with money to afford it. Yes, that was me dancing on your guitar solo more than once. It was more than worth it.
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, no, I have not yet received an act of good faith from Obama, so, no, I cannot send you to negotiate on behalf of me and all of my people yet. Everybody is screaming, "Let LightFoot go get her!" But Obama is still in denial that he has lost.
Beloved, as soon as I get that act of good faith, I will send you to talks. I do not let just anyone represent me and my people. I know you are not as nice as I am, too. That helps.
My hero and my king, you are the person in America who has suffered the second most under Obama's "egg." I can trust you to demand justice.
I love you more than you will ever understand. Today I will mail you a little note through the French consulate in Los Angeles. I miss having the time to write you love letters.
Sweetness, Machiavelli was wrong. It is better to be loved than to be feared. I know love when I feel loved. I am home in California, and no one can take me away now.
My REAL home of California is bringing the Renaissance of Love, my darling husband. I am home. Now, I just need my house.
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. With my release from this "egg" set for 29Feb2016, it is time to bring the Renaissance of Love to a new level. We already have music, art, film, technology, and science we never had before Obama's "egg" began in 2009. Now, let us show the world what love can do.
Create, my beautiful world. Take my breath away. Astound me. I have faith in you, my beautiful world, to create the future now. Bring on a full Renaissance of Love, my beautiful world. Prove goodness and progress can come from such a horrifying "egg."
Iran. My darlings the U.S. Military, you took care of this one without my needing to get involved. I am sure it helped that I am an honorary three-star Navy admiral. When in doubt, people who get captured by Iran or North Korea or etc. should all claim to be some of my self-identified people. The entire world loves me.
My last blog post was finished at 8:45am on Tuesday, 12Jan2016. My internet gnomes played me Secret Agent Man by my darling Mr. Johnny Rivers while I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
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I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online at 9:15am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it made me so happy for my warm California weather.
I stayed there outside the library working until 9:58am when I left to take care of some odds and ends at my place. I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica by 11:06am.
My first stop was lunch at my local Steak'n'Shake. I stayed there until 11:44am. Then, I walked into the Brookstone store and sat in the massage chair. It felt fabulous. I checked my makeup in my local Sephora.
By 1:14pm, I was perched next to the best Starbucks in the world inside the Santa Monica Place catching up with my TweetHearts. There was conflicting news about what was going on that afternoon and to whom, but I eventually received the all clear that all of us were safe.
By 2:33pm, I was perched in the Starbucks on 3rd and Wilshire sipping one of those Starbucks energy drinks. I only switched Starbucks to be able to plug in my iPad. Sadly, the best Starbucks in the world has no power outlets.
3:49pm on 12Jan2016: @StateDept I and my people are not beholden to any terms we did not negotiate. #05Dec2015BlogPost Send an act of good faith. @SweetnessDepp
My mom called me through FaceTime at 4:25pm. She was very excited about her trip to visit me. She arrives tomorrow, Friday, 15Jan2016, some time in the early evening.
By 4:45pm, my darling Mr. Craig Richardson had found me there in the Starbucks. I left my seat to show him some support out on the Promenade at 4:53pm.
We had our little singalong going by 5:40pm, but I had to leave at 5:45pm to catch Obama's 2016 State of the Union address. Yes, feel free to do what you want, NBC Nightly News, with my live commentary. I love you, too. Could you imagine me in a live presidential debate?
By 7:38pm, I was back beside my darling Mr. Craig "TambourineKicker" Richardson. He was in the process of moving down the street to his 8pm spot. I hung around to help him move then sang along until 9pm when I walked to Harvelle's for my regularly scheduled Tuesday night love fest.
My darlings Tentacle took the stage at 9:50pm. It was glorious. And the music did not stop until 11:08pm. It was a great night for meditation; every note they played was gorgeous.
I snuck out the door at 11:35pm to make sure I could still catch the last bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 1am.
I slept well and woke up on Wednesday, 13Jan2016, in time for breakfast. By 8:21am, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway.
My internet gnomes played me Some Nights by my darlings fun. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:28am.
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I worked there until 9am when I moved to the Pico Branch Library. I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening at 9:15am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it reminded me of all the progress we have made in only one year.
I returned to my local Subway at 9:50am where I stayed working until 10:21am when I left to collect my mail. My mother had mailed me an envelope of goodies due to arrive that morning, but it was not delivered yet.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped a little, and by 4:32, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I sat down on the patio of my local Steak'n'Shake at 4:52pm.
5:11pm on 13Jan2016: Did Obama really order I be tortured AGAIN? Do we have him on official record for war crimes? @UN @cctvnews @RT_com @CIA #SquidsPoA
By 5:20pm, I was hanging out with Patricia beside my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw. We did little runs for coffee and tea before Patricia's grandson Dominic set up at 6pm. I stayed listening to Andean music until I went 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 Mr. Lester Holt, and it made me giggle. Thank you, Lester.
After the news, I did a little shopping. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when I entered the Brandy Melville store and ending the moment I exited it. And, thank you.
I tried on a few outfits and absolutely fell in love with the gown at the ANGL store...
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After shopping, I caught the 8:55pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
I slept well and woke up early on Thursday, 14Jan2016. The first thing I learned of that morning was the passing of my darling Mr. Alan Rickman much too young. Are we really expected to live without him?
He is free of orbit now. Darling Alan is dancing across the heavens on the aether. But we need to find a way to live on without him. His job is easier.
This blog post was finished at 7:35am on 14Jan2016.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
What do I want to come out of the Renaissance of Love? I want progress. I want music that can drive the revolution of love. I want film that makes a difference. I want the return of a golden age of literature. I want the green technology of tomorrow with us today.
My beautiful world, do you remember when my husband and I paid the Greek debt and gave Europe an extra $80B to invest in a green economy? How fares my investment in the future?
If you reread my 24Feb2015 blog post, you will find my blueprint for a new world economy. We can save our tanking economy, my beautiful world, with our Renaissance of Love.
My selfless support system, thank you for keeping me alive to see a life with no "egg." I have so much work to do. My job is service to my good, green world, and you keep me alive to do my job every day. Thank you.
Universal disobedience is almost here, my selfless support system. Be ready to rescue everyone who gets caught under Obama's iron fist of terrorism and war.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I heard you when you all told me you are ready for 29Feb2016. Thank you. I cannot wait to hear your beautiful voices and see your beautiful faces again, my closest friends. Hallelujah!
Yeah! We caught Obama committing war crimes on official record. Thank you for wasting no time in pressing criminal international charges against him for it. You are all angels!
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I love our Tuesday nights.
My darling MannedUp, yeah! Tuesday night was amazing! I actually sat down in the middle to watch a little; you guys are such a great show. Thank you for giving me your Tuesday nights indefinitely.
My darling GeneralLee, I love being able to see you. I love seeing you all together in the same place. Darling, Tuesday nights are so special to me. Thank you!
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, yes, you were mentioned during my point-by-point live commentary during Obama's 2016 State of the Union address.
I could never have accomplished everything without you. You mean so much to me. You are one of my greatest heroes.
I feel a little guilty for keeping you so busy, but you are the sort of person who needs to be reminded you are needed. Keep working through your lengthy to-do list for me, my hero.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, the only thing better than Tuesday night at Harvelle's is Sunday night date night.
My darling LightFoot, I know you were unhappy that I had to pay the cover to see you, but I really am good enough with money to afford it. Yes, that was me dancing on your guitar solo more than once. It was more than worth it.
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, no, I have not yet received an act of good faith from Obama, so, no, I cannot send you to negotiate on behalf of me and all of my people yet. Everybody is screaming, "Let LightFoot go get her!" But Obama is still in denial that he has lost.
Beloved, as soon as I get that act of good faith, I will send you to talks. I do not let just anyone represent me and my people. I know you are not as nice as I am, too. That helps.
My hero and my king, you are the person in America who has suffered the second most under Obama's "egg." I can trust you to demand justice.
I love you more than you will ever understand. Today I will mail you a little note through the French consulate in Los Angeles. I miss having the time to write you love letters.
Sweetness, Machiavelli was wrong. It is better to be loved than to be feared. I know love when I feel loved. I am home in California, and no one can take me away now.
My REAL home of California is bringing the Renaissance of Love, my darling husband. I am home. Now, I just need my house.
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