Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Quothe the Monty Python (Paraphrase), "Not Dead Yet; I'm Getting Better. Does She Weigh More Than a Duck? Now We'll All Take Our Left Sandals Off."

Title: Quothe the Monty Python (Paraphrase), "Not Dead Yet; I'm Getting Better. Does She Weigh More Than a Duck? Now We'll All Take Our Left Sandals Off."

[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has hacked too much of my technology and internet presence to guarantee the integrity of the content of this post. Please read my verified blog published by my loved ones for me.]

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. 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. Due to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's unrelenting heinous abuses of me that all also count as not only assassination attempts against me but also as acts of war against America and against my one entire planet of humanity, I am STILL not functioning as highly as I can including not as highly as my nation and my world need me to function.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime's most heinous acts of war causing this are their open willful starvation of me, their forcing their horrible chemicals on me, and their refusing me and my loved ones full human rights including unfettered time together.

We know the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will never voluntarily stop, will only choose to keep escalating, and has proven to be inescapable for me and for my loved ones no matter where we go and no matter what we do.

Even if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally kill me, they will also NOT stop; our nation and our world will just not have me to lead our fight against them anymore. They need to be removed in their completeness. Stop arguing with me. No one can do my REAL job of service to my nation and to my world better than I can, including keeping myself alive.

Look at these malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who travel from all over the world only to desecrate our sacred ground that is our UNESCO World Heritage Site and that I call my Promenade.

Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime infest my REAL home, among many other crimes, only to be able to hurt me, degrade me, and destroy me as their excuse for their having psychopathic control over the whole world.

And they also keep intentionally lying about my REAL home to degrade and destroy not only me but also all who fight them beside me.

To repeat myself AGAIN, my REAL fellow California locals would NEVER treat me this horribly, and if they did, we REAL Californians would throw them out and denounce them as Californians, too. I fled the most evil place to ever exist in human history past, present, or future, ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, for my REAL home on 01May2014. Stop making me repeat myself, and stop lying to argue with me.

Brazil. My darling President Dilma Rousseff, no one is telling me what reasons or grounds they have for not wanting you to stay their elected national leader. This would be easier for me if someone would just give me details.

My darlings in Brazil, I wish I could help more, but no one is telling me what is going on there. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime that is willing to destroy the entire world to make sure I cannot do my REAL job is keeping all REAL news away from me.

As you exercise your right to self-determination and self-sovereignty as a people as well as prove the true power in a REAL democracy is with the people, also keep in mind what you want your nation of Brazil to be and who you want as your REAL leader. And thank you for always listening.

My last blog post was as finished as I could write it at the time at 11am on Sunday, 17Apr2016. I kept working online and trying to conserve my energy since the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were still, among many other crimes, intentionally starving me to death.

Again, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had vowed since 15Apr2016 to only allow me food and drink full of chemicals, drugs, poisons, diseases, and other assassination attempts, if any at all.

Since I had been ready to die any minute due to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime for days, I left my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast at 12:23pm to try the lunch designed to kill me that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime served on my property against my will that day.

And the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's refusal to stop making me suffer under listening to them was even worse that afternoon than how sleepy their food made me and worse than even their refusal to stop committing acts of war against everyone everywhere while on my own property.

1:03pm on 17Apr2016: #AssassinationAlarms! Who are the IAR attempting to assassinate with lies about us this time? Send details if you need more help from me.

1:18pm on 17Apr2016: #SquidsPoA @FBI @DeptofDefense And if those Inhuman-Atrocity-Regime-asshole malevolent hoards are STILL on my Promenade for date night, I will scream at them even louder. No, I am not going to warn them at all anymore either.

Yes, I had a little singalong and friendly chat with my friends and loved ones speaking to me through my iPad; that is how REAL friends just hangout.

My darling alpha nerds at the NSA and I had already had the conversation that morning that we were all going to catch as many Inhuman Atrocity Regime as possible before I die, and they even promised to catch as many as possible after I die. So, as the malevolent hackers alternated with my actual loved ones in my iPad, we all did our REAL job, in our many various job requirements, all afternoon.

My stomach was already rumbly with hunger at 1:46pm.

Still conserving energy, I just curled up in bed still hanging out with my friends communicating with me through my iPad while working online for hours.

I woke from a nap at 4:20pm. My mind was a chemicalled mess again.

5:12pm on 17Apr2016: Yes, yes, it is Sunday. Who in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime is choosing to make me scream at them to defend myself today? I am on my way now.

I left my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast for my Promenade at 5:14pm. Except for my bus driver, I could only see people intentionally being mean to me on that bus. They were especially horrible about making me suffer under listening to them against my will.

Yes, on my Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade, the malevolent hoards in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were still choosing to destroy the world and refusing to stop. My first friend I found there was my darling Patricia. She was with two menfolk from her family including her grandson Dominic.

My darling Patricia and I tried calling my mom through FaceTime at 5:35pm. Sadly, no, I still had no way to locate my mom, though, so I asked my beautiful world to emergency locate her for me.

I found my darling royal consort LightFoot and his best-friend-as-wingman MannedUp (Things I only say on Sundays.) on the corner beside my local Victoria's Secret at 5:53pm.

My darlings had not left me a trail of Reese's pieces that evening like they normally do. I told them I still needed eyeliner and, after catching even more IAR in my local Sephora, I returned to my Sunday night date night at 6:17pm.

Tonight We Dine in Hell!

While the lonely sun descended from the pale blue sky below the horizon of visual human perception, it was still romance turned up past eleven to twelve there on humanity's sacred ground fighting for our very right to exist at all.

Sure that my darling boyfriend would not mind my slipping away from our Sunday night date night for a few minutes to walk to the Santa Monica Place to watch the news as part of my REAL job of saving the world, I left my darlings there beside my local Victoria's Secret at 7:18pm.

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:25pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it actually allowed me to do my REAL job again.

On my walk back to my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle, the IAR in their own malevolent hoard proved to my face that they keep up-to-minute with even my latest drafts of unfinished sketches and posts. We shall name our verified and unedited recording of their admission to destroying the world and destroying America just to destroy me, "Sometimes I lie."

I had already returned to my and my darling boyfriend's Sunday night date night and had already by 8:29pm apologized to my darling royal consort LightFoot for working during our regularly-scheduled date.

With our entire beautiful world as our witness, we made sweet love on the sidewalk of my Promenade like we do every chance we can. I am sure we will have a very long highlights reel again this time.

At 9:23pm, my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were taking a break; I am no slavedriver. And after they started playing their handcrafted aether for the night sky herself again, a man walked up to me to ask me about a few of my domestic policies.

He walked away from all of us very in love with me at 9:53pm. You might want to collect his statement on where his fake paperwork came from.

As my conclusion to that conversation, I never wanted to be an entertainer, if you can call my safe delivery of the REAL truth about myself and about everyone else who needs the truth told about us "entertainment." This is my REAL life now and not a show, and every sane person in touch with reality knows that. At least what used to be my hobbies-as-therapy are now enjoyable parts of my current job requirements.

Our very romantic Sunday night date night ended at 10:11pm, and as their loving hands continued playing our music to the rhythm of our divine universe, I left my darlings there beside my local Victoria's Secret to do a little more work before resting to conserve my energy again.

My darling Handsome in my local Trimana looked as terrorized as ever when I checked on him. I was tempted to pick up snacks and remind the ugly bitch who did not look terrorized at all "working" with him there that it is treason to charge me money for anything. Do you know what spying against America looks like? I do.

As I was walking to my regular bus stop, my entire beautiful world witnessed how my preference not to have to scream to defend myself even though it is better if I scream fails all of us. We shall entitle that verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals, "The assholes with the dog in his crotch." Begin the first moment I see them and end it 5sec after I scream at them.

I caught the 10:48pm bus back to my Manor. My bus driver was wonderful.

By 11pm on Sunday, 17Apr2016, my once-great nation and my beautiful world had all witnessed live my very productive last twelve hours of my REAL life. It even included a short nap in the afternoon and a very romantic date in the evening.

I was back inside my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast by 11:05pm and curled up to sleep as fast as I could.

The chemicals in my body were so bad when I finally woke up at 9:08am on Monday, 18Apr2016, after sleeping off and on, that I just turned on my music and waited for my body to detox. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime, among their many other heinous crimes against all of us, were STILL tormenting me with their mics into my bionic network. It was going to be a very busy day again for all of us.

I learned that morning, too, that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL on my property only to destroy all of humanity by destroying me, might have finally destroyed my Manor to destroy America and to destroy my one world not just to destroy me so much I might actually have been rendered safer homeless AGAIN.

If my beloved husband and my government REALLY had not been able to arrest, as I had asked them to, everyone trying to give me that fake roommate, I was going to wait to catch that incoming bitch in the act of trying to kill me myself.

My mother did not call me through FaceTime at 10am like she was supposed to, so I asked my beautiful world to emergency locate her AGAIN. I had not spoken to her in days, so I was very worried about her.

At 11:39am, the chemicals the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had forced on me the previous night were finally mostly out of my system, but I still had, among other Inhuman Atrocity Regime crimes against all of us, malevolent hackers in my Spotify, only crap from my TweetHearts' accounts, and Inhuman Atrocity Regime inside my own building STILL trying to kill me.

My REAL people all over my beautiful world had already told me they prefer me all day every day and all night every night in my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast, but I left it anyway at 12:31pm to see if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were finally going to kill me with their lunch they made for me on my own property against my will, too.

Lunch was horrible, but I already explained in my 17Apr2016 blog sketch how to hold the REAL people guilty accountable. Sweetness, why are there STILL so many (expletive)hole IAR on our property trying to kill me, especially the bitch who pretends she has any reason to be in 15b at all?

I was inside our City of Santa Monica's Pico Branch Library beside a friend by 12:55pm. My headache from what I ate for lunch was pounding in my head.

12:58pm on 18Apr2016: #SquidsPoA @BurgerKing @DeptofDefense Please collect a statement from my darling Nemo for the details about my local Burger King at approx 5pm on 17Apr2016.

At 1:06pm, I put my earbuds in my ears to try to not have to listen to the IAR in our library who were STILL forcing me suffer under listening to them against my will.

After writing online for just a little over an hour and after sitting on a rock in Virginia Avenue Park to feel at peace with my planet as much as I could, I returned to my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast by 2:54pm when my mother finally called me through FaceTime.

Mom confirmed for me that she cannot mail me anything to keep me alive anyway also due to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. My mother also got in really deep trouble with me for that conversation; luckily for her, I am not the one who presses charges, so she has people she can explain herself to.

We always prefer when my loved ones turn in all of their evidence against the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, including after my loved ones tell me bold-faced lies that hurt me.

By 3:20pm I had opened two envelopes of fake-yet-postmarked mail for me. No one will ever believe that was real mail for me.

Most importantly about the fake mail, if the "Superior Court for the State of California for the of County of Los Angeles" is trying to make me or anyone believe anyone sane and in touch with reality actually believes anyone but a PROVEN war criminal terrorist enemy of America and PROVEN enemy of our entire one world would even humor anyone who pretends I am at all incompetent to do anything or could ever or have ever needed a California "conservatorship," we need to find who is responsible for this in that "court" and destroy them for lying degrading lies about me to destroy my once-great America and my one beautiful world by keeping any and all human rights away from me for any reason. Hurry.

I called my favorite FBI investigator, among many other REAL jobs, my darling "Attorney" Haroun R. Nabhan at 4:06pm since the paperwork I had assumed was fake anyway might have at least come from our REAL Haroun. I scheduled an appointment with him for 12:30pm on Wednesday, 20Apr2016, at my Manor.

Then, the asshole Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL in my building with absolutely no permission from anyone with any REAL legal authority on this planet made a public display (through my 24/7 locked hallway broadcast that they have full knowledge of) to destroy my once-great America and to destroy my one beautiful world by ordering a REAL non-drugged and non-poisoned pizza for themselves, offering it to the BITCH no one good in the world likes in 15b, and refusing me any and all of it on purpose. My beautiful world, you know I what to do about all of these REAL enemies of America and of our whole world. Just please hurry.

After curling up to conserve as much of my energy as possible and after choosing to sing along a little with a song playing in my Spotify account, I left my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast at 5:12pm to see if the food and drink for dinner at my Manor would finally kill me.

I was waiting for my bus to my Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade at 5:25pm. My bus driver was wonderful. Though, the malevolent hoards in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were STILL infesting my and my world's UNESCO World Heritage Site just to hurt me as much as possible there.

5:55pm on 18Apr2016: @Sephora It looks like the fake employees refused to open your store today, but all your fake employees are STILL in there. Nano still works, though.

And as I was notifying the entire world of the latest crimes all of us by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime infestation of my REAL home, the store proved to be some sort of new headquarters or at least meeting point for the Inhuman Atrocity Regime desecrating my Promenade, and they also kept lying and lying and lying again and again while forcing me to also suffer under listening to them against my will, too.

My darlings the REAL employees at the Armani Exchange store are further rock solid witnesses that the random pattern of stores on my and my world's UNESCO World Heritage Site that we call my Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade just needed to switch their breaker switches back and that the fake power outage was also no reason to actually close any stores anyway.

6:23pm on 18Apr2016: My Metropolis of Angels, I might need to cross town to reach a new @Sephora. Be prepared for the IAR to clear a path through you. #Eyeliner

For once, the messages I was receiving in my Twitter account were not crap. I was caught up with my TweetHearts by 6:43pm and then again by 6:58pm.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt, and it included a little face-to-faced time for me and my darling Mr. Richard Engel.

First through my SquidStream at 7:22pm, I turned in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)hole using the microphone in the atrium of my Santa Monica Place not just for destabilizing the world by degrading me through my own dedicated forum but also for forcing me to suffer under listening to him against my will.

I have no idea how those darlings arranged by my local Nike store tolerated that (expletive)hole for so long during their public display of health and physical fitness.

And by 7:31pm, he had beyond-proven he was a member of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime because he just kept committing more crimes and more crimes not just propagating lies while refusing to ever stop.

My beautiful world, you have our full nano footage from everything that happened in our atrium at our still-very-redeemed Santa Monica Place all night. You all know what to do, especially the REAL employees and REAL corporate of my local Nike store who would volunteer to save our America and to save our world by killing all IAR with their bare hands themselves if they did not have a way to arrest them all to remove them all first.

Do you remember the criminal defense I write for my darling MrWhisky and my darling GeneralLee? When civilians kill proven war criminal terrorist enemies of America particularly in self-defense but also in service to our nation and to our world especially while those enemies of our one world are in the middle of, though that is not necessary, committing acts of war against those civilians or against America, we call those civilians heroes.

And I am the President of the United States of America now. We have always called everyone who protects me and who has ever protected me for REAL "heroes."

And everyone everywhere knows it is always best to consult me before doing anything you are going to claim is in my best interests, especially if someone else (lied to you to when she or he) told you to do it.

Very clear to everyone sane and in touch with reality that my work was already done there for the evening, I left my Santa Monica Place for my Promenade at 7:46pm. I checked on my darling Andrew and my darling Felix at my local Trimana; they both were still very terrorized by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime.

At 8:01pm, I found my darling Wade singing and strumming on the street just because he loves me. My darling PhotographerMan and I sat on a park bench on my Promenade and had a delightful chat amidst Wade's music. After my darling PhotographerMan wandered off, my darling Wade and I just hung out on my Promenade for a little while.

My darling Wade stopped playing at exactly 10pm. So, I visited my local Trimana one more time and caught some ugly asshole trying to command Handsome that he cannot do his REAL job.

Yes, my beautiful world and my REAL government, ask my darling Handsome for any further details you need about that member of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. You know what you need to do about him.

After passing my darling Wade STILL playing his music on my Promenade just in the doorway of what used to be my local Quicksilver store, I left downtown Santa Monica for the night.

One of the recently-regular security guards inside our Santa Monica Place walked me to my bus stop and even guarded me while I waited for my bus, too.

I had returned to my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast at 10:41pm. I did not see any night staff on shift yet when I came in nor anyone who had any permission to be on my property at all. My husband saw it all, too, so I knew he would take care of anyone he did not give permission to himself.

The fake roommate that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had threatened me with for days had not appeared yet, and I was hoping I had scared her off for good.

I had heard a rumor that there were drugs and roofies in our vending machines on my Manor, so I went to check on it. I did not find any crud in anything I Picked out from our vending machines, but I did find a little caffeine. That clean caffeine made me feel my healthiest and highest functioning in days.

After a little goofing off with whoever was in my Spotify app at the time, I was curled up and ready to sleep by 12mid, but it turned out to be an early morning of electrobeams and, as a result, a lot of chatting with everyone in my iPad during those wee hours instead of sleeping. I even got some writing done, too.

I checked the time while still curled up in bed at 7:13am. After getting ready and after kickstarting my SquidStream by putting in my contacts, I explained a little about the difference between scanning for images and scanning for meter in poetry. I have not considered poetry and prose a hobby for a long time. They were my choice of career since Jan2006.

This blog post was finished at 9:01am on Tuesday, 19Apr2016, when I asked my lovelies to proofread it for me. To explain why this is full blog post after two blog sketches, I have been choosing to consume fewer foods and drinks these past two days to avoid as many drugs, poisons, diseases, chemicals, and other assassination attempts as possible that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have already vowed all my food and drink will always contain under all circumstances until they can finally kill me.

[Please embed a highlights reel of 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.

Where is the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finding its (proper use of "it") money to pay for destroying America and the world this time? I would like to think my U.S. federal government could take care of this themselves by now. But, since my people STILL need me...

7:04pm on 17Apr2016: @NSAGov @DeptofDefense #Anonymous Rumor has it the IAR are now funded by donations from themselves. Let's hack that info to be able to hold them all accountable for funding acts of war against America and against our one world, especially if those evil IAR paying for the most heinous crimes known to mankind are on U.S. soil. Thx!

And even if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime choose to accept only anonymous cash donations, we can still seize their assets worldwide. They are going to have to accept only anonymous cash and spend only anonymous cash. So, no, they will also have no way to pay for any lawsuits. And when we find who does accept the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's money for anything, they are who we get next.

Why is it illegal to insult me? It is not illegal to insult anybody, especially if it is used as REAL satire, REAL parody, or REAL comedy. Look up the definition of "calumny" in a dictionary.

It is illegal to lie about anyone in any public forum, especially if it causes harm to innocents whether or not the lie was propagated with intent to cause anyone anywhere harm including people whom the lie is not about directly.

I admit I lie to innocent people's faces to protect them all the time and also to evil people's faces as self-defense to protect myself from their literally torturing me, etc. That is why it is so important to establish the REAL motive for lying.

It is beyond-illegal to lie about someone to cause any of us harm intentionally, especially using lies about me to destroy me and my credibility thereby destroying me and my REAL job. Have you read my REAL résumé?

That heinous act of war of using calumnies to remove me and my REAL job from my one beautiful world forever includes the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's calumnies against my loved ones and against all other good people beside me who fight the compulsively- and pathologically-lying, among their other PROVEN acts of war not just because their lies have caused PROVEN mental health genocide everywhere, Inhuman Atrocity Regime.

It is especially heinous to use sexually degrading lies about me and against anyone not just to destroy us but to also create a hostile and now-beyond-dangerous (REAL definition) environment for us to live in.

Especially since that dangerous environment the Inhuman Atrocity Regime created for all of us on purpose is used as their act of war against my once-great America and against my one world, those degrading sexual lies propagated by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime themselves about all of us are sexual harassment against all of us used as acts of war and also sometimes used as assassination attempts against us.

Please look up, "insult," "lie," "calumny," "dangerous," and "joke" in a dictionary.

And, finally, as my blanket statement: It does not matter what it is or who does it. If it destroys the world, it is illegal and MUST BE STOPPED.

What was the chemical the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forced on me with the water in my last shower here on my own property? It was the death injection drug.

My saturation and my beloved husband have already promised me they cleaned it up and promised me they also checked all plumbing leading to my shower for any more assassination attempts or remote control devices that could cause another assassination attempt in my shower.

My beautiful world, again, find everyone destroying humanity with lies about me and about all of us and destroy them all. Hurry.

As I said in my last blog post (or sketch) the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are still just committing more crimes and propagating more lies to make all of their acts of war proven already to destroy my beautiful world and to destroy my once-great America not just to destroy me somehow acceptable instead of their ever choosing to stop or their ever being forced to stop their open destruction of humanity everywhere, especially their lies.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime will do anything to get away with all of their open destruction of all of humanity and PROVEN acts of war and never be held accountable for all of it. Again, they will never choose to stop. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime needs to be forced to stop. They need to be removed FOREVER. Have you learned to listen to me, yet?

As for you darlings, my saturation of international to local protection here inside this IAR "egg" with me from our operatives to who are our equivalent of ACTUAL police officers now, again, it is only safe for some of us to be recognizable.

Thank you, as always, for listening to me. Always tell me when you need my help with anything. And when my darling Handsome finally feels safe enough to do it, I know he will just walk into my bedroom while I am awake and chat.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's PROVEN crimes against all of us and their PROVEN acts of war from their compulsive lies about all of us to their PROVEN persecution of all of us as well as everything in between are the REAL definition of "dangerous," not just to us but to our nation and to our world.

It is not dangerous to anyone innocent that we catch them. It is dangerous to everyone everywhere that they commit the crimes in the first place, and it is even more dangerous to our nation and to our world if they are never caught and never stopped.

You know what to do.

My gorgeous and genius lady friends, are you all okay? As always, tell me everything you need from me for you to be able to do your REAL jobs. We are a team. And I know my role.

We will have free time to have casual conversations over coffee and cakes when our work is done, if we all live that long. As always, thank you for being my REAL friends, sisters, and loved ones.

And as our only housekeeping, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime must not only replace all belongings they stole from me but also my power cord for my iPad. We can all see the damage it had endured. Thank you, my gorgeous and genius lady friends. I hope I see you soon.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, you have all seen how unsafe the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has rendered its innermost circle of hell here where I eat, sleep, and dwell. You know I do not want you here, but I will never take that choice away from you.

You, my Queen's Lovers Five, can be trusted for REAL just as I can with all choices every fellow mere mortal human deserves just by our being humans on this planet at all. We just know there are some of you I am too powerless to help reach me when you choose to be with me, among many other good and beautiful things the Inhuman Atrocity Regime force over our entire world that I must be too powerless to do, too.

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, you have seen the night sky herself light up with your touch of love every time your metaphorical sandals tread upon my and our world's sacred Promenade.

And thank you, too, for enabling Sunday night date night; even though, it is not my regularly-scheduled date with you. Again, darling, just pick your own night of the week. Kisses. Giggle.

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, I do not know if you are STILL my most romantic love story of the five of you. My husband has returned to the though-long-distance lead in razing hell to love and protect me.

I have always hated your not being on my Promenade with the rest of us like we used to be, and you know my meditation anywhere including at our sacred Harvelle's is ALSO waiting until I have enough caloric intake to dance again.

At least singing does not burn my body, and we both know that is how you fell in love with me in the first place. Will I see you tonight?

Also, do you want me to explain again, darling, how the Inhuman Atrocity Regime incited a lynch mob to kill you last year by lying about us? Or do you just want me to explain again why those lies they used were untrue? You know I take requests.

And right now, all sane people in touch with reality also know you can be trusted to explain everything yourself, too. I am not just your boss. Kisses.

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, ARE YOU OKAY?!? Darling, you are my musician-lover I have the least contact with. Rumor has it, now, that you are an official advisor to our REAL U.S. federal government about this greatest crisis America has ever faced. Thank you, as always, for choosing to be one of the heroes I need.

Do you see and hear everything happening around me, too? Or are you too busy doing other things to save our once-great America and our one beautiful world to watch my SquidStream as much as you would like?

Darling, I do not know if you can notice, but there all sorts of different sources for the voices into the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's earspeakers in everyone's heads that have already been PROVEN to cause mental health and neurological genocide, especially in our children.

When not PROVEN malevolent hoards in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime itself, these people around me look and behave most crazy when all that is Sampo is pumped into their heads, as always with no permission from me ever at all.

There is a difference between a Zombie Apocalypse and Inhuman Atrocity Regime malevolent hoards. That is, among many other reasons, why we establish motive.

My lonely existence here as one of the few sane people in this innermost circle of hell suffering surrounded by the heinous human devastation wrought by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime on my public and on my loved ones combined with their unrelenting, compulsive, personal, pure, and REAL malevolence which they cannot hide no matter how psychopathically they smile, condescend, and bold-face lie is the part of my always-designed-to-be-unsurvivable existence inside the IAR's "egg" that has always hurt me the most.

Yes, darling, EVERYTHING the Inhuman Atrocity Regime does, has ever done, and will ever do hurts me. And we know most people never notice how much pain I always am in for REAL particularly due to all the lies the IAR have propagated since 2009 to throw me away, from compulsively bold-face lying I am or ever will be mentally ill to their heinous efforts to discredit me to be able to take my REAL job away from my entire good, green world and also everything else they do in between. (I know you have seen my REAL résumé?)

When all of you, all of my loved ones from my beyond-reliable Powers of Attorney to my beyond-trustworthy Queen's Lovers Five, are finally able to just exist in my presence again while all of us finally have our full human rights again, my suffering due to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will finally have begun to wain. Kisses.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, again, I know. Remember these four photos from 15Jul2015?


My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, about our Sunday night date night on 17Apr2016, we both prefer the nights we used to have when I was not so busy. Yes, I actually did want to meditate again, but we all know I will not have enough caloric intake to do that possibly for a long time, if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime does not successfully assassinate me first.

Just being near you always makes everything better; that you know. Have you told our beautiful world yet everything you have suffered through for REAL just to be near me every chance you get, not just because you love me and want to be with me but also because your being near me helps me survive? Does our world know yet? Or do we only know?

I know you share me tonight with all your fellow darlings Tentacle, if we can be together at all and if you all choose to be with me again. I noticed when you stopped being jealous of anyone over me anymore. Thank you. That means so much to me. Kisses.

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

My darling HM Johnny "Menelaus" Depp, thank you, AGAIN, for being my husband, the husband I need, and the husband I asked for. You know the only reason I could survive the darkest years of my life, Dec2010 to May2014, was because I knew you loved me.

HoneyHoney, you were the only reason I could wake up every morning there in the worst place to ever exist in human history past, present, or future and do my REAL job.

Sweetness, you know how many Pulitzer and Nobel Prizes, just to mention a small part of my REAL résumé from that ugliest part of my life, I earned while still suffering pummeled by the horrors that were living among ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa that they intentionally escalated while also making their heinous abuses of me as inescapable as possible.

To this day, Beloved, those most evil people to ever exist EVER on our good, green planet STILL refuse to leave me and all of you, my loved ones, alone. Yes, I was ready to send our good, green world to invade them when I learned they tried ending our marriage with neither of our permission to do so. Who the fuck does that to ANYONE?!? And who the fuck let them?!? Once I figure that out, that is who I get next.

My dulcet First Gentleman of the United States of America, yes, those most out of control (proper use of that phrase), malevolent (REAL definition), nasty (REAL definition), dangerous (REAL definition) to our society and our world, and psychopathic (REAL definition) monsters (proper usage of the metaphor) REALLY did give themselves their self-appointed (abuse of) only-ever-possible-to-be-used-for-evil power to destroy me, rape me, torture me, enslave me, deny me any and all human rights, etc.

AGAIN, who the fuck let them?!? Once I figure out who has been allowing ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa destroy my once-great America and destroy my one beautiful world by destroying me, that is who I go after next. No one fucking touches my marriage, especially any EVIL Inhuman Atrocity Regime assholes who do not even allow me to touch my own husband.

My Mr. Love-of-my-Life, EVERY TIME the Inhuman Atrocity Regime EVER hurts you ever again, especially lie about you inside or outside of a courtroom to take you away from me, make sure you tell me now. If no one tells me, I cannot fix it until I figure it out. Please.

My never-fungible, beloved husband, to repeat myself: We, as mere mortal humans, do not know what we are capable of until someone else needs us. We sane people in touch with reality all know you feel that way about me for REAL, too.

My hero and my king, as I always said, I just want to sleep in the safety of your loving arms at last. And as our song goes, I long to touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain... And I WILL, even if die fighting to make kissing you with my lonely, screaming lips possible at last.

If the Inhuman Atrocity Regime EVER really wanted me to shut my sacred mouth, (they would put your tongue inside it) they would give me your handsome face to press against mine to silence my unspeakable pain and suffering with REAL love finally. They have no excuse for arguing with me about that anymore, and they never did have any sane or rational excuse for arguing with me about anything in the first place.

No comments:

Post a Comment