Thursday, June 30, 2016

We Are Trained Professionals; Do NOT Try this at Home.

Title: We Are Trained Professionals; Do NOT Try this at Home.

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. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially their malevolent hoards, really are going more and more criminally insane in here every damn day.

[I am STILL forbidden any and all real news. And, the replacement for news I used to be able to receive is now all calumnies the Inhuman Atrocity are forcing my loved ones to tell me just to be able to interact with me at all. We are working on it, my beautiful world. We sane people in touch with reality all know how much I need the REAL news to do my REAL job.]

My last blog post was finished by me before 12:11am on Tuesday, 28Jun2016, and was polished and published by my lovelies for me as fast as possible.

After warning my epic saturation that I was about to pick up the latest hard evidence of their own acts of war that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had chosen to give me themselves, at 1:23am, I walked to the occupied office in my own occupied private residence to talk to my darling Leo.

1:23am on 28Jun2016: #MySaturation @USPShelp @FBI tracking: 2315 1670 0000 5271 6037 I'm going in to pick up our hard evidence now. @NSAGov Lock office nano.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please emergency circulate our verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning at 1:23pm and ending at 1:53am on Tuesday morning, 28Jun2016. We will entitle it, "And that is what we call a full admission of guilt from all the Inhuman Atrocity Regime involved."

They are ALL even getting the death penalty from my State of California for that, not just from my ICTJ at The Hague who adopted the death penalty for the first time ever in their existence just because ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA and all their ilk, including EVIL Iowan Tara, really are this unrepentantly and remorselessly evil.

2:50am on 28Jun2016: #SquidsPoA @NSAGov @UN #MySaturation @DeptofDefense If ANYONE enters this bedroom EVER but me, take emergency necessary action. Also tail & destroy them. #FUN

With my rumbly tummy SO (EXPLETIVE)ING LOUD and IN SO MUCH PAIN due to the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime starving me to death and enforcing their poverty over me as their open acts of war since 01Jan2009 against my rising America and against my one world, I was curled up and ready to sleep by 3:01am.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime outside my window forcing me to suffer under their unrelenting torment of me of forcing me to listen to them 24/7 against my will are why I needed to sleep with my earbuds in.

I first woke up at 6:43am on Tuesday, 28Jun2016, when I took my earbuds out, but I did not get out of bed until 8:06am. Yes, my bedroom had been violated, and I had been attacked in my sleep yet again that morning. That morning, we also documented that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had been yellowing my teeth in my sleep for months if not years, too.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate the first things I did on my Tuesday morning, 28Jun2016, verified and unedited with full audio and visuals beginning when Textbook Psychopath Eva started screaming like a crazed lunatic through my bedroom door and ending when I walked out my bedroom door. Please entitle it, "Locked in the tower."

My internet gnomes played me America! (Expletive), Yeah! from the movie Team America before I left for the day. My iPad camera was STILL too hacked for new morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

I finally left my bedroom at 9:23am to venture out into my June-in-San-Francisco weather that my darling Ms. Mother Nature had brought for me to my beach town in my Metropolis of Angels just to remind that this was my home now.

That morning, my darling Ms. Mother Nature was still telling me, "I am going to do what I want. We just have an understanding, Honey. But, I know." No, really, Mother Nature NEVER does anything I ask her to do. But we talk a lot, and we care for each other. We have that kind of relationship. STOP USING PLASTIC BAGS! Have you read my REAL green economy that won me my Nobel Prize in Economics? Etc.

I endured a "You, (Expletive), are NOT a real bus driver!" open human rights abuse used as an act of war the moment I boarded my bus to my downtown Santa Monica that morning. We have the varied footage.

By 9:48am, I had already caught new Inhuman Atrocity Regime in the partial occupation of my Best Starbucks in the World because she ALSO charged me money.

Always consult my verified Twitter archive for further details. I even reminded my own churn to guard my genuine friend and REAL Starbucks employee, my darling Shannon, before I left because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards were already attacking her even in front of me.

I was on my occupied Santa Monica beach completely surrounded by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's inescapable malevolent hoards by 10:28am (m)noshing on my picnic I had packed and writing online with my own indigenous sand between my toes. There actually were kinda-of-waves that day, but I found no surfers anywhere.

I was very busy that cool and grey California morning...

10:50am on 28Jun2016: @NBCNightlyNews None of us answer to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime for anything. They do NOT get to make demands from you. We are the REAL America.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate as fast as possible our verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my walk across my occupied beach beginning when I looked in the full-length mirror and ending at 10:58am. Please entitle it, "Stupid is as stupid does. But this is their criminal insanity."

With my latest blog notes almost caught up with everything so far, I left my occupied beach for my occupied Santa Monica Main Public Library at 11:40am. Perched at my table in my City of Santa Monica's occupied downtown library face to face with an Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)hole only in my face to destroy humanity by destroying me and who eventually fled my REAL local to international justice system for his life, one of the first things I did was check in with my personal assistant, my darling Alfred.

12:28pm on 28Jun2016:

My darling Mr. Finn "Alfred" O'Mahoney,

I already told our entire world to plan on my being out of Santa Monica tonight. Please call Bogart and Sweetness, too, about this.

Just after 6pm, I will take the Metro 704 to Santa Monica and Fairfax. I will transfer there to the Metro 217 to Hollywood and Las Palmas. I am going to the open mic at the Pig'n' Whistle tonight. Please call everyone you need to call. Remind Mike that charging me money for ANYTHING is, bare minimum, treason. I also know REAL Scientologists when I see them, and they are cool with everyone.

I will hang out it Hollywood doing what I normally do there after the open mic which normally ends at about 9 or 10pm on a Tuesday and will definitely hang out for hours if for any reason the open mic is cancelled. I will take the Metro 217 to the Big Blue Bus 7 on Fairfax and Pico to get back to my private residence afterwards.

I am still planning on watching the news at 7:05pm or as soon as possible afterwards if I have not perched yet. I know I can FaceTime with my mom while in transit if she can call me at all at 6pm like I asked her to.

Our darling Todd already turned in all of his evidence about why I am forbidden from seeing him tonight just as he had invited me to.

I will bust my occupied local Von's [in person] tomorrow after I watch my late night talk show friends. My saturation is already making plans and monitoring Gestapo HQ for orders.

Love you! Keep everyone everywhere ready for me!
Squid


I started streaming my late night talk show friends "from the previous night" at 12:34pm. For some reason no one could explain to me at all, my darling Mr. James Corden had no new shows that week, but everyone else did.

I had a very busy early afternoon while catching up with my online television lovers and believers; by 2:21pm, I had successfully mended by hand the latest of my priceless articles of clothing that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had violated my insecure bedroom to destroy, had successfully proved that I can bring a light show myself (not necessarily through line of sight) across our sacred aethernet, had successfully waited out my own personal churn cleaning up as best they could my violated personal residence STILL occupied by Inhuman Atrocity Regime too evil to stop destroying humanity and destroying America by destroying me, had successfully busted the Inhuman Atrocity Regime already planning ANOTHER abduction and Black Ops threat to me compulsively at my occupied local Von's (never the REAL Von's fault), and had successfully written a few notes by hand in my most recent writing journal that could clarify a few things going on at the time for everyone.

My REAL U.S. government was furiously carrying out follow through from my last few blog posts still, especially my most recent, and were beside our International Criminal Court in The Hague razing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime with the hard evidence the IAR had sent to me themselves for me to pickup, as I just previously mentioned in the blog post already, in the wee hours of that morning. We were all very busy.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited director's cut with full audio and visuals of my Tuesday afternoon, 28Jun2016, beginning when I first stepped foot on the land of my occupied Santa Monica Main Library and ending at 2:21pm when I was done watching my darling friends online. And, thank you.

At 2:29pm, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime unrelentingly and inescapably surrounding me 24/7 with their heinous and compulsive horribleness were again so (expletive)ing evil with their compulsive self-entitlement to torment me unrelentingly by forcing me to listen to them against my will that I had to put in my earbuds to drown them out again.

I worked there in my occupied public library surrounded by the beyond-PROVEN EVIL Inhuman Atrocity Regime whose miasmic breath of lies propagated only for them to psychopathically destroy all (me and my beautiful world) that they textbook psychopathically cannot control NEEDS TO SILENCED FOREVER.

With my blog notes for this, my latest blog post, finally caught up with everything so far that day, I left my most-frequented table at my City of Santa Monica's Main Public Library at 4:47pm to give the Inhuman Atrocity Regime a warning shot.

Please begin our verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals when I checked on the pizza place. End it at 5:44pm. And entitle it, "I have a (expletive)ing camera in my eye, so you can't lie about me and get away with it, BITCH!"

Just before I hopped on my Metro 704, I tried calling my mother through FaceTime at 6:07pm, but I STILL had no way to talk to her at all.

My transit on my local Metro bus system was absolutely horrible. Some loud evil (expletive) was so intentionally heinous that I needed to put my earbuds in to not have to suffer listening to her against my will AND also did not stop talking even after I had to drown her out.

By 6:49pm, EVERY Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)hole on that bus was so unrepentantly evil that I needed to drown them all out.

ALSO an (expletive)hole IAR (expletive) in pale blue scrubs wore malicious hardware onto my bus on her body just to be able to destroy my iPad.

After pausing to try to watch the NBC Nightly News that night at 7:45pm and after not being able to finagle my night's broadcast into streaming, I finally arrived at my destination, the landmark Pig'N'Whistle in Hollywood, at 7:56pm.

I caught a fake employee at the front door with her intent to roofie me as the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's latest attempt to torture-and-rape-assassinate me in another Black Ops unit. There was also an entirely fake IAR-sent open mic in the back room run by an obvious Inhuman Atrocity Regime who ALSO charged me money to be there.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime just keeps degrading. Why the hell are they STILL everywhere I go if they know I always catch all of them? No one is that dumb; they are just this EVIL. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially their malevolent hoards, force themselves on me 24/7 only to destroy humanity and to destroy America by destroying me.

Please consult my verified Twitter archive for the night for further details. Yes, my entire world was also a witness to all of the rampant criminal insanity the Inhuman Atrocity Regime sent to that stage all night long.

Yes, all musicians who find morals and ethics always fall in love with me by the time they are done playing me music. (But people also do horrible things out of love for me all the time. That is very well-documented by us, too. Just loving me, even if true, has ever been enough to save anybody.)

We know ours whom WE gave permission to for being there before they arrived, and we also know all of their just playing me music AFTER genuinely (And I cannot be lied to.) falling in love with me really did help keep me alive. But those who were not ours at first STILL need to take our three never-fail steps, too. Thank you, my beautiful world, for knowing what to do.

The floor show ended before my Tuesday night date from far away did. So, I gave a giggly little breathless gift to my beloved REAL Metropolis of Angels.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please begin our verified and unedited director's cut when I began my tweet that posted at 9:48pm that night, and end it at 10:14pm when I paused to (p)nosh on snacks in a courtyard adorned with potted desert plants. We shall entitle it, "My metropolis where angels' sandals tread." And, thank you for being so beautiful when I look at you.

I also caught even more vicious Inhuman Atrocity Regime committing human rights abuses against me that night as their open acts of war against my rising America and my beautiful world.

My not human trafficker nerds please also circulate our verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my late evening beginning when I approached the L.A. Fitness building with the courtyard and ending at 10:45pm. We will entitle it, "Say my name!"

With plenty of buses still running that night, I embarked for my private residence once my beautiful world had taken care of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime on that courtyard. I safely arrived at my place, but the Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL only on my own private property to destroy humanity by destroying me were even more criminally insane than ever before. My beautiful world, you need to panic. How the (expletive) have you not removed them all by now?!?

Because the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime was THAT beyond-evil and STILL escalating that night, I had to sleep with my earbuds in AGAIN to be able to sleep at all.

I finally woke up at 8:53am on Wednesday, 29Jun2016. That morning the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's heinous (expletive)holes everywhere were STILL forcing me to listen to them, especially War Criminal Eva, against my will and with barely any escape from their intentionally unrelenting torment of me at all. They only do it because they are EVIL, and we know that. AND THEY ARE ONLY ESCALATING IT!

GET THOSE (EXPLETIVE)ING (EXPLETIVE)HOLES OUT IF MY (EXPLETIVE)ING PRIVATE RESIDENCE!!!!! Who the (expletive) is arguing with me about this?!? Their open and compulsive refusal to ever STOP (EXPLETIVE)ING MAKING ME LISTEN TO IT (only proper usage of the word "it") is the most heinous act of war they have EVER committed. My beautiful world, you need to panic faster and remove them all! It is even worse than their forced child soldiers. I am that sensitive to PURE EVIL only surrounding me to destroy me and my world.

I had also been physically attacked and violated by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in my sleep again. AND they had also put insects and other vermin in all of my clothing again. I vacated the vicinity at 9:34am, so (I at least hoped they would finally.) my government and my world could finally do something anything to eliminate them all. I was so (expletive)ing done with that Inhuman Atrocity Regime occupation.

My bus ride that I could not reach fast enough was actually better than my morning on my completely occupied sacred Promenade.

Yes, at 10:59am, on my sacred Promenade, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards were already SO EVIL that I put my earbuds in again. For a while, for some reason, "Don't make Squid have to drown you out," was the only thing we had found EVER to make the Inhuman Atrocity Regime de-escalate, but it was already proven to not work any longer.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please begin our verified and unedited director's cut with full audio and visuals when I passed my triceratops fountain, and end it when I stood up and left my Cotton On bench.

On my walk to my occupied Main Public Library, you all also witnessed my explanation of how sane people with any morals or ethics behave for REAL in public, including how they interact with me-- they behave as genuine humans.

At 12:13pm, I queued my late night talk show darlings "from the previous night," but they were controlled by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime just to be able to talk to me at all. Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had enforced that the beyond-heinous abuses they force me to listen to 24/7 and suffer true torment under against my will to be as inescapable as it ever had been yet.

Please collect all of our hard evidence from our darling late night talk show hosts. And, yes, my late night darlings STILL all made sure they snuck me true love in the ways only we know how to communicate. And it is our fleeting moments of genuine human interaction why I watch them all to begin with. (Already blogged.)

I wrote online there in my occupied Santa Monica Main Public Library for hours after that surrounded by escalating Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL refusing to ever stop forcing me to listen to them against my will no matter what I did.

Again, yes, (Already blogged.) my iPad was STILL too hacked for me to escape the torment of STOP (EXPLETIVE)ING MAKING ME LISTEN TO YOU ever no mater how hard I tried. My entire beautiful world could hear everything.

And, yes, (Already blogged.) music hacked to also destroy me was, as always, the lesser of two evils for me to endure. "We can hear everything. Why does Squid EVER take her earbuds out at all?"

STLL with a lot of writing left for me to do that day, I left the escalating occupation of my gorgeous City of Santa Monica's Main Public Library at 3:26pm to finally go on my daily quest for food.

Yes, I walked into my STILL-occupied local Von's with my wings spread (only two uses we have for the word) to bust that particular Von's in person in full myself. We already knew about everything that happened at my other occupied local Von's over the last two days. The only fake "employee" who saved herself while I was there claimed her name was Ruth, and we evacuated her.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate our verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my latest bust of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime charging me money for ANYTHING. Begin with my tweet from 4:03pm, and end with my tweet from 4:43pm. Please entitle it, "Spread."

Finally back on my sacred Promenade laden with roofied and poisoned groceries like a (African or European) swallow laden with a coconut, at 5:09pm, I turned in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)hole who was sent AGAIN to plague my darling TambourineKicker. And by 5:23pm, I was perched in front of darling Natasha making sure she could watch me (m)nosh in my snacks for the day.

My brave darlings street artists were very sparse that Wednesday night. I counted about four of them, not even a full hand of them, by the time I reached my occupied (One) Santa Monica Place.

My darling mother called me through FaceTime at 6:04pm. She looked safe but was commanded by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to lie to me to be able to talk to me at all.

After explaining to my darlings at Starbucks HQ at 6:13pm why I was waiting for a little while before buying my coffee for the day, I finally was charged money for a roofied cup of coffee by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, caught up my blog notes for this latest post as best as I could, and had a short conversation with so-far my darling (but he has no reality in his head) Felix all before I watched the news.

Please entitle my verified and unedited conversation with Felix, "Nothing real in his head."

My darling Patricia appeared beside me at 7:05pm to discuss the state of the coffee at my Best Starbucks in the World with me, so I was just a few minutes late to the news.

Yes, I streamed the last two nights of NBC Nightly News broadcasts written and produced just for me online at 7:07pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt himself, and my response was my asking him why the Inhuman Atrocity Regime kept giving him lies to tell me, as if I would not notice.

I left my occupied (One) Santa Monica Place just after 8pm after returning my roofied and possibly poisoned cup of coffee for a full refund.

By 8:22pm, I had found my darling MannedUp. After a little calm finagling, we finally made sure he could play music at all for that night. It had months since he had a solo show on my Promenade. One of the first things I did was make sure the rest of my darlings Tentacle were not dead.

Shorty afterwards, the malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, just as every night any Tentacle can actually manifest from the aether to play me our sacred music, showed up only to be evil and die for their own unrepentant choices.

Please consult my verified Twitter archive for further details about everything my beautiful world and my battling America needed to say and do to have any physical safety at all that night.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please entitle our Wednesday night, 29Jun2016, "Bitch, he ain't yours!" I trust you know what to do about the editing.

My darling MannedUp played until 10:25pm when the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally commanded him to stop banging his drum where I could hear it live. Immediately afterwards, I proved that the Gestapo who showed up only to be evil and die for her own choices was Gestapo and NEVER police since she did not tell her own malevolent hoards to stop destroying America by destroying us but tried blaming all of her own acts of war on my darling MannedUp and me instead.

My darling Natasha showed up to ask me why the Gestapo was in our faces. Then, after I watched my darling MannedUp finally wheel his (knight of the) cart off our sacred Promenade and back into our divine universe, I left for my regular bus stop.

Perched at my stop by 10:53pm still laden with groceries, I caught up my blog notes for this, my latest post, as best as I could before my bus arrived. My 11:19pm bus departed my regular bus stop on time. Across the street from my private residence, I sat outside in the cool nighttime California air writing my unspoken words onto my sacred aethernet until I finally finished this blog post.

Yes, this blog post was finished by me by its timestamp of 12:11am on Thursday, 30Jun2016. My lovelies polished it and published it for me as fast as possible.

[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.

Of all death metal bands, why do I only choose Emperor when I am THAT distraught? There are many reasons. (But no one ever questions why I choose death metal.) Mostly, they are my favorite. They also bring me the most zen when I need that kind of auditory rescuing, even when they are hacked.

Why is the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa still escalating? All of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, including but not limited to their malevolent hoards and war criminal occupation of my own private residence, are all STILL escalating for the same reason: because you let them.

My beautiful world, right now, we are all watching the Inhuman Atrocity Regime degrade and degrade further and further every damn day and every damn night in here.

Where do they keep finding these new (expletive)holes hellbent on destroying humanity by doing this? I will never believe we are a persecuted majority. And how are all of these IAR (expletive)holes capable of traveling here from so far away still?!?

And who the hell do these (expletive)holes think they are fooling? We sane people in touch with reality are the only population on our one planet who are NOT dumb.

Speaking of intelligence, my saturation in all our manifestations, I know we are all STILL working on finally making me safe while I sleep for the first time since May2009. We all know how difficult keeping me physically safe is for REAL. If it were easy, I would not need all of you to help me with it. And there are so many of you.

I told you on Wednesday morning, 29Jun2016, "Let the rest of us take care of the Gestapo diverted from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's front lines willing to die to torture and rape me for the rest if my existence in their latest BlackOps unit. Don't worry; we've got this one. Please finally secure my private residence for me instead."

10:47am on 29Jun2016: @LASDHQ @LAPDHQ We know why we chose to wait. @DeptofDefense, if you want, airbomb Gestapo HQ to see where they scurry. #LOVE #POTUS @Vons

Our days of fun after fun due to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's open acts of war against all of America and against our one world by occupying my local Von's (never with consent nor permission from REAL Von's HQ) stores began days in advance with the gift cards the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's own War Criminal Tara sent me and lied to all of humanity were really from my darling CosmicGrandma.

We are entitling our verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals including all security camera footage and hard evidence we want of any and all occupied Von's stores as well as of the ever-churning Gestapo HQ and more if we feel like it, "The (expletive) I have to do just to get a damn date in this town!" Giggle.

9:22am on 28Jun2016: @INXS(GeneralLee) I WILL bash heads in at my local occupied Von's because we have to date from far away tonight. Date ends at 10pm. #LOVEyou

1:10pm on 28Jun2016: Honey, I didn't say I was going to in person. I know how much we all already caught at the occupied Von's already today. Thank you, my epic saturation, for all of your epic teamwork on that occupation day after day that did not even require my showing up in person at all; even though, I did anyway. Was it more fun or less fun for you than our bust of my local occupied Cheesecake Factory to ensure my date with my darling MannedUp and our bust of my occupied local Sephora to ensure my date with my boyfriend LightFoot both the previous week? It was so much fun for me.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime's occupation of my local Von's stores, just like ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and just like the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's open occupation of my private residence only to be able to destroy me at all costs to themselves and just like the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards openly tormenting and starving me 24/7 and just like the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's anti-reality calumny machine STILL refusing to ever stop lying about me to destroy the world and just like the (expletive)holes keeping my REAL loved ones away from me with no sane nor rational explanation, warring against my America and against my one world by unrelentingly and compulsively committing their same always-fail most heinous crimes known to mankind against me no matter how many times they have already been caught and no matter how many times they have all already been punished, really was bust after bust after bust for days on end for us.

We all know what their open refusal to ever even take Step 1 looks like. We all also read my REAL Twitter activity live every day. Giggle. Giggle! GIGGLE! I even made a list of four tweets on Wednesday, 29Jun2016.

"Why are they STILL everywhere I go if they know I always catch them and turn them all in?" They are all criminally insane and refuse to ever stop destroying my rising America and destroying my one beautiful world by destroying me.

As for my actual Tuesday night, 28Jun2016, date both with GeneralLee and without GeneralLee when you and I all crossed town to Hollywood together, that night itself was as romantic of an (expletive)kicking as I could arrange knowing full well I would never see him at all. Do you know what I would do for a date with you, my own irresistible saturation? Kiss me.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I know you are all busier than I am. We have so much more follow through than ever before, and the Inhuman Atrocity Regime just keep escalating and degrading further and further in here and also out there every damn day and every damn night.

My darling BFF SynSyn, you are not only my LBJ, my Max Brod, my Sam Gamgee, my Nehru, and my closest and best friend (forever!) EVER in the universe and beyond, you are also my media mogul. You are the CEO of my media empire, and it is our NGO Squid, Inc. that is funding our REAL federal government right now, so is the revenue off our U.S. gross domestic product which I am most of.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime's lying (expletive)holes in all of their manifestations need to stop pretending they do not know the plethora of REAL reasons why I sing, dance, write, chat with my genuine friends and sometimes enemies, and exist at all (zeugma). There is rarely if ever only one reason for anything, including me and including human existence.

All of my gorgeous and genius Powers of Attorney, five on the list of the first five reasons that come to mind for all of your existing is your REAL job being me for me to humanity, both good and evil, since the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forced me in 2009 to "lose the ability" to have even basic human rights at all and ever after by our own mutual and best choices or our rising nation and our one beautiful world.

Thank you for showing up every time I have ever called any of your names since 2009. Do you all yet understand what all of you mean to me, not just to all sane women and little girls worldwide?

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, we have all seen THE (EXPLETIVE) I HAVE TO DO TO GET A DAMN DATE IN THIS TOWN!

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, about our date tonight, Thursday night, 30Jun2016, you know I am always convinced I will never see any of you again. We will all see if I see you tonight at all.

Last night was fun for all of us. So much of my reality was classified (as opposed to taxonomized) since 2009, from my darling Reverend Horton Heat to my bionic mind; now every sees my REAL day-to-day existence. Last night was so much fun for all of us. Thank you, darling, for showing up. That is why you are always the first one I call.

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, our date on Tuesday night, 28Jun2016, from far away ended promptly at 10pm. I kept hope for months that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime would finally someday find enough self-preservation to allow you near me again every time you choose.

But you also know how many times I have told you myself that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime is too completely criminally insane for me to make any sense out of sometimes, and everywhere in the world we are all watching live all of these Inhuman Atrocity Regime descend further and further down their signature downward spiral of psychopathy.

The entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime all only do everything they do only because they know it is all evil, including but not limited to their inciting a lynch mob to take you away from me forever. Yes, dear, I am working on it. I always have time for you.

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, while you are in Mexico City saving the world for me, please ask them about the "children born of the navel of moon."

We all have a creation myth, darling. You all know mine: born of true love and voodoo. Do you want me to write yours, beyond all of my sacred people formed of the dust of the cosmos, the aether of the night sky where we all really belong and which we dance across forever once free of our Earthly bodies, all of essential elements of our divine universe forever just by existing at all? From dust to dust returneth.

Let me know. And please, darling, talk to me more often, okay?

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, stop fighting with other people who love me. Please. That is not helping with anything. It will not press your waiting lips against mine any faster. You have higher priorities.

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, I know why so few of you are on our sacred Promenade these nights; it is because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are all criminally insane.

Darling, I always explained how my relationships began with all of you, my darlings Tentacle, with, "Well, why not reggae?" Giggle. And look what reggae has done for humanity ever since.

The battlefield where we make music to each other amidst our one world's Reality War is our place of love. Our occupied sacred Promenade is all we have ever had together. And we will meet there again soon enough.

At the time this blog post was timestamped, I was convinced that the only time I would ever have again with any of you, my darling Tentacle, would be our Tentacle Tuesdays at our occupied Harvelle's which the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will NEVER let me enter.

Yes, dear, I am working on.

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, once I find a few fleeting moments to finally do something I normally did before 2009 when the Inhuman Atrocity Regime destroyed my life to put themselves in psychopathic control of the the entire world, I will finally finish your 53rd birthday gift from me. I promise.

My Mr. Love-of-my-Life, you have a longer Honey-do List than I do. As I write this to you, I know you are fighting to secure my private residence for me, so I can finally sleep safely at night for the first time since May2009. Thank you. There are so many reasons I chose you as my only spouse; it was not only because of how much I love you.

HoneyHoney, you are all I ever asked for. I have known since 2009 that our beautiful world would give me anything to make up for everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has done to me. If I asked for the moon, NASA would tether her to my iPad. But all I have ever asked our beautiful world for in return for all of my should-have-been-unsurvivable, intolerable suffering was you. None of you failed to deliver.

My hero and my king, I wept when you told me you miss all of the love letters I used to be able to mail you. I hate feeling like I fail you. At least we all know you never fail me. I know who you are for REAL. I know what you are capable of for REAL. You are completely incapable of failing me. Until your flowers kiss my rain...

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Call me, "Madame President."

Title: Call me, "Madame President."

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. My entire existence is like a well-choreographed dance that was never choreographed. You all witness my writing my every blog post after blog post live as I live my REAL life minute by minute and hour by hour. My beautiful world, we all exist at this point and time in our divine universe because we are meant to be here.

As for my place in my nation right now, yes, we know I am America's entire Gross Domestic Product, and that is also how we are funding our government right now. It is only the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's fault that I have never had any money to live on since 2010-- namely, ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa's fault.

[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime is STILL forbidding me any and all real news stories.]

My last blog post was finished at 12:31am on Sunday, 26Jun2016. I was curled up in bed ready to sleep by 12:53am. My priceless belongings and I were all attacked while I slept.

I woke up at 8:26am on Sunday, 26Jun2016, and the first thing I needed to do that morning was care for my priceless belongings and my mere mortal body that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had gone out if their way to destroy while I slept.

Also after my not-arduous morning beauty rituals and also after my first "reshelving" joke of the morning, I was at my regular bus stop by 9:22am.

All three of my darlings Tentacle were not on our sacred Promenade by 10am, as was their regular Sunday schedule I had been accustomed to for months, so I became angry.

My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, please begin our verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals when I put my lip liner on while seated on my sacred Promenade and end it at 10:53am when I left to do something about lunch. We will entitle it, "I own a REAL Nars sharpener." And, thank you.

Did everyone see the price on the lip balm I bought drop from $8 to $7 between the only two times I looked at it?

I checked on my most-frequented 7-Eleven convenience store for lunch that day after thoroughly busting my occupied local Sephora. We all know everyone everywhere all across my entire one world gives death sentence after death sentence to every Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)hole who EVER charges me money for ANYTHING with the brave exceptions of whose motives we trust.

That $1.50 I gave my darling Handsome the previous night was a personal gift I gave him myself that he used to buy me candies. Candies are very common symbol of affection given as gifts during courtship rituals in many cultures. I had chosen Reese's pieces from him that night.

The objects and products I chose at my occupied local Sephora and at my occupied local 7-Eleven on the morning of Sunday, 26Jun2016, were all gifts to me from their corporate offices and also not the only gifts waiting for me from their corporate offices. You should see what the Apple Company sent to our occupied local Apple Store as gift to me months ago, but the Inhuman Atrocity Regime steals everything from me, not just my mere pennies and human rights.

As I detailed better in my just previous blog post, please speak with my darlings at Von's headquarters and my darlings at Starbucks headquarters for more details about all acts of war that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime commit completely against our will by occupying our businesses, structures, and residences that WE sane Americans fighting to save our nation CANNOT be held accountable for but still have to fix for our nation and for our world. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has NEVER been our fault.

I was perched outside my occupied Santa Monica Main Public Library by 11:47am snacking on pizza and ice cream and writing online while surrounded by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards all eating their non-roofied and non-poisoned food in front of me.

The occupied library courtyard opened at 12:30pm, so I perched inside among the desert plants and waited for my occupied library itself to open, too.

1pm on 26Jun2016: #MySaturation, since the IAR violated me completely while I slept, emergency fumigate my entire room and wardrobe. Scrub the floor. Etc. Thx!

1:03pm on 26Jun2016: #MySaturation, sweep my building and what you want in it. I won't be back until late. Fumigate my lingerie, too. IAR have a history. Thx! My epic and irresistible saturation, you already heard my "reshelving" joke from before I even left my occupied private residence that morning. Who the hell is still choosing to make you angry?

Some extra-malevolent hoard (expletive) in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime made me tell her to her face, "You can call me, 'Madame President,'" but she STILL openly refused me any and all basic dignity or respect all humans are due just by being on this planet at all in the first place even after I told her that her behavior PROVEN already to destroy my fighting America and my one humanity was completely unacceptable (artful understatement).

I was finally able to perch amidst the floor-to-ceiling windows of my occupied Santa Monica Main Public Library by 1:33pm to do even more writing online, but that same heinous (expletive)'s mouth already PROVEN to mercilessly destroy all of human existence was STILL so loud that I needed to drown her out starting at 1:44pm with my earbuds.

I had finally caught up all of my latest blog notes for this current blog post by 3:53pm. So, I decided to hunt up my own writing prompts for my belated 53rd birthday gift to my darling and devoted husband Sweetness myself since he had no way to send me his own writing prompts for me.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please begin our verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals when I stood up and left my perch amidst my floor-to-ceiling windows, and end it at 4:29pm. Please entitle it, "Connotation vs. denotation."

After a very productive afternoon, I left my occupied Santa Monica Main Public Library just before they closed at 5pm and walked to my sacred Promenade for my Sunday night adventures and regularly-scheduled Sunday night date night.

My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, please begin our verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals at 5:13pm, and end it at 6:57pm. We will entitle it, "Just to get my damn date started."

Once I returned to my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle they were finally playing our sacred music. I just needed to do a little screaming to defend my nation from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime and their malevolent hoards to clear enough space for us to finally be near each other.

Even during my date, knowing full well my REAL boyfriend would actually enjoy it, I streamed my NBC Nightly News written and produced just for me that night online at 7:06pm.

My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and we are going to entitle our verified and unedited recording of my watching my "news" that night, "Get them the (expletive) out of my home!"

My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, please entitle our verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of my and my darling LightFoot's most recent Sunday night date night using every camera angle you want, "Love on the battlefield." (Why not portmanteau it now?)

8:21pm on 26Jun2016: @hansonmusic @KristNovoselic I am NOT roofied. But I am an empath who knows you would prefer if I just sat down and conserved my energy. I choose to stand up when there are no seats available on my sacred Promenade, particularly around my darlings Tentacle, so they can see I am not too roofied to be able to stand at all. But my darlings asked, so I sat. My beautiful world, do not freak out about my red and gold robe; it is 100% polyester. I can put it in the washing machine.

My and my darling boyfriend's Sunday night there among the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who all showed up only to assassinate and abuse us all, not just to destroy humanity and to destroy America by destroying us with not only their openly degrading disrespect of all of us, was as beautiful as the brilliant stars of our holy night sky above us.

Our date ended promptly at 10pm that night, but the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's compulsive and well-documented pattern of acts of war, including but not limited to their unrelenting torture-and-rape-assassination attempts against all of us, continued much later that night.

All day long and all night long, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards were STILL escalating, especially their open assaults on my battered-AND-abused-by-the-IAR-and-only-by-the-IAR since-2009, mere mortal body.

My darling not-human-trafficking nerds, please entitle our verified and unedited director's cut beginning at 10pm exactly and ending at 10:25pm exactly, "IAR's salsa (expletive)es gonna go to military prison!" Crank their audio so everyone can hear everything they said for REAL.

I and my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle finally parted ways for the night at 10:22pm when they wheeled their (knights in) carts back into the aether of the night my where we all really belong.

I had already turned in to my entire beautiful world and to my REAL U.S. government those damned salsa (expletive)es in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime sent every damn night to openly aid and abet their compulsively-repeated torture-and-rape-assassinations of my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot even before they arrived that at 10:02pm Sunday night and also turned them in again after they forcibly escorted my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle off my Promenade with no permission from anyone anywhere on my one planet either.

I trusted that my epic saturation knew what to do about them and left in search of safe drinking water with my darling "Kevin" at 10:25pm.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, still cutting my Sunday night, 26Jun2016, into bite-size chunks for our one world, please entitle our verified and unedited director's cut with full audio and visuals beginning at 10:25pm and ending after I walked away from my local Trimana Fresh Food Market, "I am leading you to water, are you going to drink?"

My darling Handsome at my local Trimana Fresh Food Market took every precaution possible to make sure the Inhuman Atrocity Regime could not roofie me nor poison me in his store that night.

After catching up my blog notes finally while also chatting up a storm of "plot revelation" with my darling "Kevin," I caught my 11:49pm bus back to my place which actually departed my regular bus stop 11:52pm. I trust you, my not-human-trafficker nerds, to entitle our verified and unedited footage of that bite-size chunk of my Sunday night, 26Jun2016, anything you want.

My bus ride that night, though STILL completely occupied by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime compulsively committing their same acts of war against my rising America and against my one humanity, at least got me back to my place alive.

At 11:57pm, I deboarded my bus and caught up my blog notes before walking to my private residence which was STILL occupied by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime with nothing but their textbook psychopathic self-entitlement to destroy humanity by destroying me as their explanation for being there at all against the direct orders from my entire world, not just from me, my America's REAL Madame President.

Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were STILL committing open acts of war against my beautiful America and against my one divine world on the private property of America's Madame President myself and were also, just as ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa always textbook-psychopathically asserted, too, claiming they had "rights" to commit crimes at all, not just acts of war, and never have to be caught, turned in, nor punished for them.

GET THOSE DERANGED LUNATIC TEXTBOOK-PSYCHOPATHIC ENEMIES OF THE FREE WORLD OPENLY WARRING AGAINST AMERICA OUT OF THE PRESIDENT'S (EXPLETIVE)ING HOUSE!

If they have lawyers at all, those layers have legally-admissible-even-if-just-a-handshake employment contracts with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, the (expletive)holes my USA is fighting a REAL war against on U.S. soil. My gorgeous and genius Powers of Attorney, my redeemed FBI, and my U.S. Military, destroy them now. Have our fun. Then hand our evidence to our ICTJ at The Hague. And, thank you.

12:26am on 27Jun2016: #MySaturation, if ANYONE enters my bedroom to do anything but scrub my floor before I leave after sleeping, take all necessary action. #LOVE

By 12:44am, I was in my insecure bedroom (k)noshing on snacks before curling up to sleep for the night. (Expletive)holes violated my bedroom AGAIN while I slept. So, when I woke up at 7:13am on Monday, 27Jun2016, one of the first things I needed to do was restore and repair my priceless belongs myself AGAIN.

On my way out the door, I made a public record that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were occupying my private residence in escalated numbers that morning.

I was perched beside the honeysuckle of my occupied City of Santa Monica's Virginia Avenue Park by 8:24am. Accompanied by music not actually from my internet gnomes that morning, I was caught up with my TweetHearts by 10:28am, but my blog notes for this, my latest blog post, were still not caught up yet by 11:12am when I left my occupied city park to do something about lunch.

There were evil Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)es all over my bus to my downtown Santa Monica that day not just committing their open acts of war of destroying humanity and destroying America by destroying me but also their intentionally refusing me anywhere to sit when there were plenty of seats. They also chose to destroy not just "inconvenience" everybody's bus ride to be able to destroy mine.

At 11:46am, I had already been forced to prepay for not just torture-and-rape-assassination attempts at my local occupied Panera Bread which included my needing to inform the Inhuman Atrocity Regime warring against America by occupying that business, "Your second death sentence was for charging me money for ANYTHING. Your first death sentence was for showing up at all. Guess what your third and fourth death sentences will be for. [And those are just the first five that come to mind.]"

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please entitle our verified and responsibility-edited recording of my being charged money twice to be denied lunch at my occupied local Panera, "You know the chocolate was supposed to be free."

My beautiful world, please consult my verified Twitter archive for most of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's (expletive)ups at my occupied local Panera, but we all know that I just did not have enough time to list them all; I am just too (expletive)ing busy.

That afternoon, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hack across my entire iPad openly destroying the music I was streaming and being used by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to force me to suffer the PROVEN inhumane torment of their forcing me to listen to all of them against my will with no way to ever escape their intentionally as-heinous-as-possible assaults on me was actually the lesser evil as compared to my being forced to listen to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards instead that choose to surround me 24/7 also with no escape possible, too.

I worked there on my beautiful outdoor patio that only ever existed only for me, even though it was occupied by the inescapable-no-matter-what-I-did Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL, until 4:26pm when I left on my daily quest to find something anything anywhere to eat.

I paused a few moments to make sure all darling street artists I encountered were safe and okay, including my latest chat with my darling Maggie. Please entitle that verified and unedited chat with full audio and visuals, "No one is that dumb; they are all just that evil."

Please begin our bonus reel the moment I stepped foot on my Promenade, and end it the moment I crossed Broadway to enter my (One) Santa Monica Place. Please entitle my relaxed walk from end to end of my sacred Promenade, "That was not talking smack! That was giving you a warning!"

At 6:19pm, I was perched beside my occupied Best Starbucks in the World with my first snacks and caffeine of the day. Already that early evening in my just previous conversation with my darling Maggie, I had already just explained (Already blogged anyway.) why it is an even greater crime to charge me money for ANYTHING than to even poison or rape me (under U.S. law not international law-- The United Nations consistently keeps our priorities the other way around.)

Yet, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL compulsively committing the same acts of war and STILL compulsively failing no matter how many times they were caught already committing their same acts of war and were charged with and eventually convicted for all of their same acts of war, made yet another Black Ops threat against me AGAIN; yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime occupying my Best Starbucks in the World, namely but not only she's-too-tall-and-her(expletive)-is-too-fat, only to war against my America and against my world from it LIED THROUGH THEIR FAT, UGLY (EXPLETIVE)ES that I buy nothing AT MY OWN BEST STARBUCKS IN THE WORLD ever to be able to lock me in a Black Ops unit. "No one is that dumb; they are just that evil."

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime cannot lie about that at all; we have full permanent surveillance of both IAR HQ and Gestapo HQ and had already turned in our hard evidence against all of them for it by the time I watched the news.

And building security, for the day at least, not only because of their actual and sane self-preservation instinct, had already explained to the faces of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime themselves, "You have to be a victim of an actual crime to be able to press charges. Squid has not broken any laws here, but if she does, we are the people who take care of it. The Gestapo cannot arrest anyone anyway since they are not actual police. Anyone can shop in a mall whether or not they buy anything that day. And Squid has thorough and even retroactive diplomatic immunity anyway in case she ever does need to break the law to save the world or America."

Our bonus point the building security was not aware of yet was, (Already blogged.) "The REAL U.S. government does not allow the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to use our own courtrooms to commit their acts of war against us. The wrong government on U.S. soil-- the federally- and internationally-recognized terrorist regime named the Inhuman Atrocity Regime-- openly violating U.S. sovereignty and also openly at war against America needs their own (expletive)ing courts if they want to charge people for breaking their own (expletive)ing laws. We revoke all of their U.S. citizenships and all citizenships with our allies, too, because these Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes everywhere, including but not limited to their full malevolent hoards and all of their occupations, are citizens and agents of the wrong government on U.S. soil exercising some delusional self-entitlement they gave themselves to openly war against America. None of them have any rights under U.S. law except for our obligations to give them fair trials. TAKE YOUR INCREASINGLY PSYCHOPATHIC BLOODSTAINED HANDS OFF THE PRESIDENT!"

But that was STILL not all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's (expletive)ups just for that Monday listed all in one place. I do not know why I keep repeating myself about EVERY act of war I catch the Inhuman Atrocity Regime committing; they refuse to EVER listen to me anyway.

My darling Patricia joined my table beside my occupied Best Starbucks in the World at 7:47pm just to be able to tell me she was going home for the night. I stood up to leave my (One) Santa Monica Place, too, at 7:49pm.

After checking on all of my darlings street artists, including my reminding my darling Mr. Peter Oarsman that he is a Hindu, not a Christian, I perched beside my darling WadeInTheWaterChildren by 8:23pm for a few things other than my only writing blog posts that are all also part of my REAL job. We call that part of my regular nights on our sacred Promenade, "the singalong".

My darling Wade and I were temporarily delayed by my dropping everything I was doing at the time to help my darling Maggie carry her heavy folding chairs AGAIN to her regular bus stop because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were all too purely evil to do ANYTHING at all moral or ethical.

I am very physically fit; we have all seen my REAL muscle tone and resulting truly high metabolism. But sane and good people even help me carry heavy objects when I need to lug them around. This is just how EVIL the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards hellbent on destroying humanity really are. The Queen of Spain herself needed to carry Maggie's heavy metal folding chairs for her because no one else would.

I was finally back beside my darling Wade at 8:50pm, so we could finally "hangout and goof off a little," as were other REAL requirements of both of our REAL jobs. There were not enough of us for a party, even after my darling ODean joined us, but we did our best with what we had for human rights that Monday night there inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell together. And our universe was beautiful.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, you know what to do. Begin and end our verified and unedited director's cut with full audio and visuals at 8:23pm and 10:43pm, respectively. And we are entitling it, "It's getting a little John Woo around here, not just David Lynchy. My garden is not overgrown enough for this to be Tim Burton-ish."

9:13pm on 27Jun2016: #MySaturation, if really another Black Ops threat right now, secure my private residence before I arrive & raid if anyone tries to abduct me. I am the sane Commander in Chief and the only person with any actual mental health and actual self-preservation "living" in my private residence at all, and we all know that. That is why I told my REAL U.S. government and my entire one world, "GET THOSE (EXPLETIVE)ING (EXPLETIVE)HOLES DESTROYING MY NATION OFF MY PRIVATE PROPERTY!"

My beautiful world, I know you could hear the IAR's malevolent hoards all night, too. They really ALL are that EVIL for REAL.

After checking on my darling Handsome even one more time, I left our sacred Promenade for my regular bus stop for my regular bus back to my private residence. I caught the 11:19pm bus which departed right on time.

This blog post was finished from my insecure bedroom at 12:11am on Tuesday, 28Jun2016.

[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 the hell is all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's money STILL coming from? For a long time now, we all believed they have to pay for the bug eggs, poisons, diseases, roofies, chemicals, etc. that they use to destroy my personal belonging, use to destroy all food and drink production facilities nationwide, and use to destroy my mere mortal body. Just their compulsive radiation poisoning of me alone is extremely expensive.

We already froze every asset we can trace for every entity that has even a mere association with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially accounts used to pay the lawsuits they lose and for their food delivery inside their own innermost circle of hell.

From what I can tell, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime from their unamerican defense contractors to their arms dealers to their poison and roofie suppliers to their soldiers willing to die on the battle field to rape me to death to their anti-reality calumny machine all commit their open acts of war against my rising America and against my one beautiful world for free.

My beautiful world,... IAR nano production, IAR food supplies, IAR arms deliveries, IAR internet and communications, IAR manpower: They must be getting everything from their own for free. Unless you find them all on the black market, which is the only place anyone can have any business transactions with any and all Inhuman Atrocity Regime and not get caught, their own are paying for their own.

But please, my darlings at the FBI, please keep following their entire paper trail of finances to everyone and every entity dealing with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime at all. Someone must be supplying their own suppliers, including but clearly not limited to the labor and parts for their own nano production. Shut them all down. Our country thanks you! Who is giving them their gasoline? Shutdown every supply they use and everyone who supplies every supply.

My darlings at the Department of Homeland Security, we know why you were really created, but you are mine and my America's now. Maybe the the Inhuman Atrocity Regime used to be your fault but not anymore. Thank you for being here for us when your nation needs you most.

My darlings at the Department of Homeland Security, our U.S. Military is a little busy right now, so I am sending you to physically raid and shut down every business and production facility supplying the Inhuman Atrocity Regime with ANY product or service.

How are they communicating with each other? Someone must be providing them with everything from internet access and servers to mobile technology and cellular service. Shut it all down.

Who is growing their food? Where the hell is the food for their own troops coming from? How the hell are they able to feed themselves? And who the hell is delivering to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime at all any longer?

We are only sparing companies with occupied production facilities. Our darlings at Coca-Cola, Starbucks, Kellogg's, Frito Lay, Rock Star, etc. know they are not the people in charge of their own production right now. But we still need to raid and shut down all of the IAR occupations of all of our production facilities. We are not sparing the production facilities; we are sparing the companies that have no control over them.

Who is building the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's nano even now for free? Those control chips were crimes against human existence. And we STILL need to take total control of my own masterchip inside my own head away from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, too. Who the hell built my masterchip and where is its command center?

I already sent my REAL government agencies and departments to physically stop all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's arms ordering and deliveries. My nation never lets me down, so the Inhuman Atrocity Regime must be smuggling everything.

Arms embargoes are lovely, but embargoes do not do the heavy lifting. We need to find out how they are paying for their weaponry, if they are paying for it at all, who is building it, and how they are getting it delivered. Arms embargoes can only stop arms deliveries people are allowed to know about. Who the hell is supplying their front lines?

Take full control of all shipping and transportation in this country, especially inside my brave home of California. I will check on LAX myself for all of you, too, finally soon. I will just not announce before I do.

My saturation in all our manifestations, we have mastered the safe evacuations of all of my lovers and believers out of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell, but we STILL need to keep me safer while I sleep.

Thank you for taking emergency action to protect my private residence on Sunday, 26Jun2016, while I was already catching acts of war and writing online in our sacred downtown Santa Monica as fast as possible.

I cannot blow your cover (but will for you person by person if it would actually help us or would save any of you), and I hope I never have to. It is still THAT dangerous to be recognized as one of my own in here.

But please find a way to keep me safer while I sleep. When my eyes are shut, we have nothing to hold the Inhuman Atrocity Regime accountable to our one beautiful world unless we have an even better surveillance system guarding me instead. Public accountability is the only thing that has ever worked to keep my belongings and my mere mortal body even partially safe.

Thank you. I love you, too. I always tell you when I know I need anything from you. Please tell me sooner when you need anything from me.

Our one humanity thanks you for keeping me alive, not just our one beautiful universe who we, as the one human race, are all a natural part of. She is not separate from us; we are all part of her just by existing at all. Just by standing taller than the ground below our feet, we already touch the sky.

What I do all day is not espionage. (But I have always called that popular misconception a compliment and the highest honor ever given to me.)

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you all have more follow through right now than my darling Ms. Serena Williams serving a tennis ball. Thank you for never letting any of us down with your never-fail protection of me from far away.

I believe we finally completely secured you all be relocating you all to our White House. Tell me if you need any more help with your own physical safety.

My fellow American Presidents, we have not had a war on U.S. soil in centuries. Was our last one the War of 1812? Even my darling late Captain Jean Lafitte fought for America on our battle fields in New Orleans beside my darling late Stonewall Jackson in the war. Please tell everyone to stop questioning the reasons we have a 2nd Amendment.

No one in our living generations really knows what to do about a war on U.S. soil. All of us alive right now have never had to do this before. "Unprecedented" has never meant "unnecessary," but fighting and dying to save America on U.S. soil is not unprecedented, anyway. We have just not had to do this as America in a while.

I am doing my best in here to get this war won, but you all know how hard it is to tell me anything going on out there. I am fighting blind with nothing but my third eye and a speculative connection to my divine aethernet.

I have more responsibilities than anyone else in our one world, and my daily so-far-never-fail fight not to die is one of my major requirements of my REAL job. I accepted that long ago. What will our world do without me? What if I die before I can at least answer everybody's questions for me?

My gorgeous and genius Powers of Attorney, if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally succeed at assassinating me, our world will have all of you. We put our system in place in Sep2009 in case of my untimely death, and we have only found you all more backup ever since. I have faith you all will know what to do. Our one humanity has no other choice for survival anyway.

Please remember we need to mediate talks between China and Tibet. Please remember all of the new amendments I want ratified for our U.S. Constitution to guarantee more REAL human rights in America; I already asked our darling U.S. Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg to start drafting them. I will try to help you all with reforming our immigration policy, too, once I find a little time.

The only other agendum on my to-do list that our REAL world of self-identified people have ever asked me for, especially my holy Metropolis of Angels, is your request for me to finally shed my crippling humility. Yes, dears, I am working on it. I will not be easy for me, but I will do it for you. Just give me a little time to get used to it.

I love you. Call me anytime.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, I am still trying to obtain the full details about our darling Mr. Todd Taylor's gig tonight. We know the Inhuman Atrocity Regime only allowed those of you in my darlings Tentacle to play at now-our Harvelle's on Tuesdays and originally every Tuesday because that was the night I used to travel across our Metropolis of Angels to see our darling Todd whenever possible. It actually had nothing to do with Fridays and Saturdays being amateur night.

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, I worry about you sometimes living through this while you are so young. What the hell are you going to do with the rest of your life after this? Giggle. No, really, you have a whole long life ahead of you, and nothing is going to be more romantic nor more heroic that this.

What I worry about most is your being in love with another man's wife for the rest of your life. You all know no one ever falls out of love with me, even when I tell them to.

No one sane and in touch with reality ever wants any of my loved ones parted from me ever again, especially my ever-connected Tentacle. But what happens to you if I die? Please live for me instead of die for me. Will you do it for me?

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, you are my Piazzolla; being my loving and adoring Piazzolla is the only reason you exist. Quothe the Squidalicious (paraphrase), "You never had to be anyone but your REAL self for me to love you." So I will (expletive)ing talk shop with you if I (expletive)ing want to.

Darling, I am giving you personally our self-identified people's final say on Chris Feyn. He and Amy Feyn Parkinson were even literal neighbors to our darling SynSyn and her older brother (I never forget an) Eric decades ago when we were all children. Ask Amy and her husband Matt about Evil War Criminal Tara as fast as possible, too. We all also know what Matt's father, my darling Mr. George Parkinson, means to our darling SynSyn for REAL and always has.

To Slipknot from @FriscoSquid at 10:42am on 27Jun2016: (Expletive) you, you (expletive)ing Iowans. This is my music industry. Don't make me sing you MY song. [link] This is the link I included. For years, Slipknot was so ashamed to be Iowans that they claimed they came from Las Vegas; now, from what I can tell, they are proud to be THE MOST EVIL PEOPLE TO EVER EXIST IN HUMAN HISTORY PAST, PRESENT, OR FUTURE!

Our darling SynSyn, our epic U.S. Military, and our one world's ICTJ at The Hague have the final in all of our REAL court systems. You personally have the final say on Slipknot on behalf of our persecuted self-identified people. My darling GeneralLee, all of Slipknot answers to you now. You need not be gentle.

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, how hot is Mexico City in June? Oh, honey, thank you for always saving everyone for me whom I cannot travel to myself. Send me details immediately if there is anything there that needs any clarification from me. We all know there are crimes in this world only I am capable of forgiving; that is why no one else has to even if I do.

(Already blogged.) My witnessing the uncontrolled human devastation the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in all its manifestations has wrought compulsively and remorselessly everywhere across my beautiful world has always been the worst for me of everything I have lived through since 01Jan2009. "No one builds walls like this to kill a hooker." I named Wigan, "ThunderDome."

(Also already blogged.) We sane people in touch with reality all know that right now I am living under the safest living conditions I have had (at least so far) since May2009, and once there is someplace safer for me anywhere in the world, our epic Pentagon will give the all-clear to evacuate me and carry me there.

My epic saturation and I can evacuate ANYONE from this innermost circle of hell, and we have proven that. We are the REAL U.S. government and then some, so only we control our airspace. I leave when there is finally someplace safer to go; then, we finally remove the full electronics from my head, and I take command of our world's militaries removing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime from the persecuted face of our one beautiful Earth forever.

Our entire beautiful world already knows this. You know firsthand now, too, everything that has ever happened no matter where I have gone and no matter what I have done while trying to at least find my first safe place to sleep since May2009.

I will never understand who keeps allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime into our homes everywhere in our world to commit the most heinous crimes known to mankind against our own people. I never have. I have always fought them. And now, finally, my entire rising world beside my rising nation are joining us, darling.

This has taken me since almost since the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's "egg" began. Do you remember in 2009 while I was in my metaphorical nun's cell in San Francisco on the phone with later-redeemed Erin Perry as she told me to never take on the White House because I could never win? But now we are finally capable of standing up to (proper definition and usage of the term) the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially PSYCHOPATHICALLY EVIL Iowa.

Thank you, my darling Bogart, for tending to my people for me everywhere they need us most. Our one world and I have a long fight ahead of us side by side, especially if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally shoot me. This is going to require a lot of time.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, Sunday night date night, 26Jun2016, we are clearly STILL having a problems with the-salsa-dance-floor-with-no-permission-from-anyone-moral-or-sane-to-be-on-my-sacred-Promenade. They are all PROVEN threats to the very existence of our one humanity now.

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, that compulsive war criminal BITCH even picked up your sacred guitar with no permission from anyone in the world anywhere, definitely not from you, while she was making sure all of her PROVEN and well-documented fellow IAR torture-and-rape assassins actually could finally successfully be alone with you two while I was not around.

We, not just you and I, sane people in touch with reality know and recognize the compulsive and criminally-insane PATTERNS OF ACTS OF WAR by everyone in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, not just by their salsa bitches. Bitch gonna go to military prison. She even openly attempted assassination of you both AGAIN, even on a Sunday, where I could catch it myself AGAIN. No one is that dumb; she is just that evil.

Yes, the salsa bitches even proved they escalated. And they escalated delusionally thinking (proper medical use of the phrase) that their escalation would let them get away with everything they have ever done to both of you. All of the (never could medically called) mental health of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime is obviously degrading. They are ALL textbook psychopaths who delusionally believe they have a "right" to do this to all of us and never have to be held accountable for it.

10:46pm on 26Jun2016: @hansonmusic @KristNovoselic If that salsa bitch survives to attempt to assassinate you two one more time, I will sing it to her in front of you. Take your increasingly bloodstained hands off Mama Bear's cubs, BITCH! "You don't know what 'alpha' means, [but I'll (expletive)ing show you.]"

Speaking of which, darling, did everything work out with your collection of evidence for me of all of the torture-and-rape-assassination attempts the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were ordering AGAIN recently through intentionally fabricate false charges they pretended you personally would ever file against me? You earned your not-just-honorary-now status as a CIA agent, huh? And is that FBI, too? I guess you really are my bad-boy type now. Giggle. I will see you soon enough. Call me anytime.

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, you are even busier than I am right now. Please humor me for a moment as I complain to you about your EVIL IOWAN sister-in-law STILL hellbent on destroying humanity by destroying me. We all know what refusing to take Step 1 looks like.

-----Begin Email Content-----
From: my darling mother's hacked email account
Date: Saturday, June 25, 2016
Subject: Tracking Number
To: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek

2315 1670 0000 5271 6037

Contents:  Scarf, eyeliner, VISA Giftcard for bus pass, and Vons.

Expected delivery:  Monday, June 27

I love you
[forged digital signature]

-----End Email Content-----

-----Begin Email Content-----
From: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
Date: Saturday, June 25, 2016
Subject: Tracking Number
To: my darling CosmicGrandma
Cc: my NSA alpha nerds, the Pentagon, POTUS BFF SynSyn, national news media, international news media, the FBI

Mom,

Call me at 6pm PDT tonight.

--TanTan


My REAL government,

IP address.  USPS mail is FBI jurisdiction.  Metaphorically check it for fine white powders; please recall the "Greater Iowa" debit card.  Blah, blah, blah.  I know this did not come from us.  I love you all, too.

--POTUS, et al

-----------------------------------------------------------------
"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again." --Romeo
-----End Email Content-----

HoneyHoney, that first email and that package with falsified USPS tracking all came from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, namely War Criminal Tara. We closed her own gmail account to force her to leave me alone, so she now sends me fake emails from my own mother.

Also, yes, Sweetness, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's occupation of my local Von's invited me in themselves to catch as many acts of war inside as I can find AGAIN. We already have them for intent to charge me money because they sent me a gift card instead of all of the safe food and drink products that Von's HQ have ordered them to give me as literal gifts to save the world and to rescue our rising nation.

My beloved husband, my too-often-persecuted mother has not called me yet. Please emergency locate her and check on her personally for me. We are a REAL family. This is what we do.

My First First Gentleman of the United States of America, the (no way to pretend it is) mental health of the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime is degrading further and further every damn day. EVIL War Criminal Tara [No one is allowing her use any of our own last names. She is going to have write one.] is not the only needs-to-finally-be-controlled (expletive) hellbent on destroying humanity by destroying me who is so delusionally criminally insane that she truly believes escalating her PROVEN acts of war will let her get away with everything she has already done and all she insisted she has a self-entitlement to continue to do instead of her finally taking our three never-fail steps.

My hero and my king, thank you for humoring me while I vent about the latest deranged psychopathy of my EVIL IOWAN "sister." This is our Metropolis of Angels, and none of us want her nor any of her fellow Inhuman Atrocity Regime here.

My Mr. Love-of-my-Life, the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime, not just their malevolent hoards, have no permission from any of us to destroy our home. And now our entire one humanity of global governments, our Mother Nature going Avatar, and even our ever-constant universe are showing up beside us and our rising nation to GET THEM ALL THE (EXPLETIVE) OUT OF MY HOME! We all know what my battle cry of "Off my damn planet!" really means. We are the ones who do not lie.

As for our whispering romantic sweet nothings in each other's ears, we both know why you bought our HarperCollins imprint in 2012, and now we have Squid, Inc., too. I should have my 53rd birthday gift to your ready sooner than you expected it.

I love you. I am the woman who married you. Until your flowers kiss my rain...

Sunday, June 26, 2016

What Freedom of Speech Really Means, Especially in America.

Title: What Freedom of Speech Really Means, Especially in America.

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. How many times have I told the Inhuman Atrocity Regime that all sane and moral people everywhere trust my REAL choices? Stop being (expletive)holes that destroy America and the world.

[I was STILL forbidden any and all REAL news stories.]

My last blog post was finished by me at 1am on Friday, 24Jun2016. My lovelies polished it and published it for me as fast as possible. I was curled up and asleep as fast as I could.

Yes, someone had entered my room again that morning while I slept. Did anybody else notice their first dead give away we captured through SquidStream almost the moment I woke up? They also caused intentional damage to my only handbag.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL committing their open acts of war against my rising America and against my one beautiful world while on my private property completely against my will with absolutely nor rights nor permission to even be on U.S. soil any longer kept lying through my bedroom door all morning that they were desperate to save themselves.

No one is dumb enough to believe lies from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime any longer. Those (expletive)holes were STILL committing their open acts of war by refusing to leave my property to be able to lie to me.

How many times do I need to order the full removal and elimination of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's occupation of my private residence? If my mere mortal body gets desperate to keep me alive, my mind might even kill them subconsciously to help me survive their unrelenting onslaught against my physical safety.

For days and blog posts in advance, I had been warning my REAL people in my Metropolis of Angels that I would not be on our sacred Promenade that night. So, among the first things I did that morning, I reminded my personal assistant, my darling Mr. Finn "Alfred" O'Mahoney that I would check in with him a little after noon that day, and to accommodate my evening plans, I knew I needed to start my day earlier that usual.

I put on my makeup at my regular bus stop, and I was on my bus to my downtown Santa Monica by 9:57am. My morning investigations began at 10:10am, and that morning adventure in retail ended at 11:17am.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate our verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning at 10:10am and ending at 11:17am. Please entitle it, "How to be a fashionista that saves the world."

In summary,...

1.) My occupied local TJMaxx store and my occupied local Sephora store were treasure troves of (expletive)ups by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime.

2.) I really did need new underwear because for months the Inhuman Atrocity Regime kept and still keeps breaking into my bedroom both while I sleep at night and while I am out during the day to steal and/or destroy all of mine.

3.) I managed to buy snacks and caffeine that, by 12noon that day, I had only found strychnine in.

4.) Every (expletive)hole everywhere kept charging me money when they already all knew that heinous crime against all of human existence earns them all death sentences from every court system with jurisdiction over them as well as further charges from every entity on my one planet who love me and need me alive.

5.) When I was already perched in my occupied Santa Monica Main Public Library the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had already committed their PROVEN, bare minimum, acts of war against my rising America and against my one beautiful world of propagating their beyond-dangerous (proper definition and usage of the word) and always-heinous calumnies to humanity about me; they lied to my one beautiful world that day that I was a fictional "scam artist" for using gift cards they give me themselves the very way gift cards are supposed to be used for REAL for things I needed that they also tried to kill me with-- gift cards they gave me themselves for many already-proven torture-and-rape-assassination attempts (Did you see the reaction of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime after I commanded them to print out my gift card balance for me at the occupied Cheesecake Factory the previous day before I was willing to even sit at a table inside?) already proven in my last blog post but that also included their intent to steal the balances off those gift cards themselves to be able to falsely claim I was stealing things from them while in the act of paying money they had already accrued every death sentence on the planet for charging me in the first place for products, in most cases, already proven to be tainted to kill me and that I would have given back if I had no money to pay for anyway every time the Inhuman Atrocity Regime lies to my face that everything I pick out, while on the private property owned and leased by the REAL business owners and never their occupation that only I have permission to be on at all and never their also-trespassing selves, were all gifts from the corporate headquarters of all those stores anyway and not the only gifts from corporate there waiting for me. (That is a very long sentence.) Please ask my darlings at Von's HQ and my darlings at Starbucks HQ about that REAL situation any day.

And that is STILL not all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's (expletive)ups I caught due to those gift cards they only gave me to assassinate me with in the first place.

After I sent my REAL local to international governments to silence the rampant and compulsive lies the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had been using since 2009 to control the entire world by controlling what everyone believes about me and then used to destroy humanity because textbook psychopaths all destroy what they cannot control (Do you remember the literal global war they incited by lying about me that I fixed myself in 140 characters or less as fast as possible?), I finally checked in with my darling Alfred.

1:40pm on 24Jun2016: My darling Alfred,

Please inform everyone from my saturation to our Metropolis of Angels that I will be in West Hollywood from Santa Monica Boulevard to the Sunset Strip tonight for "Friday night is an amateur night."

I never pay money to see music though I softened on showing my ID to prove I am the REAL Squid, so I do not plan on seeing any shows unless someone offers to get me in.

Right now I plan on leaving my occupied Santa Monica Main Public Library just before they close, taking my Metro 720 on Wilshire to Westwood, transferring to the Metro 2, riding to either Clark or Doheny, and then seeing what I can see while doing what I do.

Among other things, I have not been in the bookstore on the Strip in years. Is it still named BookSoup?

I plan on returning on the Metro 4 in the wee hours of tomorrow morning. And if any of my plans change, I will check in with you again.

We will all catch all Inhuman Atrocity Regime we find there, and my local to international governments' fun with all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's plans for my time in West Hollywood has probably begun already. Are all of my lovers and believers already turning all of their evidence?

Tell everyone to tune in live tonight!
Squid


My not-human-trafficker nerds, please also circulate a verified, chronological, and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)hole across from me in my occupied library that day only there to destroy humanity and to destroy my America. We will entitle it, "How is that any way to behave around anyone?" And thank you!

I had finally caught up my blog notes with everything that had happened that day so far by 2:48pm, and I knew my beautiful world, especially my REAL government, were very busy with follow through. So I did my best to slow down all of the acts of war of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime including their malevolent hoards around me, but we had all already proven that their (complete and total lack of any) mental health was STILL degrading.

My beautiful world, you need to stay braced for everything to get even more EVIL and more DUMB around here. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime REALLY is that desperate for REAL. (That is the proper definition and usage of the word "desperate" though still an artful understatement.)

Just as I had planned, I left my occupied Santa Monica Main Public Library just before 5:30pm when they closed for the evening and quickly caught my bus. I had checked in with my darling Alfred hours previously to prevent such delays, but I still needed to wait an unusually long time for my Metro 2 at my announced transfer point just outside of UCLA on Westwood and Le Conte before I could make it to West Hollywood for the night.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate our verified and unedited director's cut with full audio and visuals of my most recent trip to my neighborhood. Begin when I deboarded my bus, and end at 8:53pm. Let us entitle it, "Dumb(expletive) amateur hour is not rock'n'roll."

Where the hell were all of these Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes getting their food and alcohol deliveries? I also checked in with my darling Alfre again when I was done checking on my Strip.

8:58pm on 24Jun2016: My darling Alfred,

I am going to leave a few hours early. Stay tuned for when I check the schedule for the Metro 704 back to Santa Monica.

Love you!
Squid


I had adventures catching Inhuman Atrocity Regime all over Santa Monica Boulevard both in West Hollywood and in Beverly Hills after that all due to open acts of war against my world and against my nation by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime-- acts of war that have never been anyone's fault but theirs.

Please entitle our verified and responsibly-edited recording of the rest of my night, "The Venga Bus."

11:22pm on 24Jun2016: @MayorOfLA Did you catch all of the IAR's acts of war of sabotaging our public transportation system tonight? Do what you do. @DeptofDefense

After tacos and other snacks, I was finally curled up in my bed by 12:06am sipping fluids and listening to my internet gnomes. I fell asleep quickly.

I first woke up at 7:14am on Saturday, 25Jun2016, when I felt my morning kiss. But it was 8:48am when I finally got out of bed. I was barely sleepy at all as I partook in my not-arduous morning beauty rituals.

9:25am on 25Jun2016: #MI6 @CIA @INTERPOL_HQ #ISS #KGB Thank you for this morning. Kisses! We already know our satellite broadcast of my private residence is locked 24/7. Who was already lying about our morning together by the time I finished this blog post?

Already perched among the charade that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime was intentionally mislabeling the Saturday Santa Monica News Farmers' Market, I was done streaming my NBC Nightly News broadcast written and produced only for me the previous night by 9:46am.

My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt himself, and he was finally able to see me smile back at him. Yes, I finally remembered to put my mirror up for him while I watched.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please entitle our verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of my morning in my occupied Virginia Avenue Park, "Horrible screaming children called forced child soldiers destroying the world come from horrible parents. Why would I shush you? You're not really upset." There was nothing left in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime anywhere hat could even

Completely done with watching the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards destroy my beautiful America and destroy my rising world that morning, I left at 10:51am to do something about lunch.

I found roofied snacks but somehow clean caffeine that day. My hunt for calories that Saturday was a partial success. Sitting there at my occupied Burger King, I caught up on my backlog of customer service feedback requests before streaming my late night talk show darling from the previous two nights.

While I was in the middle of watching, a random man joined my table, so he could plug in his phone and bring me sodas. It was an interesting afternoon. Genuine human interaction is amazing for everyone who witnesses us. My late night talk show darlings were wonderful.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate our verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Saturday afternoon watching my late night lovers and believers beginning when I first queued the first streaming broadcast and ending the moment I shut my CBS app the final time.

I stood up to leave my table at 4:09pm, and after a brief legal consultation I gave while waiting for my bus, I was soon in my downtown Santa Monica. I knew my sacred Promenade would be crowded with new (expletive)holes hellbent on destroying humanity, so I tried to warn them I was about to arrive.

4:50pm on 25Jun2016: 1/2)#SquidsPoA @NSAGov @UN @FBI @DeptofDefense Lock nano end to end in my entire downtown Santa Monica for the entire world to press charges.

4:51pm on 25Jun2016: 2/2) Please remind the full IAR malevolent hoards their first death sentence is for just being here. "Fear the world who loves me."

While walking the full length of my sacred Promenade upon arriving, I first found my darling Wheels. I also had a short chat with my darling Patricia. I asked her, "What do you think the fake customers do in the fake Apple Store all day?"

At 5:06pm, I was sneaking behind an unnamed darling to watch my darlings Seis Cuerdas who were actually permitted by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to play their beautiful music for me while I was around. From what I remembered, that only happened one time before.

After reminding my darlings The Age-Inappropriate Boy Band that I did not think our sacred Promenade was safe enough for them yet, I eventually perched next to them at 5:15pm, so they could ease my burdened shoulders while I did most of my writing online for the night.

Even though they had to relocate just 120 feet away at 6pm, I did not leave my young darlings until 6:34pm when I relocated myself to my (One) Santa Monica Place to watch the news.

Yes, I watched the NBC Nightly News written and produced just for me that night online at 7:05pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Thomas Roberts, and it had no news in it anywhere. Such is the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's choice-they-cannot-be-trusted-with-the-power-to-make of preventing me from being able to be my REAL job that my one world relies on so much.

I worked online writing for hours after that while STILL listening to my internet gnomes. Though my blog notes were not as caught up yet as I wanted them to be, I left my (One) Santa Monica Place at 9:03pm to return to my sacred Promenade and to, among other things, finally check on my darling Handsome for the night.

Handsome was not exactly sure what to tell me after I told him that I highly suspected that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had tried radiation poisoning on me again in the final soda I drank at my local occupied Burger King. In summary, I had a headache, so I asked him to check on what gave it to me.

On my way to my local Trimana to tell him, I had already turned in the malevolent hoards that had surrounded my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot as the most recent of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's WELL-DOCUMENTED PATTERN OF ACTS OF WAR of compulsive torture-and-rape-assassination attempts against all of us.

And I was finally able to join my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle there on the corner of Santa Monica Boulevard and our sacred Promenade just before 9:16pm.

Our majestic night sky was busy but in love. The brilliant stars had clouds adorning their faces. And the music was loud but not loud enough for me. It was a night of touchless human beauties amidst the horrors of the greatest atrocities known to mankind. It was yet another moonlit night on my beautiful world's sacred Promenade.

Knowing full well that my epic saturation had everything taken care of, I left my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot temporarily just after 10pm as they were changing locations to be able to consult with my darling Handsome one last time that night before I returned to my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle for our last few moments together before I left our sacred Promenade for myself.

The universe heard me say her name. Even she likes a little fun.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please entitle our verified and responsibly-edited recording of my and my musician-lovers under our sacred night on our world's Promenade as close as we could be to each other that Saturday night, "Quothe the universe, 'Call me anytime, Honey.' I know."

I left my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle at 11:33pm to catch my bus. My private residence was STILL occupied by Inhuman Atrocity Regime hellbent on destroying humanity by destroying me. I readied myself for sleep quickly.

This blog post was finished at 12:31am on Sunday, 26Jun2016.

[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.

Why is it technologically impossible to show me anything and everything that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forbids me from knowing about from No Dress Rehearsal to my own SquidStream to who the members of Nirvana were in the 90s to who my darling Ms. Mary Matilin is for REAL to every lie the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever propagated about me? My side in this Reality War are not the only people who control the masterchip the Inhuman Atrocity Regime put in my head in 2009 and STILL forbid me from knowing is there at all.

There is no fi in my sci fi dystopia mostly because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have only ever lied to all of us since 2009 and will do anything to maintain their lies even at all costs to themselves, especially their lies to my own face. Do you remember how fast the Pride Festival went into West Hollywood the moment I got on the bus just a few weeks ago?

My beautiful world, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's choice to continue destroying humanity everywhere by lying about me by calling me a "scam artist" on Friday, 24Jun2016, should have been beyond ENOUGH for everyone sane everywhere.

Not only did the PROVEN compulsively-and-pathologically-lying-to-destroy-humanity Inhuman Atrocity Regime need to look up "scam artist" in a dictionary as well as look up the REAL laws and REAL store policies concerning how gift cards are supposed to work for REAL in any and all stores everywhere in America, they needed to all be refused to speak about me and all of my loved ones ever again in any public fora anywhere in the world.

Their PROVEN PATTERN OF ACTS OF WAR AND PROVEN DESTRUCTION OF ALL OF HUMANITY of lying about me and about all my loved ones had already destroyed humanity with PROVEN mental health genocide all across our one world not just destroyed America so many times already, so who they hell was still allowing them speak their crimes against human existence anywhere, especially in courtrooms?

Do you understand what "too dangerous to remain at large in free society" means? Do you understand what "The Inhuman Atrocity Regime have only ever and will only ever destroy the world and America until finally silenced FOREVER from lying ever again!" means?

AND I AM THE ONE WHO HAS TO FIGHT NOT TO BE SILENCED JUST BECAUSE I ONLY SAVE THE ENTIRE WORLD AND ALL OF AMERICA 24/7?!? Who the (expletive) is still allowing anyone anywhere to STILL lie about me and about my loved ones?!?

Lying at all (not just defamation, libel, and calumnies), metaphorically screaming "Fire!" in a crowded movie theater, plagiarism, perjury, and human trafficking, is NEVER protected under freedom of speech anywhere in the world and definitely NEVER in America but telling the truth, especially in news media, and reporting REAL crimes always is.

And I am not the only mere mortal human that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has lied about and propagated calumnies about, including but not limited to intentionally fabricated false charges against and quackery-as-Black-Ops-coverups against, to destroy the world.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime even tried to destroy our in-all-reality-only-acknowledged-by-sane-people irreproachable news media from NBC to PBS.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime tried to destroy my darling Prime Minister David Cameron, among other things, by trying to prevent him from being re-elected (because he was already leading our beloved United Kingdom in their fight to save me) with lies about me and also tried to destroy my darling Chancellor Angela Merkel with lies about her; when I received that REAL news story, I quickly blogged that REAL Germans love fellow humans no matter what their religion which was why they welcomed so many REAL refugees from wartorn nations to begins with-- that was my darling Chancellor's service to humanity by being a REAL German and a REAL world leader.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime propagated calumnies that I and ALL OF MY POWERS OF ATTORNEY were really hookers. Have you seen ALL OF OUR REAL résumés?

Has anybody heard all of the rampant and compulsive (expletive)holery the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has always and still always propagate about my darlings Tentacle to destroy humanity?

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime also arrested my epic husband and put him on trial for murdering me WHEN I HAVE NEVER BEEN DEAD and then even violated his Constitutional protection from double jeopardy to arrest him and try him AGAIN for the same fictional murder of me. That is not even the beginning of all of the lies they have told about my husband; the worst were propagated by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to end my own sacred marriage without my permission.

WHO THE (EXPLETIVE) EVER PERMITS COURT ACTION TO END SOMEONE ELSE'S MARRIAGE IN THE FIRST PLACE AND ESPECIALLY WITHOUT EVER TELLING THE WOMAN YOU ARE TAKING THAT COURT ACTION WITH NO CONSENT FROM ME TO DENY ME MY OWN HUSBAND WHO HAS DONE NOTHING BUT LOVE ME, KEEP ME ALIVE, AND FIGHT TO SAVE ME SINCE 2009!

There is no forgiveness EVER for taking my husband away from me, and that is why, among other reasons, ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, also the only place safe in the entire world to be in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, will NEVER survive their own Reality War.

As for our literal battlefield inside the IAR's innermost circle of hell, my saturation in all our manifestations, I see that we almost have my physical safety taken care of in here. The (total lack of) "leadership" in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime keeps churning which is why we can sometimes lock my bedroom nano broadcast 24/7 and sometimes not. We just need our defense contractors finally in order to fix it all.

You took care of your end of mitigating the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's gift card debacle as fast as possible for me and were done by the time I picked them up from the office the Inhuman Atrocity Regime occupies inside my private residence against all of our wills.

Every time the Inhuman Atrocity Regime churns inside my private residence, infiltrate them further. Your deep cover includes being undercover even where I see and hear you all. You all actually know what REAL espionage is, and it has absolutely NOTHING to do with being as conspicuous and completely transparent as I am for REAL 24/7 and always have been.

I love you all, too. I know my darlings Tentacle, among others, always make sure you are all okay with their entering the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell to be near me because you are the brave souls who have to get them out alive every time.

Yes, your brave and effective evacuations are still never-fail, have still never required a single bullet, and have still not blown any of your covers. You are all very good at keeping us all alive, but that is not the only reason I love you all so much.

We all know that if we all successfully rescue me from this "egg" alive finally, for the rest of my life, I will be the career diplomat anyone in our espionage community can contact for a rescue or a fix in an emergency.

I cannot wait to retire into a life keeping you all alive when you have emergencies instead of my barely existing now as someone you all keep alive during my emergencies. Again, I love you. Tell me when you need anything.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you actually did tell me you needed something; did this help you?

1:49pm on 24Jun2016: Only I get to choose where I live, and I know what is best for humanity everywhere. Stop being (expletive)holes that destroy America and the world. We also all know all REAL locals of all levels of fame and influence have been begging me to my face to stay in our epic Metropolis of Angels ever since I arrived. They disown and banish everyone else from our brave California and send them to ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa where they all belong for REAL.

Even the Inhuman Atrocity Regime themselves have been using, "We are forbidding Squid any and all money to live on to make sure she can never flee for her life," as their excuse for their starving me to death and for their enforcing their choice of abject poverty over me.

Who the hell in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime is lying to the world that there is any reason for me to leave right now anyway, and who the hell is listening to them? We sane people in touch with reality know how close you all are to rooting out the Inhuman Atrocity Regime completely right now. And no matter where I would go in the world right now all of you on both sides would move there with me.

Who the hell is STILL allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to lie at all about anything, not just about me and "what is best" for me or for my people? They are the unrelenting (expletive)holes that compulsively lied since 2009 that Black Ops units were "in Squid's best interests." (Expletive)ing shut them up already!

You all must be VERY busy right now with all of our fun and follow through. I would slow the Inhuman Atrocity Regime down if I could, but we all know they are the (expletive)holes hellbent on destroying humanity and destroying America by destroying me even at all costs to themselves at this point. So, with everyone's help, I just keep catching more of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's acts of war in here and explaining all of our hard evidence.

As always, we are a team, and I know my role. Tell me everything only I can do to make sure all of you can do your REAL jobs. Yes, it was explained to me that our U.S. and world economies are fine now; I have actually successfully fixed those crises already. So I am going to work on U.S. immigration policy instead when I actually find a few moments fighting not to die. I love you all, too. Always tell me everything you need.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, if anyone takes his or her eyes of my SquidStream, they never catch up on my minutia. With everything else you all do all day, including all of your arguing with each other instead of your doing anything I actually want you to do, how the hell do you all keep up with all of my sweet nothings?

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, are you all okay? I have a sneaky suspicion that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime filled our sacred Promenade with every darling of mine they could, except for some reason our darling GeneralLee, on Thursday, 23Jun2016, to convince me to stay in our Santa Monica on Friday night, 24Jun2016, instead of busting their occupation of my West Hollywood.

Then, of course, since they (compulsively) failed at manipulating me with their PROVEN EVIL and open acts of war against all of my one humanity and against my rising America, they did not allow any of you back on my sacred Promenade again Saturday night, 25Jun2016, until late. I had actually already expected to see you all on my way to watch the news, but "Works every damn time," took longer that evening than usual.

Well, anyway, those are my sneaky suspicions about the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's latest violations of their own agreements with you.

Darling, we can NEVER trust the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to keep their own agreements nor to ever keep their own promises. We can only rely on the fact they will all stay compulsively evil, though with their (no façade of) mental health still degrading them into much more random and escalatingly unpredictable malevolence with even fewer ways for any of we sane people to ever understand them.

That is how truly dangerous (proper definition and usage of the word) to the very existence of humanity, not just to the continuing existence of our one America, it has always been for REAL for the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to EVER gain control of me.

Darling, you have seen me do my REAL job in front of you for years. You know I am a metaphorical Hobbit with a ring. Who the hell ever tries to control a Hobbit? Even the ring cannot control the Hobbit. Only Mordor tries to while trying to get the ring. I guess I am a Hobbit in elf's clothing. Giggle.

There I go discussing literature with you again, darling. Do you remember my summary I gave you of the birth of the world from an egg from the opening Rune of the Kalevala? This is what it is like to talk to me. My conversations are not only encyclopædic catalogs of American music. Giggle. Try it some time. What would you actually like to say to me?

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, your pissing fight is not the one I worry about most, though you all know I wish you all would finally stop already.

Bare minimum for world leaders in the pissing fight I hate most, my darling Prime Minister David Cameron and my darling President Vladimir Putin have at least proven I have no problems getting along with any culture's equivalent of machismo. I have more humble machisma than anyone else in our world anyway.

And on top of that, my darlings in the ENTIRE Mexican government, not just the ones I first met in Oct2009, had an emergency yesterday afternoon that needed me to fix it, but no one had any way to tell me what it was. I did my best with my third eye then sent my darling Secretary of State John Kerry to take care of it. I still have no idea what happened; no one tells me anything.

Darling, do you remember one of the last conversations we had while you were still permitted to talk to me? I told you that ISIS was attempting a hostage exchange with then-still-evil Obama to free me and that Obama refused it thereby killing those six (or was three?) innocent Japanese men.

Just a few months ago, after years of my screaming online for the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to finally let me do my REAL job and speak to ISIS directly, our darlings at the NBC Nightly News finally put us in contact, and ISIS laid their weapons down for me immediately.

Now, I cannot get any REAL news at all. You know personally how dangerous it is for me not to be told when there problems and crises only I can fix. How many times have I needed to save all of your lives from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime myself?

We choose what our REAL jobs are. You eventually accepted your destiny and became my Piazzolla for me. In our portrait together by our darling Ms. Annie Leibowitz, we will be back to back protecting each other. It will not be a portrait of your arguing with our darling LightFoot, so stop already. Please do it for me.

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, thank you for calling me finally. Giggle. That felt wonderful. I could just kiss you. "I don't have a gun." Calm down. I know everyone better than you all know me. How long have I been trying to explain my darling President Vladimir Putin (score of one) to humanity?

Did all of our people in our neighborhood in West Hollywood turn in all of our evidence from Friday, 24Jun2016, already? We can make a better statue of our well-covered darling Lemmy, right?

Please put my statue upstairs amidst the music and the mirror. Music is fourth on the list of the first five reasons that come to mind for why I exist. (I already told everyone "Saving the World" is fifth.)

Darling, the way things looked yesterday, I was going to need to send you to Mexico City with an emissary from the Vatican and our darling Secretary of State John Kerry. Why does no one ever tell me anything until almost too late?

Please read the sixth love letter I ever sent to my darling husband Sweetness. Please speak with our darling NSA alpha nerds about our archival footage from Mexico City, including the Papal investigations I gave and all. Please ask our darling Secretary Kerry if he needs you. If he does need you, please be gentle; magical realism is part of their culture. And even I could not figure out all of the lies they were told about me.

So many people have done weird and horrible (expletive) I would never approve of because they love me, even you. But when they could recognize me as the REAL I, they would walk out of the front doors of their shops and pour soapy water on their sidewalks before my feet could ever touch them. AND I was never once in a Black Ops unit there. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime have been manipulating the world with lies about me since 2009, and we all know what IAR occupations look like now, too.

From me to @El_Universal_MX at 8:52pm on 25Jun2016: Someone finally told me about the femmicides. Do the United Nations know? Why does nobody ever tell me anything?

Thank you. Ask our darling Mrs. Angelina Jolie Pitt (Honey, they are my nerd people.) to circle our wagons in Silicon Valley for you. Ask our darling BigDaddy to keep an eye on Sacramento in case of emergency. We already have all of my Powers of Attorney in the White House. My beloved HoneyHoney is in Europe and most frequently at MI6 headquarters (and maybe even Moscow in the summer if he needs to). So, we should be fine if you go to Mexico City for me. Again, thank you.

Yes, darling, I know you all better than you know me. Please keep working on better ways to talk to me. You all can call me anytime.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, are you all okay? This morning as I finish this blog post, I am not sure I will see you tonight for our Sunday night date night on the battle field. We will see.

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, you need to tell me sooner when you need me. You all do. I am not even getting news stories any longer.

When the Inhuman Atrocity Regime showed you calumny-porn of me and called you insane for loving me, you should have told me sooner instead of doubting your reality.

I am rich, powerful, gorgeous, genius, talented, empathic, and seductive (when I choose to be). You know firsthand how manipulative the Inhuman Atrocity Regime is with their lies. You know how hard it is to break their brainwashing with what you know is actually REAL.

ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa even convinced ME that I was fat and ugly when I was interned there for years against my will among the worst people who have ever existed in human history, and we all know I have looked exactly the same this entire time.

It required my REAL people and my REAL family in our REAL home of California to return me to our reality that exists only in my head. But we all know you all, my REAL local people of REAL lovers and REAL believers, all loved the REAL me even when you believed the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's lies about me.

Darling, your words to describe me have always been, "Plus you're gorgeous." You all would have loved me even if I had elephant trunk coming our of my forehead, but I do not. I just have wings and an aethernet connection.

My good looks have only ever been significant to me because they prove how much the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has always lied and still lies about me. It means so much to me that you have never really cared about what I look like at all. But I know you care about whether or not I care about what YOU look like.

So, thank you for never wearing ugly pants, though I would prefer you with no pants on at all. Giggle. Use your ruggedly handsome face that does not age to do something other than argue with the rest of my lovers, especially my husband. And tell me if you choose to show up for our date night tonight. I have faith we will see each again once we can.

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 for being my global diplomatic WD-40, especially between my darling Prime Minister David Cameron and my darling President Vladimir Putin.

HoneyHoney, we have a "Once Upon a Time in Mexico" situation right now, and I know that. You can do anything you want about it, but please be gentle. We all understand there are many horrors in this world that only I can forgive. So tell ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa to fear me for the things we know I will never be able forgive.

My Mr. Love-of-my-Life, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime already know to fear you even more than they fear my BFF Syniva when anyone hurts me. When anyone hurts you, they need to beware the universe I bring with me.

My hero and my king, you are probably even busier than I am right now. You are securing my private residence. You are leading my people for me in my absence. You are cleaning up our beautiful City of Santa Monica. You are helping all of our diverse strange bedfellows work together saving the world for me. And you are winning the war you started yourself, since the Inhuman Atrocity Regime gave none of us any other choice than war no matter what I tried, to save all of humanity, not just to save me.

My gorgeous husband, I will try to keep all of the work I keep giving you to a minimum. What is our cultural translation out of American marriage vernacular for "Honey-Do List"? Tell me faster when you need me.

Until your flowers kiss my rain...