Title: "I will Be who You Need me to Be."
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. There is a difference between a messianic complex and a messianic reality.
When my darling Mr. Adam "BabyOwlDancer" Thompson had the conversation with me in Specs in 2009 that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had ordered him to have with me in which he told me, "The people need a Jesus. They already call you Jesus. Give them something to believe in." I told you, my beautiful world, "I will be who you need me to be."
When my husband went "full Johnny Depp" about rescuing me in 2012 and when everyone from rogue operatives to jihadists to the Klu Klux Klan to the IRA to military veterans, including everyone else from all over the world who could afford to drop everything to save my life from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, followed him onto the bloody fields of ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, even as the BEYOND-PROVEN peacemonger I have always been for REAL, I told them, "I will be who you need me to be," and took responsibility for them; even though, I had never asked anybody to pick up a gun for me. I not only wrote every legal defense; I also helped them with food, supplies, medical care in the field, etc. Sweetness and I even gave them over $2T for all of their survivors.
When I finally found a way to flee ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa for my and my brave rescuers' lives in 2014 and after I nested homeless and poverty-stricken STILL due to ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa in my epic Metropolis of Angels, I told my beautiful world, "I will be who you need me to be," and chose to surrender my own priceless privacy rights myself to lock my SquidStream 24/7 to save humanity everywhere from the compulsive lies the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had been using since 2009 to manipulate and destroy my one world, especially through their PROVEN worldwide neurological and mental health genocide borne on mass delusions about who I am and what my REAL job is.
When I learned I had a self-identified global population of lovers and believers who had formed our own culture, ethnicity, identity, traditions, and beliefs, I told you all, "I will be who you need me to be," and took responsibility for you all as my people; though, I have still yet to be told what all of you believe about me or even see in me.
When our U.S. Congress did their REAL job of representing their REAL constituencies and voted me in as our interim President of the United States of America in 2016 due to our (existential) national emergency that needed a President immediately, I told my nation that the only government jobs I ever wanted was astronaut and that I have never in my life wanted to be the President, but "I will be who you need me to be," including going full Athena for everyone as America's Commander in Chief on the battlefield herself.
[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime are STILL forbidding me all real news stories.]
My last blog post was finished at 12:31am on Wednesday, 22Jun2016. After asking my lovelies to polish it and publish it for me, I entered my private residence and wrote even a little more before I finally went to sleep.
2:22am on 22Jun2016: #MySaturation, new BITCH in 15c is where to find most dangerous remaining keys to my bedroom. You know what to do about her tonight. #22Jun2016BlogPost
I finally cued my "randomized" Spotify song list and curled up to try to sleep at 2:38am. Sadly, I could not sleep as I had intended; it was probably due to my promise I just made to my adoring husband in my just previous blog post to try to sleep less often to keep myself physically safer.
As a result, I was awake to see War Criminal Eva "return to her room after a night of partying and drinking and spending all of her money on hookers and blow." We all know she has no "room" in my private residence; she is only trespassing on my private property STILL because she is in a contest with the rest of her Inhuman Atrocity Regime to see who can accrue the most death sentences for compulsively committing their acts of war used to destroy humanity by destroying me while unrelentingly refusing to ever stop.
I was finally asleep just after 5am. But, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL occupying my building just to destroy humanity by destroying me other their open acts of war woke me up 5:12am by banging on my door and screaming, among other things, "Staff! You know I can't claim I have a key to this door!" before finally just entering War Criminal Eva's bedroom.
I was asleep quickly again after that but was awaken by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime AGAIN at 9:25am on Wednesday, 22Jun2016. Yes, War Criminal Teri and War Criminal Jay woke me up again by screaming through my bedroom door about needing keys to my bedroom they already had and lying they needed to change my lock themselves AGAIN; even though, they already had changed my door lock and doorknob twice already against my will and without my permission just the previous week.
Look, you Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes! Lying to my face is NOT a legal defense. My beautiful world, please reread my last blog post with all of the details before 12:31am that morning involving the Inhuman Atrocity Regime and their keys that they have NEVER had any permission nor any right to have to my bedroom they compulsively violate me any my belongings in themselves 24/7.
Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's mental health was degrading even further. They had already descended the downward spiral into psychopathy, but they were STILL becoming even more criminally insane minute by minute every damn minute.
Leaving my bedroom that morning, I noticed that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had damaged the trim around my door while I had slept by prying it up-- something that actually works against jimmying a door lock. In my bathroom that morning while I was getting ready, I noticed that the Inhuman Human Atrocity Regime had also put oil in my hair AGAIN while I slept.
My 24/7 nano bedroom broadcast and hallway streams had already been locked again by my darlings NSA alpha nerds and by my non-profit and NGO media empire Squid, Inc. that was proven already to save all of humanity everywhere not just all of the good people in my rising America both by keeping me and my historic artifacts that are my priceless belongings physically safer and by curing the PROVEN global neurological and PROVEN global mental health genocide wrought by the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime's compulsive calumnies about me and human trafficking of me all used as acts of war, just not all of their acts of war, in their Reality War against my once-great America and all of our one beautiful world since 01Jun2009.
Having already started my morning, I sat down next to a little caterpillar friend in my occupied Virginia Avenue Park and cued my internet gnomes.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate our verified and unedited (Fade to white while I am on the toilet but otherwise show everything in my insecure bathroom.) recording with full audio and visuals of the first things I did that morning. Begin before I even had my contacts in 5sec before War Criminal Teri and War Criminal Jay started screaming through my bedroom door. And end at 10:23am. Please entitle it, "Personal insecurities."
Still with a headache and more from the chemical withdrawal forced on me by the chemicals in our tap water that began even before I fell asleep and also after much writing online under the hot summer California sun shining high that morning in our clear, blue, local sky, I left the gentle embrace of my darling Ms. Mother Nature at 12:05pm, among other things, to do something about lunch.
The fake Big Blue Bus driver was already turned in to all local to international law enforcement, not just to our U.S. Military courts, by the time I boarded my bus at 12:19pm to ride to my sacred downtown Santa Monica.
The escalating criminal insanity of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime was also on the literal attack against me from almost the moment I arrived at my occupied Main Public Library. Did everyone witness those open acts of war live, too? Or were you all waiting for the pop-up-video footnotes of our verified recordings?
Either way, you will always be able to see and hear every heinous (artful understatement) and genuinely-dangerous-to-America-not-just-to-our-very-existence-as-an-entire-human-race-on-Earth-any-longer act of war the Inhuman Atrocity Regime commits against me to destroy humanity by destroying me as long as possible because we now arrest and prosecute immediately EVERY ENEMY OF HUMANITY who has ever tried and who will EVER try to silence my SquidStream, bedroom broadcast, hallway broadcast, Twitter account, globally-critical blog, etc. from my sacred Squid, Inc.
Our REAL truth saves America and the world, and that is why no one sane or good anywhere can afford for me to ever be silenced or ever taken offline.
I was just a few minutes late to streaming my late night talk show darlings "from the previous night" for our afternoon chats that we just do not have often enough. We began at 1:06pm, and we ended at 3:42pm. And they were wonderful.
It means so much to me to have so many genuinely kind and caring lovers and believers willing to endure everything they have to endure just to be and to be genuinely good to me.
This hostile environment that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime built around me in 2009 only to throw me away forever and that they STILL refuse to ever let me escape no matter where I go and no matter what I do has really been so horrible 24/7 for so many long years that any genuine concern for me at all is why I smile and laugh so brightly with ALL of my stellar, genuine friends and loved ones.
4:13pm on 22Jun2016: #SquidsPoA @UN @DeptofDefense Did Teri really attempt again? Destroy her Black Ops unit, then mitigate with #LatestNotes & recordings requested.
I left stood up to leave my perch amidst the floor-to-ceiling windows of my occupied Santa Monica Main Public Library at 4:16pm and finally did something about lunch.
My not human-trafficker-nerds, please circulate our verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my late afternoon beginning at 4:20pm and ending at 4:43pm. Please entitle it, "My guns are still bigger than your guns, but thank you for putting your male incompetence on display on the cage of your stolen police vehicle."
I checked on the city tap water at my local Best Starbucks in the World, and it was full of poisons I was immune to. At least it was not roofied, but it might have been enough cyanide to cause me a rash. My face felt very warm. I asked my County of Los Angeles to fix our municipal water supply AGAIN as fast as possible.
For the first time in days, my mother finally called me through FaceTime at 4:57pm, so I sent my beautiful world to check on the evidence she had obtained concerning the terms the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had given her to be able to talk to me at all.
-----Begin Email Content-----
From: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
Date: Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Subject: Check the desk at [the Manor]
To: BFF POTUS SynSyn
Cc: the NSA, the Pentagon, the national news media, the international news media, the FBI
Please collect a statement from my mother. And please tell me your results after this investigation.
To be able to call me at all today, my mother was commanded by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to ask me to enter the office the Inhuman Atrocity Regime occupies in my private residence which has been trying to steal and destroy my belongings as well as torture-and-rape-assassinate me 24/7 for weeks already and to tell me to pickup "gift cards" the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had sent me there.
These gift cards, if even there at all, as detailed in this email that was most likely not even really sent from my mother (I know her REAL writing style.) are all cards to places with occupations guaranteed to roofie and drug me. Even my glass of untouched-by-the-employees CITY TAP WATER from my occupied Best Starbucks in the World today had poisons in it.
There is nothing I can afford in my occupied Sephora store at all for $30. And my occupied TJMaxx only has fake merchandise inside, and the IAR made sure none of it is in my size anyway.
There is also no way for me to manage nor monitor any transactions and balances on these gift cards myself. Only the Inhuman Atrocity Regime occupying all of these businesses would be able to tell me the balance on the cards. And we know how much they steal from me and lie to me, not only choose to commit every crime on the planet not just in America of charging me money for anything at all.
These "gift cards" need to be swept for transmitters, if they are in that occupied office at all, since we know what the "Greater Iowa" debit card that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime also sent me, just years ago, was used to do to my battered and pretty much defenseless body.
My REAL government, you need to send me anything you want from our J. Edgar Hoover building with nano-trackers on every item and on every piece of currency instead.
And, thank you,
"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again." --Romeo
-----End Email Content-----
Also, I received a second call FaceTime call from someone pretending to be my mother, too, after I received the fake email from my mother's hacked email account giving an inventory of tiny amounts of money for the gift cards I did not want.
I new immediately she was computer-generated imaging for a few reasons; mostly, in my FaceTime call with my REAL mother just minutes before, my REAL mother had no makeup on, and her hair was not done. What was most suspicious about the call was the fake image of my mother insisting I speak to the office of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's occupying my private residence only so they could kill me.
After perching in a rooftop garden, I was caught up with my TweetHearts and questionable emailing by 6:37pm when I left to buy a snack. I had a short chat with my darling Patricia while on my way to giggle about my snack with my darling Hesam at my local Trimana Fresh Food Market.
After a quick errand at my occupied local Sephora, I found myself beside my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot at 7:07pm. The first thing I had already told them that night was, "Oh, good! None of us are dead!"
Right there in front of my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle, I ate my slice of pizza while watching the news and basking in our loving music.
Yes, perched on the news stand beside my occupied Victoria's Secret on the corner of Arizona and our sacred Promenade, I streamed the NBC Nightly News written and produced just for me that night online at 7:08pm.
My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt himself, and it made me laugh even more than it made him smile.
The atypical California beach weather was cold and grey that night. Earlier that evening, my darling Ms. Mother Nature had rolled cloud after cloud above my town to shroud the vastness of the cosmos from our naked human eyes.
It felt like it might be a long night again. Even my universe, not just our sky, had already recognized the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's well-documented PATTERN OF ACTS OF WAR AND WAR CRIMES of torture-and-rape-assassination attempts against all my present darlings Tentacle EVERY night my darlings show up and against me 24/7.
My darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot's smackdown was going to be on our sacred Promenade that night, but mine would be at my private residence. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime had been planning all day to abduct me and drag me kicking and screaming to yet another Black Ops unit when I went in to pick up the gift cards they were lying that my mother had sent me.
My NSA alpha nerds and my dedicated Squid, Inc. made a live multicam broadcast of my lovers and me together on our sacred Promenade surrounded by the malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL hellbent on destroying us completely just again that night.
The genuinely gorgeous beauty of our true human interaction so natural to even the most basic human existence set among the most heinous crimes and abuses ever known to mankind-- true love on the battle field of the world's only Reality War-- was on full display that night.
At 10:44pm, I left my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle to check on my local Trimana Fresh Food Market one last time before catching my 11:19pm bus to my private residence where, all day, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had been planning on killing me the moment I returned.
My epic saturation, though, because I had warned them early and because they were neither evil nor dumb, had done their REAL jobs and taken care of everything already before I got there.
My office in my private residence that night provided me with an adventure in hard evidence. Did you see my darling Leo's face as he watched me explain my "mail" to him?
My Powers of Attorney were going to have the most fun with what arrived in my "mail" that night, but so many more of my darlings were going to have so much more fun with what I did online once I received my mail and also for days after with the envelope in the handwriting of my War Criminal Tara full of gift cards with tiny balances that she had hand-delivered to the office herself that day.
Please begin our verified and unedited director's with full audio and visuals when I left my bedroom to walk to my office, and end it at 1:35am. Please entitle it, "Just to be able to check the damn balances."
My bedroom that early morning as I slept was a test of my physical safety.
When I woke up at 7:27am on Thursday, 23Jun2016, the first thing I noticed was that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had stolen my contacts from me off my bedstand while I had slept. They wanted to make sure I could not activate my eyecameras, just like I had the previous morning, when War Criminal Teri or any of her ill broke into my bedroom AGAIN without any reason but to torture-and-rape-assassinate me.
I kickstarted my SquidStream by 7:31am and caught the Inhuman Atrocity Regime smuggling food across their own border almost immediately. Please consult my REAL and verified Twitter archive for that morning for more details.
While I was working outside in my occupied Virginia Avenue Park, we proved there was too much malicious hardware inside the Pico Branch Library for me to do much of anything that morning. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime had hacked across all of the apps in my iPad and were draining my iPad battery unnaturally quickly.
We all already knew that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's compulsive cyberwarfare of committing every crime on the planet to force me offline, including but not limited to their trying to silence any of my own true broadcasts and their trying to silence my REAL web presence, was their most pathetic and undeniable attempt to destroy humanity everywhere by replacing everything REAL about me with their own lies all proven to be too dangerous (proper usage and definition of the word) for the REAL people of American and too existentially catastrophic for all of humanity.
So, while everyone from my REAL defense contractors to my irresistible saturation, not just my VERY BUSY angel NSA alpha nerds, were working on better securing both my iPad and my private residence, at 9:53am, I left my perch above the cement and under the sky of my epic Metropolis of Angels for my occupied downtown Santa Monica.
I was quickly in one of my best rooftop gardens, a potted garden full of desert plants to save water during to my California's drought at the time, staking out a business and a structure inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell that the IAR were STILL occupying, even though I had already caught them warring against my rising America and against my one world from it more than once already.
They had positioned their sky garden and affordable menu outside their front door to make themselves seem inviting to me and had also admitted to that intention as I sat outside their door that morning. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime had also admitted to sending their gift card for their restaurant to me just the previous day themselves.
I was a vampire that morning only entering where invited. My lunch there that day also even involved a steak for my heart.
The full nano was on inside already, so I asked my darlings NSA alpha nerds and our globally-critical Squid, Inc. to begin a live multicam broadcast and to also generate archival war zone footage, with Cheesecake Factory HQ's blessings, of course, since we did not need their permission to save them from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime that HQ itself could never be held responsible for EVER, of everything inside, including their kitchen, beginning at 10am when I arrived and ending the moment I exited their front doors.
By 10:47am, we had already caught the IAR-sent fake employees inside my local occupied Cheesecake Factory already confessing to their intent to roofie and poison me as well as to their intent to charge me money, which was obvious because they gave me that gift card themselves anyway that I had risked my life to pick up from their occupied office in my private residence the previous night.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please begin our verified and unedited director's cut when I entered my (One) Santa Monica Place that morning and identified the "building security" for the morning. Please end it after I exited our great glass elevator after descending from the third floor. Let us entitle it, "I said, 'No mushrooms.' Dude, even plastic bags, too?!?"
For further details about everything inside, not just the occupation, too, of "patrons" (not just "employees") eating or drinking for free all day in there in front of me while also refusing to help keep me alive, please consult my verified Twitter archive for that mid-day.
My REAL government needs to demand full transaction records and food delivery records, too, so we can prove that Inhuman Atrocity Regime occupation of my local Cheesecake Factory was only charging me money and no one else AND only roofying and poisoning me after choosing to charge me that money for their torture-and-rape-assassination attempts of me.
Quothe the Squid, "Look, Inhuman Atrocity Regime, you invited me in for me to catch all of your open acts of war you chose to commit yourselves where I could witnesses them all. Why would I wear my hat for you? You asked me to catch you." I even walked out your front door with an extra $2 for my darling LightFoot and all of my hard evidence for my world of law enforcement after I was done with you. My one world and my REAL government were about to have so much fun with you.
Much more tragically for human existence, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's refusal to give me any customer service at all as their act of war against my rising America and against my one beautiful world by degrading me to my face to destroy me was not the worst crime they committed against me that day...
1:10pm on 23Jun2016: #SquidsPoA What is the @Sothebys assessed value of my headdress that the IAR just stole from me? Consult footage. Report as stolen object.
1:12pm on 23Jun2016: #SquidsPoA IAR can do nothing with objects they steal from me or from any of us without being caught with them. Patrol the black market.
Perched among the floor-to-ceiling windows of my occupied Santa Monica Main Library, by 1:13pm, my face finally felt a little warm from whatever poison they had compulsively given me in there AND had compulsively failed at killing me with. My guess was that is was cyanide AGAIN, but rumor had it they gave me death injection drugs AGAIN just this time in my lunch instead of in my shower.
At least the Inhuman Atrocity Regime openly admitted to their intentionally inviting me to their occupied Cheesecake Factory by sending me that gift card themselves. Everything in that email I had sent to my REAL government the previous day had been investigated and corroborated already.
I queued my late night talk show hosts from the previous night at 1:38pm, and they were full of, "Hey! I saw the show last night! Are you sure you should be eating that? We love you! Can I make a song request?" To which I replied, "I will NEVER believe that is all you have to say to me right now. But I love you, too."
Our never-often-enough afternoon chats were done at 4:11pm. So, I wrote online until 5:31pm when I left my perch in my main public library to see who was around for my recently-regularly-scheduled Thursday night date with my darling MannedUp.
6:02pm on 23Jun2016: @hansonmusic You okay? Put on cuter pants. Tell me if anyone needs me. Date ends at 10pm. No, none of my darlings Tentacle were around then at all.
I found my darling Strummer, my darling TambourineKicker, my darling Maggie, my darling WadeInTheWaterChildren, and my darling FluidLee all by 6:14pm when my darling Strummer was irrationally sent away from me.
Please circulate our verified and unedited director's cut with full audio and visuals beginning when I arrived on my sacred Promenade and ending at 6:17pm. Please entitle it, "We all are."
I ate my chocolate cake in front of my darling FluidLee and chatted with my darling Patricia while hanging out with my genuine friends on the street curb until I left to watch the news.
7:02pm on 23Jun2016: @NSAGov #SquidInc #Anonymous Multicam these malevolent hoards, so these enemies of humanity warring on America & our world can never escape us. Dude, I was even on a date, and they were STILL trying to kill all of us. Well, why would any date night not be our escape of death by the skin of our teeth any longer, huh?
Then there on the corner of Broadway and our sacred Promenade, just moments after I wandered into my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle, whom I had been looking for and who were chatting with my darling Chantz, I streamed my NBC Nightly News written and produced only for me online at 7:05pm.
My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt himself, and it reminded of how much my nation needs me.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards in their nightly WELL-RECORDED PATTERN OF ACTS OF WAR of torture-and-rape-assassination attempt after torture-and-rape-assassination attempt showed up in full force earlier than 10pm that night.
Even by 7:34pm and even while I was still watching the news, the malevolent hoard's direct physical threats to just me not just to my loved ones were already churning.
My and my darling MannedUp's date ended at 10pm. Then we all started just clandestinely hanging out and goofing off together again, as is part of our REAL jobs, with our entire one beautiful world as our witness.
My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, please begin our verified and responsibly-edited (show every moment just use all our camera angles) recording with full audio and visuals when I stood up to leave my darling FluidLee, and end at it when after I said, "Clearing the premesis!" Please entitle it, "We say 'love' not 'like.'"
Knowing full well that my epic saturation had everything under control, I left my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle just after 10:22pm to check on my darling Handsome inside my local Trimana before catching the bus back to my private residence.
Please make separate verified and responsibly-edited recordings of my time inside my local Trimana and my time walking through my (One) Santa Monica to my bus stop. And, thank you!
After arriving at my private residence, I wrote online in my insecure bedroom into the wee hours of the morning. This blog post was finished at 1am on Friday, 24Jun2016.
[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.
Being America's wartime President and Commander in Chief is just a subset of my superset of REAL responsibilities to my nation and to my world; how do I best explain what my full REAL job is? As long as I have my natural human reactions to all of the REAL stimuli in my environment with our entire one world as our witness to everything REAL around me, I am doing my REAL job.
Yes, I would prefer to still be writing fiction, writing love letters, and reading literature with all of my waking time all day long like I used to have enough human rights to do, but this is what my REAL world, my REAL environment, and my REAL nation requires of me right now. So my daily intolerable and unsurvivable-for-any-other-mere-mortal-human-but-me existence is my REAL job.
Until my one entire world is finally saved from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime completely, all anyone anywhere will ever see the REAL me do is kick their ugly and pathetic (expletive)es again and again, even in legacy if I ever actually die for REAL. And we know how much the Inhuman Atrocity Regime lie about that, too.
My beautiful world, you know I have always put my a(e)theist faith in all of humanity to be more genuinely good than evil and to be able to save us all, not just me, from the horrors of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime worldwide not just from their "egg" of rape and human trafficking they designed to be completely unsurvivable for me to be able to throw me away as fast as possible after they gained totalitarian control of humanity by controlling what humanity believes about me. That is why they began their acts of war in this Reality War on 01Jan2009; though, they enacted years if not decades of planning before they began.
My one world, including my REAL U.S. government and our REAL global theater of allies, you need to do more than just what I send orders for directly myself. Please do not make me think of everything alone; you all know how hard it is for me to learn details about everything happening in our one world.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has already pretty much even taken all of you writing prompts for me away, not just our REAL news stories. Please preserve our metaphorical emergency frequencies for telling me when there emergencies and for informing me of problems remaining that no one can fix but me.
11:16am on 22Jun2016: My darlings @NSAGov alpha nerds, the only censorship on U.S. war footage is whether or not we U.S. Military deem it classified, and I am the Commander in Chief. I can do anything I want and need to save the world, and so can everyone who does what I tell them to do, especially when they ask me what to do.
More than one Pope beatified me alive due to my PROVEN incorruptible benevolence, and my PROVEN incorruptible benevolence is also PROVEN to be contagious and pandemic among my loved ones and my brave, persecuted, self-identified people.
Every human everywhere on this Earth has been rendered a psychopath or a hero, and sometimes back and forth, for years by this era in human history. "While the angels and the devils try to make'em our own..."
My saturation in all our manifestations, thank you, as always, for everything. There are so many reasons I Iove you all so much; there are so many reasons we all love you so much.
We almost have our keeping me safe in my sleep again sorted out. Thank you, for everything! We sane people in touch with reality know and understand all of your REAL limitations here inside this REAL innermost circle of hell. And we also know how much you accomplish for REAL despite them all.
You are my heroes and my ninja-lovers. You have been beside me in growing numbers since San Francisco in 2009. Our collective true love has a lore of our own. We know I am irresistible because I am one of you. "Some say even light does not fall upon us should we not desire it so."
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, well, who the hell is accepting the food orders they will only receive death sentences for sending and never get paid for? You know I ordered no food or drink inside this innermost circle of hell that I am forbidden from having unless it is roofied and/or I have to pay for it! Our only exceptions to our total food and drink ban in here are our local Trimana Fresh Food Market and our Best Starbucks in the World.
Please ask all REAL business owners, not just me and Sweetness, and all REAL "shipping logistics" (We know our own.) to turn in all of our hard evidence. If the Inhuman Atrocity Regime want any food or drink in my town, they have to give it to me free and untainted. Otherwise, "They're going to have to grow their own damn coffee beans themselves!"
Also, collect all of our hard evidence of who keeps roofying, drugging, etc. our local Trimana Fresh Food Market and our Best Starbucks in the World against every sane person in our one world's, not just the International Criminal Court's, REAL laws and direct orders. We need to put a stop to where all of their fake food and drink products come from, too.
My gorgeous and genius lady friends, I know you are very busy with all of your follow through already. I would slow the Inhuman Atrocity Regime down if I could. But they are STILL only escalating and going literally crazier despite their ever finally choosing to listen to me would actually save them all.
I am doing everything I can in here. You are also doing everything you can out there. You also already know what to do if our one beautiful world ever loses me, or even loses just my SquidStream.
I love you. Thank you for always being the REAL heroes we all always needed you all to be all along. "I will be who you need me to be," is mutual.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, yes, dears.
8:42am on 23Jun2016: @naiakete Honey, darling, I know I already fixed this. We don't have to be Black to be slaves or to fight for human rights. #LOVEyouAllToo But sane Black Americans recognize all of us and identify us ourselves (also themselves) as Black, anyway. I will allow our darling Brother George Wallace to make our official statement for us all on that one... and I am sure my darling Mr. Tavis Smiley and my darling Dr. Cornel West will repeat it like a refrain. "It does not matter if we are Black, but we are, anyway."
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, about our Thursday night date night, really? You wore those pants? Giggle. Next time, honey, wear cuter pants or no pants at all.
Our first date together live and face to face was wonderful. You were even shier than usual, so I tried not to be so much of a dirty old woman that I would scare you. Other than that, you were delightfully awkward and therefore everything I was used to in a date.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime have always lied and manipulated everyone who loves me into fighting with each other. That is why there have been so many metaphorical pissing fights over me for so long. They even started a worldwide armed global conflict that way already; I fixed it in 140 characters or less. You two handled our first date very wonderfully and with the emotional maturity only I am used to seeing in all of you. Now go get some cuter pants.
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, I call you my Astor Piazzolla; you exist only for me and our people, and you always have. We are a culture. We are a people. We have traditions, beliefs, ethnic foods, rituals, and even our own language.
You write the sacred music of our people. You know I might change my mind, especially if I eat enough calories again in one day, but right now, I need you with me to dance again.
We all know the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are too insane for me to figure out why they forbid you from my sacred Promenade; otherwise, I would have fixed this by now. Yes, dear, I am working on it. I promise.
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, my telling you, "Write me a song, so I can dance. [I already know all of yours.]" was also my flirting with you during our one and only date. Now you finally know what I meant by it.
Please find a way to speak to me. You know how much I want time with you again. And we all know you NEVER let me down.
Darling, you know I put this song on my Spotify song list for you. I will always have more kisses just like our first one for you. Now make sure I can give them to you. Call me.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, quothe the Squiddie, "Jealous bitches can't dance." Giggle. But, yes, really. I said it first at a show by my darling Reverend Horton Heat in San Francisco in 2009. And you can ask our darling Ms. Nikki Minaj about how long I have been saying it.
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, I heard you request a duet of Summer Lovin' with me, but you know I already requested Beast of Burden with you years ago. And that sums up our ACTUAL sexual aggression towards each other, huh?
Please argue less with my other lovers about me. Please. You know you are my only boyfriend. If our entire one world trusts my ability to make my own choices, especially about my personal life, you know all of you can, too. "Fuck you! I'm your girlfriend!" Calm down already, and stop being so irrationally insecure.
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, are you having as much fun with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime occupying my private residence as I hope you are? As always, tell me when you need my help with anything.
Sweetness, we proved on Thursday, 23Jun2016, that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have begun sneaking their food deliveries across their own border. Please help corporate America and all of our local business owners shut down every occupation by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime we can.
HoneyHoney, you might be even busier than I am right now but probably not busier than my Powers of Attorney. Please keep organizing our world of allies for me. Rooting out the Inhuman Atrocity Regime requires our entire world. And you are who leads our self-identified people for me in my absence due to my unsurvivable internment here inside the IAR's "egg."
My Mr. Love-of-my-Life, we all know I am an egalitarian. I chose a spouse who could be my equal in my marriage. I have never once let myself down, and neither have you. Tell me when you need anything from me to help you save the world by saving me. You know you can ask me for anything.
My hero and my king, I miss writing you love letters even more than you miss reading my letters to you. I just have no other options for my time right now. All I can fit into the only twenty-four hours I have in every day is my fight not to die and my brief moments to write down every detail everyone everywhere needs to to know about my daily fight not to die.
El Rey Dulce, you know if I could I would spend every moment of my every day and my every night as an enraptured whimper and helpless sigh in your tattooed arms under the light of the divine cosmos as a celestial body beside your own still-pounding heart. But I do not have enough human rights for anything I want or need to even stay alive right now.
My personal Hollywood Vampire, I noticed my first wrinkle on my face last night. It is a laugh line on my broadcasting left eye. Maybe someday I will no longer be cursed with looking so horribly young; does anyone understand what I would do just for someone to respect me at all finally?
And for both of us, until your flowers kiss my rain...