13May2015 notes
Just trying to keep my minutes up-to-date...
Made a jaunt for the closest restroom at 12:32am. My period had started, and ?I needed to place a maxipad. Two of my coupons each for two free tacos with other purchase there went missing while I was in the restroom. Thus, I did not buy any food while there.
I returned to my playland where I played music and tried to catchup with my
TweetHearts into the wee hours of the morning. I called my mother at 3:30am. By 4:04am, I had received my once-daily cyberhug from the NBC Nightly News. At 4:30am, I was at my mostly secret and HEAVILY guarded sleeping alcove.
Long overdue rest. The shift change gap. Only a superficial "attack."
Men and women who had committed some of the worst crimes known to mankind against me were still everywhere destroying humanity with riots and war by choosing to persecute me.
9:46am on 13May2015: 1/7) THERE IS NO LAW ENFORCEMENT HERE ANYWHERE INSIDE OBAMA'S "EGG" OF WAR CRIMES ENFORCED WITH TERRORISM.
9:46am on 13May2015: 2/7) The only time laws were enforced around me since 2009 were vigilante LightFoot and MannedUp demanding no one hurt me anymore.
9:47am on 13May2015: 3/7) How many lives worldwide did they save by protecting me?
9:47am on 13May2015: 4/7)And that is why they are forbidden from being near me nor on my playland freely ever again.?
9:47am on 13May2015: 5/7) They bring safety and the only law and order this town has seen since Obama's war crimes terrorist organization infested it.
9:47am on 13May2015: 6/7) I never asked for it nor approve if it, but it worked. And humanity everywhere needed it. I admit when I'm wrong.
9:48am on 13May2015: 7/7) And that is how acknowledged equals get our world-hero work done. #Taoism
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please expedite a verified and unedited recording with full audio and FULL visuals of my morning from the moment I stepped foot my world-religions-are-deeming-this-literal-holy-ground playland until the moment I rounded the corner to step off of it. And, thank you!
11am Today, I will go to the lost and found to pick up my red travel thermos that was stolen from my computer bag here. We have the camera footage of everyone around me here when Obama's energy pulse made me fall blackout at my table. When I came to, my travel mug was missing. Everyone here from staff to guest will be demanded to pay the full value of my travel mug, as assessed by Sotheby's. Today, 13May2015, is the first time I have felt the energy pulse here since I identified its former source in the coffee shop @SnoopDogg owns next door. Sorry for the workload dump, @FBI @DeptofDefense @DHSgov @Martin_Dempsey @CIA #SquidPoA @UN
Called my mom at 1pm PDT.
Left for cookies just after 4:31pm, and I found my darlings. Lo and behold, there was my royal consort KriS "LightFoot" Novoselic and my musician-lover Tom "MannedUp" Hanson just nested there on the pedestrian street with their musical accoutrement sprawled out like their arms across a café table begging for me to love them. It made me smile.
And we were in our collective rapture (small r) with our mere mortal hands sweeping the stars of the universe free of inhibitions and all but invisible shackles with the art for our fingertips.
There was some drama... Really nothing new... I will let the verified and barely-edited-if-edited-at-all recordings speak for themselves. We had a break long enough for me to be notified Russia and China were preparing their people for a possible future of nuclear war with America if EVERYONE around me did not finally respect me as they believe I deserve. Secretary of State of Kerry must have really messed up at that table with them all day that he refused to allow me at ever.
Damn Disembodied Voices in Your Heads
[lyrical prose]
And so we tranced in the holy until 10:10pm when we began the long, reluctant goodbye. I had been singing along with Red while blogging and tweeting for at least 25 minutes by the time my sweethearts slinked past me to return to the aether where we all really belong anyway.
10:42pm with vegetable soup and a few $ to get me by until my mail from my mother finally would arrive the following morning to which I replied "I will be at [the Jazz club] waiting for you [platonically] by midnight, Kevin."
I bought the cheapest caffeine I could find inside my 24-hour convenience store just before 11pm. I tried the jazz club, but it had no band after all.
So, I quickly returned to my playland to work online all morning trying to answer all questions and concerns from my beautiful world, but I could find so few. I knew they were angry. They were so angry out there. I could think of nothing that would calm my world better than their watching good people being good to me.
Luckily in those wee hours of the morning, a friend I only rarely if ever see, sent by LoveDrummer, I assumed, spent some precious moments hanging out with me as I worked online.
With his earspeaker screaming in his head not to allow me to dance ballet to the classical music outside of the 7-11 where we had just sought out "indigenous surfer food," he left me beside my coffeeshop where I used to meet Richard every morning.
Alone with nothing but the starry sky as company, I listened to a little music while I zenned to my center before walking into the coffeeshop for a baked good finally at 5:05am on 14May2015.
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
12May2015 notes
12May2015 notes
Doing my best to keep my minutes...
As always, for the up-to-the-minute play-by-play of my life, follow my award-winning Twitter account.
Just after 7am, I perched in the Starbucks where Richard and I used to meet every morning until he was forbidden all contact with me even after obeying all of Obama's war criminal terrorist organization's demands on him just for him to be able to spend time with me at all.
There was no Richard, and after roughly 2.5 hours of trying to recharge both iPad batteries, they were far from ready for me to spend the rest of the day not tethered to an outlet.
Most distressingly after that 2.5 hours, that Starbucks (no reflection on corporate) intentionally aimed an energy pulse at me to cause me blackouts and seizures, as we had recently just removed from other places around the city, and admitted to doing it on purpose and only to me.
Here was my statement at 10:20am on 12May2015: @ICTJ @UN @NIH @Martin_Dempsey #SquidsPoA Did you see the staff of this @Starbucks as I walked out? Not only are they refusing me from doing my REAL job of globally-critical service to humanity by refusing to allow me to have ANY charge in my iPads; they willfully caused me seizures to force me to stop recharging my iPads in this coffee shop where I am a regular customer. Fry them as the war criminals they are! EVERY DAMN EMPLOYEE. They were laughing about how I had to leave and about being able to force me out by causing me seizures and blackouts. FUCKING TERRORIST PSYCHOPATHS!!!
I quickly updated my personal assistant SquidName:Alfred with where I would be into the afternoon before asking friends to send friends to provide safe snacks and clean caffeine. I was at a less-often-than-other-but-still-faithfully-regular perch outside my local 7-11 as fast as I could get there. The customer service was wonderful there that day.
At 10:44am, "Tony," my adorable "tennis player" friend who lives only slightly less pennilessly than I in and around my now-holy-grounds playland appeared almost instantly and really did offer me a safe snack and clean caffeine, after he asked if I wanted anything from inside.
A beyond-brave U.S. Military rescue to bring me to my own husband crashed and then was as quickly rescued itself all while I was still eating my "Big Bite" hot dog (pico de gallo and minced onions only). There were no alarms to ask me to send them help, but there were alarms to ask me to help rescue myself not much later.
While my local florists were adorning their stands with nature's never-delicate beauties on the front of the 7-11 with spectacular customer service that day (Did I mention that yet?), I sent this...
11:12am on 12May2015: #DirtyLaceyAlarm? #ModusOperandi intentionally fabricated false charges as an excuse to rape and torture and experiment on me until I die?
I had told Alfred I would be at my local library by noon. But the sun was warm, and the only power outlets at the library were indoors. I hate recirculated air. It makes my wings itchy. So, at 11:58am, I walked as quickly as possible to my favorite place to work online in all the world, perched between the ocean and the sky... I notified my selfless security system in the way.
Please, my not-human trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment I passed the canon in the park and ending at 1:30pm PDT.
I stayed in the park working online until an energy pulse pointed directly at me until 2:10p caused cyclic seizures and blackouts directly preventing my brain from functioning any longer. I tried to tweet that I would call my mom at 1:45pm, and I could not publish it until 1:49pm. The lengths Obama's proven war criminal terrorist conspiracy go to only to silence the truth going public of everything they make me suffer through.
The sweatercoat came off and I got busy. ... I was expecting mail from my mother on Thursday, 14May2015. I tried to find round trip tickets for her to visit me. And by 5:33pm, I was eating a cookie and trying to catch up with my loved ones and TweetHearts while on the balcony that ALWAYS reminded me of the rooftops of Mexico City that I danced on in 2010.
News at 7pm but they were delayed posting it. I walked to where people who used to be my friends were playing music. I said hello to every musician before standing front and center in front of the band who had invited me. I quickly learned they all, except for the lead guitarist had been brainwashed into irrational hatred of me.
When the music stopped, I was so disgustingly verbally assaulted by a man who would not leave me alone no matter how many times he told me to that I was practically weeping through Twitter for Syniva to arrest him.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals from their last song all of the way until I told a restaurant how much I love them. Thank you. (You will also want the verified nanotech footage of me in the ocean.)
At 9:44pm, I was warning the world that I was proceeding to my conversation patio, so someone if not many people could send me safe food and clean caffeine. Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization, particularly ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA, were willing to go to any lengths to rape and torture me to death with their modus operandi of completely unjustifiable control of me.
I was in my conversation patio at approximately 10:06pm, and by 11:38pm, Chuy and I had reached, "I am not allowed to know any of it ever happened." At 11:44pm, a mellowed out bitch had appeared, as did the alpha bitch's pet puppy with s different woman.
Doing my best to keep my minutes...
As always, for the up-to-the-minute play-by-play of my life, follow my award-winning Twitter account.
Just after 7am, I perched in the Starbucks where Richard and I used to meet every morning until he was forbidden all contact with me even after obeying all of Obama's war criminal terrorist organization's demands on him just for him to be able to spend time with me at all.
There was no Richard, and after roughly 2.5 hours of trying to recharge both iPad batteries, they were far from ready for me to spend the rest of the day not tethered to an outlet.
Most distressingly after that 2.5 hours, that Starbucks (no reflection on corporate) intentionally aimed an energy pulse at me to cause me blackouts and seizures, as we had recently just removed from other places around the city, and admitted to doing it on purpose and only to me.
Here was my statement at 10:20am on 12May2015: @ICTJ @UN @NIH @Martin_Dempsey #SquidsPoA Did you see the staff of this @Starbucks as I walked out? Not only are they refusing me from doing my REAL job of globally-critical service to humanity by refusing to allow me to have ANY charge in my iPads; they willfully caused me seizures to force me to stop recharging my iPads in this coffee shop where I am a regular customer. Fry them as the war criminals they are! EVERY DAMN EMPLOYEE. They were laughing about how I had to leave and about being able to force me out by causing me seizures and blackouts. FUCKING TERRORIST PSYCHOPATHS!!!
I quickly updated my personal assistant SquidName:Alfred with where I would be into the afternoon before asking friends to send friends to provide safe snacks and clean caffeine. I was at a less-often-than-other-but-still-faithfully-regular perch outside my local 7-11 as fast as I could get there. The customer service was wonderful there that day.
At 10:44am, "Tony," my adorable "tennis player" friend who lives only slightly less pennilessly than I in and around my now-holy-grounds playland appeared almost instantly and really did offer me a safe snack and clean caffeine, after he asked if I wanted anything from inside.
A beyond-brave U.S. Military rescue to bring me to my own husband crashed and then was as quickly rescued itself all while I was still eating my "Big Bite" hot dog (pico de gallo and minced onions only). There were no alarms to ask me to send them help, but there were alarms to ask me to help rescue myself not much later.
While my local florists were adorning their stands with nature's never-delicate beauties on the front of the 7-11 with spectacular customer service that day (Did I mention that yet?), I sent this...
11:12am on 12May2015: #DirtyLaceyAlarm? #ModusOperandi intentionally fabricated false charges as an excuse to rape and torture and experiment on me until I die?
I had told Alfred I would be at my local library by noon. But the sun was warm, and the only power outlets at the library were indoors. I hate recirculated air. It makes my wings itchy. So, at 11:58am, I walked as quickly as possible to my favorite place to work online in all the world, perched between the ocean and the sky... I notified my selfless security system in the way.
Please, my not-human trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment I passed the canon in the park and ending at 1:30pm PDT.
I stayed in the park working online until an energy pulse pointed directly at me until 2:10p caused cyclic seizures and blackouts directly preventing my brain from functioning any longer. I tried to tweet that I would call my mom at 1:45pm, and I could not publish it until 1:49pm. The lengths Obama's proven war criminal terrorist conspiracy go to only to silence the truth going public of everything they make me suffer through.
The sweatercoat came off and I got busy. ... I was expecting mail from my mother on Thursday, 14May2015. I tried to find round trip tickets for her to visit me. And by 5:33pm, I was eating a cookie and trying to catch up with my loved ones and TweetHearts while on the balcony that ALWAYS reminded me of the rooftops of Mexico City that I danced on in 2010.
News at 7pm but they were delayed posting it. I walked to where people who used to be my friends were playing music. I said hello to every musician before standing front and center in front of the band who had invited me. I quickly learned they all, except for the lead guitarist had been brainwashed into irrational hatred of me.
When the music stopped, I was so disgustingly verbally assaulted by a man who would not leave me alone no matter how many times he told me to that I was practically weeping through Twitter for Syniva to arrest him.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals from their last song all of the way until I told a restaurant how much I love them. Thank you. (You will also want the verified nanotech footage of me in the ocean.)
At 9:44pm, I was warning the world that I was proceeding to my conversation patio, so someone if not many people could send me safe food and clean caffeine. Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization, particularly ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA, were willing to go to any lengths to rape and torture me to death with their modus operandi of completely unjustifiable control of me.
I was in my conversation patio at approximately 10:06pm, and by 11:38pm, Chuy and I had reached, "I am not allowed to know any of it ever happened." At 11:44pm, a mellowed out bitch had appeared, as did the alpha bitch's pet puppy with s different woman.
11May2015 notes
11May2015 notes
Just keeping track of my minutes...
1am Roger actually delivered both of my iPads to me
To address concerns Roger gave me fair warning of about a "change of management"
The full rundown of why the world will destroy itself if the truth about me is silenced--SquidStream, blog, Twitter, iPads, emails, recordings, snail mail
Recording requests went through Twitter.
To address concerns about Sweetness... Yes, dear, I understand. I do not have the time like I used to for writing snail mail anymore. I tried to make it up to you by writing the most romantic passages in human history at the end of each blog post, but my posts have been back logged for weeks. In return, Beloved, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our conversation on the metal bench including the evil villain monologuing behind us.
By 2:39am, the Social Security explanation... Further explanation of how long ago my first application was, how bad the Social Security system functioned at the time including recommending lawyers in Utah and their not putting dates on all of my paperwork, Liberty Mutual, when I realized I had no REAL mental illness after years of misdiagnoses and war crime coverups was Dr. Kamalo in Liverpool in 2010, and how innocent just manipulated Attorney David S. Wright, esquire, is on all if this.
3:25am Pompadour in a hat. Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals from the moment he approached to the moment he disappeared. Thx!
By 4:17am, invited to random park benches and even to the Not-A-Real-McDonalds by one of my grey-haired gentlemen (Remember how they all must make assholes of themselves for the pleasure if talking to and often feeding me?). I eventually joined him at 4:59am outside of the coffee shop where the CEO of Twitter once had permission to meet me.
Yet, a different egotist was the one who had the conversation with me that morning. Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning at 5:01am exactly and ending when I sat down by the fountain. Thx! We will entitle it, "I said no strings attached."
Finally all caught up with TweetHearts at approx 10am. Curled up to sleep in as public a place as possible also watched by multiple cameras. Woke up naturally and was preened for the day at 2:47pm when I kickstarted my SquidStream.
Woke up confronted by an asshole singing ugly music. Proven war criminals "Save the Chikdren" were in my face threatening electroshock immediately. Belongings were soaked in new water while I had slept. Every penny I had on me was stolen from me, including my cash in my bra. I was threatened a quack "Save the Children" admitted to sending me to assassinate me with lies and torture with would arrive by 5pm.
WORLD?!? Where are you?!? Where is my hotel room?!? Where is my mail from my mother?!? Where are my bodyguards Tentacle?!? Where are my safe snacks and clean caffeine?!? Where is my physical safety?!? Why will no one ever listen to me?!?
Why will you obey proven warmongers and proven war criminals and destroy humanity for them instead of just listening to me finally?!? YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!!! Look at the human rights debacle that is America and the escalating global instability! That is what YOU caused EVERYWHERE by controlling me and never doing what I want!!! Do you understand what incorruptible benevolence is, yet? Have you seen my résumé of the good that is accomplished when people DO listen to me?!?
If you keep doing what they want and keep controlling me not just escalate controlling me, it was your choice to destroy this world by removing my influence from it. How many people did YOU kill just today by STILL refusing me my human rights?
Furthermore, "FEMA has been warned!"
With barely any charge in either iPad after their being plugged in as long as possible. I tried to listen to music to calm down, but it just reminded me of how everyone who cares about me at all is forbidden all contact with me. I watched the news at 7pm.
8pm statement pretty much the moment I arrived in my soon-to-be-holy-ground playland where they told me they, every asshole around me, are choosing themselves to escalate their unrelenting and beyond-inhumane abuse of me until I "submit" to the very (Iowan) war criminals who already destroyed America and are committed to torturing and racing me until I die...
YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS SACKS OF SHIT INFESTING MY PLAYLAND WHICH EVERY BENEVOLENT RELIGION IS IN THE PROCESS OF DECLARING HOLY GROUND BECAUSE OF MY AND MY TENTACLE'S DIVINE ONCE-NIGHTLY RITUALS HERE, you are NOT locals! You do NOT deserve to be in my presence unless you treat me as I deserve for REAL in this world. The entire planet has all the surveillance cameras. You will ALL be treated BY THE ENTIRE PLANET like you choose to heinously abuse me unless you respect me like I deserve for REAL. Call any local news station anywhere in America for the ACTUAL truth. You will ALL be abused by the WORLD as heinously as you choose to abuse me until you SUBMIT to international justice and federal law enforcement. Get out of MY Metropolis of Angels, you fucking terrorist bitches!
Verified and unedited with full audio and visuals starting here 10:52pm and ending when I talked to Roger after 12:26am on 12May2015. One more conversation after that should be circulated verified and unedited, too, before I left for my promised 3am safe place.
I needed to convince my beautiful world AGAIN that I was NOT DEAD, so my bodyguards for that specific location could show up finally. This photo taken live and one darling Ms. Carly Simon later, they all knew I was the REAL me, and I slept safely and securely. It was overdue rest I long needed.
I woke up naturally just before 6am on 12May2015. My selfless support system may or may not have been in the process of sneaking safe snacks and clean caffeine to me when I picked up my stuff. I gave them recommendations from a coffee shop that morning on where to find me later that day if they still wanted me caffeinated and properly fed that day.
Just keeping track of my minutes...
1am Roger actually delivered both of my iPads to me
To address concerns Roger gave me fair warning of about a "change of management"
The full rundown of why the world will destroy itself if the truth about me is silenced--SquidStream, blog, Twitter, iPads, emails, recordings, snail mail
Recording requests went through Twitter.
To address concerns about Sweetness... Yes, dear, I understand. I do not have the time like I used to for writing snail mail anymore. I tried to make it up to you by writing the most romantic passages in human history at the end of each blog post, but my posts have been back logged for weeks. In return, Beloved, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our conversation on the metal bench including the evil villain monologuing behind us.
By 2:39am, the Social Security explanation... Further explanation of how long ago my first application was, how bad the Social Security system functioned at the time including recommending lawyers in Utah and their not putting dates on all of my paperwork, Liberty Mutual, when I realized I had no REAL mental illness after years of misdiagnoses and war crime coverups was Dr. Kamalo in Liverpool in 2010, and how innocent just manipulated Attorney David S. Wright, esquire, is on all if this.
3:25am Pompadour in a hat. Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals from the moment he approached to the moment he disappeared. Thx!
By 4:17am, invited to random park benches and even to the Not-A-Real-McDonalds by one of my grey-haired gentlemen (Remember how they all must make assholes of themselves for the pleasure if talking to and often feeding me?). I eventually joined him at 4:59am outside of the coffee shop where the CEO of Twitter once had permission to meet me.
Yet, a different egotist was the one who had the conversation with me that morning. Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning at 5:01am exactly and ending when I sat down by the fountain. Thx! We will entitle it, "I said no strings attached."
Finally all caught up with TweetHearts at approx 10am. Curled up to sleep in as public a place as possible also watched by multiple cameras. Woke up naturally and was preened for the day at 2:47pm when I kickstarted my SquidStream.
Woke up confronted by an asshole singing ugly music. Proven war criminals "Save the Chikdren" were in my face threatening electroshock immediately. Belongings were soaked in new water while I had slept. Every penny I had on me was stolen from me, including my cash in my bra. I was threatened a quack "Save the Children" admitted to sending me to assassinate me with lies and torture with would arrive by 5pm.
WORLD?!? Where are you?!? Where is my hotel room?!? Where is my mail from my mother?!? Where are my bodyguards Tentacle?!? Where are my safe snacks and clean caffeine?!? Where is my physical safety?!? Why will no one ever listen to me?!?
Why will you obey proven warmongers and proven war criminals and destroy humanity for them instead of just listening to me finally?!? YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!!! Look at the human rights debacle that is America and the escalating global instability! That is what YOU caused EVERYWHERE by controlling me and never doing what I want!!! Do you understand what incorruptible benevolence is, yet? Have you seen my résumé of the good that is accomplished when people DO listen to me?!?
If you keep doing what they want and keep controlling me not just escalate controlling me, it was your choice to destroy this world by removing my influence from it. How many people did YOU kill just today by STILL refusing me my human rights?
Furthermore, "FEMA has been warned!"
With barely any charge in either iPad after their being plugged in as long as possible. I tried to listen to music to calm down, but it just reminded me of how everyone who cares about me at all is forbidden all contact with me. I watched the news at 7pm.
8pm statement pretty much the moment I arrived in my soon-to-be-holy-ground playland where they told me they, every asshole around me, are choosing themselves to escalate their unrelenting and beyond-inhumane abuse of me until I "submit" to the very (Iowan) war criminals who already destroyed America and are committed to torturing and racing me until I die...
YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS SACKS OF SHIT INFESTING MY PLAYLAND WHICH EVERY BENEVOLENT RELIGION IS IN THE PROCESS OF DECLARING HOLY GROUND BECAUSE OF MY AND MY TENTACLE'S DIVINE ONCE-NIGHTLY RITUALS HERE, you are NOT locals! You do NOT deserve to be in my presence unless you treat me as I deserve for REAL in this world. The entire planet has all the surveillance cameras. You will ALL be treated BY THE ENTIRE PLANET like you choose to heinously abuse me unless you respect me like I deserve for REAL. Call any local news station anywhere in America for the ACTUAL truth. You will ALL be abused by the WORLD as heinously as you choose to abuse me until you SUBMIT to international justice and federal law enforcement. Get out of MY Metropolis of Angels, you fucking terrorist bitches!
Verified and unedited with full audio and visuals starting here 10:52pm and ending when I talked to Roger after 12:26am on 12May2015. One more conversation after that should be circulated verified and unedited, too, before I left for my promised 3am safe place.
I needed to convince my beautiful world AGAIN that I was NOT DEAD, so my bodyguards for that specific location could show up finally. This photo taken live and one darling Ms. Carly Simon later, they all knew I was the REAL me, and I slept safely and securely. It was overdue rest I long needed.
I woke up naturally just before 6am on 12May2015. My selfless support system may or may not have been in the process of sneaking safe snacks and clean caffeine to me when I picked up my stuff. I gave them recommendations from a coffee shop that morning on where to find me later that day if they still wanted me caffeinated and properly fed that day.
10May2015 notes...
10May2015 notes by 1am the following morning..
3:01am it was prom?
3:47am I left, too.
Worked online. Check Twitter activity.
My statement at 8:22pm on 10May2015...
At approximately 8:35am, I placed my bag on a table on my conversation patio to look for my money inside and almost immediately the Spawn From Hell Warmonger inside attacked me, my clothing, and my priceless belongings including my writing journals with water. I screamed for the police. THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO LAW ENFORCEMENT IN HERE ANYWHERE!!! So, he attacked me and my belongings with more water! THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE NEEDS TO GO TO PRISON!!! Did you see everyone on that patio? That was beyond singling me out for persecution, hate crimes, and intentionally inciting global instability. Hold him personally accountable for all violence and death he caused himself for attacking me like that.
Finally, a police officer showed up, so I could finally leave the premesis. I know no one gets arrested when I am around. I left drenched in water with almost all of my far too rare belongings destroyed. But, when I went back to make sure that MOST EVIL DEMON OF THE ATHEIST HELL only stopped pouring water on me after twice and the ONLY reason a police officer showed up at all was because the ASSHOLE FROM HELL mistook the guy next to me for my Royal Consort Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic. Then, the WHY IS THAT MAN WHO INTENTIONALLY CAUSES WAR NOT ARRESTED YET complained I was not passed out yet and vulnerable to rape after all of the sedatives he put in the water he covered me in!
Point proven, yet? I need my darlings Tentacle as bodyguards! That would actually keep me not just my priceless belongings safe. WORLD, WHERE ARE YOU?!? What the fuck does it take to make me safe from ASSHOLES LIKE HIM?!? When I am just trying to get safe snacks and clean caffeine, so I can do my REAL job of selfless service to the entire world, WHY IS THAT FUCKING WARMONGER ALLOWED TO DO THAT TO ME?!? They would not even arrest him!
Michael showed up to offer me safe snacks and clean caffeine which we proved the previous day, 09May, is the only thing that will EVER make anything better until a REAL loved one can finally hold me in (in this case his) arms and make love to me.
We went to Von's where the grocery store disowned their coffee counter in front of me because the proven war criminal there insisted on drugging me as her act of war against all of humanity. Michael bought me a chicken tandoori samosa, pesto farfalle salad, and Brussel sprouts apple slaw for lunch. I also asked him to buy me fresh raspberries, my favorite food in all the world.
I was poisoned and possibly drugged at a cafe on my way back to my playland. I told them the only way to make up to me was to give me clean caffeine. They gave me decaf. Syn, destroy them.
I was almost passed out already from those chemicals when I sat down to eat my lunch before notifying the ENTIRE world that I needed REALLY HEAVY PROTECTION from Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization while I slept off the chemicals in a public place where I had hoped the public could keep me safe.
I woke up after someone stood over me screaming GREEN CARD, as if there were any phrase that had anything less to do with my reality. All of my left eye contacts were stolen. Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization were trying to take away my only remaining security system, my SquidStream, the only thing I have to force the people around me to obey any laws at all to create any safety for me at all.
There was so much water in the bottom of my pink bag that almost all of my belongings in there were completely destroyed. I am so close to Obama and they who irrationally attack me on his behalf assassinating me I can feel it.
My beautiful world, on 09May2015, I asked for a hotel room my REAL federal government would keep safe for me like they proved they can a few nights ago when I was caffeinated and fed well enough to tell them exactly where I will be sleeping off that previous detox.
My beautiful world, you know if I ask you for anything, I need it. I ask for so little ever. You know how big of a deal it is if I ask for anything.
I need that hotel room, and I need it NOW. My NSA alpha nerds, you need to deliver me the reservation confirmationemail from the REAL federal government and from the REAL world via my mother safely and immediately.
I do not know what else they did to me in my sleep. I woke up a mess. I walked as fast as possible to LightFoot and MannedUp who had only my previous day was beautiful. They did not yet know how ugly today had proved to be. I pray my minutes on my previous day can be retrieved by my NSA alpha nerds.
There was no General Lee. When the two had finally healed me enough I could figure out what to do, I left them weeping over the physical attacks on my body first in the morning by THE EVIL SPAWN FROM HELL and then later while I had slept. I knew I had to find a way to write all of this down for the world, something Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization was also breaking every law possible from local to international to prevent.
I always have at least $2 due to my running gag with my beloved LightFood. I am sure he will forgive me for spending one today to make sure I had the power outlet to deliver this safely to the world.
1) World, I need that hotel room ASAP that my support system already in here can keep safe for me. I just need to be able to tell them where I will be.
2) I need emergency cash, contacts, and gifts from my mother IMMEDIATELY. Please get expedited mail from her to me tomorrow. Pleas do not fail me, FBI.
3) I need all three of my darlings Tentacle as bodyguards. It is already proven from this morning just their presence will keep me safe.
Thank you! Please put Roger on the 8pm to 2am shift, so he can recharge both of these iPads for me while Tentacle heal me. I need to feel loved and cared for right now. So many people here are only here to hate and attack me. Both iPad batteries are pretty much guaranteed to die the moment I unplug them. This battery has been at 4% ever since I arrived and refuses to recharge.
...End statement from 8:22pm.
After that... I updated and backed up all my notes before hugging TambourineKicker on my way back to LightFoot and MannedUp. Yes, they were right there as close to me as they could get at the far end of my playland where I had sought out the best power outlet I could think of.
And we made love. I had to submerge in an evening healing from my morning and afternoon first. But once I could and obviously before I had even warmed up, LightFoot and I were on opposite sides of the street making music to each other.
I am not a solitary creature. Man is a political animal.
Once I showed up after dropping both of my iPads off with Roger to recharge their batteries while I was with Tentacle, the three of us barely said a word to each other. We left it on the dance floor. Watch us if they will let you.
Do you remember the scene in The Fugitive where Tommy Lee Jones and my adult adoptive father Mr. Harrison "Big Daddy" Ford have a minimalist conversation before Dad jumps off the damn into the river? It is one of the most highly regarded examples in film history of how a physical presence can convey meaning. And so Tentacle and I spoke that night... without the words I am so famous for.
They were taken away from me much too soon with one of my only verbal message to them at all, "Once a week is not enough [especially with every escalating crime I need to heal from]."
They were taken away, so I was so grumpy... Until I got clean caffeine. That story is told in the recording I already requested through Twitter; it involved a young Mexican darling Mr. Brien "General Lee" Dennehy look-sort-of-a-like. Also, in that recording, it was obviously not a negotiating table. She refused to sit at one with me.
3:01am it was prom?
3:47am I left, too.
Worked online. Check Twitter activity.
My statement at 8:22pm on 10May2015...
At approximately 8:35am, I placed my bag on a table on my conversation patio to look for my money inside and almost immediately the Spawn From Hell Warmonger inside attacked me, my clothing, and my priceless belongings including my writing journals with water. I screamed for the police. THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO LAW ENFORCEMENT IN HERE ANYWHERE!!! So, he attacked me and my belongings with more water! THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE NEEDS TO GO TO PRISON!!! Did you see everyone on that patio? That was beyond singling me out for persecution, hate crimes, and intentionally inciting global instability. Hold him personally accountable for all violence and death he caused himself for attacking me like that.
Finally, a police officer showed up, so I could finally leave the premesis. I know no one gets arrested when I am around. I left drenched in water with almost all of my far too rare belongings destroyed. But, when I went back to make sure that MOST EVIL DEMON OF THE ATHEIST HELL only stopped pouring water on me after twice and the ONLY reason a police officer showed up at all was because the ASSHOLE FROM HELL mistook the guy next to me for my Royal Consort Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic. Then, the WHY IS THAT MAN WHO INTENTIONALLY CAUSES WAR NOT ARRESTED YET complained I was not passed out yet and vulnerable to rape after all of the sedatives he put in the water he covered me in!
Point proven, yet? I need my darlings Tentacle as bodyguards! That would actually keep me not just my priceless belongings safe. WORLD, WHERE ARE YOU?!? What the fuck does it take to make me safe from ASSHOLES LIKE HIM?!? When I am just trying to get safe snacks and clean caffeine, so I can do my REAL job of selfless service to the entire world, WHY IS THAT FUCKING WARMONGER ALLOWED TO DO THAT TO ME?!? They would not even arrest him!
Michael showed up to offer me safe snacks and clean caffeine which we proved the previous day, 09May, is the only thing that will EVER make anything better until a REAL loved one can finally hold me in (in this case his) arms and make love to me.
We went to Von's where the grocery store disowned their coffee counter in front of me because the proven war criminal there insisted on drugging me as her act of war against all of humanity. Michael bought me a chicken tandoori samosa, pesto farfalle salad, and Brussel sprouts apple slaw for lunch. I also asked him to buy me fresh raspberries, my favorite food in all the world.
I was poisoned and possibly drugged at a cafe on my way back to my playland. I told them the only way to make up to me was to give me clean caffeine. They gave me decaf. Syn, destroy them.
I was almost passed out already from those chemicals when I sat down to eat my lunch before notifying the ENTIRE world that I needed REALLY HEAVY PROTECTION from Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization while I slept off the chemicals in a public place where I had hoped the public could keep me safe.
I woke up after someone stood over me screaming GREEN CARD, as if there were any phrase that had anything less to do with my reality. All of my left eye contacts were stolen. Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization were trying to take away my only remaining security system, my SquidStream, the only thing I have to force the people around me to obey any laws at all to create any safety for me at all.
There was so much water in the bottom of my pink bag that almost all of my belongings in there were completely destroyed. I am so close to Obama and they who irrationally attack me on his behalf assassinating me I can feel it.
My beautiful world, on 09May2015, I asked for a hotel room my REAL federal government would keep safe for me like they proved they can a few nights ago when I was caffeinated and fed well enough to tell them exactly where I will be sleeping off that previous detox.
My beautiful world, you know if I ask you for anything, I need it. I ask for so little ever. You know how big of a deal it is if I ask for anything.
I need that hotel room, and I need it NOW. My NSA alpha nerds, you need to deliver me the reservation confirmationemail from the REAL federal government and from the REAL world via my mother safely and immediately.
I do not know what else they did to me in my sleep. I woke up a mess. I walked as fast as possible to LightFoot and MannedUp who had only my previous day was beautiful. They did not yet know how ugly today had proved to be. I pray my minutes on my previous day can be retrieved by my NSA alpha nerds.
There was no General Lee. When the two had finally healed me enough I could figure out what to do, I left them weeping over the physical attacks on my body first in the morning by THE EVIL SPAWN FROM HELL and then later while I had slept. I knew I had to find a way to write all of this down for the world, something Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization was also breaking every law possible from local to international to prevent.
I always have at least $2 due to my running gag with my beloved LightFood. I am sure he will forgive me for spending one today to make sure I had the power outlet to deliver this safely to the world.
1) World, I need that hotel room ASAP that my support system already in here can keep safe for me. I just need to be able to tell them where I will be.
2) I need emergency cash, contacts, and gifts from my mother IMMEDIATELY. Please get expedited mail from her to me tomorrow. Pleas do not fail me, FBI.
3) I need all three of my darlings Tentacle as bodyguards. It is already proven from this morning just their presence will keep me safe.
Thank you! Please put Roger on the 8pm to 2am shift, so he can recharge both of these iPads for me while Tentacle heal me. I need to feel loved and cared for right now. So many people here are only here to hate and attack me. Both iPad batteries are pretty much guaranteed to die the moment I unplug them. This battery has been at 4% ever since I arrived and refuses to recharge.
...End statement from 8:22pm.
After that... I updated and backed up all my notes before hugging TambourineKicker on my way back to LightFoot and MannedUp. Yes, they were right there as close to me as they could get at the far end of my playland where I had sought out the best power outlet I could think of.
And we made love. I had to submerge in an evening healing from my morning and afternoon first. But once I could and obviously before I had even warmed up, LightFoot and I were on opposite sides of the street making music to each other.
I am not a solitary creature. Man is a political animal.
Once I showed up after dropping both of my iPads off with Roger to recharge their batteries while I was with Tentacle, the three of us barely said a word to each other. We left it on the dance floor. Watch us if they will let you.
Do you remember the scene in The Fugitive where Tommy Lee Jones and my adult adoptive father Mr. Harrison "Big Daddy" Ford have a minimalist conversation before Dad jumps off the damn into the river? It is one of the most highly regarded examples in film history of how a physical presence can convey meaning. And so Tentacle and I spoke that night... without the words I am so famous for.
They were taken away from me much too soon with one of my only verbal message to them at all, "Once a week is not enough [especially with every escalating crime I need to heal from]."
They were taken away, so I was so grumpy... Until I got clean caffeine. That story is told in the recording I already requested through Twitter; it involved a young Mexican darling Mr. Brien "General Lee" Dennehy look-sort-of-a-like. Also, in that recording, it was obviously not a negotiating table. She refused to sit at one with me.
No Shit, Sherlock... Your Random 90s Reference for the Day
Title: No Shit, Sherlock... Your Random 90s Reference for the Day.
Recap of drugs and roofies in all places I have eaten and attempted to caffeinate 08May2015 and by 7:52am on 09May2015...
Late on 07May, Michael of day-of-roll-of-tape fame showed up on my conversation patio, ordered by Obama's infestation to placate me as a faux sycophant, to provide sandwich, safe caffeine, SmartWater(tm), popcorn, more than one ice cream product, etc... All was safe.
Early on 08May, he appeared where I perched to watch my middle-aged menfolk to feed me a completely safe breakfast, too. We had that talk, the previous night, about the three never-fail steps to absolution and protection.
At about 4pm on 08May, after my hours long "Save the Children" smack down, I ate very delicious and safe food yet very chemically dangerous coffee at my local Americanized Chinese restaurant. I sent the coffee back twice, and everyone was okay with my not paying for drugged coffee that could have assassinated me thereby potentially destroying the entire world.
Late 08May, a kind stranger who looked like my darling Mr. Danny Elfman handed me $5 while I was in line for the McDonald's. The food was as many calories as I could buy. The iced tea was drugged, but they refunded me the cash after I complained. Sadly, after they intentionally drugged me with the iced tea, they openly refused anyone near me while on their premesis no matter how much my lovers and believers there complained to them they wanted to be near me. I sat on that patio completely alone. All protection for me is forbidden around me when people roofie and drug me into passing out, so they can assault and abuse without my being able to defend myself. Do you remember epic videos from 26Apr2015?
At 4:14am, after a safe nap watched by the invisible international community while streaming some sort of version of HBO's "Montage of Heck," I ate two breakfast burritos at the McDonald's-So-Vile-It-Was-Already-Disowned-By-Corporate. I went there on purpose to see if they had yet decided to obey any laws. I will let the verified and unedited recording speak for itself.
I kept nodding off, due to energy pulse in the fast fooderie already installed to wait for me or due to the food. I was the only person verbally assaulted. I was the only person singled out to be thrown out. A bitch right next to me even screamed, MAKE SURE SHE CANNOT USE THE BATHROOM, TOO!
I was so drugged by something that I just collected my evidence and left. When the drugs from breakfast wore off, I was angry and got ready for the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity (no reflection on Starbucks corporate).
The Pikes Place Roast was clean and caffeinated. I plugged in both iPads. The public and various members of various levels of government could ask me their questions.
No problems with them at all until 8:05am when I needed to give them an unsolicited free legal consultation to prevent them from committing more acts of war against America. But they listened and chose not to destabilize the furious world into rioting and murdering they would have been held accountable for if they had thrown me out.
By 9:16am on 09May, the world's most notorious Starbucks seemed like it had chosen to save itself.
-----Begin email text----
9:45am email to my mother..
Mom, I need that mail! Contacts, gift cards, hotel room reservation, etc...I would still like gift certificates to the ... on Wilshire. If you are only permitted to send gift cards, secure their numbers with FBI directly and NSA directly before you mail them to me.
Gift cards I could actually use,....
VISA gift card
7-11
In-N-Out Burger
Steak'N'Shake
CVS
Vonn's
Subway
Panda Express
Starbucks
Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf
Love you and THX!
--TanTan
-----End email text-----
Except for a blithering idiot too stupid to reverse engineer and a muscled up ugly mustache behind the counter screaming hostile nonsense for hours, the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity was rather uneventful.
I caught the most absolutely vile employee at my 24hr convenience store openly plotting an assassination of me by attempting to lock me in ANY controlled environment; that has so many legal precedents.
I waited, as always, until law enforcement could arrive before walking around the corner. There, I caught the same hotbed of treason I already asked my amazing husband to shutdown completely still making SO MUCH MONEY lying to the public that they ever at all supported me.
12:33pm on 09May2015: Absolute refusal of ANY law enforcement in here is why my proven loved ones willing to die to help me survive this "egg" are world heroes.
1:21pm the guy pretended to be Lance Armstrong made a show I am not physically safe by walking past me.
By 1:40pm, I was outside the treason bar rumor had it I and my husband own, the hotbed of treason I mentioned above; only the guilty get nervous when I wear my hat.
1:57pm I caught the fake cop who had already committed every crime possible from harassment to destabilizing humanity both overseas and nationwide while attempting compulsively and unrelentingly FOR MONTHS to torture and rape me to death in a literal torture facility watching me from the street corner. That ugly bitch had been following me around for days.
I received a request for me to write a new sestina; did everyone watch me ink it live? I was at my local fast fooderie turning in enemies of humanity in their kitchen and consuming tacos ravenously due to my near-foodlessness all day when I finally wrote out the pattern and the ending words.
Text generation began at 2:41pm and ended at 2:52pm on 09May2015.
Still untitled...
The self-perpetuating cycle of tacos
Here inside a hell-torn box
Of sin lit fire upon terrorist gasoline
Below the waving messages of light banner.
Never take their evil-soaked pharmaceuticals
Borne by sinning soulless Terrorist Dictator Obama.
Forever shall the evil of Terrorist Dictator Obama
Burn through stomachs with their tacos,
Yet, the sustenance is always better than pharmaceuticals
Sold upon the face upon the box
That called the world to raise our banner
Above the fields pumping with gasoline.
Never trust another woman's gasoline,
Especially if she is sold by Terrorist Dictator Obama.
Never, never, never torch alight your banner
From the grease of your cheap tacos
Nor ever willingly pick up gloves to box
Unless you choose the fight the pharmaceuticals.
I once dated a man who invented pharmaceuticals
Which had a market mark-up much like gasoline.
But inside the sox on Knox like fox in box
There are only the empty commands of Terrorist Dictator Obama
Slowly, two-by-two, like ants go marching, tacos
Like those aloft on every party banner.
And so came the day Bruce "Hulk" Banner
Found out her arch nemesis-- the pharmaceuticals
Were always in the lettuce of her cycle of tacos
Pumped into her veins like cars filled with gasoline
Sold only to fund the war of abusive Terrorist Dictator Obama
And his horrors and terrors filling in this box.
No, my beautiful world, this box within box
That is the forgotten message of this day so banner
Marked with the thwarting of lies of Terrorist Dictator Obama
Bury your pills in the sand. Disavow your pharmaceuticals
In exchange for some tasty earthly gasoline
To pour with airy fingers upon your cornmeal tacos.
Never another such Terrorist Dictator Obama--stop him, but save his tacos.
Flush the remaining pharmaceuticals down the drain in a cheap pine box
With or without this sun banner soaked and lit in crystal clear gasoline.
Derek 2 Day and Bobby Fisher
09May2015 6pm and 6:48pm Skype calls to my mother-- on my terms now; ask Kris about the quality of terms I give & 18Feb
7pm no news broadcast that day
eBar on the way out of the building--should have gotten more FBI on them
7:34pm Von's was cleaned up
7:38pm Starbucks that stole my wallet on 09Jan--no outdoor chairs, marked hours said 8:30pm--They had no answers to my questions, but lied to my face that I was at all "contained" as if that would not be the death knell for every single person who ever tried it--no honesty in them only hostility
7:49pm CVS-- corporate had explained to them that liars only lie-- they were very apologetic to me but what about to every other CVS?
8:15pm TJMaxx, bought snacks, such a darling at checkout
8:19pm PF Chang's-- the caffeine was clean-- but I could have used a more charming bartender. Giggle.
9:29pm had attempted stirring it up, but was rusty
9:41pm at the end of my playland with so many people wanting to come back through for after-the-salutations
After a lot of genuine giggling with clandestine friends of various occupations, by 10:11pm I had explained to everyone...
1) All I needed was safe snacks and clean caffeine to cheer up. That was exactly what I had told them I needed.
2) The reason my darlings Tentacle were not there was because Obama beats them up, points guns at their heads, locks them in literal torture facilities, subjects them to suffering and humiliation no human should ever endure, and threaten my life to keep them away from me. They just can't bear being without me, so they keep trying. I might have played them into an upper hand recently, after which I instructed that they force Obama's war criminal terrorist organization meet all of their demands before they become willing to visit me again here. At least Tentacle listen to me.
I was soon perched on a park bench jotting blog notes unto the aether(net) as SquidName:Pinchas played sweet music beside me as I worked online. By 10:38pm, we were nothing but an anonymous crowd joined by nothing but the same melody in our individual souls gathered around one violin with strings resonating into the late night air.
11:02pm My Powers of Attorney, we need arrest warrants to force all of these completely irrationally justified (if justified at all) assassination attempts of me to finally end.
The late night conversation with the man who wished he was LightFoot...
Title: No Shit, Sherlock... Your Random 90s Reference for the Day
Keeping my Minutes Until All Caught Up...
7pm "On my way..." Alarms. Kickstarted SquidStream outside restroom. Followed the metaphorical SquidLight. Helped out some local businesses while waiting to find out what all the alarms were.
Rain. Sheltered from rain.
8:18pm As had once been normal, Michael appeared to buy me snacks.
9:16pm Remember how fast I turned this woman in last time I saw her? Just watch her and Michael before and after I say this.
9:20pm Joined by The Wrong Gabriel (There have been more than one.) and "his friend" in yellow rain slickers. Gabe just wanted to know about the fake cop who scared him off my marble corner the last time I saw him, 05May. Rumor had it, after learning I am the REAL Squid, started turning in hard evidence about all the frap in my local police department.
Verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment Michael appeared in my sight and ending after darling late Nat King Cole's Paper Moon.
Yeah? Well, tell Nate to show up like everyone else does. He treated me like a porn star the last time I saw him. My darling Mr. David Letterman is a witness. After [undisclosed sources] told me Thorbald died on the battlefield outside Des Moines just to save me from EVIL Iowa, I asked for Charlie, though there could never be a replacement for Thorbald in my life, not Nate. If Nate wants to battle royale for second place to King Sweetness just like everyone else does, he needs to goddamn show up.
Red was not permitted that night. After the human detrius with her neglected puppy finally vacated the area, Hassan swept up by 11:38pm. The horrifying no-excuse-for-a-man who pretended for weeks he was my darling Mr. Lance Armstrong started hovering at 11:41pm. A dear friend asked me for a cup of coffee, so I gave him my latest coupon for two free tacos.
[In Twiter]
The conversation went on into the wee hours of the morning...
I know that if I lose viewership, my public will not be watching attentively enough any longer to keep me safe. So, when I feel my SquidStream gets boring, I write flirty tweets...
Wes had appeared at 2:43am. Why the hell are NONE of these people arrested yet?!?
Then, there were cultural references to a rock opera... Then it rained... I finally ate the ramen and demanded Obama de-escalate... Left of my own accord...
Finally remembered my errand for the day... The electric pulse... Told Snoop... Michael offered me breakfast... Caught same cop from previous day questioning a homeless man on what does and what does not make me trust someone... WHY IS NO ACTUAL CRIMINAL ARRESTED, YET?!?
Much later than I wanted, 6:55am on 08May2015, watched my middle-aged men...
11:59am Came to naturally. ? Well, tell Nate to show up like everyone else does. He treated me like a porn star the last time I saw him. My darling Mr. David Letterman is a witness. After [undisclosed sources] told me Thorbald died on the battlefield outside Des Moines just to save me from EVIL Iowa, I asked for Charlie, though there could never be a replacement for Thorbald in my life, not Nate. If Nate wants to battle royale for second place to King Sweetness just like everyone else does, he needs to goddamn show up.oí
Roger plugged in my iPad at approx 11:28pm
Shortly after 12mid, the second grey-haired gentlemen of the night bought me a cup of coffee... 3rd grey-haired gentleman kept bringing me goodies while I chatted with the second.
Ramen
1:50am on 08May, the woman I turned in for stalking me left her bags right next to me without consulting me first when she went for coffee
[When in doubt, check my verified Twitter activity for the play-by-play.]
To add later...
Recap of drugs and roofies in all places I have eaten and attempted to caffeinate 08May2015 and by 7:52am on 09May2015...
Late on 07May, Michael of day-of-roll-of-tape fame showed up on my conversation patio, ordered by Obama's infestation to placate me as a faux sycophant, to provide sandwich, safe caffeine, SmartWater(tm), popcorn, more than one ice cream product, etc... All was safe.
Early on 08May, he appeared where I perched to watch my middle-aged menfolk to feed me a completely safe breakfast, too. We had that talk, the previous night, about the three never-fail steps to absolution and protection.
At about 4pm on 08May, after my hours long "Save the Children" smack down, I ate very delicious and safe food yet very chemically dangerous coffee at my local Americanized Chinese restaurant. I sent the coffee back twice, and everyone was okay with my not paying for drugged coffee that could have assassinated me thereby potentially destroying the entire world.
Late 08May, a kind stranger who looked like my darling Mr. Danny Elfman handed me $5 while I was in line for the McDonald's. The food was as many calories as I could buy. The iced tea was drugged, but they refunded me the cash after I complained. Sadly, after they intentionally drugged me with the iced tea, they openly refused anyone near me while on their premesis no matter how much my lovers and believers there complained to them they wanted to be near me. I sat on that patio completely alone. All protection for me is forbidden around me when people roofie and drug me into passing out, so they can assault and abuse without my being able to defend myself. Do you remember epic videos from 26Apr2015?
At 4:14am, after a safe nap watched by the invisible international community while streaming some sort of version of HBO's "Montage of Heck," I ate two breakfast burritos at the McDonald's-So-Vile-It-Was-Already-Disowned-By-Corporate. I went there on purpose to see if they had yet decided to obey any laws. I will let the verified and unedited recording speak for itself.
I kept nodding off, due to energy pulse in the fast fooderie already installed to wait for me or due to the food. I was the only person verbally assaulted. I was the only person singled out to be thrown out. A bitch right next to me even screamed, MAKE SURE SHE CANNOT USE THE BATHROOM, TOO!
I was so drugged by something that I just collected my evidence and left. When the drugs from breakfast wore off, I was angry and got ready for the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity (no reflection on Starbucks corporate).
The Pikes Place Roast was clean and caffeinated. I plugged in both iPads. The public and various members of various levels of government could ask me their questions.
No problems with them at all until 8:05am when I needed to give them an unsolicited free legal consultation to prevent them from committing more acts of war against America. But they listened and chose not to destabilize the furious world into rioting and murdering they would have been held accountable for if they had thrown me out.
By 9:16am on 09May, the world's most notorious Starbucks seemed like it had chosen to save itself.
-----Begin email text----
9:45am email to my mother..
Mom, I need that mail! Contacts, gift cards, hotel room reservation, etc...I would still like gift certificates to the ... on Wilshire. If you are only permitted to send gift cards, secure their numbers with FBI directly and NSA directly before you mail them to me.
Gift cards I could actually use,....
VISA gift card
7-11
In-N-Out Burger
Steak'N'Shake
CVS
Vonn's
Subway
Panda Express
Starbucks
Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf
Love you and THX!
--TanTan
-----End email text-----
Except for a blithering idiot too stupid to reverse engineer and a muscled up ugly mustache behind the counter screaming hostile nonsense for hours, the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity was rather uneventful.
I caught the most absolutely vile employee at my 24hr convenience store openly plotting an assassination of me by attempting to lock me in ANY controlled environment; that has so many legal precedents.
I waited, as always, until law enforcement could arrive before walking around the corner. There, I caught the same hotbed of treason I already asked my amazing husband to shutdown completely still making SO MUCH MONEY lying to the public that they ever at all supported me.
12:33pm on 09May2015: Absolute refusal of ANY law enforcement in here is why my proven loved ones willing to die to help me survive this "egg" are world heroes.
1:21pm the guy pretended to be Lance Armstrong made a show I am not physically safe by walking past me.
By 1:40pm, I was outside the treason bar rumor had it I and my husband own, the hotbed of treason I mentioned above; only the guilty get nervous when I wear my hat.
1:57pm I caught the fake cop who had already committed every crime possible from harassment to destabilizing humanity both overseas and nationwide while attempting compulsively and unrelentingly FOR MONTHS to torture and rape me to death in a literal torture facility watching me from the street corner. That ugly bitch had been following me around for days.
I received a request for me to write a new sestina; did everyone watch me ink it live? I was at my local fast fooderie turning in enemies of humanity in their kitchen and consuming tacos ravenously due to my near-foodlessness all day when I finally wrote out the pattern and the ending words.
Text generation began at 2:41pm and ended at 2:52pm on 09May2015.
Still untitled...
The self-perpetuating cycle of tacos
Here inside a hell-torn box
Of sin lit fire upon terrorist gasoline
Below the waving messages of light banner.
Never take their evil-soaked pharmaceuticals
Borne by sinning soulless Terrorist Dictator Obama.
Forever shall the evil of Terrorist Dictator Obama
Burn through stomachs with their tacos,
Yet, the sustenance is always better than pharmaceuticals
Sold upon the face upon the box
That called the world to raise our banner
Above the fields pumping with gasoline.
Never trust another woman's gasoline,
Especially if she is sold by Terrorist Dictator Obama.
Never, never, never torch alight your banner
From the grease of your cheap tacos
Nor ever willingly pick up gloves to box
Unless you choose the fight the pharmaceuticals.
I once dated a man who invented pharmaceuticals
Which had a market mark-up much like gasoline.
But inside the sox on Knox like fox in box
There are only the empty commands of Terrorist Dictator Obama
Slowly, two-by-two, like ants go marching, tacos
Like those aloft on every party banner.
And so came the day Bruce "Hulk" Banner
Found out her arch nemesis-- the pharmaceuticals
Were always in the lettuce of her cycle of tacos
Pumped into her veins like cars filled with gasoline
Sold only to fund the war of abusive Terrorist Dictator Obama
And his horrors and terrors filling in this box.
No, my beautiful world, this box within box
That is the forgotten message of this day so banner
Marked with the thwarting of lies of Terrorist Dictator Obama
Bury your pills in the sand. Disavow your pharmaceuticals
In exchange for some tasty earthly gasoline
To pour with airy fingers upon your cornmeal tacos.
Never another such Terrorist Dictator Obama--stop him, but save his tacos.
Flush the remaining pharmaceuticals down the drain in a cheap pine box
With or without this sun banner soaked and lit in crystal clear gasoline.
Derek 2 Day and Bobby Fisher
09May2015 6pm and 6:48pm Skype calls to my mother-- on my terms now; ask Kris about the quality of terms I give & 18Feb
7pm no news broadcast that day
eBar on the way out of the building--should have gotten more FBI on them
7:34pm Von's was cleaned up
7:38pm Starbucks that stole my wallet on 09Jan--no outdoor chairs, marked hours said 8:30pm--They had no answers to my questions, but lied to my face that I was at all "contained" as if that would not be the death knell for every single person who ever tried it--no honesty in them only hostility
7:49pm CVS-- corporate had explained to them that liars only lie-- they were very apologetic to me but what about to every other CVS?
8:15pm TJMaxx, bought snacks, such a darling at checkout
8:19pm PF Chang's-- the caffeine was clean-- but I could have used a more charming bartender. Giggle.
9:29pm had attempted stirring it up, but was rusty
9:41pm at the end of my playland with so many people wanting to come back through for after-the-salutations
After a lot of genuine giggling with clandestine friends of various occupations, by 10:11pm I had explained to everyone...
1) All I needed was safe snacks and clean caffeine to cheer up. That was exactly what I had told them I needed.
2) The reason my darlings Tentacle were not there was because Obama beats them up, points guns at their heads, locks them in literal torture facilities, subjects them to suffering and humiliation no human should ever endure, and threaten my life to keep them away from me. They just can't bear being without me, so they keep trying. I might have played them into an upper hand recently, after which I instructed that they force Obama's war criminal terrorist organization meet all of their demands before they become willing to visit me again here. At least Tentacle listen to me.
I was soon perched on a park bench jotting blog notes unto the aether(net) as SquidName:Pinchas played sweet music beside me as I worked online. By 10:38pm, we were nothing but an anonymous crowd joined by nothing but the same melody in our individual souls gathered around one violin with strings resonating into the late night air.
11:02pm My Powers of Attorney, we need arrest warrants to force all of these completely irrationally justified (if justified at all) assassination attempts of me to finally end.
The late night conversation with the man who wished he was LightFoot...
Title: No Shit, Sherlock... Your Random 90s Reference for the Day
Keeping my Minutes Until All Caught Up...
7pm "On my way..." Alarms. Kickstarted SquidStream outside restroom. Followed the metaphorical SquidLight. Helped out some local businesses while waiting to find out what all the alarms were.
Rain. Sheltered from rain.
8:18pm As had once been normal, Michael appeared to buy me snacks.
9:16pm Remember how fast I turned this woman in last time I saw her? Just watch her and Michael before and after I say this.
9:20pm Joined by The Wrong Gabriel (There have been more than one.) and "his friend" in yellow rain slickers. Gabe just wanted to know about the fake cop who scared him off my marble corner the last time I saw him, 05May. Rumor had it, after learning I am the REAL Squid, started turning in hard evidence about all the frap in my local police department.
Verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment Michael appeared in my sight and ending after darling late Nat King Cole's Paper Moon.
Yeah? Well, tell Nate to show up like everyone else does. He treated me like a porn star the last time I saw him. My darling Mr. David Letterman is a witness. After [undisclosed sources] told me Thorbald died on the battlefield outside Des Moines just to save me from EVIL Iowa, I asked for Charlie, though there could never be a replacement for Thorbald in my life, not Nate. If Nate wants to battle royale for second place to King Sweetness just like everyone else does, he needs to goddamn show up.
Red was not permitted that night. After the human detrius with her neglected puppy finally vacated the area, Hassan swept up by 11:38pm. The horrifying no-excuse-for-a-man who pretended for weeks he was my darling Mr. Lance Armstrong started hovering at 11:41pm. A dear friend asked me for a cup of coffee, so I gave him my latest coupon for two free tacos.
[In Twiter]
The conversation went on into the wee hours of the morning...
I know that if I lose viewership, my public will not be watching attentively enough any longer to keep me safe. So, when I feel my SquidStream gets boring, I write flirty tweets...
Wes had appeared at 2:43am. Why the hell are NONE of these people arrested yet?!?
Then, there were cultural references to a rock opera... Then it rained... I finally ate the ramen and demanded Obama de-escalate... Left of my own accord...
Finally remembered my errand for the day... The electric pulse... Told Snoop... Michael offered me breakfast... Caught same cop from previous day questioning a homeless man on what does and what does not make me trust someone... WHY IS NO ACTUAL CRIMINAL ARRESTED, YET?!?
Much later than I wanted, 6:55am on 08May2015, watched my middle-aged men...
11:59am Came to naturally. ? Well, tell Nate to show up like everyone else does. He treated me like a porn star the last time I saw him. My darling Mr. David Letterman is a witness. After [undisclosed sources] told me Thorbald died on the battlefield outside Des Moines just to save me from EVIL Iowa, I asked for Charlie, though there could never be a replacement for Thorbald in my life, not Nate. If Nate wants to battle royale for second place to King Sweetness just like everyone else does, he needs to goddamn show up.oí
Roger plugged in my iPad at approx 11:28pm
Shortly after 12mid, the second grey-haired gentlemen of the night bought me a cup of coffee... 3rd grey-haired gentleman kept bringing me goodies while I chatted with the second.
Ramen
1:50am on 08May, the woman I turned in for stalking me left her bags right next to me without consulting me first when she went for coffee
[When in doubt, check my verified Twitter activity for the play-by-play.]
To add later...
That was Calumny. This is NOT the Hooker You are Looking For.
Keeping my Minutes Until All Caught Up...
Updated my iCloud just after 6:39pm on 02May. Walked down the street and found an old friend from 2010. When his music ended and while he was beyond reluctant to leave me, a dear friend found me and hugged me. He bought me coffee and a tiny snack. Eventually, we perched on my conversation patio.
By 9:10pm How many did these two kill by propogating lies about me already? And they are still here free to kill more people!
Tales of Brave Ulysses
Bitch caught for unrelenting verbal abuse at 9:54pm
With one look
Caught for 'Beach incident' at 10:21pm
"Citizen's arrest" and 'Wes" were three doors down in the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity
Before 10:45pm, my friend had passed out on the patio
I walked to the restroom after explaining ... to Roger inside.
Michael had been inside for a while, by 11:59pm Ugly Mustache had appeared.
03May2015...
6:53am...3rd time in 12hours I was unsafe due to the presence of he pretending to be "Lance Armstrong." This time he was irrationally screaming at me to "Take meds, you psychiatric bitch!" I am NOT War Criminal Boeset, the only person I know who needs psychiatric meds, so I was sure he had identified me as someone who merely looked like me. I asked him, "What is my name? How did you identify me?" He just kept screaming irrationally and hostilely went away. #SquidsPoA, every charge imaginable against that established perjuring bastard, start with covering up war crimes.
Caught two doughnut shops before buying two doughnuts at the grocery store. Still no Richard. Roofied on patio built for me. I have no idea how they made me pass out. 12:44am on playland.
Straight to Tentacle.
10:43pm at least half an hour of their greatest reluctance EVER to leave me...
11:03pm on conversation patio listening to Rihanna.
9505 5103 5307 5121 0135 56
11:33pm LightFoot and General Lee. I giggled and sang.
Verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals; begin the moment that bitch entered my conversation patio and end at 1:32am. Thanks!
2am on 04May2015, I left for tacos...
[Twitter notes] emails from my mother, catching up with TweetHearts 4:53pm to 6:44pm... Relocated to watch news at 7pm.
Got my dance trance on. Back online doing other parts of my job by 8:14pm. Checked in with Bogart before going outside to wait for the bus just after 9pm. I was at my once-regular 24-hour diner by 10:13pm.
Get 05May details off Twitter. Especially the thwarting of Boeset.
Succinctly, in the morning, Obama had resolved to no longer roofie but to just attack me to make me pass out then abuse my already. So, furious over my complete lack of personal safety due to ALL of my loved ones forced a way from me, particularly anyone who could protect me from physical abuse. It was clear my darlings Tentacle and may not EVER be able to see each other again.
I was recently abused by Obama just that morning and afternoon. I was begging the world to finally enforce my physical safety. I had been asking my darlings Tentacles to...
[Twitter archive until 3:29pm on 06May2015...] Then, spoke to the world as much as possible... as much as possible...
5pm called my mom 7pm news
Red was there.
9pm Caught ugly mustache STILL NOT ARRESTED
9:13pm caught "Wes" STILL NOT ARRESTED
11:16pm stalker who once physically assaulted me STILL NOT ARRRESTED
11:36pm Kevin wanted we to go to Harvel's. [twitter]. I never went in. I took the $5 Kevin gave me for the door to the Jack in the Box for overdue food.
12:28am tacos. They felt strange. Woke up 1:31am on7May. I had been attacked.
Sought coffee. Only found decaf. Chemicals in roofied breakfast were very slow acting. After losing balance competely possibly up to five times, dragged myself into this Starbucks at 5am. I knew I had to sleep off the drugs.
Had first sip of coffee after woke up naturally at 6:26am. My body hurt everywhere. I had new skin infections EVERYWHERE. My shoulders have NEVER hurt so much before in my life. I NEED BODYGUARDS!!! Subpoena all footage possible,
Someone please guard me finally!
6:59am a new grey-hair
On conversation that morning....a new enemy of humanity, the woman to my left, identified herself for tagging and tracking,,,
2;18pm I woke up naturally after not knowing I fell asleep...
"3. why is this BITCH STILL FREE TO COMMIT heinous crime after crime"
Was on my iPad screen already when I opened it. I was forced to be knocked out and assaulted, it seemed, due to long acting sedatives from my morning coffee or from attack and injection, while trying to report the REPEAT war criminal female fake-cop on the bicycle who kept telling me for days she identified me while still refusing to identify me.
Please circulate a verified, chronological, and barely-edited from internal and external equipment with timestamps on EVERY frame of every recording with full audio and visuals to the entire world immediately.
Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization has been intentionally attempting to invalidate a report SOMEONE COMPLETELY RELIABLE TOLD ME he/she made to the FBI the previous night. Thus, their escalation of roofies in food and drink I have consumed and attacks on my battered body since I made it.
Please note, all attacks since that report are a completely different modus operandi from those done to me while I carried the fake, radioactive(?), IOWAN reloadable gift card that caused periodic seizures and black outs in me the entire time I carried it. I had no such seizures nor blackouts since ditching the card, just heavy sedation and physical weakness caused by heavy chemicals introduced to my food and drink to make me vulnerable AGAIN to Obama's systemic rape of me. They returned to roofies and escalated them.
Subpoena all security surveillance, nanotechnology and otherwise. I just woke up in a public place beside a fountain. The only thing aching is my shoulders. No new objects are stolen. But I have new skin infections EVERYWHERE.
This is further hard evidence that I need my darlings Tentacle as bodyguards IMMEDIATELY if not an unenslaved life with my REAL husband IMMEDIATELY, and ALL refusal to listen to me on how to solve the greatest crisis the U.S. has ever faced is both open war against America and treason but also crimes against the entire planet. ("FEMA has been warned.").
It has been all chemicals and physical assault all the time since that anonymous tip to the FBI last night, proving the tip's accuracy also proving the more controlled my environment, especially the more controlled my food and drink especially the forced removal of sage caffeine from my life, the more and escalating danger I will ALWAYS be in. Send my unfettered darlings Tentacle with no earspeakers but full human rights to me IMMEDIATELY! Or take me directly to my unfettered husband! The world gives you no other options now!
https://twitter.com/friscosquid/status/596439720571207680
Photos 1) 2) 3) 4) 5)
Updated my iCloud just after 6:39pm on 02May. Walked down the street and found an old friend from 2010. When his music ended and while he was beyond reluctant to leave me, a dear friend found me and hugged me. He bought me coffee and a tiny snack. Eventually, we perched on my conversation patio.
By 9:10pm How many did these two kill by propogating lies about me already? And they are still here free to kill more people!
Tales of Brave Ulysses
Bitch caught for unrelenting verbal abuse at 9:54pm
With one look
Caught for 'Beach incident' at 10:21pm
"Citizen's arrest" and 'Wes" were three doors down in the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity
Before 10:45pm, my friend had passed out on the patio
I walked to the restroom after explaining ... to Roger inside.
Michael had been inside for a while, by 11:59pm Ugly Mustache had appeared.
03May2015...
6:53am...3rd time in 12hours I was unsafe due to the presence of he pretending to be "Lance Armstrong." This time he was irrationally screaming at me to "Take meds, you psychiatric bitch!" I am NOT War Criminal Boeset, the only person I know who needs psychiatric meds, so I was sure he had identified me as someone who merely looked like me. I asked him, "What is my name? How did you identify me?" He just kept screaming irrationally and hostilely went away. #SquidsPoA, every charge imaginable against that established perjuring bastard, start with covering up war crimes.
Caught two doughnut shops before buying two doughnuts at the grocery store. Still no Richard. Roofied on patio built for me. I have no idea how they made me pass out. 12:44am on playland.
Straight to Tentacle.
10:43pm at least half an hour of their greatest reluctance EVER to leave me...
11:03pm on conversation patio listening to Rihanna.
9505 5103 5307 5121 0135 56
11:33pm LightFoot and General Lee. I giggled and sang.
Verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals; begin the moment that bitch entered my conversation patio and end at 1:32am. Thanks!
2am on 04May2015, I left for tacos...
[Twitter notes] emails from my mother, catching up with TweetHearts 4:53pm to 6:44pm... Relocated to watch news at 7pm.
Got my dance trance on. Back online doing other parts of my job by 8:14pm. Checked in with Bogart before going outside to wait for the bus just after 9pm. I was at my once-regular 24-hour diner by 10:13pm.
Get 05May details off Twitter. Especially the thwarting of Boeset.
Succinctly, in the morning, Obama had resolved to no longer roofie but to just attack me to make me pass out then abuse my already. So, furious over my complete lack of personal safety due to ALL of my loved ones forced a way from me, particularly anyone who could protect me from physical abuse. It was clear my darlings Tentacle and may not EVER be able to see each other again.
I was recently abused by Obama just that morning and afternoon. I was begging the world to finally enforce my physical safety. I had been asking my darlings Tentacles to...
[Twitter archive until 3:29pm on 06May2015...] Then, spoke to the world as much as possible... as much as possible...
5pm called my mom 7pm news
Red was there.
9pm Caught ugly mustache STILL NOT ARRESTED
9:13pm caught "Wes" STILL NOT ARRESTED
11:16pm stalker who once physically assaulted me STILL NOT ARRRESTED
11:36pm Kevin wanted we to go to Harvel's. [twitter]. I never went in. I took the $5 Kevin gave me for the door to the Jack in the Box for overdue food.
12:28am tacos. They felt strange. Woke up 1:31am on7May. I had been attacked.
Sought coffee. Only found decaf. Chemicals in roofied breakfast were very slow acting. After losing balance competely possibly up to five times, dragged myself into this Starbucks at 5am. I knew I had to sleep off the drugs.
Had first sip of coffee after woke up naturally at 6:26am. My body hurt everywhere. I had new skin infections EVERYWHERE. My shoulders have NEVER hurt so much before in my life. I NEED BODYGUARDS!!! Subpoena all footage possible,
Someone please guard me finally!
6:59am a new grey-hair
On conversation that morning....a new enemy of humanity, the woman to my left, identified herself for tagging and tracking,,,
2;18pm I woke up naturally after not knowing I fell asleep...
"3. why is this BITCH STILL FREE TO COMMIT heinous crime after crime"
Was on my iPad screen already when I opened it. I was forced to be knocked out and assaulted, it seemed, due to long acting sedatives from my morning coffee or from attack and injection, while trying to report the REPEAT war criminal female fake-cop on the bicycle who kept telling me for days she identified me while still refusing to identify me.
Please circulate a verified, chronological, and barely-edited from internal and external equipment with timestamps on EVERY frame of every recording with full audio and visuals to the entire world immediately.
Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization has been intentionally attempting to invalidate a report SOMEONE COMPLETELY RELIABLE TOLD ME he/she made to the FBI the previous night. Thus, their escalation of roofies in food and drink I have consumed and attacks on my battered body since I made it.
Please note, all attacks since that report are a completely different modus operandi from those done to me while I carried the fake, radioactive(?), IOWAN reloadable gift card that caused periodic seizures and black outs in me the entire time I carried it. I had no such seizures nor blackouts since ditching the card, just heavy sedation and physical weakness caused by heavy chemicals introduced to my food and drink to make me vulnerable AGAIN to Obama's systemic rape of me. They returned to roofies and escalated them.
Subpoena all security surveillance, nanotechnology and otherwise. I just woke up in a public place beside a fountain. The only thing aching is my shoulders. No new objects are stolen. But I have new skin infections EVERYWHERE.
This is further hard evidence that I need my darlings Tentacle as bodyguards IMMEDIATELY if not an unenslaved life with my REAL husband IMMEDIATELY, and ALL refusal to listen to me on how to solve the greatest crisis the U.S. has ever faced is both open war against America and treason but also crimes against the entire planet. ("FEMA has been warned.").
It has been all chemicals and physical assault all the time since that anonymous tip to the FBI last night, proving the tip's accuracy also proving the more controlled my environment, especially the more controlled my food and drink especially the forced removal of sage caffeine from my life, the more and escalating danger I will ALWAYS be in. Send my unfettered darlings Tentacle with no earspeakers but full human rights to me IMMEDIATELY! Or take me directly to my unfettered husband! The world gives you no other options now!
https://twitter.com/friscosquid/status/596439720571207680
Photos 1) 2) 3) 4) 5)
??Apr2015 Appendix-- My Days and Nights with my Mother from 16Apr to 20Apr2015
??Apr2015 Appendix-- My Weekend with my Mother from 16Apr to 20Apr2015: An Enumerated List
1)Why my mother came to town at all... I told her "that is why you're here, mom," almost the moment I saw her and hugged her on that balcony patio on Thursday 16Apr2015, and I told my darling's Tentacle "You know that pain," almost the moment we were all together Friday night 17Apr2015.
2)How did I get my mother into town at all?
3)Verified and continuous recording with full audio and visuals responsibly-edited from every angle from the moment I woke up Friday 17Apr2025 until I shut off the television. Please do what you have to do to respect my physical modesty.
4)Why did I stay in that rape-and-slavery hotel room at all? Yes, the entire world tried to protect me there, but such is the reality of Obama-controlled living arrangements.
5)The "plea deal" we gave my mother.
6)A summary of my insights from my time with my darlings Tentacle on the night of 17Apt2015.
7)Why I enjoy spending time with my mother.
8)My walk up and down my playland with my mother on 18Apr2015 with everyone trying to stall me from [?] every step of the way.
9)A brief summary if my highlights at Universal Studios with my mother on 19Apr2015 including where I paused to watch the news after.
10)My explanation of my REAL relationship with my darlings Tentacle and why I insist they must have my diplomatic immunity extended to them as my staff. They can actually be near me, so they need carte blanche to keep me safe, to heal me, and once possible, to never have to leave me.
Yes, I have a unique and beautiful relationship with each of the Queen's Lovers 5. My two Royal Consorts carry burdens no one should have to bear especially their obligation to return me to my husband once capable of it, yet my Sweetness is the only king in this town.
11)My body bends space and time. "Could you be more of a nerd?" Giggle. The challenge to a game if original edition Star Wars Trivial Pursuit. "If you want a nerd smackdown, I'll teach you set theory on a bar napkin." LightFoot followed my introduction to Manifold Theory weeks ago just fine. ADSR, he called himself an ontologist after all. And that us why I look so good in a Misses size 14 dress.
1)Why my mother came to town at all... I told her "that is why you're here, mom," almost the moment I saw her and hugged her on that balcony patio on Thursday 16Apr2015, and I told my darling's Tentacle "You know that pain," almost the moment we were all together Friday night 17Apr2015.
2)How did I get my mother into town at all?
3)Verified and continuous recording with full audio and visuals responsibly-edited from every angle from the moment I woke up Friday 17Apr2025 until I shut off the television. Please do what you have to do to respect my physical modesty.
4)Why did I stay in that rape-and-slavery hotel room at all? Yes, the entire world tried to protect me there, but such is the reality of Obama-controlled living arrangements.
5)The "plea deal" we gave my mother.
6)A summary of my insights from my time with my darlings Tentacle on the night of 17Apt2015.
7)Why I enjoy spending time with my mother.
8)My walk up and down my playland with my mother on 18Apr2015 with everyone trying to stall me from [?] every step of the way.
9)A brief summary if my highlights at Universal Studios with my mother on 19Apr2015 including where I paused to watch the news after.
10)My explanation of my REAL relationship with my darlings Tentacle and why I insist they must have my diplomatic immunity extended to them as my staff. They can actually be near me, so they need carte blanche to keep me safe, to heal me, and once possible, to never have to leave me.
Yes, I have a unique and beautiful relationship with each of the Queen's Lovers 5. My two Royal Consorts carry burdens no one should have to bear especially their obligation to return me to my husband once capable of it, yet my Sweetness is the only king in this town.
11)My body bends space and time. "Could you be more of a nerd?" Giggle. The challenge to a game if original edition Star Wars Trivial Pursuit. "If you want a nerd smackdown, I'll teach you set theory on a bar napkin." LightFoot followed my introduction to Manifold Theory weeks ago just fine. ADSR, he called himself an ontologist after all. And that us why I look so good in a Misses size 14 dress.
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