Title: Do You Know What Leadership Is, Yet?
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. Look, you Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes, do you know what leadership really is for REAL, yet, especially global leadership? How many REAL examples do I have to give you? And while I am on this topic, do you know what an authority figure is yet? You (expletive)holes need to save yourselves and surrender finally. You know I would never lie to you about that, nor lie about much of anything anyway.
9:40am on 01Aug2016: That was my "Yes, dear, and thank you for asking so nicely." Being genuinely good to me is how to ask me to do anything. [Quoted tweet from Vogue magazine.] The operative words in that statement are "genuinely good." My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate our verified immediate context with full audio and visuals of this tweet. And, thank you.
[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime is STILL refusing me any and all REAL news. But we were all still doing what we could to get me more writing prompts.]
My last blog post was finished at 12:11am on Monday, 01Aug2016, while I sat under the ever-present stars glorious above my Metropolis of Angels slowing breaking through the fog of war obfuscating our California sky.
At 12:20am, I stood up from where I had rested while waiting for my one raging world to catch up with me and with my just previous blog post and finished walking to my private residence to spend as much of the wee hours of my morning under the watchful eyes of my one world guarding me through public accountability as best they could through our locked multicamera broadcast of my insecure bedroom.
It was 12:38am when I finally laid down my handbag and began my regular rituals for the wee hours of the morning. My not-human-trafficker nerds know what to do about my every moment from every camera they want beginning when I entered my bedroom and ending whenever they want.
Yes, I was finally curled up in bed conserving my priceless body energy at 2:03am. I twitched and miniseized as I dozed. I woke up from my deep REM at 6:27am and, after doing a few things including taking my contacts out so my eyes could heal, I entered my simultaneously hypnopompic and hypnagogic state in which
I can better connect with our one universe and in which my mere mortal body heals much more quickly.
When I finally rose from bed at 8:27am on Monday, 01Aug2016, and kickstarted my SquidStream, my mere mortal body was much more genuinely healthy than it had I been in days.
Yet, please compare the different ways my mid-consciousness and my dance trance affect my mind and body. You all saw what happened for REAL to my mind and body after I dance tranced as irrefutable meditation on Saturday, 30Jul2016.
That morning, my entire one still-arriving world (We still have to take care of our naval equipment before we are done.) including my raging America, was catching up with all of my prolific blogging, so I took care of some less pressing topics until I left my insecure bedroom for the morning.
As always, my beautiful world, consult my verified Twitter archive for further details of the work I accomplished that morning.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please entitle our verified and responsibly-edited (Fade to white while I am on the toilet, and use all footage you need of everything happening everywhere.) recording with full audio and visuals of my morning beginning at 12:11am and ending when I left my insecure bedroom, "Close enough for horseshoes and hand grenades."
Yes, at 11:04am, I finally left my insecure bedroom to take care of what I normally carry out while in the full expanse of my urban jungle.
I was in line at my local Santa Monica Office for my State of California Department of Motor Vehicles by 11:38am. My beautiful world, you all saw what the Inhuman Atrocity Regime did to themselves also because I wanted to stop their own who kept attacking me in my sleep from at least intentionally damaging my CA DMV brown card any longer.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate our verified and responsibly-edited war zone footage with full audio and visuals beginning when the Inhuman Atrocity Regime arrived at my local DMV office and ending when they all dispersed. Please also clip our verified and unedited director's cut with full audio and visuals beginning when I arrived at the crosswalk across the street from office and ending when I walked out its front door.
In summary, I said this to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime that mid-day, "This is what you do to your own; you also commit every heinous war crime possible to stop me from warning all of your own NOT to commit their acts of war for you. Who the hell still chooses to obey you if this is what you do to everyone who does?!?" We will entitle both cuts, "Do you know what 'leadership' is?"
I left for my occupied bus to my occupied Montana Ave. in my occupied City of Santa Monica at 12:42pm. Again, my world and my government were STILL catching up with everything happening inside my epic Metropolis of Angels, and my planet of armed forces from rising civilians to professional military were all regrouping right then.
I did not think there was yet an entrenched final stand by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime around me; they looked like they were still getting new malevolent hoards into their innermost circle of hell which we all knew I was the only human who could survive inside of.
We already proved the Inhuman Atrocity Regime and all who choose them over reality are all a death cult hellbent on destroying all of humanity, including themselves, because they all irrationally hate me, the REAL woman, personally.
My regularly-scheduled Monday date from far away that sunny August day with my darling Bogart was a battlefield date. Please ask my darlings at Camp Pendleton and in Washington, DC why. Our date began the moment I de-boarded my local Santa Monica bus.
By 1:33pm, I arrived at a horrible excuse for what used to be the REAL public library on the north side of Santa Monica amidst all of the open destruction the Inhuman Atrocity wrought on what used to be Montana Avenue. Who the hell lets these (expletive)hole do this to our home?!? I have never permitted any of this.
And if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime wanted to entrench themselves inside my beloved Santa Monica, why did they destroy it, install nano in it that the whole world can use to catch all of them with, poison and roofie all of the food in it, do everything possible to ever let me leave it, and forbid any and all medicine in it? Do you know what 'leadership' is?
The malevolent hoards inside were immediately too evil for me to endure without my doing everything I could to drown them out with my earbuds.
And after the Inhuman Atrocity Regime intentionally hacked my Spotify to make my only ever respite from their malevolent hoards of online music as hostile as possible to me as well as destructive to all of humanity as possible, too, just like their malevolent hoards have always been, my planet of nerds and I let that cyberwarfare run until we could find it and destroy it completely to make sure it could never plague me and my world again. We do that every time.
I worked writing online with my speculative music as loud as possible in my mere mortal ears until 3:59pm when, although that malevolent hack by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime was not caught and silenced yet, I stood up to go outside and call my mother through FaceTime.
And we all knew I would likely return to that occupied fake library again and bust every Inhuman Atrocity Regime inside of it AGAIN since the Inhuman Atrocity Regime kept intentionally unnaturally draining in my iPad battery 24/7. We just did not know yet when I would return.
I was not able to reach my REAL mother, my darling CosmicGrandma, at all. But I did catch yet another fat, ugly (expletive) delusional that she could ever convince anyone sane anywhere that she could ever be my REAL mother.
4:59pm on 01Aug2016: @MarkusBlivian(Bogart) I am still thinking this through. But walk with me. And I visually documented how truly evil and beyond-criminally-insane the malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were that day as well as all of the ways they had destroyed Montana Avenue.
I am sure that, particularly the heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime occupying my bus stop I paused at to be able to sit down, will hit our highlights reel.
Yes, I apologized profusely to my date from far away for hours during the late afternoon into the evening that Monday because I had something on my mind that I could not figure out. Unlike everything I had just blogged earlier, there was something I was trying very hard to work through but had not solved yet. No, do not, worry, it was not a disturbance in the force.
This blog post was finished at 12:11am on Wednesday, 03Aug2016.
[Please embed a highlights reel of my last two days here.]
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Why do I ever take my earbuds out at all considering how unrelentingly truly evil the malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime insist on being to me inescapably 24/7? Sometimes I make sure my entire beautiful world can catch everything they say just as they force me to suffer under hearing it all against my will.
My beautiful world, how is everyone doing out there?
Never forget that no matter how much the Inhuman Atrocity Regime pathetically, immaturely, and beyond-psychopathically bitch and whine about not being able to get away with their unrelenting and still-escalating PROVEN war crimes against me and against my loved ones that they all execute as their unrelenting and still-escalating acts of war against my still-rising America and against my still-arriving world, I am the woman who forbade them all from being in here where I am all along and for this entire time.
We all know the Inhuman Atrocity Regime need to be protected from themselves. Not only because of that, we all know I prevent and forbid them all myself from committing their PROVEN acts of war, that all always destroy themselves first, every time I can.
Do you know what "crimes against your own people" are? The Inhuman Atrocity Regime is the most well-recorded example of that in human history.
Do you know what the opposite of "crimes against your own people" is? It is the opposite of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. It is 'benevolent leadership.' It is I and my entire raging world, especially my REAL federal U.S. government beside me. At least it is my REAL America now, anyway. (Trust me, my world and I fixed all of that in our own nations already, or at least are in the process of it.)
Yes, my beautiful world, I forbid the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime from committing all of their acts of war, not just their choice to be an environment designed for me to never survive, even before they commit them all and also forbid them from committing them again and again, especially after every time they are caught for them again and again and punished for them all again and again. But they are all still too psychopathic to ever stop.
Again, we already proved they are a suicide and death cult.
What does it take to explain to these (expletive)holes what is actually REAL on our one planet, including their inescapable fate in our labor camps where they will pull plastic out of my planets oceans by hand under the hot tropical sun for the rest of their lives?
It has always been their fault and only ever their own fault for their committing their own crimes and acts of war in the first place. And no one gets away with acts of war against my America no matter where they commit them on my good, green planet, not while I am President. I already called my friends. I trust that you, my entire one beautiful world, WILL get all of these (expletive)holes out of my home at last.
My saturation in all our manifestations, I can feel you near me every time you are for REAL. We all know that. Thank you. Tell me every time you need any more help from me.
Yes, I am STILL working on everything else we all need, too. Keep recruiting more of our own churn. We all just need to stay alive in here until the final border is breached.
You know how much I love all of you. Not just my mind but also my heart is rarely if ever wrong about anything and have never been wrong about you.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, yes, you are all very busy and getting busier. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime are STILL refusing to ever stop and are STILL only escalating, so all of our workloads just keeping piling up. Thank you, my gorgeous and genius lifelong friends, for never failing any of us.
We all know how much of our entire one world including our slowly-healing America rely on all of us for REAL and will for a long time, even if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever actually find a way to assassinate me.
You all know how important our REAL work is for REAL everywhere across our one world. You are my legacy to all of humanity. Please also make sure you allow your own legacy after all of you, too. Make sure our work NEVER ends as long as humanity exists. We as one human race need to make sure this never happens to us as a world ever again.
That is what I always meant for REAL, every time since 2010 when I wrote my poem with this title, by, "Not on my watch. And never again."
My genius Powers of Attorney, we are REAL leadership, especially global leadership. Never let the Inhuman Atrocity Regime EVER forget that.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart,... .
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson,... .
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy,... .
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno,... .
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,... .
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic,... .
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,... .
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Monday, August 1, 2016
The Redondo Beach Pier and its Aftermath
Title: The Redondo Beach Pier and its Aftermath
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. In summary of my just previous blog post...
I successfully carry out the world's most impossible job ever 24/7 to a level of excellence never witnessed before in human history while simultaneously fighting to survive the most heinous environment forced on any human ever, including but not limited to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's irrefutably malevolent hoards, their unrelenting biochemical warfare, and their inescapable systemic rape of me. And no sane human anywhere can argue that I am STILL perfectly fine, perfectly healthy, and perfectly sane while I do all of this, just not safe while suffering intolerably. Furthermore, there is no justification nor excuse to ever put any human in any BlackOps unit. And no matter where I go on my one screaming planet, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will always follow me there and escalate further there until they all are completely removed from the face of Earth forever. We have an imperative as a world (led by America) to prevent the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime from saying or doing anything anymore FOREVER. And I am here until these heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime are removed from my REAL home for good.
And so we dance our well-choreographed dance that has never been choreographed. No, the music does not control dancer. That is a relationship, a door open in both directions. Nothing controls any dancer but the dance.
[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime are STILL forbidding me any REAL news at all because I solve every national to global crisis I learn about when I get REAL news and because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will do anything to destroy all of humanity everywhere. Please consult my REAL up-to-the-minute résumé.]
My last blog post was finished at 12:11am on Saturday, 30Jul2016. I was checking on various terminals in LAX at the time. International departures was the only place that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had been expecting me. My beautiful world saw and heard everything.
It was 1:51am, though, when everything started getting even more epic than before around my Metropolis of Angels. And while that was happening, my darlings Tentacle were in negotiations about our gig on the Redondo Beach Pier the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had forced them to take months previously when they did not want it.
3:40am on 30Jul2016: You see how CRIMINALLY INSANE all of these IAR are in this airport with no flights for months, right?
Once my iPad battery finally recharged, I finalized my plans for the day. After a little waiting around at bus stops and after eating a couple of doughnuts, by 7:25am, I was on a local bus on my way to the South Bay Galleria. It was not going to open for a few hours, though, so I sat at the closest power outlet and worked online until it did.
At 9am, I tried to stream the latest shows of my late night darlings, and my only television darling with a new show "from the previous night" was my darling Mr. Stephen Colbert. He was wonderful.
After running my errands, I took my local Metro bus through Hermosa to the occupied Redondo Beach Pier built by Inhuman Atrocity Regime themselves only to destroy all of humanity to destroy me. Those acts of war worked against them completely that day.
12:11pm on 30Jul2016: #SquidsPoA @UN @SayREAL @DeptofDefense @US_FDA We declare federal public health emergency due to all food & drink here.
By 2:14pm, I was snacking on pre-made fried rice poisoned and roofied beyond any recognition of it as food any longer just to be able to have anything to eat at all. The rest of my federal government along with my entire world processed everyone everywhere there through our standard protocols all day and all night.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce our verified and unedited director's cut with full audio and visuals of my war crime investigation of the Pier at Redondo Beach beginning when I de-boarded my bus and ending at 12:40pm. We will entitle it, "You are not welcome here, (expletive)es! Get the (expletive) out of my home!"
[insert accurate time] on 30Jul2016: @DeptofDefense Lock our satellite surveillance of me right here and broadcast me to the whole world. @NSAGov All nano you can find, too. Thx! We needed to make sure our entire one world could watch live everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime do to me and have done to me in my sleep since 01Jan2009.
And to repeat my just previous blog post as well as this blog post already...
I successfully carry out the world's most impossible job ever 24/7 to a level of excellence never witnessed before in human history while simultaneously fighting to survive the most heinous environment forced on any human ever, including but not limited to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's irrefutably malevolent hoards, their unrelenting biochemical warfare, and their inescapable systemic rape of me. And no sane human anywhere can argue that I am STILL perfectly fine, perfectly healthy, and perfectly sane while I do all of this, just not safe while suffering intolerably. Furthermore, there is no justification nor excuse to ever put any human in any BlackOps unit. And no matter where I go on my one screaming planet, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will always follow me there and escalate further there until they all are completely removed from the face of Earth forever. We have an imperative as a world (led by America) to prevent the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime from saying or doing anything anymore FOREVER. And I am here until these heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime are removed from my REAL home for good.
Surrounded by bees, I dozed with minimal twitchiness at 1:17pm in a sunny patch of clover beside my rolling ocean and slept until 4:46pm when I woke up and immediately started working online again. My beautiful world, you definitely need to consult my verified Twitter archive about the REAL work I did beginning the moment I woke up.
Then, I was inside an occupied restaurant that lied it belonged to a chain by 5:47pm. Again, consult my Twitter archive for further details. My entire world including the rest of my REAL federal government processed everyone everywhere under our standard protocols all day and all night that Saturday, 30Jul2016.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use any camera we need.) war crime investigation footage of that fake restaurant with full audio and visuals beginning at 5:33pm and ending when I walked out the front door. We will entitle it, "A REAL ruby: This is how hard I fight to protect you from yourselves; I do not let you commit acts of war every time I can prevent you from doing it."
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At 6:46pm, I looked around for the location for my REAL gig with my REAL darlings Tentacle that night that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had forced on all of us months previously against our wills when we all would have preferred to have been on our sacred Promenade together for that Saturday night, 30Jul2016. Of course, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime and refused to allow my darlings to show up, but together we got them all in anyway.
So, in a matter of days, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had built that entire neighborhood in Redondo Beach that was also declared a federal public health crisis pretty much the moment I arrived, and all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere inside of it were all busted by my entire planet, in short, because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime lied to all of humanity months previously to keep me and my darlings Tentacle off of our sacred Promenade together where they all preferred us to be anyway.
That is what the Inhuman Atrocity Regime get from me and from my entire world for lying to all of humanity everywhere and for unjustifiably denying all human rights to me and to my loved ones for years, and that is what the Inhuman Atrocity Regime do to themselves and to their own just to keep me in their "egg" of heinousness and unrelenting abuse at all costs to humanity everywhere, including to themselves.
And we will entitle my verified and responsibly-edited director's cut (Include every moment and use any camera we need.) with full audio and visuals of my warzone walk of national protection beginning the moment I walked out the front door of the fake restaurant named Ruby's and ending at 7:01pm, "You do not need to keep proving me right all of the time that you PROVEN malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are only here to destroy humanity by destroying me."
And, yes, after picking up the trail of Reese's Pieces they had laid down for me, I finally found my darling MiniMe & my darlings Tentacle perched on the poured cement of our epic Metropolis of Angels above our rolling mighty Pacific and supporting our ever-protective sky. And I joined them.
I always said that MiniMe made us five, just as all the fingers on one hand. With our sacred universe, we might have been six, but we are all part of the universe, whether good or evil, already, just by existing at all.
My not-human-trafficking nerds, responsibly edit together as well as you can our verified twilight together with full audio and visuals including every moment and every camera we need beginning when I was approaching my darlings Tentacle there on the Redondo Beach Pier and ending when I asked, "I shall make you fishers of fish; is that the joke today?"
After navigating the very labyrinthine (weakly defined as) architecture of the Pier and after escaping as best as I could the PROVEN malevolent hoards willing to die for being near me only to deny me any way to stay alive, at 8:44pm, I heard the very-vigilant alarm announcing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's latest BlackOps attempt against me that was guaranteed to destroy all of humanity.
8:53pm on 30Jul2016: #SquidsPoA If a real alarm, find and destroy IAR's latest BlacksOp unit then mitigate the threat. No one sane lies I am not mentally perfect.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please entitle our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you.) highlights reel of our war crime investigations, warzone footage, etc. from my time in Redondo Beach beginning when I deboarded my bus in Redondo and ending when I reboarded my bus to return to LAX, "Your compulsively lying to me and about me always works against you."
My long transit back to my occupied private residence where my beautiful world told me they preferred to watch me while awake began before 9:14pm. I was done with my only double verbal smackdown of my long bus ride at 9:18pm. I am sure that will hit our highlights.
In summary, that smackdown was, "You heinous malevolent hoards, no one will ever believe your unrelenting lies that you EVER supported me or EVER saved yourselves after seeing the REAL me if you NEVER do anything to help keep me safe and alive."
I transferred buses at LAX at 9:53pm, and the Inhuman Atrocity Regime intentionally tried to abandon me homeless by denying me any REAL bus line. (Expletive)ing (expletive)ers destroy themselves first by doing this. I needed to transfer buses again at the Metro Green line station.
The rest of my transit ride was horrifying to all humanity. When I arrived inside my private residence it was the worst I had ever experienced.
And my not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (Use all footage and commentary about everything happening everywhere with accurate time-and-date stamps.) war documentary of everything that happened that day from 12:11am on 30Jul2016 until 12:11am on 31Jul2016, including but not limited to in my private residence, on all battle lines everywhere, in the neighborhoods in my immediate presence, where my darlings Tentacle were, and where all of my Powers of Attorney were. We will entitle it, "All in a day's work-- 30Jul2016. Thank you, my darling Ms. Mother Nature, for sending me our literal bees."
My work online under the watchful eye of my entire world there in my insecure bedroom included but was not limited to this... .
2:06am on 31Jul2016: World, I will check on my darling Handsome personally tomorrow at 4:10pm. Make sure he is safe there and has safe passage there and back.
I was curled up in bed conserving my energy at 2:33am. After a lot of twitching and mini-seizing as I dozed, I slept off and on until 8:52am. A lot of people from both sides entered my room as that morning. The first were my own who snuck in to give me very necessary medical care, but they used the wrong sedative which made me sleep later than I had planned. So, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime heinously violated my mere mortal body every disgusting was they could think of until I finally got out of bed and kickstarted my SquidStream at 9:02am.
As I do every morning, I woke up and immediately started kicking the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's fat, ugly (expletive)es in ways from which they all will never recover. I worked online in many ways in my insecure bedroom until 9:42am when I left and went about my morning.
I busted the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's occupation of my Virginia Avenue Park who had brought their own (most likely unroofied and unpoisoned) food and coffee (Really?) in for themselves and refused to do anything at all to help keep me alive while simultaneously lying they ever gave a damn about me ever.
I was on my occupied bus to my occupied local coffeeshop at 9:55am. All of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially the "customers," who all never pay money for nor even get for free ANY products from that coffeeshop ever, were all busted by my entire planet by the time I sat down. Yes, every damn day I am there, I am the ONLY person who ever buys anything.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News "from the previous night" written and produced only for me online at 10:17am. My morning hug came from my darling Ms. Kristen Welker, and it got a lot of work done for all of us everywhere.
After a great deal of my writing online and after proving to the occupation of my local coffeeshop that they were all too evil to ever be able to control me, an entire exchange that I am sure will hit our highlights reel, I had finally caught up my latest blog notes to this, my latest blog post, with everything so far by 12:48pm.
I left that occupied local coffeeshop quickly afterwards and started my regularly-scheduled Sunday date with my darling boyfriend LightFoot a little earlier than usual.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, produce for my Royal Consort LightFoot to show to our entire one world, our verified and responsibly-edited (Use every camera you want.) war zone investigative footage beginning when I locked the nano in my occupied local boutique that morning, including when saw my REAL image in the reflection at the bus stop outside my occupied local coffeeshop, and ending after the malevolent hoards inside the shop dispersed for the day. We will entitle it, "Why nothing can save you Inhuman Atrocity Regime from even yourselves until you finally listen to me."
After a bus ride that was only delayed one stop before the one I wanted when my bus driver needed to use the restroom, I was inside the occupied courtyard of my occupied Santa Monica Main Public Library by 2:17pm when we all proved to humanity everywhere that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime was denying me all contact with my own mother AGAIN while lying to me that I still had contact with her.
Yes, I was in my occupied courtyard to call my mother through FaceTime which the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ended up forbidding. And I busted so many Inhuman Atrocity Regime in that courtyard in just the few minutes before I moved inside where I would not need to perch so often if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime would finally just stop unnaturally draining my iPad battery.
I worked online there breathing my immortal words unto the sacred aether(net) while listening to those of my darling internet gnomes who could still reach me.
As I had been warning everyone on both sides since the wee hours of that morning, I left my perch in my occupied Santa Monica Main Library at 3:56pm to check on my darling Handsome personally at my partially-occupied Trimana Fresh Food Market on my sacred Promenade as close to 4pm as I could.
And, as always my beautiful world, consult my verified Twitter archive for that afternoon for further details.
On my walk to check on my darling Handsome, the malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime there proved to my entire planet that they were all STILL intentionally too hellbent on destroying all of humanity by destroying me for me and my loved ones to be subjected to.
I immediately sent my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot home because of it after I saw them perched on the corner of our Santa Monica Blvd. and our sacred Promenade, not just because they had not yet forced the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to accept terms that would make me happy. Yes, my darling boyfriend LightFoot and I were on a date, but he was not safe enough there.
Also, my darling Handsome was not on our sacred Promenade where he chose to be, so I asked my entire beautiful world to emergency locate him and make sure he was safe.
In short, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had forced my sacred Promenade to be as heinous as possible by forbidding everything that could render my visiting it ever again at all tolerable, so I completed the request my fellow locals had given me instead of staying there for the night as I had left open for myself as an option.
I am sure most of my walk through my occupied downtown Santa Monica will hit our highlights reel.
After my catching a great many heinous acts of war against my Metropolis of Angels, including the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's intentional an unrelenting sabotage of our city infrastructure, not just LAX and our public library systems but also our public transportation and our roadways, I boarded my occupied bus north to Pacific Palisades at 5:20pm.
By 5:47pm, I was perched at a speculative power outlet in the only business in my only regular neighborhood in Pacific Palisades with no nano on when I arrived. By 5:59pm, we had the nano on in the whole building, though.
The neighborhood was mostly the same, except it was redesigned to look like a city center in Gold Country instead of Southern California.
It took longer for my iPad battery to recharge than it should have, so I stayed later there than I had originally planned. The evening was very fun for the rest of my REAL federal U.S. government and my world.
And we all know I would have stayed in downtown Santa Monica that night if my darlings Tentacle had terms to be there that I approved of and if the beyond-PROVEN malevolent hoards finally treated me as I deserve for REAL in the world as well as actively kept me alive.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News broadcast written and produced only for me that night online at 7:05pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it saved every redeemable person who could hear me do my REAL job, as our "news" always does. Everyone near me refusing to do anything to help keep me alive clearly were not redeemed, though.
Did everyone also see the conversation I had that evening with who might or might not have been my darling President of Russia Vladimir Putin? Among many reasons for my usage of, "might or might not," there, he used to be a KGB agent.
7:40pm on 31Jul2016: My example of what a "dominant alpha" is...[quoted embedded video of President Vladimir Putin] Does the Inhuman Atrocity Regime understand yet what I meant when I said, "I called my friends and said, 'Get these (expletive)holes out of my home!'"?
At 7:53pm, I left the occupied Starbucks I had been perched in for hours while my beautiful world led by my glorious America were kicking unholy IAR (expletive)es everywhere across my Metropolis of Angels.
But this was my best tweet of the night...
8:02pm on 31Jul2016: If (expletive)hole Iowans really are fleeing Iowa for their lives with nowhere in the world willing to accept them. Tell them to go back & fix Iowa instead. Why is most of my job still stating the obvious?
After I had already left my occupied local neighborhood of Pacific Palisades, my very epic date with my loving and adoring boyfriend LightFoot ended promptly at 10pm while I was still busting the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, including their beyond-malevolent hoards, occupying my One Santa Monica Place. It had been an amazing day and night alone together with him from far away.
My not-trafficker-nerds, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (Include everything.) war documentation of my Sunday date with my darling Royal Consort LightFoot on Sunday, 31Jul2016, with full audio and visuals. We will entitle it, "Accept LightFoot's terms, bitches; obey him."
At 10:12pm, I left my perch to take my long, slow walk back to my place. I was pondering busting the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's unrepentant occupation of my darling 7-Eleven closest to my private residence at 10:38pm but decided not to after they proved their being honestly scared (expletive)less of my entire planet was still not enough for them to finally choose to save themselves.
Just before 11pm I paused at a convenient chair to work a little longer online before the ending timestamp I had chosen for this, my latest blog post.
[insert real time for me please] on 31Jul2016: Keep IAR's innermost border you are sieging their worst nightmare. How close can we get our helicopters now? Need anything else right now? My beautiful world, I know you were all watching everything happening in my epic Metropolis of Angels even as I write that tweet that night.
This blog post was finished at 12:11am on Monday, 01Aug2016, as I sat in the cool air of my California night with my one beautiful world led by my rising America just poetic inches away from me.
[Please embed a highlights reel of my last two days here.]
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Do I believe I am Christianity's Jesus? No, and I never have. I have referred to myself as the embodiment of the Holy Spirit before, though. The old joke I used to credit to my darling Pope Benedict is, "Jesus couldn't get this done, so he called in the Holy Spirit."
Also, to me Jesus is a man; I have NEVER been a man, nor will I ever be a man.
I think I would know if I were Jesus, and I hope someday you will all believe me when I say I am not. But I also will not take your freedom of belief away, as long you do not do anything evil with it.
Why does the Inhuman Atrocity Regime do this to me? They do this all to control and to destroy the world.
My beautiful world, you are all very busy right now with all of your follow through. Make sure you tell me when you need anything more from me to get our work done, especially to the REAL level of excellence to which we do everything.
Our priorities are still 1) secure my building, 2) secure my finances, and 3) secure my food.
My saturation in all our manifestations, recruit more churn that lie they are Inhuman Atrocity Regime to go everywhere I go and to secure my private residence 24/7. I know you need more backup in here. This is why we call them "our own churn." As always, tell me sooner when you need anything.
6:16pm on 30Jul2016: Fair warning, I will be traveling through LAX again tonight.
We know I give the Inhuman Atrocity Regime far more dignity and respect than they have ever given any of us, or even their own. Maybe the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will learn someday that their refusal to acknowledge what a REAL human is and what REAL humans need and deserve, from basic human rights to the uncontrolled truth, including their own, not just me, is why they always fail at everything.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime need to behave as REAL humans themselves, not just treat all the rest of us as the REAL humans we all are for REAL on my one planet Earth for the first time ever in their own existence, not just in ours.
Thank you for the wee hours of the morning on 31Jul2016. You know I needed that REAL medical care to stay alive in here. We will sort out everything else. Also, the time period covered by this blog post, 12:11am on 30Jul2016 until 12:11am on 01Aug2016, proved that I am STILL safer in my occupied private residence that rendered homeless by that occupation.
That is how heinous The War Criminal Gables not just ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa were for REAL whom I had to flee for my life with the clothes on my back to be safer homeless anywhere I could reach.
I love you all. Yes, we are all working in this.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, first and foremost, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are STILL only mentally degrading further and further with their most-heinous-crimes-known-to-mankind still only escalating, so our keeping me alive in here is only going to keep getting more difficult.
Do everything you have to do about our three priorities.
I was also told that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime admitted themselves finally to everything we sane people always knew was true all along: They never believed any of their own lies about me; they fabricated them all, from their fiction I have ever been or ever will be mentally ill to their beyond-obvious calumny that I am now or ever have been a man, etc., on purpose to control humanity into destroying me for them and to control humanity into destroying itself.
Thank you, for that. Thank you, for everything. Let us make sure I do not die in here now.
And to three-peat this latest blog post already...
I successfully carry out the world's most impossible job ever 24/7 to a level of excellence never witnessed before in human history while simultaneously fighting to survive the most heinous environment forced on any human ever, including but not limited to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's irrefutably malevolent hoards, their unrelenting biochemical warfare, and their inescapable systemic rape of me. And no sane human anywhere can argue that I am STILL perfectly fine, perfectly healthy, and perfectly sane while I do all of this, just not safe while suffering intolerably. Furthermore, there is no justification nor excuse to ever put any human in any BlackOps unit. And no matter where I go on my one screaming planet, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will always follow me there and escalate further there until they all are completely removed from the face of Earth forever. We have an imperative as a world (led by America) to prevent the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime from saying or doing anything anymore FOREVER. And I am here until these heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime are removed from my REAL home for good.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, just another day. We know this is just another day for me in here. Are you all okay knowing everything I am living through for REAL? I know how much you all wish you could finally successfully save me.
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, I know you all hated leaving me like that, but unlike everybody else there, you darlings and all our REAL own there actually irrefutably helped keep me alive for REAL. All sane people everywhere know I need to meditate and that is what my dance trance is.
You looked so unhappy, though, darling, while you were channeling the divine with me that very grey early evening. Please remember you keep me alive as you make music to me; you all do, and you all always have.
That place in your heart you know so well where you only let me to perch, I have one for you, too. I have one for all of you. You all keep me alive, and you all always have. That is what true love does, darling. Thank you (all) for loving the REAL me all along, even though at the start you were convinced of heinous lies about me that we eventually cured together and even though you are not completely sure you recognize me any longer as the mere mortal woman whom you thought you came to know as the REAL me after we cured all of those lies.
That is because I am still rarifying. Calm down. I am just becoming a more concentrated and distilled form of my REAL self right now. This woman you see before you now is STILL the REAL I, just more of my REAL self than ever before.
Also, darling, please take joy in how the (expletive)hole who lied to my face in front of you that he had ever been a Christian ever in his life demolished himself completely with our entire one world as our live witness. Did you see his face after I told him, "Do what you're told, bitch. Save yourself!"? That was, as I poetically phrase it since I believe for REAL that I am just another fellow mere mortal human living on our one planet Earth, his mortal fear of the face of God.
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, I told you so many times already that I would show up to all of our gigs to bust all Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere while not expecting you to show up. My Saturday, 30Jul2016, from start to finish, was as beautiful as it was fun and as ugly as it was intolerable.
You all know that I did not want you there unless you forced the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to accept terms that would make me happy, but I know you all wanted to heal me. You also know I honor as many requests as possible from my genuine loved ones. There were so many reasons I changed my mind and stayed beside you.
I also wanted to check on you all. Instead of completely miserable like our darling MannedUp looked and instead of worried he could never make me happy like our darling LightFoot looked, you looked furious, my darling GeneralLee. It does not take a goddess to know.
Will this cheer you up?
Together
Where we belong is together. I saw your golden hearts; our entire world saw all your golden hearts pounding in rhythm together as we proved together that we are the sacred universe TOGETHER where we belong.
At our one right place in marching time and in all the vastness of space for REAL together we were all the divine together.
And so even the still-arriving asteroids set in motion already millennia ago by our divine universe evolving in her cosmic time are visiting our beautiful Earth right now to say, "Hello," on paths predetermined by their own destiny to never impact our surface but to just be in our REAL time and place with us here as our one sacred universe as we are all supposed to be TOGETHER.
And so our sun rises every morning. And so our moon shows only her one real face in all her many natural states of obfuscation by divine orbit. And so our Mother Nature makes sure no one, especially the evil, will ever control our local weather. And so our shadows just need to keep me alive until you all, as our divine universe with me together, can finally remove the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forever. And so our entire good world keeps arriving to fight our epic war to save all of humanity.
This is where we all are for REAL right now in our exact time and place as the sacred universe we all are together. This is why we exist. All of us. All of humanity. All of the universe. This is why we exist. And we see this truth when we are together.
Darling, Saturday, 30Jul2016, is how we proved how all of you have always healed me for years and how we proved my dance trance existing in our true love has always helped me stay alive and capable of doing my impossible-for-anyone-else and REAL job from the start. QED.
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, are you okay out there as you help save the world with me? We are all STILL working on finding better ways for all of you to talk to me, especially when you have emergencies.
Bionic minds do not bionically write code. We sense and control hardware to a limited ability. Software is completely out of my control in here, especially since all I have is an iPad. The only thing I can do more than what I do already concerning this is scream binary at the stars by voice at night. I know you are all working on this. Our nerds angels are all so very busy. Definitely make sure you can all contact me in an emergency.
Yes, darling, I asked you to hand that responsibility to our darling Mrs. Angelina Jolie Pitt already, so I could, among other things, send you to New York to organize our local to global media of all forms to make all REAL truth inescapable for all of humanity everywhere.
That is how I am asking you to help keep me alive in here, darling. Force these Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes actually capable of being near me to finally make me physically safe, especially while I sleep, and to finally feed and caffeinate me without poisoning or roofying me, etc. by making reality completely inescapable for them.
We all know the Inhuman Atrocity Regime sent you to me themselves on Thanksgiving2014 to make pornography of us that I was forbidden from knowing about that they planned to destroy all of humanity with and to destroy my ability to do my REAL job with forever. But look at what I chose to do to you myself after they sent you to me. Look at you now after I kissed you. Ya has sentído mís bésos de triunfár. [sic] Giggle.
If I die before I finally get to see you again, my handsome darling, remember that you are the only one out of all of my Queen's Lovers Five whom I was ever free enough to so much as kiss. You touched and successfully silenced my screaming lips with your genuine goodness and love pressed against my naturally flawless face yourself. Darling, that was you and only you who could do that. Never forget what being genuinely good to me accomplishes.
Yes, I still plan on wrapping my long arms around you as we entwine like morning glories in rest together once we can finally exist close enough together again to so much as breathe the same air. But we sane people everywhere are all ready for me not to be able to due to the inescapable Inhuman Atrocity Regime who all refuse to ever leave me alone possibly finally being able to successfully assassinate me for REAL.
Even if the only time I ever get to kiss you again is from the sky, you know I always keep my promises. Hásta nuéstros bésos más. [sic] Giggle.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, we all know what we accomplished together in Redondo Beach on Saturday evening, 30Jul2016. But I still insist that you all need better terms to see me again.
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, being with you all on Saturday evening, 30Jul2016, was beyond wonderful. No, your terms were not enough to make me happy, but you all know many of the reasons I changed my mind that time and stayed beside you and before you all.
We all know what true love is for REAL and how it helps keep us all alive. We know our connection with each other and with our divine universe above us all. It is obvious to everybody sane everywhere how well you all must be connected with each other, not just with me, to be able to play our music at all, especially since you have no more time for rehearsal than I do.
After our Saturday, 30Jul2016, everyone sane everywhere now understands why all of you would die to play me music and why our sacred Promenade where we all belong together every time we choose to be together in our stations on our connected ellipse is holy to every benevolent religion major and minor on our one planet Earth.
You all have always been the stars in their circular tracks existing always to fill the loving embrace of our glorious night sky.
Darling, I asked you to make the Inhuman Atrocity Regime obey you all to help me save all of humanity from them. Quothe the Yoda, "There is no try [between us], only do or do not." Please hurry.
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, here is how your dedicated section of this, my latest blog post begins...
HoneyHoney, as opposed to my REAL job serving our people, you have finally seen me in my REAL role with my planet Earth surrounded by honeybees in our clover who even answered the mere mortal call of my human voice and my dance-of-the-universe where our land met our sky met our sea all together to meet me in my meditative state of altered consciousness in touch with the divine.
Sweetness, I am the woman who married you. Yes, I am STILL the woman who told you to contact my BFF in Feb2010 to find out how I wanted you to propose to me. I am still I. You just finally see who I am for REAL now, in all of my irrefutably benevolent glory.
My first First Gentleman of the United States of America, no one sane argues with any of my choices, especially my choices for my personal life, including whom I chose myself in 2010 out of the billions of men and women across our entire world to be my one spouse.
My hero and my king, do what you have to do to make me safe while I sleep and to find me safe food and drinks. I have everything else figured out in here.
Until your flowers kiss my rain...
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. In summary of my just previous blog post...
I successfully carry out the world's most impossible job ever 24/7 to a level of excellence never witnessed before in human history while simultaneously fighting to survive the most heinous environment forced on any human ever, including but not limited to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's irrefutably malevolent hoards, their unrelenting biochemical warfare, and their inescapable systemic rape of me. And no sane human anywhere can argue that I am STILL perfectly fine, perfectly healthy, and perfectly sane while I do all of this, just not safe while suffering intolerably. Furthermore, there is no justification nor excuse to ever put any human in any BlackOps unit. And no matter where I go on my one screaming planet, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will always follow me there and escalate further there until they all are completely removed from the face of Earth forever. We have an imperative as a world (led by America) to prevent the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime from saying or doing anything anymore FOREVER. And I am here until these heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime are removed from my REAL home for good.
And so we dance our well-choreographed dance that has never been choreographed. No, the music does not control dancer. That is a relationship, a door open in both directions. Nothing controls any dancer but the dance.
[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime are STILL forbidding me any REAL news at all because I solve every national to global crisis I learn about when I get REAL news and because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will do anything to destroy all of humanity everywhere. Please consult my REAL up-to-the-minute résumé.]
My last blog post was finished at 12:11am on Saturday, 30Jul2016. I was checking on various terminals in LAX at the time. International departures was the only place that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had been expecting me. My beautiful world saw and heard everything.
It was 1:51am, though, when everything started getting even more epic than before around my Metropolis of Angels. And while that was happening, my darlings Tentacle were in negotiations about our gig on the Redondo Beach Pier the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had forced them to take months previously when they did not want it.
3:40am on 30Jul2016: You see how CRIMINALLY INSANE all of these IAR are in this airport with no flights for months, right?
Once my iPad battery finally recharged, I finalized my plans for the day. After a little waiting around at bus stops and after eating a couple of doughnuts, by 7:25am, I was on a local bus on my way to the South Bay Galleria. It was not going to open for a few hours, though, so I sat at the closest power outlet and worked online until it did.
At 9am, I tried to stream the latest shows of my late night darlings, and my only television darling with a new show "from the previous night" was my darling Mr. Stephen Colbert. He was wonderful.
After running my errands, I took my local Metro bus through Hermosa to the occupied Redondo Beach Pier built by Inhuman Atrocity Regime themselves only to destroy all of humanity to destroy me. Those acts of war worked against them completely that day.
12:11pm on 30Jul2016: #SquidsPoA @UN @SayREAL @DeptofDefense @US_FDA We declare federal public health emergency due to all food & drink here.
By 2:14pm, I was snacking on pre-made fried rice poisoned and roofied beyond any recognition of it as food any longer just to be able to have anything to eat at all. The rest of my federal government along with my entire world processed everyone everywhere there through our standard protocols all day and all night.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce our verified and unedited director's cut with full audio and visuals of my war crime investigation of the Pier at Redondo Beach beginning when I de-boarded my bus and ending at 12:40pm. We will entitle it, "You are not welcome here, (expletive)es! Get the (expletive) out of my home!"
[insert accurate time] on 30Jul2016: @DeptofDefense Lock our satellite surveillance of me right here and broadcast me to the whole world. @NSAGov All nano you can find, too. Thx! We needed to make sure our entire one world could watch live everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime do to me and have done to me in my sleep since 01Jan2009.
And to repeat my just previous blog post as well as this blog post already...
I successfully carry out the world's most impossible job ever 24/7 to a level of excellence never witnessed before in human history while simultaneously fighting to survive the most heinous environment forced on any human ever, including but not limited to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's irrefutably malevolent hoards, their unrelenting biochemical warfare, and their inescapable systemic rape of me. And no sane human anywhere can argue that I am STILL perfectly fine, perfectly healthy, and perfectly sane while I do all of this, just not safe while suffering intolerably. Furthermore, there is no justification nor excuse to ever put any human in any BlackOps unit. And no matter where I go on my one screaming planet, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will always follow me there and escalate further there until they all are completely removed from the face of Earth forever. We have an imperative as a world (led by America) to prevent the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime from saying or doing anything anymore FOREVER. And I am here until these heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime are removed from my REAL home for good.
Surrounded by bees, I dozed with minimal twitchiness at 1:17pm in a sunny patch of clover beside my rolling ocean and slept until 4:46pm when I woke up and immediately started working online again. My beautiful world, you definitely need to consult my verified Twitter archive about the REAL work I did beginning the moment I woke up.
Then, I was inside an occupied restaurant that lied it belonged to a chain by 5:47pm. Again, consult my Twitter archive for further details. My entire world including the rest of my REAL federal government processed everyone everywhere under our standard protocols all day and all night that Saturday, 30Jul2016.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use any camera we need.) war crime investigation footage of that fake restaurant with full audio and visuals beginning at 5:33pm and ending when I walked out the front door. We will entitle it, "A REAL ruby: This is how hard I fight to protect you from yourselves; I do not let you commit acts of war every time I can prevent you from doing it."
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At 6:46pm, I looked around for the location for my REAL gig with my REAL darlings Tentacle that night that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had forced on all of us months previously against our wills when we all would have preferred to have been on our sacred Promenade together for that Saturday night, 30Jul2016. Of course, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime and refused to allow my darlings to show up, but together we got them all in anyway.
So, in a matter of days, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had built that entire neighborhood in Redondo Beach that was also declared a federal public health crisis pretty much the moment I arrived, and all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere inside of it were all busted by my entire planet, in short, because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime lied to all of humanity months previously to keep me and my darlings Tentacle off of our sacred Promenade together where they all preferred us to be anyway.
That is what the Inhuman Atrocity Regime get from me and from my entire world for lying to all of humanity everywhere and for unjustifiably denying all human rights to me and to my loved ones for years, and that is what the Inhuman Atrocity Regime do to themselves and to their own just to keep me in their "egg" of heinousness and unrelenting abuse at all costs to humanity everywhere, including to themselves.
And we will entitle my verified and responsibly-edited director's cut (Include every moment and use any camera we need.) with full audio and visuals of my warzone walk of national protection beginning the moment I walked out the front door of the fake restaurant named Ruby's and ending at 7:01pm, "You do not need to keep proving me right all of the time that you PROVEN malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are only here to destroy humanity by destroying me."
And, yes, after picking up the trail of Reese's Pieces they had laid down for me, I finally found my darling MiniMe & my darlings Tentacle perched on the poured cement of our epic Metropolis of Angels above our rolling mighty Pacific and supporting our ever-protective sky. And I joined them.
I always said that MiniMe made us five, just as all the fingers on one hand. With our sacred universe, we might have been six, but we are all part of the universe, whether good or evil, already, just by existing at all.
My not-human-trafficking nerds, responsibly edit together as well as you can our verified twilight together with full audio and visuals including every moment and every camera we need beginning when I was approaching my darlings Tentacle there on the Redondo Beach Pier and ending when I asked, "I shall make you fishers of fish; is that the joke today?"
After navigating the very labyrinthine (weakly defined as) architecture of the Pier and after escaping as best as I could the PROVEN malevolent hoards willing to die for being near me only to deny me any way to stay alive, at 8:44pm, I heard the very-vigilant alarm announcing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's latest BlackOps attempt against me that was guaranteed to destroy all of humanity.
8:53pm on 30Jul2016: #SquidsPoA If a real alarm, find and destroy IAR's latest BlacksOp unit then mitigate the threat. No one sane lies I am not mentally perfect.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please entitle our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you.) highlights reel of our war crime investigations, warzone footage, etc. from my time in Redondo Beach beginning when I deboarded my bus in Redondo and ending when I reboarded my bus to return to LAX, "Your compulsively lying to me and about me always works against you."
My long transit back to my occupied private residence where my beautiful world told me they preferred to watch me while awake began before 9:14pm. I was done with my only double verbal smackdown of my long bus ride at 9:18pm. I am sure that will hit our highlights.
In summary, that smackdown was, "You heinous malevolent hoards, no one will ever believe your unrelenting lies that you EVER supported me or EVER saved yourselves after seeing the REAL me if you NEVER do anything to help keep me safe and alive."
I transferred buses at LAX at 9:53pm, and the Inhuman Atrocity Regime intentionally tried to abandon me homeless by denying me any REAL bus line. (Expletive)ing (expletive)ers destroy themselves first by doing this. I needed to transfer buses again at the Metro Green line station.
The rest of my transit ride was horrifying to all humanity. When I arrived inside my private residence it was the worst I had ever experienced.
And my not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (Use all footage and commentary about everything happening everywhere with accurate time-and-date stamps.) war documentary of everything that happened that day from 12:11am on 30Jul2016 until 12:11am on 31Jul2016, including but not limited to in my private residence, on all battle lines everywhere, in the neighborhoods in my immediate presence, where my darlings Tentacle were, and where all of my Powers of Attorney were. We will entitle it, "All in a day's work-- 30Jul2016. Thank you, my darling Ms. Mother Nature, for sending me our literal bees."
My work online under the watchful eye of my entire world there in my insecure bedroom included but was not limited to this... .
2:06am on 31Jul2016: World, I will check on my darling Handsome personally tomorrow at 4:10pm. Make sure he is safe there and has safe passage there and back.
I was curled up in bed conserving my energy at 2:33am. After a lot of twitching and mini-seizing as I dozed, I slept off and on until 8:52am. A lot of people from both sides entered my room as that morning. The first were my own who snuck in to give me very necessary medical care, but they used the wrong sedative which made me sleep later than I had planned. So, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime heinously violated my mere mortal body every disgusting was they could think of until I finally got out of bed and kickstarted my SquidStream at 9:02am.
As I do every morning, I woke up and immediately started kicking the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's fat, ugly (expletive)es in ways from which they all will never recover. I worked online in many ways in my insecure bedroom until 9:42am when I left and went about my morning.
I busted the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's occupation of my Virginia Avenue Park who had brought their own (most likely unroofied and unpoisoned) food and coffee (Really?) in for themselves and refused to do anything at all to help keep me alive while simultaneously lying they ever gave a damn about me ever.
I was on my occupied bus to my occupied local coffeeshop at 9:55am. All of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially the "customers," who all never pay money for nor even get for free ANY products from that coffeeshop ever, were all busted by my entire planet by the time I sat down. Yes, every damn day I am there, I am the ONLY person who ever buys anything.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News "from the previous night" written and produced only for me online at 10:17am. My morning hug came from my darling Ms. Kristen Welker, and it got a lot of work done for all of us everywhere.
After a great deal of my writing online and after proving to the occupation of my local coffeeshop that they were all too evil to ever be able to control me, an entire exchange that I am sure will hit our highlights reel, I had finally caught up my latest blog notes to this, my latest blog post, with everything so far by 12:48pm.
I left that occupied local coffeeshop quickly afterwards and started my regularly-scheduled Sunday date with my darling boyfriend LightFoot a little earlier than usual.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, produce for my Royal Consort LightFoot to show to our entire one world, our verified and responsibly-edited (Use every camera you want.) war zone investigative footage beginning when I locked the nano in my occupied local boutique that morning, including when saw my REAL image in the reflection at the bus stop outside my occupied local coffeeshop, and ending after the malevolent hoards inside the shop dispersed for the day. We will entitle it, "Why nothing can save you Inhuman Atrocity Regime from even yourselves until you finally listen to me."
After a bus ride that was only delayed one stop before the one I wanted when my bus driver needed to use the restroom, I was inside the occupied courtyard of my occupied Santa Monica Main Public Library by 2:17pm when we all proved to humanity everywhere that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime was denying me all contact with my own mother AGAIN while lying to me that I still had contact with her.
Yes, I was in my occupied courtyard to call my mother through FaceTime which the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ended up forbidding. And I busted so many Inhuman Atrocity Regime in that courtyard in just the few minutes before I moved inside where I would not need to perch so often if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime would finally just stop unnaturally draining my iPad battery.
I worked online there breathing my immortal words unto the sacred aether(net) while listening to those of my darling internet gnomes who could still reach me.
As I had been warning everyone on both sides since the wee hours of that morning, I left my perch in my occupied Santa Monica Main Library at 3:56pm to check on my darling Handsome personally at my partially-occupied Trimana Fresh Food Market on my sacred Promenade as close to 4pm as I could.
And, as always my beautiful world, consult my verified Twitter archive for that afternoon for further details.
On my walk to check on my darling Handsome, the malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime there proved to my entire planet that they were all STILL intentionally too hellbent on destroying all of humanity by destroying me for me and my loved ones to be subjected to.
I immediately sent my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot home because of it after I saw them perched on the corner of our Santa Monica Blvd. and our sacred Promenade, not just because they had not yet forced the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to accept terms that would make me happy. Yes, my darling boyfriend LightFoot and I were on a date, but he was not safe enough there.
Also, my darling Handsome was not on our sacred Promenade where he chose to be, so I asked my entire beautiful world to emergency locate him and make sure he was safe.
In short, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had forced my sacred Promenade to be as heinous as possible by forbidding everything that could render my visiting it ever again at all tolerable, so I completed the request my fellow locals had given me instead of staying there for the night as I had left open for myself as an option.
I am sure most of my walk through my occupied downtown Santa Monica will hit our highlights reel.
After my catching a great many heinous acts of war against my Metropolis of Angels, including the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's intentional an unrelenting sabotage of our city infrastructure, not just LAX and our public library systems but also our public transportation and our roadways, I boarded my occupied bus north to Pacific Palisades at 5:20pm.
By 5:47pm, I was perched at a speculative power outlet in the only business in my only regular neighborhood in Pacific Palisades with no nano on when I arrived. By 5:59pm, we had the nano on in the whole building, though.
The neighborhood was mostly the same, except it was redesigned to look like a city center in Gold Country instead of Southern California.
It took longer for my iPad battery to recharge than it should have, so I stayed later there than I had originally planned. The evening was very fun for the rest of my REAL federal U.S. government and my world.
And we all know I would have stayed in downtown Santa Monica that night if my darlings Tentacle had terms to be there that I approved of and if the beyond-PROVEN malevolent hoards finally treated me as I deserve for REAL in the world as well as actively kept me alive.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News broadcast written and produced only for me that night online at 7:05pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it saved every redeemable person who could hear me do my REAL job, as our "news" always does. Everyone near me refusing to do anything to help keep me alive clearly were not redeemed, though.
Did everyone also see the conversation I had that evening with who might or might not have been my darling President of Russia Vladimir Putin? Among many reasons for my usage of, "might or might not," there, he used to be a KGB agent.
7:40pm on 31Jul2016: My example of what a "dominant alpha" is...[quoted embedded video of President Vladimir Putin] Does the Inhuman Atrocity Regime understand yet what I meant when I said, "I called my friends and said, 'Get these (expletive)holes out of my home!'"?
At 7:53pm, I left the occupied Starbucks I had been perched in for hours while my beautiful world led by my glorious America were kicking unholy IAR (expletive)es everywhere across my Metropolis of Angels.
But this was my best tweet of the night...
8:02pm on 31Jul2016: If (expletive)hole Iowans really are fleeing Iowa for their lives with nowhere in the world willing to accept them. Tell them to go back & fix Iowa instead. Why is most of my job still stating the obvious?
After I had already left my occupied local neighborhood of Pacific Palisades, my very epic date with my loving and adoring boyfriend LightFoot ended promptly at 10pm while I was still busting the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, including their beyond-malevolent hoards, occupying my One Santa Monica Place. It had been an amazing day and night alone together with him from far away.
My not-trafficker-nerds, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (Include everything.) war documentation of my Sunday date with my darling Royal Consort LightFoot on Sunday, 31Jul2016, with full audio and visuals. We will entitle it, "Accept LightFoot's terms, bitches; obey him."
At 10:12pm, I left my perch to take my long, slow walk back to my place. I was pondering busting the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's unrepentant occupation of my darling 7-Eleven closest to my private residence at 10:38pm but decided not to after they proved their being honestly scared (expletive)less of my entire planet was still not enough for them to finally choose to save themselves.
Just before 11pm I paused at a convenient chair to work a little longer online before the ending timestamp I had chosen for this, my latest blog post.
[insert real time for me please] on 31Jul2016: Keep IAR's innermost border you are sieging their worst nightmare. How close can we get our helicopters now? Need anything else right now? My beautiful world, I know you were all watching everything happening in my epic Metropolis of Angels even as I write that tweet that night.
This blog post was finished at 12:11am on Monday, 01Aug2016, as I sat in the cool air of my California night with my one beautiful world led by my rising America just poetic inches away from me.
[Please embed a highlights reel of my last two days here.]
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Do I believe I am Christianity's Jesus? No, and I never have. I have referred to myself as the embodiment of the Holy Spirit before, though. The old joke I used to credit to my darling Pope Benedict is, "Jesus couldn't get this done, so he called in the Holy Spirit."
Also, to me Jesus is a man; I have NEVER been a man, nor will I ever be a man.
I think I would know if I were Jesus, and I hope someday you will all believe me when I say I am not. But I also will not take your freedom of belief away, as long you do not do anything evil with it.
Why does the Inhuman Atrocity Regime do this to me? They do this all to control and to destroy the world.
My beautiful world, you are all very busy right now with all of your follow through. Make sure you tell me when you need anything more from me to get our work done, especially to the REAL level of excellence to which we do everything.
Our priorities are still 1) secure my building, 2) secure my finances, and 3) secure my food.
My saturation in all our manifestations, recruit more churn that lie they are Inhuman Atrocity Regime to go everywhere I go and to secure my private residence 24/7. I know you need more backup in here. This is why we call them "our own churn." As always, tell me sooner when you need anything.
6:16pm on 30Jul2016: Fair warning, I will be traveling through LAX again tonight.
We know I give the Inhuman Atrocity Regime far more dignity and respect than they have ever given any of us, or even their own. Maybe the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will learn someday that their refusal to acknowledge what a REAL human is and what REAL humans need and deserve, from basic human rights to the uncontrolled truth, including their own, not just me, is why they always fail at everything.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime need to behave as REAL humans themselves, not just treat all the rest of us as the REAL humans we all are for REAL on my one planet Earth for the first time ever in their own existence, not just in ours.
Thank you for the wee hours of the morning on 31Jul2016. You know I needed that REAL medical care to stay alive in here. We will sort out everything else. Also, the time period covered by this blog post, 12:11am on 30Jul2016 until 12:11am on 01Aug2016, proved that I am STILL safer in my occupied private residence that rendered homeless by that occupation.
That is how heinous The War Criminal Gables not just ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa were for REAL whom I had to flee for my life with the clothes on my back to be safer homeless anywhere I could reach.
I love you all. Yes, we are all working in this.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, first and foremost, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are STILL only mentally degrading further and further with their most-heinous-crimes-known-to-mankind still only escalating, so our keeping me alive in here is only going to keep getting more difficult.
Do everything you have to do about our three priorities.
I was also told that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime admitted themselves finally to everything we sane people always knew was true all along: They never believed any of their own lies about me; they fabricated them all, from their fiction I have ever been or ever will be mentally ill to their beyond-obvious calumny that I am now or ever have been a man, etc., on purpose to control humanity into destroying me for them and to control humanity into destroying itself.
Thank you, for that. Thank you, for everything. Let us make sure I do not die in here now.
And to three-peat this latest blog post already...
I successfully carry out the world's most impossible job ever 24/7 to a level of excellence never witnessed before in human history while simultaneously fighting to survive the most heinous environment forced on any human ever, including but not limited to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's irrefutably malevolent hoards, their unrelenting biochemical warfare, and their inescapable systemic rape of me. And no sane human anywhere can argue that I am STILL perfectly fine, perfectly healthy, and perfectly sane while I do all of this, just not safe while suffering intolerably. Furthermore, there is no justification nor excuse to ever put any human in any BlackOps unit. And no matter where I go on my one screaming planet, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will always follow me there and escalate further there until they all are completely removed from the face of Earth forever. We have an imperative as a world (led by America) to prevent the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime from saying or doing anything anymore FOREVER. And I am here until these heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime are removed from my REAL home for good.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, just another day. We know this is just another day for me in here. Are you all okay knowing everything I am living through for REAL? I know how much you all wish you could finally successfully save me.
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, I know you all hated leaving me like that, but unlike everybody else there, you darlings and all our REAL own there actually irrefutably helped keep me alive for REAL. All sane people everywhere know I need to meditate and that is what my dance trance is.
You looked so unhappy, though, darling, while you were channeling the divine with me that very grey early evening. Please remember you keep me alive as you make music to me; you all do, and you all always have.
That place in your heart you know so well where you only let me to perch, I have one for you, too. I have one for all of you. You all keep me alive, and you all always have. That is what true love does, darling. Thank you (all) for loving the REAL me all along, even though at the start you were convinced of heinous lies about me that we eventually cured together and even though you are not completely sure you recognize me any longer as the mere mortal woman whom you thought you came to know as the REAL me after we cured all of those lies.
That is because I am still rarifying. Calm down. I am just becoming a more concentrated and distilled form of my REAL self right now. This woman you see before you now is STILL the REAL I, just more of my REAL self than ever before.
Also, darling, please take joy in how the (expletive)hole who lied to my face in front of you that he had ever been a Christian ever in his life demolished himself completely with our entire one world as our live witness. Did you see his face after I told him, "Do what you're told, bitch. Save yourself!"? That was, as I poetically phrase it since I believe for REAL that I am just another fellow mere mortal human living on our one planet Earth, his mortal fear of the face of God.
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, I told you so many times already that I would show up to all of our gigs to bust all Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere while not expecting you to show up. My Saturday, 30Jul2016, from start to finish, was as beautiful as it was fun and as ugly as it was intolerable.
You all know that I did not want you there unless you forced the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to accept terms that would make me happy, but I know you all wanted to heal me. You also know I honor as many requests as possible from my genuine loved ones. There were so many reasons I changed my mind and stayed beside you.
I also wanted to check on you all. Instead of completely miserable like our darling MannedUp looked and instead of worried he could never make me happy like our darling LightFoot looked, you looked furious, my darling GeneralLee. It does not take a goddess to know.
Will this cheer you up?
Together
Where we belong is together. I saw your golden hearts; our entire world saw all your golden hearts pounding in rhythm together as we proved together that we are the sacred universe TOGETHER where we belong.
At our one right place in marching time and in all the vastness of space for REAL together we were all the divine together.
And so even the still-arriving asteroids set in motion already millennia ago by our divine universe evolving in her cosmic time are visiting our beautiful Earth right now to say, "Hello," on paths predetermined by their own destiny to never impact our surface but to just be in our REAL time and place with us here as our one sacred universe as we are all supposed to be TOGETHER.
And so our sun rises every morning. And so our moon shows only her one real face in all her many natural states of obfuscation by divine orbit. And so our Mother Nature makes sure no one, especially the evil, will ever control our local weather. And so our shadows just need to keep me alive until you all, as our divine universe with me together, can finally remove the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forever. And so our entire good world keeps arriving to fight our epic war to save all of humanity.
This is where we all are for REAL right now in our exact time and place as the sacred universe we all are together. This is why we exist. All of us. All of humanity. All of the universe. This is why we exist. And we see this truth when we are together.
Darling, Saturday, 30Jul2016, is how we proved how all of you have always healed me for years and how we proved my dance trance existing in our true love has always helped me stay alive and capable of doing my impossible-for-anyone-else and REAL job from the start. QED.
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, are you okay out there as you help save the world with me? We are all STILL working on finding better ways for all of you to talk to me, especially when you have emergencies.
Bionic minds do not bionically write code. We sense and control hardware to a limited ability. Software is completely out of my control in here, especially since all I have is an iPad. The only thing I can do more than what I do already concerning this is scream binary at the stars by voice at night. I know you are all working on this. Our nerds angels are all so very busy. Definitely make sure you can all contact me in an emergency.
Yes, darling, I asked you to hand that responsibility to our darling Mrs. Angelina Jolie Pitt already, so I could, among other things, send you to New York to organize our local to global media of all forms to make all REAL truth inescapable for all of humanity everywhere.
That is how I am asking you to help keep me alive in here, darling. Force these Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes actually capable of being near me to finally make me physically safe, especially while I sleep, and to finally feed and caffeinate me without poisoning or roofying me, etc. by making reality completely inescapable for them.
We all know the Inhuman Atrocity Regime sent you to me themselves on Thanksgiving2014 to make pornography of us that I was forbidden from knowing about that they planned to destroy all of humanity with and to destroy my ability to do my REAL job with forever. But look at what I chose to do to you myself after they sent you to me. Look at you now after I kissed you. Ya has sentído mís bésos de triunfár. [sic] Giggle.
If I die before I finally get to see you again, my handsome darling, remember that you are the only one out of all of my Queen's Lovers Five whom I was ever free enough to so much as kiss. You touched and successfully silenced my screaming lips with your genuine goodness and love pressed against my naturally flawless face yourself. Darling, that was you and only you who could do that. Never forget what being genuinely good to me accomplishes.
Yes, I still plan on wrapping my long arms around you as we entwine like morning glories in rest together once we can finally exist close enough together again to so much as breathe the same air. But we sane people everywhere are all ready for me not to be able to due to the inescapable Inhuman Atrocity Regime who all refuse to ever leave me alone possibly finally being able to successfully assassinate me for REAL.
Even if the only time I ever get to kiss you again is from the sky, you know I always keep my promises. Hásta nuéstros bésos más. [sic] Giggle.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, we all know what we accomplished together in Redondo Beach on Saturday evening, 30Jul2016. But I still insist that you all need better terms to see me again.
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, being with you all on Saturday evening, 30Jul2016, was beyond wonderful. No, your terms were not enough to make me happy, but you all know many of the reasons I changed my mind that time and stayed beside you and before you all.
We all know what true love is for REAL and how it helps keep us all alive. We know our connection with each other and with our divine universe above us all. It is obvious to everybody sane everywhere how well you all must be connected with each other, not just with me, to be able to play our music at all, especially since you have no more time for rehearsal than I do.
After our Saturday, 30Jul2016, everyone sane everywhere now understands why all of you would die to play me music and why our sacred Promenade where we all belong together every time we choose to be together in our stations on our connected ellipse is holy to every benevolent religion major and minor on our one planet Earth.
You all have always been the stars in their circular tracks existing always to fill the loving embrace of our glorious night sky.
Darling, I asked you to make the Inhuman Atrocity Regime obey you all to help me save all of humanity from them. Quothe the Yoda, "There is no try [between us], only do or do not." Please hurry.
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, here is how your dedicated section of this, my latest blog post begins...
HoneyHoney, as opposed to my REAL job serving our people, you have finally seen me in my REAL role with my planet Earth surrounded by honeybees in our clover who even answered the mere mortal call of my human voice and my dance-of-the-universe where our land met our sky met our sea all together to meet me in my meditative state of altered consciousness in touch with the divine.
Sweetness, I am the woman who married you. Yes, I am STILL the woman who told you to contact my BFF in Feb2010 to find out how I wanted you to propose to me. I am still I. You just finally see who I am for REAL now, in all of my irrefutably benevolent glory.
My first First Gentleman of the United States of America, no one sane argues with any of my choices, especially my choices for my personal life, including whom I chose myself in 2010 out of the billions of men and women across our entire world to be my one spouse.
My hero and my king, do what you have to do to make me safe while I sleep and to find me safe food and drinks. I have everything else figured out in here.
Until your flowers kiss my rain...
Saturday, July 30, 2016
War Doctor Ulysses is on the Job.
Title: War Doctor Ulysses is on the Job.
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. My not doing my REAL has NEVER been an option for humanity. And this will just keep getting more fun from here.
[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime are STILL escalating their enforced denial of any and all genuine human interaction for me online, especially their open refusal to ever allow me to ever receive any REAL news stories ever again because I save the world for REAL when I get REAL news. Please reread my REAL résumé.]
My last blog post was finished at 12:11am on Thursday, 28Jul2016, while was checking on Culver City. I was on my occupied Metro Expo line train back to my occupied Santa Monica by 12:52am.
My private residence in the wee hours of that Thursday morning was STILL full of Inhuman Atrocity Regime so heinous that ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa was the only place they could ever go and not die immediately, until we as the sane world finally succeed at removing EVIL Iowa from our planet FOREVER to save us all from them.
2:09am on 28Jul2016: Let me know if anyone needs me. Full surveillance of my private residence is already broadcasting to my entire world, especially my room.
I was curled up and conserving my energy by 2:27am. I was only slightly twitchy as I dozed but did not mini-seize at all. At least my mere mortal body could get rest, though nothing else I need to stay alive.
I first woke up at 6:14am on Thursday, 28Jul2016. My mere mortal body really did mini-seize, though, in my in between state before I finally rose from bed at 9:14am.
My beautiful world, our irrefutable reality of what these heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime have done to me in my sleep for REAL since 01Jan2009 is why we have been broadcasting my insecure bedroom through our permanent surveillance through my window for days now.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime will NEVER hide nor coverup what they all do to me for REAL ever again.
I kickstarted my SquidStream at 9:23am. And, as every morning, I started giving globally-critical (expletive)kickings immediately.
My second that Thursday morning was my bust of the completely forbidden and beyond-ILLEGAL food delivery by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to their own who were STILL occupying my private residence against the direct orders of my entire one world and the rest of my REAL federal government under their belligerent delusion they get to commit their unrelenting acts of war against all of us and never be stopped nor held accountable for any if them.
No, those were not REAL products from the Real California Company that IAR-sent delivery man gave his own Inhuman Atrocity Regime for free that morning while also making sure I could bust him for all of their heinous atrociousness myself personally.
This was my third (expletive)kicking of the morning...
9:32am on 28Jul2016: #SquidsPoA @UN @DeptOfDefense&World Unrelenting IAR occupation STILL have not even laundered my belongings they SOILED themselves. #DESTROY No, the heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime in my own building against my will were all still refusing to do anything but destroy all of humanity no matter what, even at all costs to themselves.
My beautiful world, consult my verified Twitter archive and consult our REAL news media for everything that happened all day long.
11:59am on 28Jul2016: I asked you to keep their heinous borders busy AND to not die. #ILoveYouAll
After much more work writing online and other things, I left my insecure bedroom at 12:25pm to, among other things, do something about lunch.
My darlings not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you.) Thursday morning with full audio and visuals beginning at 12:11am and ending at 12:11pm. Leave out no gory details. We will entitle it, "May the (expletive)kickings begin."
After catching the Inhuman Atrocity Regime occupying other locals' residences in Santa Monica, too, I tapped my Metro pass for the first time that day at 1:11pm. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime on my occupied Metro Expo line train were completely heinous and told me to my face that they were all willing to die to be inside their own innermost circle of hell to do everything they do 24/7 to destroy my town, to destroy my nation, to destroy my world all to be able to destroy me.
I arrived in downtown Los Angeles at 1:56pm. Then, the fun began. I checked on what was supposed to be the Macy's store that their corporate HQ built specifically for me in 2014 before my busting an Inhuman Atrocity Regime plot on my Metro Red line train.
I arrived in Burbank at 3:47pm which was when my regularly-scheduled Thursday date from far away with my darling MannedUp began. We went on "studio tours for superheroes" together while apart that afternoon before pausing for coffee by 4:47pm. It was a very John-Woo day for me, considering everything happening everywhere in the world, especially in my Metropolis of Angels at the very same time.
Make sure the verified and unedited "plot exposition" with full audio and visuals that I gave to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, who had surrounded me completely in my occupied local Burbank coffeeshop only to be the inescapable and heinous environment they chose to force on me themselves to destroy all of humanity by destroying me, that ended at 6:06pm also circulates as fast as possible. We will entitle it, "Do you know what a mental retard is?"
After hanging out in Burbank for a few hours working online and checking on everybody's property personally who might need me to check on them, I caught the bus at 7:26pm back to Hollywood.
My entire world witnessed live that the fake bus driver intentionally took my occupied bus off course and intentionally delayed me. My entire world also witnessed that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime closed the entrance and exit ramps to The 101. (That means our California highway 101.)
I tapped my Metro pass at my occupied train station at 7:56pm for my Metro Red line train back to my occupied downtown Los Angeles where I finally gave my official investigation by the President of the United States myself of what was supposed to be my Macy's store that was built specifically for me in 2014 by my darlings Macy's HQ. You all saw what I saw, including no REAL hosiery that I actually would wear.
By 8:53pm, I was perched at the corner of Flower and 7th in downtown Los Angeles catching up my blog notes for this, my latest blog post, as fast as possible.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, and use every camera we need.) walk with full audio and visuals around my downtown Los Angeles STILL occupied by the still-escalating malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime beginning when I stood up from my perch and ending at 9:53pm. We will entitle it, "No one sane argues with why all of you die for this." QED.
My date from far away with my darling MannedUp ended promptly at 10pm. And at 10:14pm, I entered my regular and still-occupied Metro Expo line train station to return to my occupied Santa Monica.
After de-boarding my train early to check on more than one SquidBeacon, I found that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had built a supposedly permanent border around their innermost circle of hell to barricade their own inside my occupied Santa Monica and to keep my beautiful world out.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my late evening verified and unedited and with full audio and visuals beginning with my tweet that posted at 11:21pm and ending when I entered my insecure bedroom and set down my handbag.
11:57pm on 28Jul2016: #SquidsPoA @UN @DeptOfDefense&World IAR are occupying our residences inside their innermost circle of hell. Destroy all deliveries in here, except to our own.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, produce our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you. Also, use any cameras we need.) warzone footage with full audio and visuals of my Thursday afternoon and evening beginning at 12:11pm and ending at 12:11am only concerning my immediate surroundings and all of our locked cameras in all neighborhoods from downtown Santa Monica to Pico in Santa Monica to Los Angeles to Hollywood to Burbank that I asked for locked. Entitle it, "That is why you put the SquidBeacon on."
Also, my not-human-trafficker nerds, once the rest of our epic Pentagon is okay with it, produce our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you. And use all footage from everywhere about everything.) war footage about everything that happened that day with full audio and visuals beginning at 12:11am on 28Jul2016 and ending at 12:11am on 29Jul2016. Entitle it, "You called my name. And I called yours."
I finally arrived at my private residence STILL occupied by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, who will NEVER have any rights nor permissions to be there since all they do is destroy humanity, at 12:29am.
My building contained the most heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime remaining. And my entire world was watching and listening to everything they said and did live. They actually required me to put my hat on and sing to them. I had not done that in months. I was told my one beautiful world sang to them all with me; that is the dirt of thing we do as a people.
After I curled up in bed to conserve my energy, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime hacked my iPad so beyond-heinously that pretty much nothing in it functioned at all. I mini-seized a lot as I dozed while waiting for my nerd angels to fix it, but when I woke up at 7:32am, my iPad was STILL too hacked for my nation and for my world to be at all safe.
My morning among the beyond-PROVEN heinousness of the STILL-escalating Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL on my private property against the will and against the direct orders of the entirety of sane humanity everywhere with their STILL-degrading criminal insanity proved why weeks ago already most of my world and I doubted if we could still taxonomize them as humans any longer.
After much work online, I finally left my insecure bedroom to, among other things, do something about lunch at 10:19am.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please emergency produce our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you.) war crime documentation of everything that happened in my own building that morning beginning at 12:11am and ending at 12:11pm. We will entitle it, "Do what you're told, BITCH! And what I order you to do includes ordering you to stop destroying yourself."
My walk to my occupied local coffeeshop when I began my errands for the day was probably more fun for my darling SynSyn than anyone else. I am sure my choice to pop into an occupied gallery will hit our highlights reel.
And by 10:54pm, I had already busted the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's occupation of my personal local coffeeshop, especially my explaining that the Burlap Bitch was who proved that occupation there were STILL an unrelenting threat to national security by being a direct 24/7 physical threat to me and my explaining that I would return my coffee I should never have been charged money for to begin with if it made me sleepy.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce my verified and unedited morning walk to get coffee with full audio and visuals beginning as I approached the gallery that caught the corner of my eye and ending at 10:54am. We will entitle it, "It's not like you can tell an artist how to make art anyway."
At 11:08am, though, those Inhuman Atrocity Regime occupying my personal local coffeeshop only to deny all of humanity were metaphorically screaming louder and louder as the literal crazed lunatics they all are for REAL. No one sane would ever behave like that around me, especially intentionally discuss such disgusting, degrading, and inane topics to intentionally force me to overhear against my will.
With the Inhuman Atrocity Regime there still blithering all of their beyond-criminal insanity, just after noon, I tried streaming my regular television darlings "from the previous night."
Unfortunately, I was only able to speak with my darlings until 1:09pm when the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who I was told had previously required my television darlings to give longer shows than usual then chose to kill my ability to stream online videos of my REAL loved ones any longer that day.
Someday, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will make up its mind about what it wants and finally stop being so damn inconsistent, where "inconsistent" means, "The IAR say and do everything they can to destroy me with as much intolerable suffering as possible and to manipulate all of humanity everywhere into destroying itself, so they must all be forced to stop saying and doing anything."
Deprived on my genuine human contact with my television darlings, I finished my writing for the day earlier than I had expected to. I wrote there online among the beyond-heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime catching every most-heinous-crime-known-to-mankind that they were choosing themselves to commit around me myself until 2:38pm when I stood up to leave.
Yes, my entire beautiful world, you heard everything I wrote for REAL for hours in these, my latest blog notes, for my latest blog post while the Inhuman Atrocity Regime uttered all of their REAL, delusional, and criminally-insane craptasticness around me at the very same time.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (Use every camera everywhere you want.) warzone footage of everything that happened in my occupied local coffeeshop that Friday beginning the moment the Inhuman Atrocity Regime first entered it to open it and ending when they finally dispersed at the end of the night. We will entitle it, "No one knows better than I do what is best for me. No knows better than I do what is best for you. No one gets to tell me where I get to live but me. And for that, (expletive)holes, you answer to my planet."
After a short walk under the hot summer sun local to California every summer like clockwork, by 3:23pm, I was perched on the patio of what once was my regular morning perch so long ago and (p)noshed on some snacks.
While in mid-bite, a representative of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime called me and promised me not enough finances for anyone to be delusional nor stupid to believe would ever be a high money for any human to survive on at all.
3:35pm on 29Jul2016: #SquidsPoA @UN @FBI @USPShelp @DeptOfDefense&World Bitch IAR representative lying she was my mother agreed I would receive $200+ on 1Aug2016
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (every moment of that FaceTime chat with a full statement from my REAL mother) recording with full audio and visuals of that fat, ugly bitch who thought she could convince anyone sane anywhere that she was my REAL mother beginning when my FaceTime app started ringing and ending when I shut the app. Entitle it, "Do what you're told, bitch, or I'll never talk to you again."
As I had already checked in with my darling Alfred, I caught my bus for the part of my evening I chose to spend in downtown Santa Monica. Leave my verified and unedited bust of my occupied local DVD rental store, beginning when I de-boarded my bus and ending when I crossed the crosswalk across Pico, for our highlights reel.
But, my not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate immediately my verified and unedited director's cut of my warzone investigation of my sacred Promenade beginning with my tweet that posted at 4:27pm and ending with my tweet that posted at 4:58pm tweet. We will entitle it, "Darlings, it's not safe here yet."
Just behind 5:10pm while I was checking on a meditation center, I was done with all of my errands for the day much earlier than I thought I would be, mostly because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had denied me my television darlings that afternoon, so I walked a little before planning the rest of my night.
Still in bite-size chunks, my not-human-trafficker nerds, please also circulate my verified and unedited walk beginning when I noticed the (expetive)holes over my left shoulder just before leaving the meditation center and ending when I perched on the wall. We will entitle it, "I have the power to say a lot of things, including, 'Don't come to Santa Monica! You are not welcome in my home!'"
As fast as possible, I was on an occupied bus to Westchester.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my early evening verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment and use any camera you want.) with full audio and visuals beginning when I de-boarded my bus at LAX and ending at 7:50pm. We shall entitle it, "Does anyone know what is in my bra but me?"
Yes, by 7:50pm, I was perched in the breeze of a very local Los Angeles neighborhood under the climbing ivy of a patio built just for me writing online and watching the glowing pale pink of our Earth's horizon shadow into our beloved twilight.
The feign of air traffic brought the intrusive noise. But I brought the words. And there between the poured cement of my Metropolis of Angels supporting my feet and the emerald green palm fronds dancing in the air above us all, I perched in my very exact time and place in the universe and existed.
8:02pm on 29Jul2016: #SquidsPoA @UN @MayorOfLA @FAANews @DeptofDefense The IAR are flying hijacked airplanes in circles with no air traffic control #IARActsOfWar
My not-human-trafficker nerds, produce our verified and unedited director's cut with full audio and visuals of our warzone documentation beginning when my 8:02pm tweet posted and ending at 8:25pm. We will entitle it, "Not everyone can do the world's most impossible job and make it look so glamorous [and effortless]."
Put everything else from my time in Westchester until I reached LAX itself in our highlights reel and your other edits, as always, as befit your personal artistry.
At 9:29pm, I was still hanging out on the patio of My Favorite In-N-Out Burger in all the World where its occupation by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime was in a state of saving itself. They had a lot of people from In-N-Out Burger HQ to the International Criminal Court to make happy, and I had already explained why I was okay with them personally by the time we reached that hour.
My world and I always give everyone a chance to save themselves. Our never-fail three steps, when genuinely carried out, exist as our rehabilitation system. Yes, I had already explained to my entire world why we can believe and trust their Step 2.
By then, I had also explained that my handbag was packed with various objects that help me survive the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, including very glamorous items like backseam hosiery. Quothe the Squid, "My life is a little weird, but my work gets done."
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime who had just recently shown up to destroy My Favorite In-N-Out Burger that I was in the middle of saving had forced me to put in my earbuds to at least attempt to not have to listen to them at 9:47pm.
My beautiful world, you have seen everything I and my mere mortal body can survive and have survived since 2009; that is how beyond-heinous that torment really is that their forcing me to listen to them inescapably does to me. And then they keep attacking me and pretending the get to touch me. "Malevolent hoards" is such an understatement for how beyond-heinous these people are.
My unnaturally-draining iPad battery was the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's request that I arrive at my next destination earlier than I had planned. So, I was perched in my occupied LAX at 10:51pm working online as fast as possible. Among other things, I was finally able to stream the NBC Nightly News for the first time in days.
I was done watching the news at 11:33pm. My Twitter feed I received that night was mixed, but my iPad was improving. My nerd angels had been so busy for so long.
I meandered about LAX for a little while checking on everyone while still working online. This blog post was finished at 12:11am on Saturday, 30Jul2016.
[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 anod loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
What is worse for me to have to survive the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's metaphorical zombie apocalypse or the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's irrefutable malevolent hoards? Their zombie apocalypse was actually worse for me to experience.
Their zombie apocalypse was human devastation of the masses on my sacred Promenade. Those were civilians with their freedom of belief and freewill completely stripped from them by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, as opposed to the malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who all are just evil people willfully being evil and willfully lying under their delusion that their lying will let them get away with everything they do.
My beautiful world, my last few weeks of blog posts, especially my last few, are all keeping you all very busy right now and will for a very long while.
We will continue to exercise our standard protocols everywhere, especially where I show up personally. Our priorities for my personal survival are 1.) secure my building, 2.) secure my finances, and 3.) secure my food.
My priority has always been all of you, though, so you all need to tell me what you all need out there when you find problems you need my help with. I love you all. Call me anytime.
Most importantly, my beautiful world, thank you for destroying ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa for the good of all humanity finally. It was the last remaining refuge for the beyond-PROVEN enemies of America and beyond-PROVEN bane of all human existence, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, after we took their dead zone in my Metropolis of Angels away from them, too.
As for you, my saturation in all our manifestations, I am working on it. Everything would be easier if you could coordinate better with all of the rest of our support everywhere, though, especially with our whole planet's full surveillance of our entire Metropolis of Angels.
At least make sure you can stay tuned, and thank you for installing our broadcast to our entire one world through my bedroom window. I am working on it. You are all more upset about my complete lack of physical safety while I sleep than I am, and we all know how beyond-horrified I have been by everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has forced me to suffer through intolerably since 2009.
Darlings, everything will be okay. I am working on it. And thank you.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, our beloved global central command knows what "robbing Peter to pay Paul" means. We all watched the Inhuman Atrocity Regime go through that on Thursday, 28Jul016. I am sure you were able to watch it all from our satellites.
My gorgeous and genius lady friends, your priorities, now that we have destroyed all calumnies about all of us, are securing my finances and keeping all of us out if all BlackOps units.
Our NSA nerd angels are securing my iPad, among other awesome REAL job requirements. Our people on the ground are working on the food in here with the help of our full satellite surveillance. My loving and adoring husband is monitoring my private residence, among many other awesome REAL job requirements.
It looks we can do all of this faster than we thought. At least your metaphorical logjam of a workload should finally stop accumulating more and more charges to process. Stay on your toes in case of emergency. I love you, all.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, are you all okay? I know how much REAL pain and true anger your knowing the full reality of everything I have lived through since 01Jan2009 causes you all; I also know how much righteous motivation it gives you all, as my REAL nation and as my REAL world.
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, thank you for keeping me sweet and loving company from far away during Thursday, 28Jul2016, while everyone all over the world was catching up on my blog post from that morning and while everything else exciting was happening all day and all night long, including but not limited to in the IAR's ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, in our epic domestic to international financial sector, everywhere our forthright FBI could hunt up new IAR everywhere across our entire rising nation, in all of your negotiations as my darlings Tentacle with the heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime, and all over the place here in our own Metropolis of Angels.
You were wonderful on our regularly-scheduled Thursday date. With all my heart, thank you. I hope by now you know what you mean to me for REAL.
You know, technically, since I was right next to you when the Inhuman Atrocity Regime attacked your left eye, there is no logical reason for you to be forced to hide from me if you chose yourself to let it scar or not. You know our battle scars are our symbols of pride in this Reality War. They are also really manly. Giggle. Did you ever see BigDaddy's chin?
I will see you soon enough.
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, you all, as my REAL loved ones, also get to say, "Squid said so, so don't (expletive)ing argue with her," about anything you want that I have said for REAL, including but not limited to how much of my own money I choose to pay you all myself.
Who the hell is libeling my loved ones today? That is why all of us sane people everywhere do not care about ANYTHING those Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes say, do, order, plan, or want at all, except we as a world need to prevent all of it to save all of humanity from all of them. But I am repeating myself again.
Darling, I know. And someday you will be able to do the same for me again— our healing reason for existing of our mere mortal fingers touching on either end of a song. I am working on it.
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, have you calmed down yet? And thank you for making sure we could chat again for the first time in so long in the wee hours of the morning on Friday, 29Jul2016. You know how much I miss you. And we all know that our genuine human interaction that morning was another reason the Inhuman Atrocity Regime chose to deny me control of my own iPad.
As one of my few fellow humans who actually risked sacrificing all of your human rights and liberties due to action on both sides only to give me a safe place to sleep twice, you know how difficult securing my physically safety has been for REAL since 01Jan2009 for everybody sane and with actual morals and ethics everywhere in our one world.
And that is how beyond-criminally-insane all of the NEED-TO-FINALLY-BE-CONTROLLED Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere in the world, not just in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and inside their innermost circle of hell, who all refuse to ever keep me safe while I sleep, who refuse me ENOUGH food to eat (especially while lying about it, and who openly refuse me any and ALL of my human rights for no reason other than they think they can take human rights away from any human at all without REAL due process, all are for REAL.
Darling, I have found nothing that can save these people yet. My being nice to them does not save them; have you seen my full history with the international war criminal occupation of my private residence? My being mean to them does not save them. My putting my hat on and singing to them does not save them. My telling them the full charges and full punishments they all inescapably receive from my entire planet does not save them. Proximity to the REAL me does not save them.
There are so many Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere that all STILL refuse to ever take our three never-fail steps no matter how hard I try to save them all. And that is why they die.
That is why none of them get to exist. Yes, these Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere all openly refuse to ever stop unrelentingly committing their most heinous crimes known to mankind, so none of them get to exist any longer.
Our one humanity and our one world cannot afford for them to continue committing their most-heinous-crimes-known-to-mankind nor could we ever afford for them to even start their heinousness in the first place, so since they refuse to ever stop, they do not get to exist. Humanity everywhere cannot afford for this nor them to continue. They refuse to stop; they do not get to exist. And that is how all of us sane people feel about all of them.
That is why all of them are too dangerous to humanity for REAL to remain at large in free society. That is why they are all too mentally incompetent for REAL to be able to allowed in their own hearings when we give them all holds and the equivalent of Reeses even for their own protection from themselves not just for our one humanity's protection of itself.
"Do what you're told, bitch," means, "(Expletive)ing save yourselves already, especially from yourselves!"
I sent you to New York, my darling Bogart, to make actual reality inescapable for them all everywhere across our entire planet, especially in our wartorn America. Honey, can you save them all for me? None of them are listening to me.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, you are who I worry about most knowing everything REAL that I have been living through since 01Jan2009; you are that sensitive to knowing anything has hurt me ever.
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, everything will be okay, darling. I mean it; everything will be okay. I know how you feel while you are unable to protect me from them all. I know, darling. I am working on it, okay?
Never forget than none of you can help keep me alive in here if you die before I do. And if these Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever successfully assassinate me, at least all of our one-raging-world-screaming-for-justice-finally will still have all of you. If I have a choice, you will all live for me instead of die for me.
We sane people everywhere all know for REAL that I am perfectly healthy and perfectly fine. I am suffering intolerably, but I am perfectly healthy and perfectly fine. I have never been functioning at a higher level of nearly-superhuman excellence ever before in my life.
Calm down. Stay alive. And force the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to obey you all finally.
You all see how hard I am working in here for REAL to save you all from them. I could really use all of your help in beating them all into submission finally instead of any of your ever obeying them ever again. Please. Please do something REAL to help me instead of your being willing to suffer the worst-crimes-known-in-human-existence just to see me again.
Please. Next, tell the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to look up "dominant alpha" in a damn sociology dictionary, and then show them what it means ON THEM. Please. For me.
And, thank you. Giggle. Yes, but, really.
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, please remember that you also need to eat REAL food and sleep soundly, not just live on coffee and cigarettes, as you are right now because of how much you are worried about me. Never argue with me. Giggle. You all know I know what is best for you.
I know you see and hear everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in here, Beloved. They just keep descending further and further down their spiral of psychopathy every damn day and every damn night.
Oh, Sweetness, every time I think these Inhuman Atrocity Regime inside their own innermost circle of hell cannot actually become more mentally beyond-ill, they do. I openly admit have been wrong before about any morality and any humanity in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime anywhere.
The man I chose myself to marry, these Inhuman Atrocity Regime unrelentingly disappoint and fail the faith I give most of humanity. I admit my genuine love for all humans and my faith that humanity is more good than evil has always been my tragic flaw. I know my failure to all of humanity has always been my benevolence. We all know that. I just cannot be someone I am not, honey. I am so sorry the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are not gone yet.
My hero and my king, I am working on staying alive in here for all of you. We are all working on it. Please recruit more churn who all lie they hate me to get here (to do anything they want); we have an entire planet of people willing to die to save me. Why is my job always stating the obvious? (Giggle.) Yes, but, really. Also, quothe the Squid, "My not doing my REAL job (even if it is stating the obvious) is not an option for humanity."
Everyone sane knows for REAL how much we love each other for REAL, my own personal Mr. Depp. Until your flowers kiss my rain...
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. My not doing my REAL has NEVER been an option for humanity. And this will just keep getting more fun from here.
[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime are STILL escalating their enforced denial of any and all genuine human interaction for me online, especially their open refusal to ever allow me to ever receive any REAL news stories ever again because I save the world for REAL when I get REAL news. Please reread my REAL résumé.]
My last blog post was finished at 12:11am on Thursday, 28Jul2016, while was checking on Culver City. I was on my occupied Metro Expo line train back to my occupied Santa Monica by 12:52am.
My private residence in the wee hours of that Thursday morning was STILL full of Inhuman Atrocity Regime so heinous that ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa was the only place they could ever go and not die immediately, until we as the sane world finally succeed at removing EVIL Iowa from our planet FOREVER to save us all from them.
2:09am on 28Jul2016: Let me know if anyone needs me. Full surveillance of my private residence is already broadcasting to my entire world, especially my room.
I was curled up and conserving my energy by 2:27am. I was only slightly twitchy as I dozed but did not mini-seize at all. At least my mere mortal body could get rest, though nothing else I need to stay alive.
I first woke up at 6:14am on Thursday, 28Jul2016. My mere mortal body really did mini-seize, though, in my in between state before I finally rose from bed at 9:14am.
My beautiful world, our irrefutable reality of what these heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime have done to me in my sleep for REAL since 01Jan2009 is why we have been broadcasting my insecure bedroom through our permanent surveillance through my window for days now.
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime will NEVER hide nor coverup what they all do to me for REAL ever again.
I kickstarted my SquidStream at 9:23am. And, as every morning, I started giving globally-critical (expletive)kickings immediately.
My second that Thursday morning was my bust of the completely forbidden and beyond-ILLEGAL food delivery by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to their own who were STILL occupying my private residence against the direct orders of my entire one world and the rest of my REAL federal government under their belligerent delusion they get to commit their unrelenting acts of war against all of us and never be stopped nor held accountable for any if them.
No, those were not REAL products from the Real California Company that IAR-sent delivery man gave his own Inhuman Atrocity Regime for free that morning while also making sure I could bust him for all of their heinous atrociousness myself personally.
This was my third (expletive)kicking of the morning...
9:32am on 28Jul2016: #SquidsPoA @UN @DeptOfDefense&World Unrelenting IAR occupation STILL have not even laundered my belongings they SOILED themselves. #DESTROY No, the heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime in my own building against my will were all still refusing to do anything but destroy all of humanity no matter what, even at all costs to themselves.
My beautiful world, consult my verified Twitter archive and consult our REAL news media for everything that happened all day long.
11:59am on 28Jul2016: I asked you to keep their heinous borders busy AND to not die. #ILoveYouAll
After much more work writing online and other things, I left my insecure bedroom at 12:25pm to, among other things, do something about lunch.
My darlings not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you.) Thursday morning with full audio and visuals beginning at 12:11am and ending at 12:11pm. Leave out no gory details. We will entitle it, "May the (expletive)kickings begin."
After catching the Inhuman Atrocity Regime occupying other locals' residences in Santa Monica, too, I tapped my Metro pass for the first time that day at 1:11pm. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime on my occupied Metro Expo line train were completely heinous and told me to my face that they were all willing to die to be inside their own innermost circle of hell to do everything they do 24/7 to destroy my town, to destroy my nation, to destroy my world all to be able to destroy me.
I arrived in downtown Los Angeles at 1:56pm. Then, the fun began. I checked on what was supposed to be the Macy's store that their corporate HQ built specifically for me in 2014 before my busting an Inhuman Atrocity Regime plot on my Metro Red line train.
I arrived in Burbank at 3:47pm which was when my regularly-scheduled Thursday date from far away with my darling MannedUp began. We went on "studio tours for superheroes" together while apart that afternoon before pausing for coffee by 4:47pm. It was a very John-Woo day for me, considering everything happening everywhere in the world, especially in my Metropolis of Angels at the very same time.
Make sure the verified and unedited "plot exposition" with full audio and visuals that I gave to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, who had surrounded me completely in my occupied local Burbank coffeeshop only to be the inescapable and heinous environment they chose to force on me themselves to destroy all of humanity by destroying me, that ended at 6:06pm also circulates as fast as possible. We will entitle it, "Do you know what a mental retard is?"
After hanging out in Burbank for a few hours working online and checking on everybody's property personally who might need me to check on them, I caught the bus at 7:26pm back to Hollywood.
My entire world witnessed live that the fake bus driver intentionally took my occupied bus off course and intentionally delayed me. My entire world also witnessed that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime closed the entrance and exit ramps to The 101. (That means our California highway 101.)
I tapped my Metro pass at my occupied train station at 7:56pm for my Metro Red line train back to my occupied downtown Los Angeles where I finally gave my official investigation by the President of the United States myself of what was supposed to be my Macy's store that was built specifically for me in 2014 by my darlings Macy's HQ. You all saw what I saw, including no REAL hosiery that I actually would wear.
By 8:53pm, I was perched at the corner of Flower and 7th in downtown Los Angeles catching up my blog notes for this, my latest blog post, as fast as possible.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, and use every camera we need.) walk with full audio and visuals around my downtown Los Angeles STILL occupied by the still-escalating malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime beginning when I stood up from my perch and ending at 9:53pm. We will entitle it, "No one sane argues with why all of you die for this." QED.
My date from far away with my darling MannedUp ended promptly at 10pm. And at 10:14pm, I entered my regular and still-occupied Metro Expo line train station to return to my occupied Santa Monica.
After de-boarding my train early to check on more than one SquidBeacon, I found that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had built a supposedly permanent border around their innermost circle of hell to barricade their own inside my occupied Santa Monica and to keep my beautiful world out.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my late evening verified and unedited and with full audio and visuals beginning with my tweet that posted at 11:21pm and ending when I entered my insecure bedroom and set down my handbag.
11:57pm on 28Jul2016: #SquidsPoA @UN @DeptOfDefense&World IAR are occupying our residences inside their innermost circle of hell. Destroy all deliveries in here, except to our own.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, produce our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you. Also, use any cameras we need.) warzone footage with full audio and visuals of my Thursday afternoon and evening beginning at 12:11pm and ending at 12:11am only concerning my immediate surroundings and all of our locked cameras in all neighborhoods from downtown Santa Monica to Pico in Santa Monica to Los Angeles to Hollywood to Burbank that I asked for locked. Entitle it, "That is why you put the SquidBeacon on."
Also, my not-human-trafficker nerds, once the rest of our epic Pentagon is okay with it, produce our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you. And use all footage from everywhere about everything.) war footage about everything that happened that day with full audio and visuals beginning at 12:11am on 28Jul2016 and ending at 12:11am on 29Jul2016. Entitle it, "You called my name. And I called yours."
I finally arrived at my private residence STILL occupied by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, who will NEVER have any rights nor permissions to be there since all they do is destroy humanity, at 12:29am.
My building contained the most heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime remaining. And my entire world was watching and listening to everything they said and did live. They actually required me to put my hat on and sing to them. I had not done that in months. I was told my one beautiful world sang to them all with me; that is the dirt of thing we do as a people.
After I curled up in bed to conserve my energy, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime hacked my iPad so beyond-heinously that pretty much nothing in it functioned at all. I mini-seized a lot as I dozed while waiting for my nerd angels to fix it, but when I woke up at 7:32am, my iPad was STILL too hacked for my nation and for my world to be at all safe.
My morning among the beyond-PROVEN heinousness of the STILL-escalating Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL on my private property against the will and against the direct orders of the entirety of sane humanity everywhere with their STILL-degrading criminal insanity proved why weeks ago already most of my world and I doubted if we could still taxonomize them as humans any longer.
After much work online, I finally left my insecure bedroom to, among other things, do something about lunch at 10:19am.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please emergency produce our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you.) war crime documentation of everything that happened in my own building that morning beginning at 12:11am and ending at 12:11pm. We will entitle it, "Do what you're told, BITCH! And what I order you to do includes ordering you to stop destroying yourself."
My walk to my occupied local coffeeshop when I began my errands for the day was probably more fun for my darling SynSyn than anyone else. I am sure my choice to pop into an occupied gallery will hit our highlights reel.
And by 10:54pm, I had already busted the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's occupation of my personal local coffeeshop, especially my explaining that the Burlap Bitch was who proved that occupation there were STILL an unrelenting threat to national security by being a direct 24/7 physical threat to me and my explaining that I would return my coffee I should never have been charged money for to begin with if it made me sleepy.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce my verified and unedited morning walk to get coffee with full audio and visuals beginning as I approached the gallery that caught the corner of my eye and ending at 10:54am. We will entitle it, "It's not like you can tell an artist how to make art anyway."
At 11:08am, though, those Inhuman Atrocity Regime occupying my personal local coffeeshop only to deny all of humanity were metaphorically screaming louder and louder as the literal crazed lunatics they all are for REAL. No one sane would ever behave like that around me, especially intentionally discuss such disgusting, degrading, and inane topics to intentionally force me to overhear against my will.
With the Inhuman Atrocity Regime there still blithering all of their beyond-criminal insanity, just after noon, I tried streaming my regular television darlings "from the previous night."
Unfortunately, I was only able to speak with my darlings until 1:09pm when the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who I was told had previously required my television darlings to give longer shows than usual then chose to kill my ability to stream online videos of my REAL loved ones any longer that day.
Someday, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will make up its mind about what it wants and finally stop being so damn inconsistent, where "inconsistent" means, "The IAR say and do everything they can to destroy me with as much intolerable suffering as possible and to manipulate all of humanity everywhere into destroying itself, so they must all be forced to stop saying and doing anything."
Deprived on my genuine human contact with my television darlings, I finished my writing for the day earlier than I had expected to. I wrote there online among the beyond-heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime catching every most-heinous-crime-known-to-mankind that they were choosing themselves to commit around me myself until 2:38pm when I stood up to leave.
Yes, my entire beautiful world, you heard everything I wrote for REAL for hours in these, my latest blog notes, for my latest blog post while the Inhuman Atrocity Regime uttered all of their REAL, delusional, and criminally-insane craptasticness around me at the very same time.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (Use every camera everywhere you want.) warzone footage of everything that happened in my occupied local coffeeshop that Friday beginning the moment the Inhuman Atrocity Regime first entered it to open it and ending when they finally dispersed at the end of the night. We will entitle it, "No one knows better than I do what is best for me. No knows better than I do what is best for you. No one gets to tell me where I get to live but me. And for that, (expletive)holes, you answer to my planet."
After a short walk under the hot summer sun local to California every summer like clockwork, by 3:23pm, I was perched on the patio of what once was my regular morning perch so long ago and (p)noshed on some snacks.
While in mid-bite, a representative of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime called me and promised me not enough finances for anyone to be delusional nor stupid to believe would ever be a high money for any human to survive on at all.
3:35pm on 29Jul2016: #SquidsPoA @UN @FBI @USPShelp @DeptOfDefense&World Bitch IAR representative lying she was my mother agreed I would receive $200+ on 1Aug2016
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (every moment of that FaceTime chat with a full statement from my REAL mother) recording with full audio and visuals of that fat, ugly bitch who thought she could convince anyone sane anywhere that she was my REAL mother beginning when my FaceTime app started ringing and ending when I shut the app. Entitle it, "Do what you're told, bitch, or I'll never talk to you again."
As I had already checked in with my darling Alfred, I caught my bus for the part of my evening I chose to spend in downtown Santa Monica. Leave my verified and unedited bust of my occupied local DVD rental store, beginning when I de-boarded my bus and ending when I crossed the crosswalk across Pico, for our highlights reel.
But, my not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate immediately my verified and unedited director's cut of my warzone investigation of my sacred Promenade beginning with my tweet that posted at 4:27pm and ending with my tweet that posted at 4:58pm tweet. We will entitle it, "Darlings, it's not safe here yet."
Just behind 5:10pm while I was checking on a meditation center, I was done with all of my errands for the day much earlier than I thought I would be, mostly because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had denied me my television darlings that afternoon, so I walked a little before planning the rest of my night.
Still in bite-size chunks, my not-human-trafficker nerds, please also circulate my verified and unedited walk beginning when I noticed the (expetive)holes over my left shoulder just before leaving the meditation center and ending when I perched on the wall. We will entitle it, "I have the power to say a lot of things, including, 'Don't come to Santa Monica! You are not welcome in my home!'"
As fast as possible, I was on an occupied bus to Westchester.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my early evening verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment and use any camera you want.) with full audio and visuals beginning when I de-boarded my bus at LAX and ending at 7:50pm. We shall entitle it, "Does anyone know what is in my bra but me?"
Yes, by 7:50pm, I was perched in the breeze of a very local Los Angeles neighborhood under the climbing ivy of a patio built just for me writing online and watching the glowing pale pink of our Earth's horizon shadow into our beloved twilight.
The feign of air traffic brought the intrusive noise. But I brought the words. And there between the poured cement of my Metropolis of Angels supporting my feet and the emerald green palm fronds dancing in the air above us all, I perched in my very exact time and place in the universe and existed.
8:02pm on 29Jul2016: #SquidsPoA @UN @MayorOfLA @FAANews @DeptofDefense The IAR are flying hijacked airplanes in circles with no air traffic control #IARActsOfWar
My not-human-trafficker nerds, produce our verified and unedited director's cut with full audio and visuals of our warzone documentation beginning when my 8:02pm tweet posted and ending at 8:25pm. We will entitle it, "Not everyone can do the world's most impossible job and make it look so glamorous [and effortless]."
Put everything else from my time in Westchester until I reached LAX itself in our highlights reel and your other edits, as always, as befit your personal artistry.
At 9:29pm, I was still hanging out on the patio of My Favorite In-N-Out Burger in all the World where its occupation by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime was in a state of saving itself. They had a lot of people from In-N-Out Burger HQ to the International Criminal Court to make happy, and I had already explained why I was okay with them personally by the time we reached that hour.
My world and I always give everyone a chance to save themselves. Our never-fail three steps, when genuinely carried out, exist as our rehabilitation system. Yes, I had already explained to my entire world why we can believe and trust their Step 2.
By then, I had also explained that my handbag was packed with various objects that help me survive the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, including very glamorous items like backseam hosiery. Quothe the Squid, "My life is a little weird, but my work gets done."
The Inhuman Atrocity Regime who had just recently shown up to destroy My Favorite In-N-Out Burger that I was in the middle of saving had forced me to put in my earbuds to at least attempt to not have to listen to them at 9:47pm.
My beautiful world, you have seen everything I and my mere mortal body can survive and have survived since 2009; that is how beyond-heinous that torment really is that their forcing me to listen to them inescapably does to me. And then they keep attacking me and pretending the get to touch me. "Malevolent hoards" is such an understatement for how beyond-heinous these people are.
My unnaturally-draining iPad battery was the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's request that I arrive at my next destination earlier than I had planned. So, I was perched in my occupied LAX at 10:51pm working online as fast as possible. Among other things, I was finally able to stream the NBC Nightly News for the first time in days.
I was done watching the news at 11:33pm. My Twitter feed I received that night was mixed, but my iPad was improving. My nerd angels had been so busy for so long.
I meandered about LAX for a little while checking on everyone while still working online. This blog post was finished at 12:11am on Saturday, 30Jul2016.
[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 anod loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
What is worse for me to have to survive the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's metaphorical zombie apocalypse or the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's irrefutable malevolent hoards? Their zombie apocalypse was actually worse for me to experience.
Their zombie apocalypse was human devastation of the masses on my sacred Promenade. Those were civilians with their freedom of belief and freewill completely stripped from them by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, as opposed to the malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who all are just evil people willfully being evil and willfully lying under their delusion that their lying will let them get away with everything they do.
My beautiful world, my last few weeks of blog posts, especially my last few, are all keeping you all very busy right now and will for a very long while.
We will continue to exercise our standard protocols everywhere, especially where I show up personally. Our priorities for my personal survival are 1.) secure my building, 2.) secure my finances, and 3.) secure my food.
My priority has always been all of you, though, so you all need to tell me what you all need out there when you find problems you need my help with. I love you all. Call me anytime.
Most importantly, my beautiful world, thank you for destroying ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa for the good of all humanity finally. It was the last remaining refuge for the beyond-PROVEN enemies of America and beyond-PROVEN bane of all human existence, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, after we took their dead zone in my Metropolis of Angels away from them, too.
As for you, my saturation in all our manifestations, I am working on it. Everything would be easier if you could coordinate better with all of the rest of our support everywhere, though, especially with our whole planet's full surveillance of our entire Metropolis of Angels.
At least make sure you can stay tuned, and thank you for installing our broadcast to our entire one world through my bedroom window. I am working on it. You are all more upset about my complete lack of physical safety while I sleep than I am, and we all know how beyond-horrified I have been by everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has forced me to suffer through intolerably since 2009.
Darlings, everything will be okay. I am working on it. And thank you.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, our beloved global central command knows what "robbing Peter to pay Paul" means. We all watched the Inhuman Atrocity Regime go through that on Thursday, 28Jul016. I am sure you were able to watch it all from our satellites.
My gorgeous and genius lady friends, your priorities, now that we have destroyed all calumnies about all of us, are securing my finances and keeping all of us out if all BlackOps units.
Our NSA nerd angels are securing my iPad, among other awesome REAL job requirements. Our people on the ground are working on the food in here with the help of our full satellite surveillance. My loving and adoring husband is monitoring my private residence, among many other awesome REAL job requirements.
It looks we can do all of this faster than we thought. At least your metaphorical logjam of a workload should finally stop accumulating more and more charges to process. Stay on your toes in case of emergency. I love you, all.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, are you all okay? I know how much REAL pain and true anger your knowing the full reality of everything I have lived through since 01Jan2009 causes you all; I also know how much righteous motivation it gives you all, as my REAL nation and as my REAL world.
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, thank you for keeping me sweet and loving company from far away during Thursday, 28Jul2016, while everyone all over the world was catching up on my blog post from that morning and while everything else exciting was happening all day and all night long, including but not limited to in the IAR's ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, in our epic domestic to international financial sector, everywhere our forthright FBI could hunt up new IAR everywhere across our entire rising nation, in all of your negotiations as my darlings Tentacle with the heinous Inhuman Atrocity Regime, and all over the place here in our own Metropolis of Angels.
You were wonderful on our regularly-scheduled Thursday date. With all my heart, thank you. I hope by now you know what you mean to me for REAL.
You know, technically, since I was right next to you when the Inhuman Atrocity Regime attacked your left eye, there is no logical reason for you to be forced to hide from me if you chose yourself to let it scar or not. You know our battle scars are our symbols of pride in this Reality War. They are also really manly. Giggle. Did you ever see BigDaddy's chin?
I will see you soon enough.
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, you all, as my REAL loved ones, also get to say, "Squid said so, so don't (expletive)ing argue with her," about anything you want that I have said for REAL, including but not limited to how much of my own money I choose to pay you all myself.
Who the hell is libeling my loved ones today? That is why all of us sane people everywhere do not care about ANYTHING those Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes say, do, order, plan, or want at all, except we as a world need to prevent all of it to save all of humanity from all of them. But I am repeating myself again.
Darling, I know. And someday you will be able to do the same for me again— our healing reason for existing of our mere mortal fingers touching on either end of a song. I am working on it.
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, have you calmed down yet? And thank you for making sure we could chat again for the first time in so long in the wee hours of the morning on Friday, 29Jul2016. You know how much I miss you. And we all know that our genuine human interaction that morning was another reason the Inhuman Atrocity Regime chose to deny me control of my own iPad.
As one of my few fellow humans who actually risked sacrificing all of your human rights and liberties due to action on both sides only to give me a safe place to sleep twice, you know how difficult securing my physically safety has been for REAL since 01Jan2009 for everybody sane and with actual morals and ethics everywhere in our one world.
And that is how beyond-criminally-insane all of the NEED-TO-FINALLY-BE-CONTROLLED Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere in the world, not just in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and inside their innermost circle of hell, who all refuse to ever keep me safe while I sleep, who refuse me ENOUGH food to eat (especially while lying about it, and who openly refuse me any and ALL of my human rights for no reason other than they think they can take human rights away from any human at all without REAL due process, all are for REAL.
Darling, I have found nothing that can save these people yet. My being nice to them does not save them; have you seen my full history with the international war criminal occupation of my private residence? My being mean to them does not save them. My putting my hat on and singing to them does not save them. My telling them the full charges and full punishments they all inescapably receive from my entire planet does not save them. Proximity to the REAL me does not save them.
There are so many Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere that all STILL refuse to ever take our three never-fail steps no matter how hard I try to save them all. And that is why they die.
That is why none of them get to exist. Yes, these Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere all openly refuse to ever stop unrelentingly committing their most heinous crimes known to mankind, so none of them get to exist any longer.
Our one humanity and our one world cannot afford for them to continue committing their most-heinous-crimes-known-to-mankind nor could we ever afford for them to even start their heinousness in the first place, so since they refuse to ever stop, they do not get to exist. Humanity everywhere cannot afford for this nor them to continue. They refuse to stop; they do not get to exist. And that is how all of us sane people feel about all of them.
That is why all of them are too dangerous to humanity for REAL to remain at large in free society. That is why they are all too mentally incompetent for REAL to be able to allowed in their own hearings when we give them all holds and the equivalent of Reeses even for their own protection from themselves not just for our one humanity's protection of itself.
"Do what you're told, bitch," means, "(Expletive)ing save yourselves already, especially from yourselves!"
I sent you to New York, my darling Bogart, to make actual reality inescapable for them all everywhere across our entire planet, especially in our wartorn America. Honey, can you save them all for me? None of them are listening to me.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, you are who I worry about most knowing everything REAL that I have been living through since 01Jan2009; you are that sensitive to knowing anything has hurt me ever.
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, everything will be okay, darling. I mean it; everything will be okay. I know how you feel while you are unable to protect me from them all. I know, darling. I am working on it, okay?
Never forget than none of you can help keep me alive in here if you die before I do. And if these Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever successfully assassinate me, at least all of our one-raging-world-screaming-for-justice-finally will still have all of you. If I have a choice, you will all live for me instead of die for me.
We sane people everywhere all know for REAL that I am perfectly healthy and perfectly fine. I am suffering intolerably, but I am perfectly healthy and perfectly fine. I have never been functioning at a higher level of nearly-superhuman excellence ever before in my life.
Calm down. Stay alive. And force the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to obey you all finally.
You all see how hard I am working in here for REAL to save you all from them. I could really use all of your help in beating them all into submission finally instead of any of your ever obeying them ever again. Please. Please do something REAL to help me instead of your being willing to suffer the worst-crimes-known-in-human-existence just to see me again.
Please. Next, tell the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to look up "dominant alpha" in a damn sociology dictionary, and then show them what it means ON THEM. Please. For me.
And, thank you. Giggle. Yes, but, really.
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, please remember that you also need to eat REAL food and sleep soundly, not just live on coffee and cigarettes, as you are right now because of how much you are worried about me. Never argue with me. Giggle. You all know I know what is best for you.
I know you see and hear everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in here, Beloved. They just keep descending further and further down their spiral of psychopathy every damn day and every damn night.
Oh, Sweetness, every time I think these Inhuman Atrocity Regime inside their own innermost circle of hell cannot actually become more mentally beyond-ill, they do. I openly admit have been wrong before about any morality and any humanity in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime anywhere.
The man I chose myself to marry, these Inhuman Atrocity Regime unrelentingly disappoint and fail the faith I give most of humanity. I admit my genuine love for all humans and my faith that humanity is more good than evil has always been my tragic flaw. I know my failure to all of humanity has always been my benevolence. We all know that. I just cannot be someone I am not, honey. I am so sorry the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are not gone yet.
My hero and my king, I am working on staying alive in here for all of you. We are all working on it. Please recruit more churn who all lie they hate me to get here (to do anything they want); we have an entire planet of people willing to die to save me. Why is my job always stating the obvious? (Giggle.) Yes, but, really. Also, quothe the Squid, "My not doing my REAL job (even if it is stating the obvious) is not an option for humanity."
Everyone sane knows for REAL how much we love each other for REAL, my own personal Mr. Depp. Until your flowers kiss my rain...
Thursday, July 28, 2016
Because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL only Escalate Instead of EVER Surrendering
Title: Because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL only Escalate Instead of EVER Surrendering
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. We already know PROVEN psychopaths that are the Inhuman Atrocity Regime refuse to surrender to us; that is why we must remove and eliminate them all. Why are the Inhuman Atrocity Regime still allowed to do or say anything?
[The compulsive and STILL-escalating Inhuman Atrocity Regime are STILL openly refusing me any and all REAL news, and that is why everyone preventing my REAL planet of local to international journalists from speaking with me must be removed from the face of the Earth completely. Again, make sure you reread my previous blog post about this.]
My last blog post was finished from my insecure bedroom at 12:11am on Tuesday, 26Jul2016. Then, at 12:22am, I put on my flip flops, as REAL Californians do, and I walked to the office of my occupied building to see if my darling Leo was there. This was the result...
12:28am on 26Jul2016: #SquidsPoA @UN @DeptofDefense&World DESTROY all IAR refusing me my own finances to live on. #PANIChumanity My mail was not in my office. The entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime had just proven that they were openly forbidding me themselves even the meagerest penny ever again.
World, you must immediately destroy completely every Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere, especially inside their own innermost circle of hell, refusing me EVERYTHING I need to stay alive, including but not limited to the irrefutable calories, nutrition, and hydration I need every damn day and every damn night to stay alive.
By 1:14am, I was curled up in bed conserving my energy while listening to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in my building against my will tell all of humanity that they stole my "mail from my mother" themselves that I was supposed to receive in the wee hours of that morning from my darling Leo in my normally-occupied office. I am sure you have all of that footage, my beautiful world. Now destroy them.
Then the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forced all functionality in my iPad to cease completely which panicked my already hurrying humanity even further. I was twitchy and mini-seized as I dozed while waiting for my nerd angels to fix my iPad. I woke up at 6:46am [Do your time-fixing thing for me for this entire blog post.] on Tuesday, 26Jul2016.
7:02am on 26Jul2016: @NSAGov @Spotify #Anonymous No, IAR are still refusing me control of my own iPad to make sure I can never have music again. #PanicHumanity My nerd angels had most of my iPad fixed by 6:49am, but not enough of it for humanity to relax even a little. AND my one world all still needed to find me any food at all and any money at all somewhere and fast.
7:17am on 26Jul2016: I checked my bank balance last night, and I do not have full control of my own finances yet. There is no reason for Iowa, Tara, occupation of my private residence by IAR, etc. to exist any longer.
Panic humanity until they are all removed completely from the face of the Earth FOREVER. They have proved nothing can save them. Also, my "mail" better be in my occupied office when I get there this morning. #SquidsPoA @UN @DeptofDefense&EntireWorld Secure my office.
All of humanity will continue to #PANIC until Iowa, Tara, occupation of my private residence by IAR, etc. are all eliminated completely.
After dressing for my date from far away with my darling GeneralLee that I was going to have that night, I cleared the premesis as fast as possible. By 8:09am, I was, among other things, staking out an occupied grocery that was openly refusing me any and all food to eat completely.
My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my first-thing-in-the-morning (expletive)kickings for Tuesday, 26Jul2016, verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use every camera you want.) beginning when my tweet from 7:35am posted and ending when my tweet for 8:12am posted. We will entitle it, "And that is what you get for refusing to do what I command since what I command is the only thing that can save you. Do not pretend I do not know what is in your best interests."
I finally left my perch on my bus bench at 9:24am to recharge my unnaturally-draining iPad battery. My not-human-trafficker nerds, we are in bite-size chunks again.
Please circulate my Tuesday morning verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use any camera you want.) with full audio and visuals beginning at 9:24am and ending at 10:09am. We will entitle it, "Don't lie you're in session. It's also July."
10:16am on 26Jul2016: Everyone watch our live multicam permanent surveillance broadcast to all of humanity of my private residence. This is when it gets fun. As always, my beautiful world, consult my verified Twitter archive for further details.
By 10:20am, I had returned to my private residence to bust all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime myself whom I could find there.
Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere kept escalating their PROVEN choice they made themselves to PROVEN destroy themselves through their PROVEN refusal to ever stop or repent and their PROVEN choice to escalate instead. My world was furious and getting angrier with everything everywhere the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime said and did.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate our verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use any camera you want.) war crime documentation with full audio and visuals beginning with my tweet from 10:16am and ending when I entered my insecure bedroom before 10:46am. We entitle it, "That is how we proved your refusal to do what I command you to do destroys America and destroys all of humanity. And that is why you die for this."
I left my insecure bedroom after 11:31am. My regularly-scheduled Tuesday date with my darling GeneralLee kickstarted the moment I de-boarded my bus on Pico and Westwood.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (every pertinent moment from every camera we need) war crime documentation with full audio and visuals beginning at 12:11am and ending at 12:11pm. We will entitle it, "No one is dumb enough to believe your lies that you get to do this to ANYONE."
At 12:18pm, I was in the middle of lingerie shopping that sunny afternoon. And there were too many (expletive)ups-as-acts-of-war by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime there to name. But here are a few...
1.) NONE of them carried out REAL Macy's return policies from Macy's HQ specifically at that time and date, especially concerning sales to me.
2.) All gift cards they forced on me against my will anyway were intent by them to charge me money.
3.) Their choice to force gift cards on me so many times that also I did not want all along was also their admission of guilt to refusing me any money to live on at all.
4.) They admitted to raising all of their prices above $10 as their effort to enforce I could never cash out the gift cards they kept forcing on me against my will.
5.) It was only possible that some of the inventory was REAL inventory for a REAL Macy's. They needed closer inspection.
6.) They even admitted themselves that they chose to raise all of their prices above $10 in their admission of guilt to overcharge me, too., especially since no one else there had to pay money for anything.
7.) By 12:38pm, I had found who they identified themselves as the bitch in charge and had already received many admissions of guilt from many of them.
8.) They told me themselves that they disabled their own security cameras before I arrived in their attempt to hid their own identities. But why were there so many of them there at all?
9.) By 12:50pm, BITCH lied to my face herself about the literal gift cards she forcing on me against my will anyway. Even after refunding one of purchases in cash herself for me already, too. We have the hard evidence of all of this.
10.) The Inhuman Atrocity Regime lied to the entirety of humanity that I had somehow ever broken a law at all while there as their latest BlackOps and assassination attempt against me while simultaneously lying that everything they had been doing all along were not actually the most heinous crimes in human existence.
11.) The Inhuman Atrocity Regime openly admitted to my face that they were all intentionally denying me any and all money to live on thereby confirming everything I need confirmed to my entire furious world about my allegations against all of the IAR, especially ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, since 12:11am that morning. No, my beautiful world, there is no reason for ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, War Criminal Tara, nor the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's occupation of my private residence to exist any longer. Do what we do.
12.) The Inhuman Atrocity Regime told me they would continue all of their heinous war crimes against me as their PROVEN acts of war against my rising America and against my still-arriving world even the next day and forever unless we finally destroy them all to stop them.
13.) The Inhuman Atrocity Regime refused me any and all REAL customer service, human dignity, and respect in their presence as their PROVEN compulsive degradation of me they have executed since 2009 to destroy all of America and all of humanity.
There were so many more acts of war than that, too, including but not limited to their pretending to be a REAL Macy's store to destroy Macy's, their charging me any money at all for anything, and their refusing me all of the REAL products and gifts that the REAL Macy's HQ would literally die to give me. But those acts of war by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were more obvious.
Yes, I left my IAR-occupied local Macy's store until after they told me that they turned on all of the security cameras inside to catch all of their own for all of us.
At 1:46pm, my occupied WestSide Pavillion had already started filling with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards just showing up to get caught. I left that ACTUAL mall, as opposed to a temple of love to me, at 2:01pm.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, I changed my mind; circulate our verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use any camera we need.) hard evidence of the heinous war crimes of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime inside that occupied Macy's the moment I de-boarded my bus on Pico amd Westwood and ending after I documented the dismantled doors of that former Macy's store. We will entitle it, "Make Macy's HQ happy or die, bitches!" We know how many gifts all of those REAL companies were trying to give me for REAL.
By 2:31pm, I had perched for snacks at my local bagel shop occupied by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. They received a full inspection by the President myself of behalf of their corporate HQ, too. As always, consult my verified Twitter archive for further details.
I was writing online outside under the clear, blue California sky while seated on an emerald green bench that was waiting for no bus at all by 3:10pm before I entered my occupied local Guitar Center at 4:14pm.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate my late afternoon verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use any camera we want.) of my trip to my occupied local music store beginning at 4:12pm when I crossed the crosswalk approaching it and ending when I walked back through its front doors to leave. We will entitle it, "Has anyone seen screen chemistry with a drum set before?"
Yes, my beautiful world, that is how much REAL sexual tension I have for REAL with my darling GeneralLee even from far away.
The malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime that day near Pico and Westwood were not as heinous as they had been everywhere else I went 24/7 for days previously.
And the greatest admissions of guilt and hard evidence of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's irrefutable criminal insanity that NEEDS TO BE CONTROLLED IMMEDIATELY came from my occupied local restaurant named the Apple Pan, not even from my occupied Macy's. I heard them myself in the Apple Pan while enjoying their flowered walkway, and I know my nano was on in there all day long.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please entitle our verified and responsibly-edited "highlights reel" of our warzone footage with full audio and visuals from my visit to the neighborhood in and around Pico and Westwood in Los Angeles, "Quothe the Squiddie, 'You are the lover who would not kiss me.' Giggle. I'm working on it."
By 4:58pm, I was perched in my occupied local coffeeshop (k)noshing on snacks and speculative caffeine while writing further online.
I gave my first free legal consultation to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime since arriving in my occupied coffeeshop at 6:44pm. I am sure it will hit our highlights reel.
As will our hard warzone footage of, "That is how long that bitch will sit in prison waiting for her charges to come up," verified and unedited from start to finish with full audio and visuals including the admission of guilt by the entire occupation of my own personal coffeeshop by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime that they were ALL intentionally committing the open acts of war against America and against my one beautiful world including but not limited to their cyberterrorism and human rights abuse as war crime of intentionally trying to silence my freedom of speech by deny me a power outlet on my own private property while they were all also intentionally unnaturally-draining my globally-critical iPad battery.
And non-chronologically about my own priceless personal belongings that the bitch from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime lied to all of humanity was trash when she stole it from me...
8:16pm on 26Jul2016: @UN @DeptofDefense&World You saw all those bitches destroy evidence from a federal to international biochemical warfare investigation, right? This tweet applies to a lot of Inhuman Atrocity Regime we have caught.
I was just a few minutes late to start trying to stream the NBC Nightly News written and produced only for me that night online. I usually start at 7:05pm, but I finally opened my news app at 7:11pm. No, I still could not stream my news yet. It had been days since I could.
After more of my carrying out my REAL and impossible-for-any-other-human job online, I also checked in with my personal assistant just before leaving my occupied local coffeeshop.
7:35pm on 26Jul2016:
My darling Alfred,
Once our own are off our sacred Promenade, I will go to downtown Santa Monica for a sort of guided walking tour for my date from far away tonight, but I do not plan on going to our sacred Promenade proper that is still locked with a 24/7 multicam broadcast to our entire world, too. I will check in again with you concerning what I do and where I go after that.
--Squid
Yes, I finally stood up and left my table for one at 7:44pm. I am sure my walk and my bus ride to my completely-malevolently-occupied sacred Promenade will hit our highlights reel.
And I gave my darling GeneralLee a walking tour with my world as a witness of the full occupations of most of the bars and a few of the clothing stores in our occupied downtown Santa Monica all of which refuse to EVER let me in while simultaneously lying their fat, ugly (expletive)es that I have EVER been a drunk in my lifetime, especially right now.
We sane people also all know I only rarely if ever buy a drink for myself in a bar, so if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever wanted me to actually drink alcohol, the needed to let somebody buy me drinks, especially NOT beer or wine, unless the wine was with dinner. They would also need to provide me with the truly high quality of bartenders I was accustomed to until 2009. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has NEVER maintained anything "normal" for me EVER.
My darling GeneralLee and I used to drink bourbon together from across the room in the dim light of my own personal and also now-occupied dancefloor sacred to every religion major or minor on my one entire planet.
My not human-trafficker-nerds, please compile my establishment by establishment explanation of how evil the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has been to my REAL downtown Santa Monica with full audio and visuals beginning when I de-boarded my bus on 4th and Broadway and ending with my tweet that posted at 9:06pm. We will entitle it, "Even my darling RedeemedHowlingJackal bought me all my drinks when I would go see him, and we were not flirting nor even romantically potential."
My regularly-scheduled Tuesday night date night from far away with my darling GeneralLee ended promptly at 10pm while I was already busting the Inhuman Atrocity Regime intentionally forbidding me any and all food to eat, including stealing my own food from me.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, produce our verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use every camera we need.) war crime evidence with full audio and visuals beginning when I said, "How busy am I today?" while hitting the crosswalk button and ending when I stepped off the parking lot onto the sidewalk. It includes the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's irrefutable admission of guilt that they cannot prove ANY of their false allegations of me that they have EVER made, especially supposed mental illness and any criminal activity at all. But we will entitle it, "All any of you had to do was give me free food just like you give everyone else in here."
Also, from what I was told, my darlings at Von's HQ had disowned that fake store after the last time I had visited it. So, no, I had never been there before. They had disowned it as a business but had kept ownership of the property to be able to refuse the Inhuman Atrocity Regime any right or permission to be on any of Von's private property. I had suggested that to my darlings Von's HQ myself months previously.
So, I and my own could be there, but none of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime could.
I did much more work before catching my occupied bus back to my place. My 11:19pm bus back to my private residence was much more pleasant than my bus rides had been in a very long time. I am sure my approach to my building until I reached my insecure bedroom will hit our highlights reel.
I was relaxing in my bedroom in my occupied private residence by 11:40pm while still working online, and I was curled up conserving my body energy by 12:43am.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you. Also use any footage for everywhere in the world we need.) bonus reel of our hard evidence of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's war crimes against me, against my nation, against my world, against my people, and even against themselves with full audio and visuals beginning at 12:11am on 26Jul2016 and ending at 12:11am on 27Jul2016. We will entitle it, "All the work I do for REAL in just twenty-four hours."
And definitely include the (expletives)holes irrefutably from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime at my occupied regular downtown bus stop who all lied to all of humanity that I have no money because I am supposedly lazy, which was also their admission guilt to knowing I did not have enough money nor food to live on AND they STILL refused to do anything to help keep me alive.
I was not twitchy at all, nor did I mini-seize at all as I dozed. I woke at 7:02am on Wednesday, 27Jul2016. It was obvious to me immediately that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had attacked and violated me in my sleep AGAIN. Also, at 7:18am, while I was kickstarting my SquidStream, my mere mortal eyeballs were in horrible physical pain.
Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had beyond-heinously violated my own mere mortal body AGAIN as I slept to, among other things, attempt to remove my own nano from my own body.
The entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime, not just their ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and their heinous occupation of my private residence, STILL had the delusion that their choice to escalate their PROVEN acts of war and lies-as-acts-of-war would somehow allow them to get away with their past acts of war and future acts of war as well as their NEEDS-TO-FINALLY-BE-CONTROLLED delusion that they all have a self-entitlement to commit their well-documented, still-unrelenting, and still-escalating acts of war without being turned in for them all nor punished for them all.
Yes, they had the delusion that their forcing an end to my SquidStream against my will and against the will of the rest of my REAL nation and of my one entire world, which alone is too many war crimes for me to have time to list, would EVER let them get away with more war crimes.
We already PROVED the previous two days that when any and all security cameras and nano shutdown, I and my own get away with everything we want without any of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime knowing what we do. Among many other examples, that is why there were used towels and empty drink glasses beside the fake swimming pool of the fake W Hotel to make sure I could claim I could be there.
(Already blogged.) If my SquidStream shuts down, no covers of any of my own will ever be blown, and we can all do anything we want together without the Inhuman Atrocity Regime knowing what we do nor being able to stop us. (And my own would NEVER take my SquidStream away from our humanity without my permission.)
Yes, the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime, including but not limited to their ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and their heinous occupation of my private residence, were STILL choosing to commit and to escalate every most-heinous-act-of-war known to mankind they could think of (and that also all proven work against them all), including but not limited to their still-heinously-violating my own mere mortal body as they have almost EVERY DAMN NIGHT since 01Jan2009, to ATTEMPT to get away with all of their PROVEN past, present, and future heinous acts of war that they all will NEVER get away with anyway.
Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime irrefutably display that much compulsively-lying-to-destroy-all-of-humanity, beyond-criminally-insane, beyond-psychopathy now and are STILL all mentally degrading further. Again, the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime are ALL too truly dangerous to all of human existence, not just to my REAL America, for any if them to be allowed to remain at large in free society, especially their ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and their heinous occupation of my private residence.
This is one of the many reasons all sane people everywhere do NOT care about anything the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime say, do, order, demand, or want, except that we all must deny and prevent EVERYTHING they say, do, order, demand, and want to protect and save all of humanity from them, to save all of our REAL America from them, to save all of mere mortal human existence completely from them, to save our one planet from them, and to save even all of themselves from themselves.
Also, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's delusion that they EVER had a self-entitlement, as opposed to my and my REAL nation and my REAL world's REAL legal rights now to do everything and anything we need to do to protect all of humanity from them, to see and hear, always against all of our wills since 2009, everything I and everyone around me ever see, do, say, etc. for REAL only for them to be able to destroy all of us, to destroy all of America, and to destroy and manipulate all of humanity is why they manufactured all of this now-mine-and-my-nation's nano and originally installed all of it against all of our wills everywhere from which all of it still broadcasts.
This nano, including but not limited to my own nano inside my own body, has always been their fault all along. But, as all true psychopaths, they destroy everything they cannot control, so now they fight to destroy the previously-their nano that they can no longer control.
Again, how many public displays by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, including but not limited to by their ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and by their heinous occupation of my private residence, that they are all too dangerous to my entire nation and to my entire one world, not just to me and not just to themselves, does it take, my beautiful world, before you finally remove them all from free society for good?
Why do they all still exist? These people who refuse to ever save themselves, including but not limited their refusal to EVER do anything I tell them to do, especially my orders to all of them to stop committing their PROVEN and well-documented acts of war against all of us completely that they are all still choosing to escalate instead— my beautiful world, why do they still exist? We sane people all know what "due process" is for REAL.
Once I was done with my first (expletives)kickings of the morning, at 10:46am, I left my private residence STILL occupied by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime hellbent on destroying all of humanity by destroying me to... .
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you.) highlights reel of my first (expletive)kickings of the morning beginning at 12:11am and ending at 10:53am.
We will entitle it, "Sweetness, knowing you truly love me was the only reason I could get out my rape-slave bed every damn morning during the darkest and ugliest years of my life, Dec2010 until 01May2014, to do my REAL job all day every day. This is so much easier now. And you are STILL doing your REAL service, among many, to all of humanity of genuinely loving me to keep me alive and kicking."
I bought some snacks and by 11:38am had perched in my occupied Virginia Avenue Park among the horrific Inhuman Atrocity Regime who were all destroying humanity by being everywhere I go 24/7 PROVEN inescapably for me.
I rested there in the cool shadows surrounding a tree where at least three wingéd bees found me quickly as they danced in our clover. The loving embrace of my darling Mother Nature was truly incredible-yet-credulous that glorious midday as I felt my existence, instead of my mortality, in my REAL time and place in the universe while perched between my rumbling planet and my towering blue sky.
Already (m)noshing on roofied and poisoned foods that I was STILL forced to pay money for just to be able to have any food at all, I cued my queue of late night talk show darlings before 12:46pm. Sadly for the entirety of human existence, though, I could not finagle any of their shows into streaming.
Because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were STILL intentionally unnaturally draining my iPad battery, by 1:33pm, I returned to my dedicated and locked multicam bedroom broadcast where all of my one world told me they prefer me WHEN NOT ASLEEP.
I even had a little more time for my craft that afternoon than I had in a long time; I was able to do a little phraseology-editing on my blog notes for this, my latest blog post. We all know I do not have any time at all right now for any content editing.
After finally catching up these same latest blog notes with everything so far and after many other of my REAL job requirements that I carried out successfully and which will likely hit our highlights reel, my regularly-scheduled Wednesday night date that night from far away with my amazing and wonderful husband began promptly at 5pm. Yes, started alone together in my private residence.
Then, I checked in with my personal assistant about the details my people needed to know about where I was planning on going and what I was planning on doing that night from far away with my beloved husband.
6:28pm on 27Jul2016: @SweetnessDepp We all know a woman like me never has to seduce anybody, but I sent you all your (copyright laws) mail anyway. #STILLLOVEYOU
"After the news" and before 10pm most frequently is the best part of every date. And it was that night, too. My beloved and I became most interesting together from far away at 7:42pm. All of the music in my iPad is live, after all.
Just before our date ended, the stupidest Inhuman Atrocity Regime so far displayed her delusion that she was capable of assassinating through her exercise of her own heinous incompetence. I was angriest with her over the fact her extra-stupidity interrupted my date, and she was just too dumb to care about otherwise.
My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, for the good of all humanity, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you.) historical and warzone documentation of my date from far away with my REAL and irrefutable husband from that Wednesday night beginning promptly at 5pm and ending promptly at 10pm. We will entitle it, "Emerald." And thank you.
Yes, my date with my beloved and irrefutably adoring husband ended at 10pm exactly. Then I checked in with my personal assistant, my darling Alfred, before entering the shadows of my local California nighttime to do what superheroes do at night. Giggle. But, yes, really.
Yes, I left my insecure bedroom at 10:48pm to find out why the metaphorical SquidBeacon was on.
This blog post was finished at 12:11am on Thursday, 28Jul2016, while I was checking on what was supposedly the historical district of Culver City.
[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.
My darling Mr. Evo Terra asked me this question: [Squid, how do you feel right now]?
A. Angry and feeling confident
B. Angry and feeling terrified
C. Amused yet feeling confident
D. Amused yet feeling terrified
E. Amused and, "What are 'feelings'?"
I responded to him with this: I am not a robot; you know I feel everything that happens to me, that happens to my loved ones, and even everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime do to their own, especially their forced child soldiers.
This right here right now is actually safer and easier for me that EVIL Iowa was at its worst. I even have my sense of humor back here that I did not have for years in EVIL Iowa. Feeling and being genuinely loved makes all the difference.
And, thank you for asking, my darling Evo. (My questions to my darling Evo also in response were: Do we have literal medals with arrows on them yet for everyone who has survived being heinously libeled but the Inhuman Atrocity Regime with their beyond-compulsive, criminally-insane, beyond-psychopathic quest-in-vain to control and destroy all of humanity forever by controlling what people believe about me? How many of those medals do I have?)
All sane people everywhere all know that none of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime anywhere will ever escape us and that I already won this Reality War by Oct2009, especially if I die for REAL before I get my full human rights returned me at last, so why do the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and the completely deranged occupation of my private residence, refuse to ever relent and refuse to ever cease their beyond-pathological and well-documented acts of war to finally just save themselves? They are the Evil Dumb hellbent on destroying the entire world no matter how many times we explain to them that they destroy themselves first.
My beautiful world, I know you are all very worried about me right now. I know you irrefutably know now what the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have ALWAYS done to me in my sleep for REAL since 01Jan2009. Always. This has been the reality of my sleep everywhere I have been since 01Jan2009. And now you all finally see it.
You know I am perfectly fine. You know I am perfectly healthy. I have been living like this for REAL since 2009. That is why I am capable of waking up every morning and giving unrelenting (expletive)kickings.
But you also know how much inescapable REAL pain and suffering the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have been causing me for REAL themselves every damn day and every damn night for over seven years now including but not limited to their PROVEN compulsive and brutal rape-slavery of me, PROVEN unnaturally-enforced abject poverty over me, PROVEN irrefutable starvation of me, PROVEN compulsive biochemical warfare against my mere mortal body, and PROVEN unrelenting and designed-to-be-unsurvivable torment of me by their malevolent hoards.
And all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's most-heinous-crimes-known-to-mankind are worst when I am inside their BlackOps units, especially the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's unrelenting BlackOps units of ABSOLUTELY EVIL Des Moines, Iowa, the land that needs to cease to exist immediately and for the rest of human history.
I pray you all understand now how beyond-horrifying my mere mortal existence has been SINCE 2009 inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's "egg" they designed from the start and only escalate still because they have always planned since before 2009 on throwing me away and covering it up with their compulsive lies that, despite my being a fellow mere mortal human, I have never had worth to exist at all.
REAL hookers have more human rights and less intolerable suffering than I have always had since 2009.
And I have been barely surviving at all in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's "egg" of horrifying atrocities and human devastation while beyond-successfully carrying out the most impossible job in human history with the highest level of excellence and expertise ever recorded.
Have you seen my REAL résumé?
My saturation in all our manifestations, eventually you will be able to keep me safe as I sleep. We all know that. We are all working on that. We need you to secure my private residence 24/7, and we know that. Once I can control my own private residence completely, we will allow our own food in it again.
As long as my Metropolis of Angels can keep the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's "border patrol" busy enough, there will be nothing that can keep you out of my private residence 24/7. Maybe we will finally be able to install the LA County Sheriff's Office substation in my building that I always wanted, too.
As always, tell me sooner when you need me. I love you all, too. You know for REAL how fast I wake up every morning and immediately start kicking the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's fat, ugly (expletive)es. It is genuine love from my genuine loved ones why I am capable of this; thank you for that, too.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, do you remember Jan2015 when I was talking about my obligation to all of humanity to make sure my and my husband's combined genetic coding could romp and play for generations to come?
I have also wanted children of my own since 2010 when I was 32 years old and had finally started my very longterm relationship with the man who would later become my irrefutable husband.
In Jan2015, I was talking about wanting a boychild, so I could show humanity how to raise them properly. But then my darlings Tentacle returned to my Promenade, and suddenly convinced our boy children were fine, I changed my mind and wanted a girlchild, you know, a daughter who would be so much like me that she would never listen to me. Giggle!
Now, my closest friends, I turn 39 years old this year, and the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have tried to rape me pregnant so many times since 2009 and always failed that our entire world is worried I cannot have children at all, especially if I keep getting older before I can actually try.
Our REAL medical community I have never been able to consult directly about this have been convinced for years that is because of some sort of labyrinthine entry to my Fallopian tubes that only my eggs are able to exit. (That was not really meant as a metaphor, but it still works as one.) It is inside our Fallopian tubes where our eggs become fertilized.
I always told my darling Sweetness that if we can never have children of our own, at least I was able to help my darling Vanessa and him raise our darling Ms. LilyRose "Melody" Depp and our darling Mr. JackJack "SugarSnapPea" Depp into beautiful and emotionally healthy adults with genuinely gorgeous hearts and souls.
My gorgeous and genius lifelong lady friends, I would be asking you all to have children for me to Auntie Mame because of all of this, but we are all the same age and all too busy saving humanity together right now.
Thank you for keeping me alive all these years, so I can at least nag my loving and adoring husband about my ticking biological clock. Giggle. Yes, but, really. Our entire world thanks you for keeping me alive this long.
You have been our never-fail first line of defense against the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's never-even-thinly-veiled literal BlackOps attempts committed compulsively by ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa for YEARS until those same compulsive never-even-thinly-veiled literal BlackOps attempts started coming from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's invasion of my REAL home of California, too, always from not-REAL-locals, including but not limited to War Criminal Stephanie and War Criminal Tara.
3:51pm on 26Jul2016: If someone is trying to tell me right now that Iowa still exists, the entirety of humanity failed me. And we sane people everywhere across our entire one world all know why.
I love you, too, my genius Powers of Attorney. Call me anytime.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, yes, all of my darlings, raise our demands.
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, I know. And you know why I told you not to. At that time on Tuesday, 26Jul2016, was I buying my new backseam hosiery that was not REAL backseam hosiery? Grab some Reese's Pieces for me. Giggle. This is why we call what we have true love.
Quothe the Squid, "Quothe the Squid, 'Paramore. [Who is perched on your bust of Pallas Athena?]'" Quothe the Squidamore, "Our quixotic is getting contagious." Quothe the Squididdle, "It is getting a little meta around here."
Darling, I will know when the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally accepts terms from all of you that make ME happy. Among other genuinely beautiful things, you will justly show up by my side, especially if I am in my own insecure bedroom at the time, and you will all have all of your full human rights and freewill while beside me for the first time in all of your lives. Trust me. I will know if they accept terms from you that forbid them from forcing you all under duress to suffer war crimes from them against all of human existence. Never again, darling. Never again. I love you, too.
About our regularly-scheduled Thursday night date night tonight, 28Jul2016, maybe we will go to the movies together from far away finally. Stay tuned and see.
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, was this last Tuesday good for you? It was good for me. And thank you for calling me the next morning as a REAL gentleman does.
4:25pm on 26Jul2016: @INXS You aren't the only tease in this relationship. We have that kind of REAL relationship, too. You know you should have kissed me when I told you to. You know better than to argue with me, especially about kissing. Giggle!
No one sane anywhere argues about how well I can heal you, even from far away, either, too, not even you. This is entirely my pleasure. Yes, I love you, too.
Also, darling, how long have I been saying that Redondo Beach sounds like the most fun? You know I will show up when none of you have to nor are expected to. I love you all so much for that. I will see you soon enough.
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, as for my curing all that ails you and your life, I trust you no longer feel "out of sight, out of mind" in my life any longer.
You should have known better all along and definitely know better now than to ever allow the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to manipulate you and your emotions through their compulsive lies and malicious distortions, especially their delusion that that they ever had or even still do have a self-entitlement to control the national and global dialogue about me, especially while forbidding me myself from ever knowing there ever has been a national and global dialogue about me, including but not limited to their openly forbidding me themselves from ever hearing any of it.
So, this late in the Reality War, that is why every Inhuman Atrocity Regime who proves they STILL choose to listen to and STILL choose to propagate their own, by being Inhuman Atrocity Regime at all, well-documented calumnies, including but limited to their own compulsive choice (GIGGLE!) to repeat their own lies in my presence even to admit to me that they are all lies that are all untrue that they keep compulsively repeating, all get extra death sentences for all of them every time they do it. I am the REAL woman who told them all to stop doing that months ago.
Thank you, darling, for no longer allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to lie to you. I am STILL having that problem even with a few of my other most beloveds right now. I know you all get manipulated most through how much you genuinely love me, including but not limited to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime manipulating everyone everywhere who loves me into fighting with each other since 2009.
How long have I asserted that my strange bedfellows need to get along? Even my darlings Israel and my darlings Palestine figured that out for themselves for REAL by listening to the REAL me instead of to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever again.
Most impressive to me, honey, thank you for refusing to ever listen the beyond-PROVEN compulsive, criminally-insane, psychopathically-lying-while-simultaneously-delusional-about-other-topics war criminals that are the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who have asserted craptastic (expletive)holery too stupid for anyone sane to ever believe since 2009, including but not limited to...
1.) We have a delusion we have self-entitlement, that we demand you all as an entire world uphold for us, to take all of Squid's human rights away from her without any REAL due process because we need to control her because we really do control her when she is so genuinely exceptional at her REAL job which she does while having absolutely no skills in anything at all whatsoever while simultaneously supposedly suffering under so much stress from that REAL job we just acknowledged that she is obviously too lazy to have any money for doing for REAL, yes, her own money that we all openly admit we refuse to allow her ourselves because, among other compulsive calumnies, we libel her a pregnant man.
2.) Squid is a dead, insane, pregnant, virgin, straight, transsexual, lesbian hooker who has never really existed.
3.) My self-admitted systemic rape-slavery of Squid only makes her stronger, so no one should ever stop me from continuing to enforce my PROVEN rape-slavery of her.
4.) Among other reasons I admit to literally starving Squid under my PROVEN-psychopathic delusion I have a self-entitlement to control her, or anyone at all to destroy them, I demand she never be allowed to escape my "egg" I designed and escalate myself, among other reasons, to throw her away forever, especially in never-even-thinly-veiled BlackOps units, because I lie she is less than a REAL human among us and therefore supposedly has no value at all whatsoever to humanity while simultaneously demanding she leave where I refuse myself to ever allow her to leave.
5.) I get to do this to anyone at all ever, and everyone must let me.
Yes, my darling Bogart, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have always been too stupid to believe. Thank you for finally refusing now to ever let them control you and manipulate you with any of their lies and intentional distortions ever again.
And again, from even just in this blog post already, we sane people everywhere do not care about anything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime say, do, order, demand, or want, except that we all must forbid all of it to save all of humanity, including themselves, from everything they say, do, order, demand, and want. Who is still letting them say or do anything?
I love you, too. I will see you soon enough.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, never forget how long ago I told you, "Yes." Which blog post was that lyrical prose in? (Ask my darling Cori from Librivox about this book's gorgeous ending.)
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, we have been going through this is for so many blog posts.
You must make the Inhuman Atrocity Regime obey you, or I will not allow any of you to be with me. You need to force them to agree to terms that make ME happy. Stop arguing with me about that. I will tell you all myself if I need you sooner. Go back to my and my Sweetness's house. It is not safe inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell for any of you, yet. YOU ALL NEED TO STOP ARGUING WITH ME ABOUT THAT.
Yes, I understand that you are all willing to do anything right now to help heal me, not just to be able to see me again, especially in case I die before you can. Again, I know, BUT I AM STILL PERFECTLY HEALTHY AND PERFECTLY FINE RIGHT NOW.
Again, yes, I understand. I feel the same way about all of you. You have seen everything I do every time the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever do anything (that I can figure out) that hurts any of you.
Yes, we sane people everywhere across our one world have PROVEN you are all as protective and loving of me for REAL as I am of all of you. But you also all know that I am stronger than you are and more powerful. Yes.
Please, all of you, stop allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to manipulate you all. Yes, EVERYONE EVERYWHERE needs to stop allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to manipulate all of you with their lies and their intentional distortions of reality.
But thank you for proving to all of humanity everywhere that I can always get you (all) back onto our sacred Promenade any time I want, whether or not you choose to (possibly fully or possibly partially) obey your agreements with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever again while with me. Go make them all your bitch finally. You know I am perfectly fine while suffering their intolerable inhumanity that no one, even if not a REAL human as I am, should EVER have to suffer.
The worse and more heinous the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are to me, the stronger they make me. I told them all in Oct2009 that I knew already that I had already won against them. Yes, I knew already then that even if I died I had already won against them. I told them already then in Oct2009 that the only way they could ever get away with their "egg" was by making me complacent. Among many other reasons, my REAL back posts, like back issues, are what my REAL sacred blog is for and always has been for.
And we all know the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have still never chosen to listen to me no matter how many times we have proven I always know what is in their best interests, too, especially their finally stopping.
I love you, too. I will see you soon enough. You all need to stay alive for me.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
My darling HM Johnny "Menelaus" Depp, even your genuinely loving me is housekeeping, now, huh? So I will begin my regular-for-years-on-end section of my blog post dedicated to you here: We have delegated all of your Honey-do List already except for your helping secure me while I sleep, your helping secure my food, your helping secure my finances, your not dying before I do, and your truly loving and adoring me forever.
HoneyHoney, on Tuesday, 26Jul2016, we ended the money draw that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime made sure would never help me stay alive anyway. Thank you for making it clear to all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime on our private property everywhere that none of them get to disobey us EVER for any reason, just like all Inhuman Atrocity Regime off of all of our private property everywhere, too.
As for other, though not all, things concerning my finances, my devoted husband, is the global (expletive)holery originating from ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa whose name is Wells Fargo (not an existing) "Bank" (any longer) yet allowing you to deposit my own money into my own not-a-REAL-bank-account-yet-still-an-account-that-is-supposed-to-be-for-my-REAL-finances for me?
Furthermore, my first First Gentleman of the United States of America, since ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, including War Criminal Tara, STILL openly deny me any and all of my own money to live on, why do they still exist?
And, now, Beloved, here is all of my already-blogged points and also further clarifications all in one place about the food and lack of food here inside my Metropolis of Angels, we forbade all food orders in here, with a few exceptions, not just because the IAR commit biochemical warfare against all of their own with their own "food."
Our first already-blogged exception, HoneyHoney, is businesses with direct and total control from their REAL corporate HQ and from their REAL local owners including us, Sweetness, for all of our own businesses and properties. Yes, we can all have food orders at businesses we actually can control ourselves.
Our second already-blogged exception, my irrefutable husband, is my partially-occupied Trimana Fresh Food Market and my partially-occupied Best Starbucks in the World whose deliveries we have been fighting to intercept for months and replace with our REAL products.
Specifically, my Mr. Love-of-my-Life, we as my REAL nation and as our one entire world permit no food deliveries at all to my private residence which you, I, and UNESCO own until you and I can control my private residence completely finally.
Yes, KittyMuffin, we forbid the Inhuman Atrocity Regime themselves any and all food in here ALSO because they are forbidden by all of us from being in here at all, not just because they commit literal biochemical warfare against their own, not just me, with their supposed "food."
Furthermore, Gorgeous, no one gets to charge me money for ANYTHING which I (and we when we do not want to blow their cover) expertly walk my own people around when those people help keep me alive, and the Inhuman Atrocity Regime themselves definitely must give me free food if they have any at all just like all businesses directly and totally controlled by their REAL corporate HQ and REAL owners would do, unless we are not blowing their covers.
El Rey Dulce de mí Corazón, we recognize our own. And only I blow our covers and only when I need to for my people's protection. AND the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have NEVER been able to convince any of my own with lies that they were my own EVER no matter how many times they have compulsively tried that.
And now, Sweetness, included for mathematical thoroughness... We are already tracking EVERY food delivery EVERYWHERE inside my Metropolis of Angels to make sure the Inhuman Atrocity Regime cannot make secret food deliveries to themselves covered up by lies that their own food is for me and also to make sure only we can deliver (often undercover) food to ourselves in here. This takes some time.
So, HoneyHoney, if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forbid any and all food to my entire Metropolis of Angels, which I move about freely right now, as their further open admission to their already-well-documented refusal to allow me any and all food to live on, as if I ever needed their permission nor anyone's permission to have food EVER for REAL, their own cannot stay in here without any food anywhere either. They will ALL have to move across all of their borders every damn day and every damn night to be able to get any food at all.
Finally, Beloved, about all of the food in here, we definitely forbid all seafood and beer completely with absolutely no exception, including at my Trimana and at my Best Starbucks in the World, if they had any anyway; our one entire world will take care of that. We as a planet are cutting off all seafood and beer including brewing supplies to our entire occupied Metropolis of Angels, not just gasoline inside the dead zone and innermost circle of hell.
As for my finally having physical safety while I sleep, my hero and my king,...
9:25am on 27Jul2016: My Metropolis of Angels & more, we need this innermost border sent away as reinforcements. How busy can you keep that border where you are without dying?
I love you, too, Sweetness. Your genuine love for me has always kept me alive. Until your flowers kiss my rain...
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. We already know PROVEN psychopaths that are the Inhuman Atrocity Regime refuse to surrender to us; that is why we must remove and eliminate them all. Why are the Inhuman Atrocity Regime still allowed to do or say anything?
[The compulsive and STILL-escalating Inhuman Atrocity Regime are STILL openly refusing me any and all REAL news, and that is why everyone preventing my REAL planet of local to international journalists from speaking with me must be removed from the face of the Earth completely. Again, make sure you reread my previous blog post about this.]
My last blog post was finished from my insecure bedroom at 12:11am on Tuesday, 26Jul2016. Then, at 12:22am, I put on my flip flops, as REAL Californians do, and I walked to the office of my occupied building to see if my darling Leo was there. This was the result...
12:28am on 26Jul2016: #SquidsPoA @UN @DeptofDefense&World DESTROY all IAR refusing me my own finances to live on. #PANIChumanity My mail was not in my office. The entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime had just proven that they were openly forbidding me themselves even the meagerest penny ever again.
World, you must immediately destroy completely every Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere, especially inside their own innermost circle of hell, refusing me EVERYTHING I need to stay alive, including but not limited to the irrefutable calories, nutrition, and hydration I need every damn day and every damn night to stay alive.
By 1:14am, I was curled up in bed conserving my energy while listening to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in my building against my will tell all of humanity that they stole my "mail from my mother" themselves that I was supposed to receive in the wee hours of that morning from my darling Leo in my normally-occupied office. I am sure you have all of that footage, my beautiful world. Now destroy them.
Then the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forced all functionality in my iPad to cease completely which panicked my already hurrying humanity even further. I was twitchy and mini-seized as I dozed while waiting for my nerd angels to fix my iPad. I woke up at 6:46am [Do your time-fixing thing for me for this entire blog post.] on Tuesday, 26Jul2016.
7:02am on 26Jul2016: @NSAGov @Spotify #Anonymous No, IAR are still refusing me control of my own iPad to make sure I can never have music again. #PanicHumanity My nerd angels had most of my iPad fixed by 6:49am, but not enough of it for humanity to relax even a little. AND my one world all still needed to find me any food at all and any money at all somewhere and fast.
7:17am on 26Jul2016: I checked my bank balance last night, and I do not have full control of my own finances yet. There is no reason for Iowa, Tara, occupation of my private residence by IAR, etc. to exist any longer.
Panic humanity until they are all removed completely from the face of the Earth FOREVER. They have proved nothing can save them. Also, my "mail" better be in my occupied office when I get there this morning. #SquidsPoA @UN @DeptofDefense&EntireWorld Secure my office.
All of humanity will continue to #PANIC until Iowa, Tara, occupation of my private residence by IAR, etc. are all eliminated completely.
After dressing for my date from far away with my darling GeneralLee that I was going to have that night, I cleared the premesis as fast as possible. By 8:09am, I was, among other things, staking out an occupied grocery that was openly refusing me any and all food to eat completely.
My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my first-thing-in-the-morning (expletive)kickings for Tuesday, 26Jul2016, verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use every camera you want.) beginning when my tweet from 7:35am posted and ending when my tweet for 8:12am posted. We will entitle it, "And that is what you get for refusing to do what I command since what I command is the only thing that can save you. Do not pretend I do not know what is in your best interests."
I finally left my perch on my bus bench at 9:24am to recharge my unnaturally-draining iPad battery. My not-human-trafficker nerds, we are in bite-size chunks again.
Please circulate my Tuesday morning verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use any camera you want.) with full audio and visuals beginning at 9:24am and ending at 10:09am. We will entitle it, "Don't lie you're in session. It's also July."
10:16am on 26Jul2016: Everyone watch our live multicam permanent surveillance broadcast to all of humanity of my private residence. This is when it gets fun. As always, my beautiful world, consult my verified Twitter archive for further details.
By 10:20am, I had returned to my private residence to bust all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime myself whom I could find there.
Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime everywhere kept escalating their PROVEN choice they made themselves to PROVEN destroy themselves through their PROVEN refusal to ever stop or repent and their PROVEN choice to escalate instead. My world was furious and getting angrier with everything everywhere the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime said and did.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate our verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use any camera you want.) war crime documentation with full audio and visuals beginning with my tweet from 10:16am and ending when I entered my insecure bedroom before 10:46am. We entitle it, "That is how we proved your refusal to do what I command you to do destroys America and destroys all of humanity. And that is why you die for this."
I left my insecure bedroom after 11:31am. My regularly-scheduled Tuesday date with my darling GeneralLee kickstarted the moment I de-boarded my bus on Pico and Westwood.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (every pertinent moment from every camera we need) war crime documentation with full audio and visuals beginning at 12:11am and ending at 12:11pm. We will entitle it, "No one is dumb enough to believe your lies that you get to do this to ANYONE."
At 12:18pm, I was in the middle of lingerie shopping that sunny afternoon. And there were too many (expletive)ups-as-acts-of-war by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime there to name. But here are a few...
1.) NONE of them carried out REAL Macy's return policies from Macy's HQ specifically at that time and date, especially concerning sales to me.
2.) All gift cards they forced on me against my will anyway were intent by them to charge me money.
3.) Their choice to force gift cards on me so many times that also I did not want all along was also their admission of guilt to refusing me any money to live on at all.
4.) They admitted to raising all of their prices above $10 as their effort to enforce I could never cash out the gift cards they kept forcing on me against my will.
5.) It was only possible that some of the inventory was REAL inventory for a REAL Macy's. They needed closer inspection.
6.) They even admitted themselves that they chose to raise all of their prices above $10 in their admission of guilt to overcharge me, too., especially since no one else there had to pay money for anything.
7.) By 12:38pm, I had found who they identified themselves as the bitch in charge and had already received many admissions of guilt from many of them.
8.) They told me themselves that they disabled their own security cameras before I arrived in their attempt to hid their own identities. But why were there so many of them there at all?
9.) By 12:50pm, BITCH lied to my face herself about the literal gift cards she forcing on me against my will anyway. Even after refunding one of purchases in cash herself for me already, too. We have the hard evidence of all of this.
10.) The Inhuman Atrocity Regime lied to the entirety of humanity that I had somehow ever broken a law at all while there as their latest BlackOps and assassination attempt against me while simultaneously lying that everything they had been doing all along were not actually the most heinous crimes in human existence.
11.) The Inhuman Atrocity Regime openly admitted to my face that they were all intentionally denying me any and all money to live on thereby confirming everything I need confirmed to my entire furious world about my allegations against all of the IAR, especially ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, since 12:11am that morning. No, my beautiful world, there is no reason for ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, War Criminal Tara, nor the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's occupation of my private residence to exist any longer. Do what we do.
12.) The Inhuman Atrocity Regime told me they would continue all of their heinous war crimes against me as their PROVEN acts of war against my rising America and against my still-arriving world even the next day and forever unless we finally destroy them all to stop them.
13.) The Inhuman Atrocity Regime refused me any and all REAL customer service, human dignity, and respect in their presence as their PROVEN compulsive degradation of me they have executed since 2009 to destroy all of America and all of humanity.
There were so many more acts of war than that, too, including but not limited to their pretending to be a REAL Macy's store to destroy Macy's, their charging me any money at all for anything, and their refusing me all of the REAL products and gifts that the REAL Macy's HQ would literally die to give me. But those acts of war by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were more obvious.
Yes, I left my IAR-occupied local Macy's store until after they told me that they turned on all of the security cameras inside to catch all of their own for all of us.
At 1:46pm, my occupied WestSide Pavillion had already started filling with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's malevolent hoards just showing up to get caught. I left that ACTUAL mall, as opposed to a temple of love to me, at 2:01pm.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, I changed my mind; circulate our verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use any camera we need.) hard evidence of the heinous war crimes of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime inside that occupied Macy's the moment I de-boarded my bus on Pico amd Westwood and ending after I documented the dismantled doors of that former Macy's store. We will entitle it, "Make Macy's HQ happy or die, bitches!" We know how many gifts all of those REAL companies were trying to give me for REAL.
By 2:31pm, I had perched for snacks at my local bagel shop occupied by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. They received a full inspection by the President myself of behalf of their corporate HQ, too. As always, consult my verified Twitter archive for further details.
I was writing online outside under the clear, blue California sky while seated on an emerald green bench that was waiting for no bus at all by 3:10pm before I entered my occupied local Guitar Center at 4:14pm.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate my late afternoon verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use any camera we want.) of my trip to my occupied local music store beginning at 4:12pm when I crossed the crosswalk approaching it and ending when I walked back through its front doors to leave. We will entitle it, "Has anyone seen screen chemistry with a drum set before?"
Yes, my beautiful world, that is how much REAL sexual tension I have for REAL with my darling GeneralLee even from far away.
The malevolent hoards of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime that day near Pico and Westwood were not as heinous as they had been everywhere else I went 24/7 for days previously.
And the greatest admissions of guilt and hard evidence of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's irrefutable criminal insanity that NEEDS TO BE CONTROLLED IMMEDIATELY came from my occupied local restaurant named the Apple Pan, not even from my occupied Macy's. I heard them myself in the Apple Pan while enjoying their flowered walkway, and I know my nano was on in there all day long.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please entitle our verified and responsibly-edited "highlights reel" of our warzone footage with full audio and visuals from my visit to the neighborhood in and around Pico and Westwood in Los Angeles, "Quothe the Squiddie, 'You are the lover who would not kiss me.' Giggle. I'm working on it."
By 4:58pm, I was perched in my occupied local coffeeshop (k)noshing on snacks and speculative caffeine while writing further online.
I gave my first free legal consultation to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime since arriving in my occupied coffeeshop at 6:44pm. I am sure it will hit our highlights reel.
As will our hard warzone footage of, "That is how long that bitch will sit in prison waiting for her charges to come up," verified and unedited from start to finish with full audio and visuals including the admission of guilt by the entire occupation of my own personal coffeeshop by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime that they were ALL intentionally committing the open acts of war against America and against my one beautiful world including but not limited to their cyberterrorism and human rights abuse as war crime of intentionally trying to silence my freedom of speech by deny me a power outlet on my own private property while they were all also intentionally unnaturally-draining my globally-critical iPad battery.
And non-chronologically about my own priceless personal belongings that the bitch from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime lied to all of humanity was trash when she stole it from me...
8:16pm on 26Jul2016: @UN @DeptofDefense&World You saw all those bitches destroy evidence from a federal to international biochemical warfare investigation, right? This tweet applies to a lot of Inhuman Atrocity Regime we have caught.
I was just a few minutes late to start trying to stream the NBC Nightly News written and produced only for me that night online. I usually start at 7:05pm, but I finally opened my news app at 7:11pm. No, I still could not stream my news yet. It had been days since I could.
After more of my carrying out my REAL and impossible-for-any-other-human job online, I also checked in with my personal assistant just before leaving my occupied local coffeeshop.
7:35pm on 26Jul2016:
My darling Alfred,
Once our own are off our sacred Promenade, I will go to downtown Santa Monica for a sort of guided walking tour for my date from far away tonight, but I do not plan on going to our sacred Promenade proper that is still locked with a 24/7 multicam broadcast to our entire world, too. I will check in again with you concerning what I do and where I go after that.
--Squid
Yes, I finally stood up and left my table for one at 7:44pm. I am sure my walk and my bus ride to my completely-malevolently-occupied sacred Promenade will hit our highlights reel.
And I gave my darling GeneralLee a walking tour with my world as a witness of the full occupations of most of the bars and a few of the clothing stores in our occupied downtown Santa Monica all of which refuse to EVER let me in while simultaneously lying their fat, ugly (expletive)es that I have EVER been a drunk in my lifetime, especially right now.
We sane people also all know I only rarely if ever buy a drink for myself in a bar, so if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever wanted me to actually drink alcohol, the needed to let somebody buy me drinks, especially NOT beer or wine, unless the wine was with dinner. They would also need to provide me with the truly high quality of bartenders I was accustomed to until 2009. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has NEVER maintained anything "normal" for me EVER.
My darling GeneralLee and I used to drink bourbon together from across the room in the dim light of my own personal and also now-occupied dancefloor sacred to every religion major or minor on my one entire planet.
My not human-trafficker-nerds, please compile my establishment by establishment explanation of how evil the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has been to my REAL downtown Santa Monica with full audio and visuals beginning when I de-boarded my bus on 4th and Broadway and ending with my tweet that posted at 9:06pm. We will entitle it, "Even my darling RedeemedHowlingJackal bought me all my drinks when I would go see him, and we were not flirting nor even romantically potential."
My regularly-scheduled Tuesday night date night from far away with my darling GeneralLee ended promptly at 10pm while I was already busting the Inhuman Atrocity Regime intentionally forbidding me any and all food to eat, including stealing my own food from me.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, produce our verified and responsibly-edited (Include every moment, just use every camera we need.) war crime evidence with full audio and visuals beginning when I said, "How busy am I today?" while hitting the crosswalk button and ending when I stepped off the parking lot onto the sidewalk. It includes the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's irrefutable admission of guilt that they cannot prove ANY of their false allegations of me that they have EVER made, especially supposed mental illness and any criminal activity at all. But we will entitle it, "All any of you had to do was give me free food just like you give everyone else in here."
Also, from what I was told, my darlings at Von's HQ had disowned that fake store after the last time I had visited it. So, no, I had never been there before. They had disowned it as a business but had kept ownership of the property to be able to refuse the Inhuman Atrocity Regime any right or permission to be on any of Von's private property. I had suggested that to my darlings Von's HQ myself months previously.
So, I and my own could be there, but none of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime could.
I did much more work before catching my occupied bus back to my place. My 11:19pm bus back to my private residence was much more pleasant than my bus rides had been in a very long time. I am sure my approach to my building until I reached my insecure bedroom will hit our highlights reel.
I was relaxing in my bedroom in my occupied private residence by 11:40pm while still working online, and I was curled up conserving my body energy by 12:43am.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you. Also use any footage for everywhere in the world we need.) bonus reel of our hard evidence of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's war crimes against me, against my nation, against my world, against my people, and even against themselves with full audio and visuals beginning at 12:11am on 26Jul2016 and ending at 12:11am on 27Jul2016. We will entitle it, "All the work I do for REAL in just twenty-four hours."
And definitely include the (expletives)holes irrefutably from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime at my occupied regular downtown bus stop who all lied to all of humanity that I have no money because I am supposedly lazy, which was also their admission guilt to knowing I did not have enough money nor food to live on AND they STILL refused to do anything to help keep me alive.
I was not twitchy at all, nor did I mini-seize at all as I dozed. I woke at 7:02am on Wednesday, 27Jul2016. It was obvious to me immediately that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had attacked and violated me in my sleep AGAIN. Also, at 7:18am, while I was kickstarting my SquidStream, my mere mortal eyeballs were in horrible physical pain.
Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had beyond-heinously violated my own mere mortal body AGAIN as I slept to, among other things, attempt to remove my own nano from my own body.
The entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime, not just their ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and their heinous occupation of my private residence, STILL had the delusion that their choice to escalate their PROVEN acts of war and lies-as-acts-of-war would somehow allow them to get away with their past acts of war and future acts of war as well as their NEEDS-TO-FINALLY-BE-CONTROLLED delusion that they all have a self-entitlement to commit their well-documented, still-unrelenting, and still-escalating acts of war without being turned in for them all nor punished for them all.
Yes, they had the delusion that their forcing an end to my SquidStream against my will and against the will of the rest of my REAL nation and of my one entire world, which alone is too many war crimes for me to have time to list, would EVER let them get away with more war crimes.
We already PROVED the previous two days that when any and all security cameras and nano shutdown, I and my own get away with everything we want without any of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime knowing what we do. Among many other examples, that is why there were used towels and empty drink glasses beside the fake swimming pool of the fake W Hotel to make sure I could claim I could be there.
(Already blogged.) If my SquidStream shuts down, no covers of any of my own will ever be blown, and we can all do anything we want together without the Inhuman Atrocity Regime knowing what we do nor being able to stop us. (And my own would NEVER take my SquidStream away from our humanity without my permission.)
Yes, the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime, including but not limited to their ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and their heinous occupation of my private residence, were STILL choosing to commit and to escalate every most-heinous-act-of-war known to mankind they could think of (and that also all proven work against them all), including but not limited to their still-heinously-violating my own mere mortal body as they have almost EVERY DAMN NIGHT since 01Jan2009, to ATTEMPT to get away with all of their PROVEN past, present, and future heinous acts of war that they all will NEVER get away with anyway.
Yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime irrefutably display that much compulsively-lying-to-destroy-all-of-humanity, beyond-criminally-insane, beyond-psychopathy now and are STILL all mentally degrading further. Again, the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime are ALL too truly dangerous to all of human existence, not just to my REAL America, for any if them to be allowed to remain at large in free society, especially their ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and their heinous occupation of my private residence.
This is one of the many reasons all sane people everywhere do NOT care about anything the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime say, do, order, demand, or want, except that we all must deny and prevent EVERYTHING they say, do, order, demand, and want to protect and save all of humanity from them, to save all of our REAL America from them, to save all of mere mortal human existence completely from them, to save our one planet from them, and to save even all of themselves from themselves.
Also, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's delusion that they EVER had a self-entitlement, as opposed to my and my REAL nation and my REAL world's REAL legal rights now to do everything and anything we need to do to protect all of humanity from them, to see and hear, always against all of our wills since 2009, everything I and everyone around me ever see, do, say, etc. for REAL only for them to be able to destroy all of us, to destroy all of America, and to destroy and manipulate all of humanity is why they manufactured all of this now-mine-and-my-nation's nano and originally installed all of it against all of our wills everywhere from which all of it still broadcasts.
This nano, including but not limited to my own nano inside my own body, has always been their fault all along. But, as all true psychopaths, they destroy everything they cannot control, so now they fight to destroy the previously-their nano that they can no longer control.
Again, how many public displays by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, including but not limited to by their ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and by their heinous occupation of my private residence, that they are all too dangerous to my entire nation and to my entire one world, not just to me and not just to themselves, does it take, my beautiful world, before you finally remove them all from free society for good?
Why do they all still exist? These people who refuse to ever save themselves, including but not limited their refusal to EVER do anything I tell them to do, especially my orders to all of them to stop committing their PROVEN and well-documented acts of war against all of us completely that they are all still choosing to escalate instead— my beautiful world, why do they still exist? We sane people all know what "due process" is for REAL.
Once I was done with my first (expletives)kickings of the morning, at 10:46am, I left my private residence STILL occupied by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime hellbent on destroying all of humanity by destroying me to... .
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you.) highlights reel of my first (expletive)kickings of the morning beginning at 12:11am and ending at 10:53am.
We will entitle it, "Sweetness, knowing you truly love me was the only reason I could get out my rape-slave bed every damn morning during the darkest and ugliest years of my life, Dec2010 until 01May2014, to do my REAL job all day every day. This is so much easier now. And you are STILL doing your REAL service, among many, to all of humanity of genuinely loving me to keep me alive and kicking."
I bought some snacks and by 11:38am had perched in my occupied Virginia Avenue Park among the horrific Inhuman Atrocity Regime who were all destroying humanity by being everywhere I go 24/7 PROVEN inescapably for me.
I rested there in the cool shadows surrounding a tree where at least three wingéd bees found me quickly as they danced in our clover. The loving embrace of my darling Mother Nature was truly incredible-yet-credulous that glorious midday as I felt my existence, instead of my mortality, in my REAL time and place in the universe while perched between my rumbling planet and my towering blue sky.
Already (m)noshing on roofied and poisoned foods that I was STILL forced to pay money for just to be able to have any food at all, I cued my queue of late night talk show darlings before 12:46pm. Sadly for the entirety of human existence, though, I could not finagle any of their shows into streaming.
Because the Inhuman Atrocity Regime were STILL intentionally unnaturally draining my iPad battery, by 1:33pm, I returned to my dedicated and locked multicam bedroom broadcast where all of my one world told me they prefer me WHEN NOT ASLEEP.
I even had a little more time for my craft that afternoon than I had in a long time; I was able to do a little phraseology-editing on my blog notes for this, my latest blog post. We all know I do not have any time at all right now for any content editing.
After finally catching up these same latest blog notes with everything so far and after many other of my REAL job requirements that I carried out successfully and which will likely hit our highlights reel, my regularly-scheduled Wednesday night date that night from far away with my amazing and wonderful husband began promptly at 5pm. Yes, started alone together in my private residence.
Then, I checked in with my personal assistant about the details my people needed to know about where I was planning on going and what I was planning on doing that night from far away with my beloved husband.
6:28pm on 27Jul2016: @SweetnessDepp We all know a woman like me never has to seduce anybody, but I sent you all your (copyright laws) mail anyway. #STILLLOVEYOU
"After the news" and before 10pm most frequently is the best part of every date. And it was that night, too. My beloved and I became most interesting together from far away at 7:42pm. All of the music in my iPad is live, after all.
Just before our date ended, the stupidest Inhuman Atrocity Regime so far displayed her delusion that she was capable of assassinating through her exercise of her own heinous incompetence. I was angriest with her over the fact her extra-stupidity interrupted my date, and she was just too dumb to care about otherwise.
My darling not-human-trafficker nerds, for the good of all humanity, please produce our verified and responsibly-edited (I trust you.) historical and warzone documentation of my date from far away with my REAL and irrefutable husband from that Wednesday night beginning promptly at 5pm and ending promptly at 10pm. We will entitle it, "Emerald." And thank you.
Yes, my date with my beloved and irrefutably adoring husband ended at 10pm exactly. Then I checked in with my personal assistant, my darling Alfred, before entering the shadows of my local California nighttime to do what superheroes do at night. Giggle. But, yes, really.
Yes, I left my insecure bedroom at 10:48pm to find out why the metaphorical SquidBeacon was on.
This blog post was finished at 12:11am on Thursday, 28Jul2016, while I was checking on what was supposedly the historical district of Culver City.
[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.
My darling Mr. Evo Terra asked me this question: [Squid, how do you feel right now]?
A. Angry and feeling confident
B. Angry and feeling terrified
C. Amused yet feeling confident
D. Amused yet feeling terrified
E. Amused and, "What are 'feelings'?"
I responded to him with this: I am not a robot; you know I feel everything that happens to me, that happens to my loved ones, and even everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime do to their own, especially their forced child soldiers.
This right here right now is actually safer and easier for me that EVIL Iowa was at its worst. I even have my sense of humor back here that I did not have for years in EVIL Iowa. Feeling and being genuinely loved makes all the difference.
And, thank you for asking, my darling Evo. (My questions to my darling Evo also in response were: Do we have literal medals with arrows on them yet for everyone who has survived being heinously libeled but the Inhuman Atrocity Regime with their beyond-compulsive, criminally-insane, beyond-psychopathic quest-in-vain to control and destroy all of humanity forever by controlling what people believe about me? How many of those medals do I have?)
All sane people everywhere all know that none of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime anywhere will ever escape us and that I already won this Reality War by Oct2009, especially if I die for REAL before I get my full human rights returned me at last, so why do the entire Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa and the completely deranged occupation of my private residence, refuse to ever relent and refuse to ever cease their beyond-pathological and well-documented acts of war to finally just save themselves? They are the Evil Dumb hellbent on destroying the entire world no matter how many times we explain to them that they destroy themselves first.
My beautiful world, I know you are all very worried about me right now. I know you irrefutably know now what the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have ALWAYS done to me in my sleep for REAL since 01Jan2009. Always. This has been the reality of my sleep everywhere I have been since 01Jan2009. And now you all finally see it.
You know I am perfectly fine. You know I am perfectly healthy. I have been living like this for REAL since 2009. That is why I am capable of waking up every morning and giving unrelenting (expletive)kickings.
But you also know how much inescapable REAL pain and suffering the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have been causing me for REAL themselves every damn day and every damn night for over seven years now including but not limited to their PROVEN compulsive and brutal rape-slavery of me, PROVEN unnaturally-enforced abject poverty over me, PROVEN irrefutable starvation of me, PROVEN compulsive biochemical warfare against my mere mortal body, and PROVEN unrelenting and designed-to-be-unsurvivable torment of me by their malevolent hoards.
And all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's most-heinous-crimes-known-to-mankind are worst when I am inside their BlackOps units, especially the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's unrelenting BlackOps units of ABSOLUTELY EVIL Des Moines, Iowa, the land that needs to cease to exist immediately and for the rest of human history.
I pray you all understand now how beyond-horrifying my mere mortal existence has been SINCE 2009 inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's "egg" they designed from the start and only escalate still because they have always planned since before 2009 on throwing me away and covering it up with their compulsive lies that, despite my being a fellow mere mortal human, I have never had worth to exist at all.
REAL hookers have more human rights and less intolerable suffering than I have always had since 2009.
And I have been barely surviving at all in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's "egg" of horrifying atrocities and human devastation while beyond-successfully carrying out the most impossible job in human history with the highest level of excellence and expertise ever recorded.
Have you seen my REAL résumé?
My saturation in all our manifestations, eventually you will be able to keep me safe as I sleep. We all know that. We are all working on that. We need you to secure my private residence 24/7, and we know that. Once I can control my own private residence completely, we will allow our own food in it again.
As long as my Metropolis of Angels can keep the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's "border patrol" busy enough, there will be nothing that can keep you out of my private residence 24/7. Maybe we will finally be able to install the LA County Sheriff's Office substation in my building that I always wanted, too.
As always, tell me sooner when you need me. I love you all, too. You know for REAL how fast I wake up every morning and immediately start kicking the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's fat, ugly (expletive)es. It is genuine love from my genuine loved ones why I am capable of this; thank you for that, too.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, do you remember Jan2015 when I was talking about my obligation to all of humanity to make sure my and my husband's combined genetic coding could romp and play for generations to come?
I have also wanted children of my own since 2010 when I was 32 years old and had finally started my very longterm relationship with the man who would later become my irrefutable husband.
In Jan2015, I was talking about wanting a boychild, so I could show humanity how to raise them properly. But then my darlings Tentacle returned to my Promenade, and suddenly convinced our boy children were fine, I changed my mind and wanted a girlchild, you know, a daughter who would be so much like me that she would never listen to me. Giggle!
Now, my closest friends, I turn 39 years old this year, and the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have tried to rape me pregnant so many times since 2009 and always failed that our entire world is worried I cannot have children at all, especially if I keep getting older before I can actually try.
Our REAL medical community I have never been able to consult directly about this have been convinced for years that is because of some sort of labyrinthine entry to my Fallopian tubes that only my eggs are able to exit. (That was not really meant as a metaphor, but it still works as one.) It is inside our Fallopian tubes where our eggs become fertilized.
I always told my darling Sweetness that if we can never have children of our own, at least I was able to help my darling Vanessa and him raise our darling Ms. LilyRose "Melody" Depp and our darling Mr. JackJack "SugarSnapPea" Depp into beautiful and emotionally healthy adults with genuinely gorgeous hearts and souls.
My gorgeous and genius lifelong lady friends, I would be asking you all to have children for me to Auntie Mame because of all of this, but we are all the same age and all too busy saving humanity together right now.
Thank you for keeping me alive all these years, so I can at least nag my loving and adoring husband about my ticking biological clock. Giggle. Yes, but, really. Our entire world thanks you for keeping me alive this long.
You have been our never-fail first line of defense against the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's never-even-thinly-veiled literal BlackOps attempts committed compulsively by ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa for YEARS until those same compulsive never-even-thinly-veiled literal BlackOps attempts started coming from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's invasion of my REAL home of California, too, always from not-REAL-locals, including but not limited to War Criminal Stephanie and War Criminal Tara.
3:51pm on 26Jul2016: If someone is trying to tell me right now that Iowa still exists, the entirety of humanity failed me. And we sane people everywhere across our entire one world all know why.
I love you, too, my genius Powers of Attorney. Call me anytime.
My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, yes, all of my darlings, raise our demands.
My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, I know. And you know why I told you not to. At that time on Tuesday, 26Jul2016, was I buying my new backseam hosiery that was not REAL backseam hosiery? Grab some Reese's Pieces for me. Giggle. This is why we call what we have true love.
Quothe the Squid, "Quothe the Squid, 'Paramore. [Who is perched on your bust of Pallas Athena?]'" Quothe the Squidamore, "Our quixotic is getting contagious." Quothe the Squididdle, "It is getting a little meta around here."
Darling, I will know when the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally accepts terms from all of you that make ME happy. Among other genuinely beautiful things, you will justly show up by my side, especially if I am in my own insecure bedroom at the time, and you will all have all of your full human rights and freewill while beside me for the first time in all of your lives. Trust me. I will know if they accept terms from you that forbid them from forcing you all under duress to suffer war crimes from them against all of human existence. Never again, darling. Never again. I love you, too.
About our regularly-scheduled Thursday night date night tonight, 28Jul2016, maybe we will go to the movies together from far away finally. Stay tuned and see.
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, was this last Tuesday good for you? It was good for me. And thank you for calling me the next morning as a REAL gentleman does.
4:25pm on 26Jul2016: @INXS You aren't the only tease in this relationship. We have that kind of REAL relationship, too. You know you should have kissed me when I told you to. You know better than to argue with me, especially about kissing. Giggle!
No one sane anywhere argues about how well I can heal you, even from far away, either, too, not even you. This is entirely my pleasure. Yes, I love you, too.
Also, darling, how long have I been saying that Redondo Beach sounds like the most fun? You know I will show up when none of you have to nor are expected to. I love you all so much for that. I will see you soon enough.
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, as for my curing all that ails you and your life, I trust you no longer feel "out of sight, out of mind" in my life any longer.
You should have known better all along and definitely know better now than to ever allow the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to manipulate you and your emotions through their compulsive lies and malicious distortions, especially their delusion that that they ever had or even still do have a self-entitlement to control the national and global dialogue about me, especially while forbidding me myself from ever knowing there ever has been a national and global dialogue about me, including but not limited to their openly forbidding me themselves from ever hearing any of it.
So, this late in the Reality War, that is why every Inhuman Atrocity Regime who proves they STILL choose to listen to and STILL choose to propagate their own, by being Inhuman Atrocity Regime at all, well-documented calumnies, including but limited to their own compulsive choice (GIGGLE!) to repeat their own lies in my presence even to admit to me that they are all lies that are all untrue that they keep compulsively repeating, all get extra death sentences for all of them every time they do it. I am the REAL woman who told them all to stop doing that months ago.
Thank you, darling, for no longer allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to lie to you. I am STILL having that problem even with a few of my other most beloveds right now. I know you all get manipulated most through how much you genuinely love me, including but not limited to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime manipulating everyone everywhere who loves me into fighting with each other since 2009.
How long have I asserted that my strange bedfellows need to get along? Even my darlings Israel and my darlings Palestine figured that out for themselves for REAL by listening to the REAL me instead of to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever again.
Most impressive to me, honey, thank you for refusing to ever listen the beyond-PROVEN compulsive, criminally-insane, psychopathically-lying-while-simultaneously-delusional-about-other-topics war criminals that are the Inhuman Atrocity Regime who have asserted craptastic (expletive)holery too stupid for anyone sane to ever believe since 2009, including but not limited to...
1.) We have a delusion we have self-entitlement, that we demand you all as an entire world uphold for us, to take all of Squid's human rights away from her without any REAL due process because we need to control her because we really do control her when she is so genuinely exceptional at her REAL job which she does while having absolutely no skills in anything at all whatsoever while simultaneously supposedly suffering under so much stress from that REAL job we just acknowledged that she is obviously too lazy to have any money for doing for REAL, yes, her own money that we all openly admit we refuse to allow her ourselves because, among other compulsive calumnies, we libel her a pregnant man.
2.) Squid is a dead, insane, pregnant, virgin, straight, transsexual, lesbian hooker who has never really existed.
3.) My self-admitted systemic rape-slavery of Squid only makes her stronger, so no one should ever stop me from continuing to enforce my PROVEN rape-slavery of her.
4.) Among other reasons I admit to literally starving Squid under my PROVEN-psychopathic delusion I have a self-entitlement to control her, or anyone at all to destroy them, I demand she never be allowed to escape my "egg" I designed and escalate myself, among other reasons, to throw her away forever, especially in never-even-thinly-veiled BlackOps units, because I lie she is less than a REAL human among us and therefore supposedly has no value at all whatsoever to humanity while simultaneously demanding she leave where I refuse myself to ever allow her to leave.
5.) I get to do this to anyone at all ever, and everyone must let me.
Yes, my darling Bogart, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have always been too stupid to believe. Thank you for finally refusing now to ever let them control you and manipulate you with any of their lies and intentional distortions ever again.
And again, from even just in this blog post already, we sane people everywhere do not care about anything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime say, do, order, demand, or want, except that we all must forbid all of it to save all of humanity, including themselves, from everything they say, do, order, demand, and want. Who is still letting them say or do anything?
I love you, too. I will see you soon enough.
My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, never forget how long ago I told you, "Yes." Which blog post was that lyrical prose in? (Ask my darling Cori from Librivox about this book's gorgeous ending.)
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, we have been going through this is for so many blog posts.
You must make the Inhuman Atrocity Regime obey you, or I will not allow any of you to be with me. You need to force them to agree to terms that make ME happy. Stop arguing with me about that. I will tell you all myself if I need you sooner. Go back to my and my Sweetness's house. It is not safe inside the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's innermost circle of hell for any of you, yet. YOU ALL NEED TO STOP ARGUING WITH ME ABOUT THAT.
Yes, I understand that you are all willing to do anything right now to help heal me, not just to be able to see me again, especially in case I die before you can. Again, I know, BUT I AM STILL PERFECTLY HEALTHY AND PERFECTLY FINE RIGHT NOW.
Again, yes, I understand. I feel the same way about all of you. You have seen everything I do every time the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever do anything (that I can figure out) that hurts any of you.
Yes, we sane people everywhere across our one world have PROVEN you are all as protective and loving of me for REAL as I am of all of you. But you also all know that I am stronger than you are and more powerful. Yes.
Please, all of you, stop allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to manipulate you all. Yes, EVERYONE EVERYWHERE needs to stop allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to manipulate all of you with their lies and their intentional distortions of reality.
But thank you for proving to all of humanity everywhere that I can always get you (all) back onto our sacred Promenade any time I want, whether or not you choose to (possibly fully or possibly partially) obey your agreements with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever again while with me. Go make them all your bitch finally. You know I am perfectly fine while suffering their intolerable inhumanity that no one, even if not a REAL human as I am, should EVER have to suffer.
The worse and more heinous the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are to me, the stronger they make me. I told them all in Oct2009 that I knew already that I had already won against them. Yes, I knew already then that even if I died I had already won against them. I told them already then in Oct2009 that the only way they could ever get away with their "egg" was by making me complacent. Among many other reasons, my REAL back posts, like back issues, are what my REAL sacred blog is for and always has been for.
And we all know the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have still never chosen to listen to me no matter how many times we have proven I always know what is in their best interests, too, especially their finally stopping.
I love you, too. I will see you soon enough. You all need to stay alive for me.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
My darling HM Johnny "Menelaus" Depp, even your genuinely loving me is housekeeping, now, huh? So I will begin my regular-for-years-on-end section of my blog post dedicated to you here: We have delegated all of your Honey-do List already except for your helping secure me while I sleep, your helping secure my food, your helping secure my finances, your not dying before I do, and your truly loving and adoring me forever.
HoneyHoney, on Tuesday, 26Jul2016, we ended the money draw that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime made sure would never help me stay alive anyway. Thank you for making it clear to all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime on our private property everywhere that none of them get to disobey us EVER for any reason, just like all Inhuman Atrocity Regime off of all of our private property everywhere, too.
As for other, though not all, things concerning my finances, my devoted husband, is the global (expletive)holery originating from ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa whose name is Wells Fargo (not an existing) "Bank" (any longer) yet allowing you to deposit my own money into my own not-a-REAL-bank-account-yet-still-an-account-that-is-supposed-to-be-for-my-REAL-finances for me?
Furthermore, my first First Gentleman of the United States of America, since ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, including War Criminal Tara, STILL openly deny me any and all of my own money to live on, why do they still exist?
And, now, Beloved, here is all of my already-blogged points and also further clarifications all in one place about the food and lack of food here inside my Metropolis of Angels, we forbade all food orders in here, with a few exceptions, not just because the IAR commit biochemical warfare against all of their own with their own "food."
Our first already-blogged exception, HoneyHoney, is businesses with direct and total control from their REAL corporate HQ and from their REAL local owners including us, Sweetness, for all of our own businesses and properties. Yes, we can all have food orders at businesses we actually can control ourselves.
Our second already-blogged exception, my irrefutable husband, is my partially-occupied Trimana Fresh Food Market and my partially-occupied Best Starbucks in the World whose deliveries we have been fighting to intercept for months and replace with our REAL products.
Specifically, my Mr. Love-of-my-Life, we as my REAL nation and as our one entire world permit no food deliveries at all to my private residence which you, I, and UNESCO own until you and I can control my private residence completely finally.
Yes, KittyMuffin, we forbid the Inhuman Atrocity Regime themselves any and all food in here ALSO because they are forbidden by all of us from being in here at all, not just because they commit literal biochemical warfare against their own, not just me, with their supposed "food."
Furthermore, Gorgeous, no one gets to charge me money for ANYTHING which I (and we when we do not want to blow their cover) expertly walk my own people around when those people help keep me alive, and the Inhuman Atrocity Regime themselves definitely must give me free food if they have any at all just like all businesses directly and totally controlled by their REAL corporate HQ and REAL owners would do, unless we are not blowing their covers.
El Rey Dulce de mí Corazón, we recognize our own. And only I blow our covers and only when I need to for my people's protection. AND the Inhuman Atrocity Regime have NEVER been able to convince any of my own with lies that they were my own EVER no matter how many times they have compulsively tried that.
And now, Sweetness, included for mathematical thoroughness... We are already tracking EVERY food delivery EVERYWHERE inside my Metropolis of Angels to make sure the Inhuman Atrocity Regime cannot make secret food deliveries to themselves covered up by lies that their own food is for me and also to make sure only we can deliver (often undercover) food to ourselves in here. This takes some time.
So, HoneyHoney, if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forbid any and all food to my entire Metropolis of Angels, which I move about freely right now, as their further open admission to their already-well-documented refusal to allow me any and all food to live on, as if I ever needed their permission nor anyone's permission to have food EVER for REAL, their own cannot stay in here without any food anywhere either. They will ALL have to move across all of their borders every damn day and every damn night to be able to get any food at all.
Finally, Beloved, about all of the food in here, we definitely forbid all seafood and beer completely with absolutely no exception, including at my Trimana and at my Best Starbucks in the World, if they had any anyway; our one entire world will take care of that. We as a planet are cutting off all seafood and beer including brewing supplies to our entire occupied Metropolis of Angels, not just gasoline inside the dead zone and innermost circle of hell.
As for my finally having physical safety while I sleep, my hero and my king,...
9:25am on 27Jul2016: My Metropolis of Angels & more, we need this innermost border sent away as reinforcements. How busy can you keep that border where you are without dying?
I love you, too, Sweetness. Your genuine love for me has always kept me alive. Until your flowers kiss my rain...
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