More of the Please Say, "Yes."

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Here is my latest blog post. I would love to work with you.

Washington, DC. Obama said the bubble would end this month. Has it ended yet? No. I have also seen no sign of any looser rules on the people around me. America is still completely oppressed. Let Obama know how you feel about his broken promises, this broken trust, and his broken presidency. Click here to tell him what is on your mind.

My beautiful world, do you remember this post (Please Say, "Yes.") and this post (Please Say, "Yes," Again.)? Well, now I have even more requests. Please, my friends, say, "Yes!" As always, too, I am open to proposals from everyone... Even if you do not write your own music, just pick your favorite songwriter and come up with something we can work together on.

Now, Fun., I was hoping you could write a song out of my protesters' battle cries. Would you do that for me? Would you make a battle cry our great duet together? I love your unison-cry-from-the-dark sound. Please say, "Yes."

As for you, Ellie Goulding, you should have accepted the driving lessons I offered you in Mexico. Will you please write us a very effeminate yet very bad ass song in tight harmonies about the relationship between me and Syniva, my BFF? I already asked Yoko Ono to write a song about Syniva, but I want the song from you to be about the two of us and the BFF relationship. Would you do this for me? I love your bad ass effeminate voice and would love to sing in tight harmonies with it. Thank you.

I was hoping you would collaborate on something sexy with me, Wiz Khalifa. I want to write something so sexy with you that it makes people uncomfortable. Sometimes, when I feel my Sweetness approaching, I get my happily ever after in his arms on my mind. I want to make some music with you about that inner primal need to be with the person designed by the heavens for us to be with. Please say, "Yes."

Madonna, I know you are not a songwriter, but do you mind picking out you favorite songwriter and writing a duet for us? I want to sing with you about what it is like to be a mother, a successful sexy working loving mother. Would you be willing to work with me?

Yes, and Neil Diamond, I finally figured out what I want to work with you on. Would you be willing to write a song for me about my brave rescuers? I wrote a poem in July 2012 after reading an article in the New York Times about my Sweetness publishing a book by Woody Guthrie. I would love to make a song out of this poem, and it just screams Neil Diamond to me. Are you willing to work with me? Here is the poem...

Because Freedom is Never Free

When you stand upon the field or river,
Gun in your hand, sun in your eyes,
Do you know your place in the heart of the world?
To end the crimes, abuse, and lies?

There were two Lexingtons I remember,
A Gettysburg and a Concord.
But where Wisconsin meets Iowa,
The Mighty Miss could not afford.

I heard the world calling to me for help,
And so many answered for me.
What is in their hearts when they go to fight?
What is the better world they see?

Every soldier has a deep story.
Sailor by sailor sings with life.
Every pilot has a family.
I am their mother. I am their wife.

I heard the world calling to me for help,
And so many answered for me.
The bad boys, special force, and nerds,
I'll bring the better world they see.

I'll bring the better world they see.
Because freedom is never free.
I'll be the better world they see.
Because freedom is never free.

My brave rescuers, you mean so much to me. I tell people who ask me what I do for a living the truth. My job is saving the world. I do it in no small part because of how much you believe in me. Your love never lets me down.

My brave rescuers, I have no money, no car, no passport, and no idea where to meet you. I cannot go to you. I need a lift; otherwise, I would be there with you already. I do not need an army to come pick me up. I just need someone with a car to drive me to your camp in Wisconsin. No one will attack us on the road as long as the rules are still being enforced; that is the same reason no one is trying to shoot me right now. It will just be a road trip with a friend. I can take out my contact and leave my hacked phone in the apartment. Please consider it. I just need a simple lift. I do not need an army to give me the lift.

My beautiful world, I was told I was exaggerating when I told a man I save the world as my job. I was literally told I was 'overweening' when I said I am a big deal. That is the kind of crap person I am surrounded with in Iowa. It is not that they just do not believe. It is that they attack and insult on top of refusing to believe. There must be some way to get the truth to the masses. I refuse to believe people are as inherently evil as Iowans behave. Maybe they just need to be told the truth. Please try spreading the truth into Iowa for me, my beautiful world. No one here knows, or Iowans are naturally evil people.

SynSyn, please be gentle but firm with my mother. Please make sure Dina has enough money to live on comfortably. And THANK YOU for all of your genius progress out there. I was told to be patient and have faith your legal action will free me. I cannot wait to hug you at last.

Sweetness, if they could publish a book I was not allowed to know was ever published of pornography they slandered me with by claiming I wrote it, then you can publish my real writing and not tell me about it either. SynSyn has explicit control of my copyrights. Please consider publishing the final final of Infamy and Whiskeyless Fictions for me, and to round out the collection, publish my non-romantic poetry anthology David Tennant has been collecting for me. Put all three together in one volume. Did I ever let you read my novel that starts in Nuku Hiva?