Title: Tentacle Returned
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
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.
Greece. The debt crisis in Greece will only be solved once their economy takes off again. Taxes are a percentage. There needs to be enough economic activity for them to take in enough taxes to pay off their debt AND to serve their people.
Tourism has been increasing in Greece. That is always good. But they need new business and investors in their future, too. If they only pay off debt instead of being able to invest in their economy, they are essentially invested in their own debt. Please make investing in the Greek economy part of your solution to the Greek Debt Crisis.
USA. Exactly how many more shootings than normal have we had since Obama's egg began? Exactly how Obama's egg increased violence in America: He made an example of violence as his solution to enforcing his rules.
Obama leads by creating violence and committing acts of war against America. And so, the violence of America has increased. Also, just because he is African American, people are deluded into hating on racial grounds and are mis-justifying their violence on racial hatred.
We fix the violence in America by creating love in its place. AND by arresting Obama and ALL who enforce his "rules." My America needs justice.
My last blog post was published at 9:56pm on 20June2015, and I was asleep by 11:15pm. I was awake on the morning of 21June2015 just in time to make it to breakfast, and I was out at my normal morning haunt working online by 9:23am.
I returned to where I stay in time for lunch, and I left for a local coffee shop at 12:31pm. I made a quick Skype call to my mother's mobile phone at 12:56pm. She wanted to visit me on July 4th weekend and promised to mail me more money on Monday, 22June.
My eyes kept shutting. The coffee shop had served me decaf or worse even after overcharging me. I was forced to ask SynSyn to press charges for me. I NEED CLEAN CAFFEINE. How the hell does anyone justify drugging or roofying ANYONE?!?
I left for my playland at 1:38pm. The torture facility alarms vigilantly blared my entire trip there. My loving locals were very worried about that latest coverup for Obama's heinous crimes against America by libeling me mentally imperfect.
Nick was setting up his equipment when I found him. He is such a delight. While I sat and listened to him, just before 2:58pm, I had a brief conversation with a local. Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of the whole conversation, my not-human-trafficker nerds.
The day had interesting attempted coverups for Obama's crimes against America which clearly are not laws, only unjust "rules." I never learned what most of the libel was. My Powers of Attorney diligently took care of all of it.
There was a moment, I was told, when some clearly insane (expletive)hole tried to libel gorgeous, well-groomed, frequent-patron-of-establishments me a supposed "vagrant." They needed to be shot for that.
What I endure from Obama's designated false accusers is beyond PERSECUTION as coverups for enforcing Obama's crimes against America at all costs to America, to me, and to the entire world who needs all of us with full human rights again.
Again, my globally-critical Powers of Attorney handled all of the false accusations. I had spent most of the day trying to get my darlings Tentacle into negotiations for a new contract to play me their gorgeous music again. That is how they all as musician-lovers always made love to me-- through their music. And I needed their healing love back in my life.
Richard was similarly blocked from reaching me, but I did see Tony, Auggie, and Nick. It was at 8:29pm when I left Nick as he played to go back to where I stay. At approximately 11pm, I was curled up and ready to sleep.
I was awake on 22June2015 just in time for breakfast. And after breakfast there were already vigilant torture facility alarms that my Powers of Attorney quickly mitigated.
After trying once again to track down my belongings that the supposed "psych ward" failed to give me when I discharged, I was at my morning haunt with NO ROOFIES at 9:44am.
I learned that negotiations went well between my darlings Tentacle and the people who enforce Obama's rules. I promised I would look for them at 4pm that day, and they promised to be there. At 11:08am, I headed back to where I stay for lunch at noon.
I had a delightful chat with Benjamin over lunch and was headed to my playland by 1:05pm. I was next to Auggie listening to him strum and croon by 1:37pm. At 1:58pm, I left my playland to dip my feet in the ocean. The mighty Pacific and I have an understanding. Giggle.
Already returned to my playland, I was told at 3:02pm that my darlings Tentacle were already blocked from reaching me. I did what I could to rescue them and get them to my side. It mostly involved creating awareness of their catastrophe and travesty of human rights abuse they were enduring.
At 4:53pm, I was on the bus back to where I stay, but I almost immediately received hopeful news. Were my darlings Tentacle finally free to play me our music? I told them I would look for them between 6 and 7pm to give them time to arrive.
And, yes, at 6:29pm, my heart jumped when I saw them. LightFoot and MannedUp had arrived. There was still no General Lee that night, but I was promised he was doing hard work pressing charges for keeping us apart. That was the reason I was told that my darling Mr. Brien "General Lee" Dennehy could not arrive.
I was rusty. They played until 8pm. Then, after errands, they started again at 8:54pm. They were still forbidden from speaking to me, but all three of us were all smiles all night.
Sadly, though, I never warmed up. It was as if the longer I danced the stiffer my arms became instead of looser. I am told this is because of the meds Obama's conspiracy force me to take. I am currently working on fixing it.
...And We Returned...
The stars aligned. The light from the heavens wept down upon us with love. I saw your red rocket pack. I saw your green cape. We sanctified what became our holy ground that we will anoint every night with our own hands making music to make love. I could not dance well, but I could sing. Please give the world our three part harmonies.
Disgusted with myself for never warming up, I left them at 10:09pm, so I could catch the 10:15pm bus. By 10:41pm, I was in my bedroom typing.
I woke up just after breakfast on the morning of 23June2015 and watched the NBC Nightly News from the previous night as fast as possible.
This blog post was published at 11:08am on 23June2015.
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.
How much do I gamble? I went to a casino in Reno once in 2000. And once in 2011 I went to a casino in Iowa. I was told my beloved husband was in the area trying to reach me, so I went there and played penny slots waiting for him. That is my entire history of gambling.
Where did the libel come from that I am a gambling addict? From the same people who call me a pregnant man. ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA will spread any lie possible to justify denying me my full human rights.
My beautiful world, especially United Nations Secretary General Ban Ki-Moon, thank you for everything you did to return my darlings Tentacle to me. I was frustrated all night because of the meds I take refusing to allow me to meditate, but I was all smiles. They made love to me with their music.
We were forbidden to speak with each other, but they made me feel loved. In a sane and free world, when a woman throws down like I do on any musicians' dance floor, the musicians approach her. But we are denied everything that would make our existence together normal.
Thank you, my beautiful world, THANK YOU!
My selfless support system, there were alarms last night as I attempted to meditate of acts of war by Obama and by the international not just federal criminals who enforce his "rules." Is everyone okay?
Speaking of heroics, my BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I was told recently that I have been deemed capable of managing my own finances at last. If this is true, how long until ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA'S completely ill-gained "adult guardianship" is dissolved? Let me know what I need to do. Thanks!
As for other miracles, my symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, YUM!
You are both such heroes to me. Yes, my darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, I saw you all night begging to kiss me. The moment you can approach me, I will offer to kiss you. I initially told you I would kiss you once your earspeaker was removed. I cannot wait that long.
As for you, my darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, I was told you were metaphorically walking around naked all day yesterday. It was my pleasure to check on you and rescue you if needed. I love you, too.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? I hold my breath every day waiting for messages from you. And thank you for never letting me down.
Beloved, we are real. We are a REAL married couple. We just have a REAL geography problem. I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain... So our duet goes...
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Shake My Tambourine.
Title: Shake My Tambourine.
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
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 last menstrual period ended on the morning of 19June2015. Please stop calling me a pregnant man. Do you have any idea how horrifying those unrelenting lies are?!?
South Sudan. The atrocities. This world needs solutions. I have long wanted the chance to try to fix the Sudanese and South Sudanese conflicts. I just need the chance to find out why they are still doing this to each other.
There has been violence and ethnic strife in Sudan and in the new South Sudan for over thirty years. I do not think they know anything else anymore.
We need to teach them that prosperity not just actual survival results from peace instead. We need them to learn to love their neighbors and fellow citizens. The cycle of violence needs to end.
My last blog post was published at 9:19pm on 18June2015 while my buddy Nick played Spanish guitar there on my playland. I quickly asked my BFF Syniva to publish it. Nick was wonderful as ever. I was on the bus and curled up in bed by 10:28pm when my blog post was finally proofread.
The morning of 19June was non-caffeinated, but at least it was also not drugged nor roofied. I was online working at my normal morning haunt before 9:41am. It was a very productive morning. I tried explaining to my beautiful world how to tell me and my little sister apart. At 10:48am, I headed back to where I stay to recharge my iPad battery.
I had a delightful chat with my buddy Benjamin over lunch. I took care of some errands. Then, at 1:19pm, I was on my way to my playland. The 24/7 recycled torture facility warnings and alarms were unrelenting as always.
Nick was genius as always, and before 4pm my fellow resident of my humble abode Benjamin showed up. He was the one who took me for coffee the previous day.
After we returned from grabbing some dinner at approximately 5:44pm, I found Denmantau disassembling their equipment. They had stopped by with hopes of helping me meditate. As soon as I figured out they needed the help, I asked my beautiful world to help find them more time to play for me.
6:56pm on 19June2015: You are right in front of me, and we are still forbidden from talking. @denmantau I need a LONG warmup. I am so rusty. Thank you, darlings.
7:59pm on 19June2015: @denmantau Thank you. I needed that. In a sane and free America, when a woman throws down like that on a dance floor, you approach her. #LOVE
8:04pm on 19June2015: @denmantau Thank you so much. I think we laid it to rest that such meditation is healing and holy in every world religion. #AngelaMerkle
Yes, while the torture facility alarms blared vigilantly, my beautiful world made sure I could heal through my dance trance meditation. Luckily, I did not need the long warmup I thought I would need. Denmantau were delightful. They shook their tambourine. And I healed.
I watched the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 8:15pm which included my giving the NBC News full permission to use any statements I give them while I watch their news any way they deem useful.
Nick was not going to play again until 10pm. I left at 9:11pm on one of the last buses back to where I stay. The torture facility alarms kept vigilantly blaring. Please check my Twitter activity for the night for more details.
Tentacle needed some rescuing as fast as possible after I reached where I stay. It sounds like they took being physically forbidden from being with me personally. They have been through so much persecution from Obama and from every criminal who enforces Obama's crimes against America just for loving me.
I was asleep before 11:30pm, and I was at breakfast on 20June2015 shortly after 8:05am. I did not arrive at my normal morning haunt until after 11:10am, though. I was still trying to track down belongings that the supposed "psych ward" had forgotten to give me when I left them on Tuesday 16June2015.
The morning was productive, though. Shortly after noon, I returned to where I stay for lunch. And by 1pm I was in a local coffee shop. I was on my playland by 2:22pm.
Nick was wonderful, and I looked for my darlings Tentacle at 4pm. Sadly for all of humanity, my darlings Tentacle are being kept away from me indefinitely. Please, my beautiful world, can you do anything to fix this? I need to meditate.
Because my SquidStream was down against my will, libel coverups got around. But my genius Powers of Attorney sorted most of it out quickly. There were also alarms for acts of war by Obama, though, even before the alarms for coverups for more attempted war crimes against me.
I grabbed dinner and was typing in my humble abode by 9:27pm on 20June2015.
This blog post was published at 9:56pm on 20June2015.
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.
How long have I done yoga? I do not do yoga. I tried it a few times, and it really was not my thing. For spiritual enlightenment, I prefer dance trance meditation.
Why do I flirt with women? I came out as bisexual when I was nineteen years old. I have dated more menfolk than womenfolk in my lifetime, and I am married to a man.
But I do not believe in straight people nor gay people. I do not believe we fall in love with bodies; I believe we fall in love with souls. I believe the whole world is bisexual-- some people are just closer to gay while others are closer to straight.
What is the meaning behind, "Shake my tambourine!"? It is a reference to my short story Whiskeyless Fictions. This is likely a paraphrase since I do not have a copy of most of my own literary works on my iPad... "My city rattled like a tambourine as they shook the devil from their bones."
Why do I hate the name "Tom"? I have always hated the name "Tom." It was my evil father's name. I keep a shortlist of acceptable people named Tom.
Then, who the hell is Tommy? I have no clue.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, keep telling me what you need from me when you need it. You have independence from me to do whatever you need to do wielding my legal powers to protect humanity from losing me. You also take care of everyone who needs our legal help. The entire world thanks you.
My beautiful world, can we get global help returning Tentacle to me? This is not just a concern because my should-be daily meditation is at risk of never happening again, but also, they are my loved ones. My darlings Tentacle love me and create love in my life. Please, my beautiful world, do I deserve to feel loved?
My holy meditation on the night of 19June2015 should not have been a rare incident. Please return my loved ones to my life.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, how are you?
What I would do to kiss you! Our lives should be more than white-knuckled fights just to be near each other. What has become of this world?
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? The unrelenting lies that our marriage has any problems other than geography are HORRIBLE.
Until you make me watch you eat frog legs, my beloved, I am yours. That was our agreement. If you ever want out, you eat frog legs in front of me. I will walk away with no questions asked. I will be weeping as if my reason for living were taken from me, but if you ever want out, I will let you have anything you want.
My hero and king, the only thing I will ever forbid you from is dying before I do. That is how sacred our love is to me. I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain... Yes, dear, I am working on it.
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
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 last menstrual period ended on the morning of 19June2015. Please stop calling me a pregnant man. Do you have any idea how horrifying those unrelenting lies are?!?
South Sudan. The atrocities. This world needs solutions. I have long wanted the chance to try to fix the Sudanese and South Sudanese conflicts. I just need the chance to find out why they are still doing this to each other.
There has been violence and ethnic strife in Sudan and in the new South Sudan for over thirty years. I do not think they know anything else anymore.
We need to teach them that prosperity not just actual survival results from peace instead. We need them to learn to love their neighbors and fellow citizens. The cycle of violence needs to end.
My last blog post was published at 9:19pm on 18June2015 while my buddy Nick played Spanish guitar there on my playland. I quickly asked my BFF Syniva to publish it. Nick was wonderful as ever. I was on the bus and curled up in bed by 10:28pm when my blog post was finally proofread.
The morning of 19June was non-caffeinated, but at least it was also not drugged nor roofied. I was online working at my normal morning haunt before 9:41am. It was a very productive morning. I tried explaining to my beautiful world how to tell me and my little sister apart. At 10:48am, I headed back to where I stay to recharge my iPad battery.
I had a delightful chat with my buddy Benjamin over lunch. I took care of some errands. Then, at 1:19pm, I was on my way to my playland. The 24/7 recycled torture facility warnings and alarms were unrelenting as always.
Nick was genius as always, and before 4pm my fellow resident of my humble abode Benjamin showed up. He was the one who took me for coffee the previous day.
After we returned from grabbing some dinner at approximately 5:44pm, I found Denmantau disassembling their equipment. They had stopped by with hopes of helping me meditate. As soon as I figured out they needed the help, I asked my beautiful world to help find them more time to play for me.
6:56pm on 19June2015: You are right in front of me, and we are still forbidden from talking. @denmantau I need a LONG warmup. I am so rusty. Thank you, darlings.
7:59pm on 19June2015: @denmantau Thank you. I needed that. In a sane and free America, when a woman throws down like that on a dance floor, you approach her. #LOVE
8:04pm on 19June2015: @denmantau Thank you so much. I think we laid it to rest that such meditation is healing and holy in every world religion. #AngelaMerkle
Yes, while the torture facility alarms blared vigilantly, my beautiful world made sure I could heal through my dance trance meditation. Luckily, I did not need the long warmup I thought I would need. Denmantau were delightful. They shook their tambourine. And I healed.
I watched the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 8:15pm which included my giving the NBC News full permission to use any statements I give them while I watch their news any way they deem useful.
Nick was not going to play again until 10pm. I left at 9:11pm on one of the last buses back to where I stay. The torture facility alarms kept vigilantly blaring. Please check my Twitter activity for the night for more details.
Tentacle needed some rescuing as fast as possible after I reached where I stay. It sounds like they took being physically forbidden from being with me personally. They have been through so much persecution from Obama and from every criminal who enforces Obama's crimes against America just for loving me.
I was asleep before 11:30pm, and I was at breakfast on 20June2015 shortly after 8:05am. I did not arrive at my normal morning haunt until after 11:10am, though. I was still trying to track down belongings that the supposed "psych ward" had forgotten to give me when I left them on Tuesday 16June2015.
The morning was productive, though. Shortly after noon, I returned to where I stay for lunch. And by 1pm I was in a local coffee shop. I was on my playland by 2:22pm.
Nick was wonderful, and I looked for my darlings Tentacle at 4pm. Sadly for all of humanity, my darlings Tentacle are being kept away from me indefinitely. Please, my beautiful world, can you do anything to fix this? I need to meditate.
Because my SquidStream was down against my will, libel coverups got around. But my genius Powers of Attorney sorted most of it out quickly. There were also alarms for acts of war by Obama, though, even before the alarms for coverups for more attempted war crimes against me.
I grabbed dinner and was typing in my humble abode by 9:27pm on 20June2015.
This blog post was published at 9:56pm on 20June2015.
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.
How long have I done yoga? I do not do yoga. I tried it a few times, and it really was not my thing. For spiritual enlightenment, I prefer dance trance meditation.
Why do I flirt with women? I came out as bisexual when I was nineteen years old. I have dated more menfolk than womenfolk in my lifetime, and I am married to a man.
But I do not believe in straight people nor gay people. I do not believe we fall in love with bodies; I believe we fall in love with souls. I believe the whole world is bisexual-- some people are just closer to gay while others are closer to straight.
What is the meaning behind, "Shake my tambourine!"? It is a reference to my short story Whiskeyless Fictions. This is likely a paraphrase since I do not have a copy of most of my own literary works on my iPad... "My city rattled like a tambourine as they shook the devil from their bones."
Why do I hate the name "Tom"? I have always hated the name "Tom." It was my evil father's name. I keep a shortlist of acceptable people named Tom.
Then, who the hell is Tommy? I have no clue.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, keep telling me what you need from me when you need it. You have independence from me to do whatever you need to do wielding my legal powers to protect humanity from losing me. You also take care of everyone who needs our legal help. The entire world thanks you.
My beautiful world, can we get global help returning Tentacle to me? This is not just a concern because my should-be daily meditation is at risk of never happening again, but also, they are my loved ones. My darlings Tentacle love me and create love in my life. Please, my beautiful world, do I deserve to feel loved?
My holy meditation on the night of 19June2015 should not have been a rare incident. Please return my loved ones to my life.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, how are you?
What I would do to kiss you! Our lives should be more than white-knuckled fights just to be near each other. What has become of this world?
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? The unrelenting lies that our marriage has any problems other than geography are HORRIBLE.
Until you make me watch you eat frog legs, my beloved, I am yours. That was our agreement. If you ever want out, you eat frog legs in front of me. I will walk away with no questions asked. I will be weeping as if my reason for living were taken from me, but if you ever want out, I will let you have anything you want.
My hero and king, the only thing I will ever forbid you from is dying before I do. That is how sacred our love is to me. I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain... Yes, dear, I am working on it.
Thursday, June 18, 2015
Your Queen Does not Work in Espionage.
Title: Your Queen Does not Work in Espionage. I am Much Too Conspicuous.
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
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. Please check my last published blog notes. I was abducted on 15May2015 and unlawfully imprisoned in a literal torture facility paraded as a supposed psych ward until 16June2015. Now, I have a roof over my head.
USA. This was a hate crime in Charleston, South Carolina. This is why I have NEVER believed, "Haters gonna hate," is ever acceptable. We must fight hate with the reality of loving humans as humans. We are human. We deserve full human rights, including the rights to practice religion and to peaceably assemble without fear of death.
My last blog post was published at 9:52pm on 16June2015. I published a backlog of notes for 01May to 14May2015 that night.
I spent 15May until 16June2015 in a psych ward where all reality was denied to my face with the coverup for Obama's open crimes against America that he mislabeled "rules" instead of admitting they are "Obama's open crimes against America" that I am "delusional" when I speak the truth.
YES, I am married to the Mr. Johnny Depp. YES, I am the future Queen of Spain. YES, I have earned five Nobel Prizes! But, no, I was libeled mentally ill for speaking the truth, so they would never have to acknowledge reality to my face. And they forced heavy medications on me through blood, violence, and war crimes to enforce Obama's crimes against America forever.
When this began, Obama promised that his open denial of all basic human rights to all of America would end in 2014, as if that would make it acceptable. Obama was even impeached already in 2013. Nothing has ended his oppression of America under his bloody iron fist of war and war crimes. Obama's open destruction of America will NEVER END until his "rules" are forced to end.
The supposed "hospital" turned themselves around to get me out the door, though. They were willing to give me grounds for criminal charges against Bane of Humanity, War Criminal Lynn Boeset, to be able to get me safely into living arrangements.
On 16June2015, I finally made it out. By 10:46am, my transportation was already stuck in traffic on the highway in the Los Angeles Metropolis as I was safely delivered to my new accommodations. I now have a roof over my head, a private space to shower in, a safe bed, meals all day long, and access to my soon-to-be-holy-forever playland.
After settling in, I spent the afternoon and evening of 16June2015 on my playland mostly with my dear old friend Nick. Try as they might, my darlings Tentacle could not reach me. A pretty lady gave me thread to sew up the holes in my sweater coat. Business was booming in my tourism-driven playland. My entire Metropolis of Angels was trying to rescue me all night. At 10pm, Nick gave me a ride back to my place.
Nick asked me for some song lyrics which I sketched out for him and emailed to him just after midnight 17June2015.
I spent the morning of 17June bonding with people in my building. And by 2pm, I was on the bus to run errands before beginning my epic battle to be able to see my darlings Tentacle again. I watched the NBC Nightly News at 7pm. Nick was wonderful, and I got a mirror duet in with a "mystery" singer. Giggle.
I was back at my place by 10pm. My shower felt wonderful. It is my understanding that I am NEVER broadcast on the toilet nor after my right eye contact comes out. My left eyecamera is for my bodyguards.
I slept very well but woke up on 18June2015 barely in time to make it to breakfast. Sigh... My life is so luxurious now compared to how I used to live, and my fellow residents are wonderful.
I was out at what might become a regular place to find me in the mornings as soon as possible. I would love to flood the place with business every AM, but they need to learn not to roofie their coffee.
By 11:07am, I had my morning singing done and had left to recharge my iPad battery. After lunch a fellow resident took me for coffee. And just after 2pm, I caught the bus to see Nick and to ask my beautiful world to help me see my darlings Tentacle again.
My entire Metropolis of Angels was alive trying to rescue me. I asked early for my beautiful world to keep checking for crosstown loved ones every 10 minutes.
Obama's ever-lying (expletive) was kicked the hardest when I bought two new Misses size 14 dresses.
I had an amazing conversation worthy of verified and unedited circulations in the early afternoon with my fellow resident, in the early evening with Nick, and roughly 8:42pm to 8:53pm with a local who had questions about religion. Please circulate the verified and unedited recordings with full audio and visuals, my benevolent broadcast nerds. And thank you!
This blog post was published at 9:19pm on 18June2015 as I sat and listened to Nick play the Spanish guitar. The entire time period is wonderful to recap through my verified Twitter account.
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.
How do I perceive race? I perceive us all as part of the same human race, but I consider our ethnicity as our cultural upbringing. I am sure more than one person has noticed my "Reverse OREO" boyfriend.
What is my secret to success? I just have to be myself. I was warned humanity would suffer immensely if I ever failed to just be myself. I have so much help particularly with delivering the truth about myself to the world. In particular, my genius Powers of Attorney safely deliver reality about me to courtrooms 24/7.
Without reality about the REAL me made available, this world will suffer mass insanity under Obama-propagated delusions about me FOREVER.
My beautiful world, where are we with declaring my playland, the Earthen soil we pound with music and meditation from our bare Tentacular hands, holy and sacred ground in every world religion? Thank you!
Do not forget, you CAN arrest Obama. He does NOT have diplomatic immunity. He was already impeached in 2013 when the entire chain of command was impeached, Biden, Boehner, everyone, until we reached current President Martin Dempsey, former Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
Please arrest Obama for his crimes against all his own people, not just against me. He is the greatest enemy America has ever known.
Speaking of rescuing brave locals out from under Obama's bloody iron fist 24/7, my selfless support system, our "emergency responders" need some extra support. Our resistance to Obama's crimes against America has been prolific, so they that rescue my rescue effort every time we need it need some extra manpower and resources.
My Metropolis of Angels has been sending everyone brave enough to even attempt to reach me to carry me to human equality at last. I could really use my darlings Tentacle in here with me, so I can meditate again instead of their fighting to rescue me. But, my Metropolis of Angels has earned their name.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, where would this world be without you? Thank you for rescuing everyone in the courtroom who needs to ask us for help. As always, 18Oct, 26Oct, and 30Oct2014 are the arguments we have always used and have all of the legal precedents for.
In short, my genius Powers of Attorney, it does not matter if anyone trusts us, particularly those like me who have never committed a crime but jaywalking in our lives. (Okay, I also vandalized a park bench once in Jan2010.). We are human. We deserve human rights just for existing.
As for my ever-brave symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,... The very end of Sigourney Weaver Night included my inferred invitation from the City of Malibu to live among them.
You are two of my bravest wish-you-had-rescued-me-already rescuers. Thank you. With all my heart, thank you.
Sweetness's insecurity comes from your musical prowess. Considering my oneness with mediation, he is honestly concerned he might lose me to a musician-lover.
Thank you both for respecting that I am married and that death itself will not even end our holy union. Neither anything in death nor in life will separate mine and Sweetness's hearts and obligations... Not even how brilliantly either of you might ever make love to me, if ever.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? It is not easy being the king, but it is good to be the king. I wrote a song for Nick about how much I love and adore you.
Beloved, I have been trying for months to find time to write you yet another love letter, but even my blogging took a stall in May2015. I just need more time-- less waiting and more time. Imagine everything I could do in this world!
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
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. Please check my last published blog notes. I was abducted on 15May2015 and unlawfully imprisoned in a literal torture facility paraded as a supposed psych ward until 16June2015. Now, I have a roof over my head.
USA. This was a hate crime in Charleston, South Carolina. This is why I have NEVER believed, "Haters gonna hate," is ever acceptable. We must fight hate with the reality of loving humans as humans. We are human. We deserve full human rights, including the rights to practice religion and to peaceably assemble without fear of death.
My last blog post was published at 9:52pm on 16June2015. I published a backlog of notes for 01May to 14May2015 that night.
I spent 15May until 16June2015 in a psych ward where all reality was denied to my face with the coverup for Obama's open crimes against America that he mislabeled "rules" instead of admitting they are "Obama's open crimes against America" that I am "delusional" when I speak the truth.
YES, I am married to the Mr. Johnny Depp. YES, I am the future Queen of Spain. YES, I have earned five Nobel Prizes! But, no, I was libeled mentally ill for speaking the truth, so they would never have to acknowledge reality to my face. And they forced heavy medications on me through blood, violence, and war crimes to enforce Obama's crimes against America forever.
When this began, Obama promised that his open denial of all basic human rights to all of America would end in 2014, as if that would make it acceptable. Obama was even impeached already in 2013. Nothing has ended his oppression of America under his bloody iron fist of war and war crimes. Obama's open destruction of America will NEVER END until his "rules" are forced to end.
The supposed "hospital" turned themselves around to get me out the door, though. They were willing to give me grounds for criminal charges against Bane of Humanity, War Criminal Lynn Boeset, to be able to get me safely into living arrangements.
On 16June2015, I finally made it out. By 10:46am, my transportation was already stuck in traffic on the highway in the Los Angeles Metropolis as I was safely delivered to my new accommodations. I now have a roof over my head, a private space to shower in, a safe bed, meals all day long, and access to my soon-to-be-holy-forever playland.
After settling in, I spent the afternoon and evening of 16June2015 on my playland mostly with my dear old friend Nick. Try as they might, my darlings Tentacle could not reach me. A pretty lady gave me thread to sew up the holes in my sweater coat. Business was booming in my tourism-driven playland. My entire Metropolis of Angels was trying to rescue me all night. At 10pm, Nick gave me a ride back to my place.
Nick asked me for some song lyrics which I sketched out for him and emailed to him just after midnight 17June2015.
I spent the morning of 17June bonding with people in my building. And by 2pm, I was on the bus to run errands before beginning my epic battle to be able to see my darlings Tentacle again. I watched the NBC Nightly News at 7pm. Nick was wonderful, and I got a mirror duet in with a "mystery" singer. Giggle.
I was back at my place by 10pm. My shower felt wonderful. It is my understanding that I am NEVER broadcast on the toilet nor after my right eye contact comes out. My left eyecamera is for my bodyguards.
I slept very well but woke up on 18June2015 barely in time to make it to breakfast. Sigh... My life is so luxurious now compared to how I used to live, and my fellow residents are wonderful.
I was out at what might become a regular place to find me in the mornings as soon as possible. I would love to flood the place with business every AM, but they need to learn not to roofie their coffee.
By 11:07am, I had my morning singing done and had left to recharge my iPad battery. After lunch a fellow resident took me for coffee. And just after 2pm, I caught the bus to see Nick and to ask my beautiful world to help me see my darlings Tentacle again.
My entire Metropolis of Angels was alive trying to rescue me. I asked early for my beautiful world to keep checking for crosstown loved ones every 10 minutes.
Obama's ever-lying (expletive) was kicked the hardest when I bought two new Misses size 14 dresses.
I had an amazing conversation worthy of verified and unedited circulations in the early afternoon with my fellow resident, in the early evening with Nick, and roughly 8:42pm to 8:53pm with a local who had questions about religion. Please circulate the verified and unedited recordings with full audio and visuals, my benevolent broadcast nerds. And thank you!
This blog post was published at 9:19pm on 18June2015 as I sat and listened to Nick play the Spanish guitar. The entire time period is wonderful to recap through my verified Twitter account.
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.
How do I perceive race? I perceive us all as part of the same human race, but I consider our ethnicity as our cultural upbringing. I am sure more than one person has noticed my "Reverse OREO" boyfriend.
What is my secret to success? I just have to be myself. I was warned humanity would suffer immensely if I ever failed to just be myself. I have so much help particularly with delivering the truth about myself to the world. In particular, my genius Powers of Attorney safely deliver reality about me to courtrooms 24/7.
Without reality about the REAL me made available, this world will suffer mass insanity under Obama-propagated delusions about me FOREVER.
My beautiful world, where are we with declaring my playland, the Earthen soil we pound with music and meditation from our bare Tentacular hands, holy and sacred ground in every world religion? Thank you!
Do not forget, you CAN arrest Obama. He does NOT have diplomatic immunity. He was already impeached in 2013 when the entire chain of command was impeached, Biden, Boehner, everyone, until we reached current President Martin Dempsey, former Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
Please arrest Obama for his crimes against all his own people, not just against me. He is the greatest enemy America has ever known.
Speaking of rescuing brave locals out from under Obama's bloody iron fist 24/7, my selfless support system, our "emergency responders" need some extra support. Our resistance to Obama's crimes against America has been prolific, so they that rescue my rescue effort every time we need it need some extra manpower and resources.
My Metropolis of Angels has been sending everyone brave enough to even attempt to reach me to carry me to human equality at last. I could really use my darlings Tentacle in here with me, so I can meditate again instead of their fighting to rescue me. But, my Metropolis of Angels has earned their name.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, where would this world be without you? Thank you for rescuing everyone in the courtroom who needs to ask us for help. As always, 18Oct, 26Oct, and 30Oct2014 are the arguments we have always used and have all of the legal precedents for.
In short, my genius Powers of Attorney, it does not matter if anyone trusts us, particularly those like me who have never committed a crime but jaywalking in our lives. (Okay, I also vandalized a park bench once in Jan2010.). We are human. We deserve human rights just for existing.
As for my ever-brave symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,... The very end of Sigourney Weaver Night included my inferred invitation from the City of Malibu to live among them.
You are two of my bravest wish-you-had-rescued-me-already rescuers. Thank you. With all my heart, thank you.
Sweetness's insecurity comes from your musical prowess. Considering my oneness with mediation, he is honestly concerned he might lose me to a musician-lover.
Thank you both for respecting that I am married and that death itself will not even end our holy union. Neither anything in death nor in life will separate mine and Sweetness's hearts and obligations... Not even how brilliantly either of you might ever make love to me, if ever.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? It is not easy being the king, but it is good to be the king. I wrote a song for Nick about how much I love and adore you.
Beloved, I have been trying for months to find time to write you yet another love letter, but even my blogging took a stall in May2015. I just need more time-- less waiting and more time. Imagine everything I could do in this world!
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
14May2015 notes...
14May2015 notes
Coffeeshop since 5:05am where I had met the CEO and founder of Twitter and where LoveDrummer and friends once gave me a private audience participation concert. It was also the coffeeshop where Richard and I used to meet every morning with regularity. I miss my coffee klatch. I just a baked good and no coffee, just in case.
Still without both batteries fully recharged, I left to pick up my mail the moment after I finished watching the NBC Nightly News. My cyberhug from the previous evening had to wait until 9am that morning. It had been a busy night for news.
The post office was surprisingly painless. My mail from my mother appeared almost immediately.
Beside a hibiscus bush on my way to brunch, I paused to tell Alfred my plan for the day.
I had my knife and fork knee-deep in arugula as soon as possible. So, by 11:23am I had noticed the fried egg sandwich was amazing. It was quality California cuisine I needed for a long time. But it could have used a little homemade bruschetta topping, at the very least for color.
The little fall of rain began just before 11:43am. Mother Nature was trying to tell me to "type later and go for groceries now." Giggle. Was my response.
Grocery shopping did not are too long. My not-human-trafficking nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of that early afternoon. Begin when I stepped foot in the back door of my newer Von's and end the moment I step out the same door. And, thanks!
At 2:18pm I was sheltering my technology and belongings on a local patio with spectacular customer service and delicious California tacos. Where in the world is this patio of gastronomical eccentricity?
[photo] [photo]
The sun came out before 3:16pm to dry the wet off our city streets still embattled in our mortal fight to free America. And, at 3:46pm I finally wandered off my skyclad urban work table once covered in citrus bistec tacos to finish my errands for the day.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate with the taqueria's permission a recording of the appropriate customer service for all businesses to show all customers that they gave me. Verified and unedited and with full audio and visuals, please begin the moment I stepped foot on their property and end the moment I stepped off it. They are a chain throughout California. Everyone is going to show them at least the love they showed me.
Bought shoes. Cleaned my feet because at lunch I finally realized I had been attacked while passed out in the wee hours of the morning.
No travel coffee thermos.
5:56pm I was warned of a coming ambush to assassinate me after I looked in the window of my 24-hour convenience store without even stepping on their property and reported to all of humanity that ugly mustache has not been arrested yet. THERE IS STILL NO LAW ENFORCEMENT ANYWHERE INSIDE OBAMA'S "EGG" OF HORRORS AND WAR CRIMES ENFORCED WITH GENOCIDE AND WAR!
At approximately 6:14pm, I perched on my playland to eat the first part of my dinner. Although my adoptive city had promised all three of my darlings Tentacle already, I quickly learned they could not make it.
The rain began again, so I scrambled to protect my technology and paper bag full,of groceries from heaven's deluge for the second time that day. I bought a bottle of water, a bag of popcorn, and a symbolic char sui bao. I eat Chinese food, preferably dim sum, after every stellar blogging performance.
By 7:45pm I was feasting on my third meal of the day. It had been so long since I was capable of eating such a high percentage of my needed daily caloric intake. Ever notice my muscle mass?
the late evening of 14May into the wee hours of 15May2015 was "Sigourney Weaver Night." Approximately 10am on 15May2015, was the Harbour-UCLA torture travesty. Please attach all necessary video.
Coffeeshop since 5:05am where I had met the CEO and founder of Twitter and where LoveDrummer and friends once gave me a private audience participation concert. It was also the coffeeshop where Richard and I used to meet every morning with regularity. I miss my coffee klatch. I just a baked good and no coffee, just in case.
Still without both batteries fully recharged, I left to pick up my mail the moment after I finished watching the NBC Nightly News. My cyberhug from the previous evening had to wait until 9am that morning. It had been a busy night for news.
The post office was surprisingly painless. My mail from my mother appeared almost immediately.
Beside a hibiscus bush on my way to brunch, I paused to tell Alfred my plan for the day.
I had my knife and fork knee-deep in arugula as soon as possible. So, by 11:23am I had noticed the fried egg sandwich was amazing. It was quality California cuisine I needed for a long time. But it could have used a little homemade bruschetta topping, at the very least for color.
The little fall of rain began just before 11:43am. Mother Nature was trying to tell me to "type later and go for groceries now." Giggle. Was my response.
Grocery shopping did not are too long. My not-human-trafficking nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of that early afternoon. Begin when I stepped foot in the back door of my newer Von's and end the moment I step out the same door. And, thanks!
At 2:18pm I was sheltering my technology and belongings on a local patio with spectacular customer service and delicious California tacos. Where in the world is this patio of gastronomical eccentricity?
[photo] [photo]
The sun came out before 3:16pm to dry the wet off our city streets still embattled in our mortal fight to free America. And, at 3:46pm I finally wandered off my skyclad urban work table once covered in citrus bistec tacos to finish my errands for the day.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate with the taqueria's permission a recording of the appropriate customer service for all businesses to show all customers that they gave me. Verified and unedited and with full audio and visuals, please begin the moment I stepped foot on their property and end the moment I stepped off it. They are a chain throughout California. Everyone is going to show them at least the love they showed me.
Bought shoes. Cleaned my feet because at lunch I finally realized I had been attacked while passed out in the wee hours of the morning.
No travel coffee thermos.
5:56pm I was warned of a coming ambush to assassinate me after I looked in the window of my 24-hour convenience store without even stepping on their property and reported to all of humanity that ugly mustache has not been arrested yet. THERE IS STILL NO LAW ENFORCEMENT ANYWHERE INSIDE OBAMA'S "EGG" OF HORRORS AND WAR CRIMES ENFORCED WITH GENOCIDE AND WAR!
At approximately 6:14pm, I perched on my playland to eat the first part of my dinner. Although my adoptive city had promised all three of my darlings Tentacle already, I quickly learned they could not make it.
The rain began again, so I scrambled to protect my technology and paper bag full,of groceries from heaven's deluge for the second time that day. I bought a bottle of water, a bag of popcorn, and a symbolic char sui bao. I eat Chinese food, preferably dim sum, after every stellar blogging performance.
By 7:45pm I was feasting on my third meal of the day. It had been so long since I was capable of eating such a high percentage of my needed daily caloric intake. Ever notice my muscle mass?
the late evening of 14May into the wee hours of 15May2015 was "Sigourney Weaver Night." Approximately 10am on 15May2015, was the Harbour-UCLA torture travesty. Please attach all necessary video.
13May2015 notes...
13May2015 notes
Just trying to keep my minutes up-to-date...
Made a jaunt for the closest restroom at 12:32am. My period had started, and ?I needed to place a maxipad. Two of my coupons each for two free tacos with other purchase there went missing while I was in the restroom. Thus, I did not buy any food while there.
I returned to my playland where I played music and tried to catchup with my TweetHearts into the wee hours of the morning. I called my mother at 3:30am. By 4:04am, I had received my once-daily cyberhug from the NBC Nightly News. At 4:30am, I was at my mostly secret and HEAVILY guarded sleeping alcove.
Long overdue rest. The shift change gap. Only a superficial "attack."
Men and women who had committed some of the worst crimes known to mankind against me were still everywhere destroying humanity with riots and war by choosing to persecute me.
9:46am on 13May2015: 1/7) THERE IS NO LAW ENFORCEMENT HERE ANYWHERE INSIDE OBAMA'S "EGG" OF WAR CRIMES ENFORCED WITH TERRORISM.
9:46am on 13May2015: 2/7) The only time laws were enforced around me since 2009 were vigilante LightFoot and MannedUp demanding no one hurt me anymore.
9:47am on 13May2015: 3/7) How many lives worldwide did they save by protecting me?
9:47am on 13May2015: 4/7)And that is why they are forbidden from being near me nor on my playland freely ever again.?
9:47am on 13May2015: 5/7) They bring safety and the only law and order this town has seen since Obama's war crimes terrorist organization infested it.
9:47am on 13May2015: 6/7) I never asked for it nor approve if it, but it worked. And humanity everywhere needed it. I admit when I'm wrong.
9:48am on 13May2015: 7/7) And that is how acknowledged equals get our world-hero work done. #Taoism
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please expedite a verified and unedited recording with full audio and FULL visuals of my morning from the moment I stepped foot my world-religions-are-deeming-this-literal-holy-ground playland until the moment I rounded the corner to step off of it. And, thank you!
11am Today, I will go to the lost and found to pick up my red travel thermos that was stolen from my computer bag here. We have the camera footage of everyone around me here when Obama's energy pulse made me fall blackout at my table. When I came to, my travel mug was missing. Everyone here from staff to guest will be demanded to pay the full value of my travel mug, as assessed by Sotheby's. Today, 13May2015, is the first time I have felt the energy pulse here since I identified its former source in the coffee shop @SnoopDogg owns next door. Sorry for the workload dump, @FBI @DeptofDefense @DHSgov @Martin_Dempsey @CIA #SquidPoA @UN
Called my mom at 1pm PDT.
Left for cookies just after 4:31pm, and I found my darlings. Lo and behold, there was my royal consort KriS "LightFoot" Novoselic and my musician-lover Tom "MannedUp" Hanson just nested there on the pedestrian street with their musical accoutrement sprawled out like their arms across a café table begging for me to love them. It made me smile.
And we were in our collective rapture (small r) with our mere mortal hands sweeping the stars of the universe free of inhibitions and all but invisible shackles with the art for our fingertips.
There was some drama... Really nothing new... I will let the verified and barely-edited-if-edited-at-all recordings speak for themselves. We had a break long enough for me to be notified Russia and China were preparing their people for a possible future of nuclear war with America if EVERYONE around me did not finally respect me as they believe I deserve. Secretary of State of Kerry must have really messed up at that table with them all day that he refused to allow me at ever.
Damn Disembodied Voices in Your Heads
[lyrical prose]
And so we tranced in the holy until 10:10pm when we began the long, reluctant goodbye. I had been singing along with Red while blogging and tweeting for at least 25 minutes by the time my sweethearts slinked past me to return to the aether where we all really belong anyway.
10:42pm with vegetable soup and a few $ to get me by until my mail from my mother finally would arrive the following morning to which I replied "I will be at [the Jazz club] waiting for you [platonically] by midnight, Kevin."
I bought the cheapest caffeine I could find inside my 24-hour convenience store just before 11pm. I tried the jazz club, but it had no band after all.
So, I quickly returned to my playland to work online all morning trying to answer all questions and concerns from my beautiful world, but I could find so few. I knew they were angry. They were so angry out there. I could think of nothing that would calm my world better than their watching good people being good to me.
Luckily in those wee hours of the morning, a friend I only rarely if ever see, sent by LoveDrummer, I assumed, spent some precious moments hanging out with me as I worked online.
With his earspeaker screaming in his head not to allow me to dance ballet to the classical music outside of the 7-11 where we had just sought out "indigenous surfer food," he left me beside my coffeeshop where I used to meet Richard every morning.
Alone with nothing but the starry sky as company, I listened to a little music while I zenned to my center before walking into the coffeeshop for a baked good finally at 5:05am on 14May2015.
Just trying to keep my minutes up-to-date...
Made a jaunt for the closest restroom at 12:32am. My period had started, and ?I needed to place a maxipad. Two of my coupons each for two free tacos with other purchase there went missing while I was in the restroom. Thus, I did not buy any food while there.
I returned to my playland where I played music and tried to catchup with my TweetHearts into the wee hours of the morning. I called my mother at 3:30am. By 4:04am, I had received my once-daily cyberhug from the NBC Nightly News. At 4:30am, I was at my mostly secret and HEAVILY guarded sleeping alcove.
Long overdue rest. The shift change gap. Only a superficial "attack."
Men and women who had committed some of the worst crimes known to mankind against me were still everywhere destroying humanity with riots and war by choosing to persecute me.
9:46am on 13May2015: 1/7) THERE IS NO LAW ENFORCEMENT HERE ANYWHERE INSIDE OBAMA'S "EGG" OF WAR CRIMES ENFORCED WITH TERRORISM.
9:46am on 13May2015: 2/7) The only time laws were enforced around me since 2009 were vigilante LightFoot and MannedUp demanding no one hurt me anymore.
9:47am on 13May2015: 3/7) How many lives worldwide did they save by protecting me?
9:47am on 13May2015: 4/7)And that is why they are forbidden from being near me nor on my playland freely ever again.?
9:47am on 13May2015: 5/7) They bring safety and the only law and order this town has seen since Obama's war crimes terrorist organization infested it.
9:47am on 13May2015: 6/7) I never asked for it nor approve if it, but it worked. And humanity everywhere needed it. I admit when I'm wrong.
9:48am on 13May2015: 7/7) And that is how acknowledged equals get our world-hero work done. #Taoism
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please expedite a verified and unedited recording with full audio and FULL visuals of my morning from the moment I stepped foot my world-religions-are-deeming-this-literal-holy-ground playland until the moment I rounded the corner to step off of it. And, thank you!
11am Today, I will go to the lost and found to pick up my red travel thermos that was stolen from my computer bag here. We have the camera footage of everyone around me here when Obama's energy pulse made me fall blackout at my table. When I came to, my travel mug was missing. Everyone here from staff to guest will be demanded to pay the full value of my travel mug, as assessed by Sotheby's. Today, 13May2015, is the first time I have felt the energy pulse here since I identified its former source in the coffee shop @SnoopDogg owns next door. Sorry for the workload dump, @FBI @DeptofDefense @DHSgov @Martin_Dempsey @CIA #SquidPoA @UN
Called my mom at 1pm PDT.
Left for cookies just after 4:31pm, and I found my darlings. Lo and behold, there was my royal consort KriS "LightFoot" Novoselic and my musician-lover Tom "MannedUp" Hanson just nested there on the pedestrian street with their musical accoutrement sprawled out like their arms across a café table begging for me to love them. It made me smile.
And we were in our collective rapture (small r) with our mere mortal hands sweeping the stars of the universe free of inhibitions and all but invisible shackles with the art for our fingertips.
There was some drama... Really nothing new... I will let the verified and barely-edited-if-edited-at-all recordings speak for themselves. We had a break long enough for me to be notified Russia and China were preparing their people for a possible future of nuclear war with America if EVERYONE around me did not finally respect me as they believe I deserve. Secretary of State of Kerry must have really messed up at that table with them all day that he refused to allow me at ever.
Damn Disembodied Voices in Your Heads
[lyrical prose]
And so we tranced in the holy until 10:10pm when we began the long, reluctant goodbye. I had been singing along with Red while blogging and tweeting for at least 25 minutes by the time my sweethearts slinked past me to return to the aether where we all really belong anyway.
10:42pm with vegetable soup and a few $ to get me by until my mail from my mother finally would arrive the following morning to which I replied "I will be at [the Jazz club] waiting for you [platonically] by midnight, Kevin."
I bought the cheapest caffeine I could find inside my 24-hour convenience store just before 11pm. I tried the jazz club, but it had no band after all.
So, I quickly returned to my playland to work online all morning trying to answer all questions and concerns from my beautiful world, but I could find so few. I knew they were angry. They were so angry out there. I could think of nothing that would calm my world better than their watching good people being good to me.
Luckily in those wee hours of the morning, a friend I only rarely if ever see, sent by LoveDrummer, I assumed, spent some precious moments hanging out with me as I worked online.
With his earspeaker screaming in his head not to allow me to dance ballet to the classical music outside of the 7-11 where we had just sought out "indigenous surfer food," he left me beside my coffeeshop where I used to meet Richard every morning.
Alone with nothing but the starry sky as company, I listened to a little music while I zenned to my center before walking into the coffeeshop for a baked good finally at 5:05am on 14May2015.
12May2015 notes
12May2015 notes
Doing my best to keep my minutes...
As always, for the up-to-the-minute play-by-play of my life, follow my award-winning Twitter account.
Just after 7am, I perched in the Starbucks where Richard and I used to meet every morning until he was forbidden all contact with me even after obeying all of Obama's war criminal terrorist organization's demands on him just for him to be able to spend time with me at all.
There was no Richard, and after roughly 2.5 hours of trying to recharge both iPad batteries, they were far from ready for me to spend the rest of the day not tethered to an outlet.
Most distressingly after that 2.5 hours, that Starbucks (no reflection on corporate) intentionally aimed an energy pulse at me to cause me blackouts and seizures, as we had recently just removed from other places around the city, and admitted to doing it on purpose and only to me.
Here was my statement at 10:20am on 12May2015: @ICTJ @UN @NIH @Martin_Dempsey #SquidsPoA Did you see the staff of this @Starbucks as I walked out? Not only are they refusing me from doing my REAL job of globally-critical service to humanity by refusing to allow me to have ANY charge in my iPads; they willfully caused me seizures to force me to stop recharging my iPads in this coffee shop where I am a regular customer. Fry them as the war criminals they are! EVERY DAMN EMPLOYEE. They were laughing about how I had to leave and about being able to force me out by causing me seizures and blackouts. FUCKING TERRORIST PSYCHOPATHS!!!
I quickly updated my personal assistant SquidName:Alfred with where I would be into the afternoon before asking friends to send friends to provide safe snacks and clean caffeine. I was at a less-often-than-other-but-still-faithfully-regular perch outside my local 7-11 as fast as I could get there. The customer service was wonderful there that day.
At 10:44am, "Tony," my adorable "tennis player" friend who lives only slightly less pennilessly than I in and around my now-holy-grounds playland appeared almost instantly and really did offer me a safe snack and clean caffeine, after he asked if I wanted anything from inside.
A beyond-brave U.S. Military rescue to bring me to my own husband crashed and then was as quickly rescued itself all while I was still eating my "Big Bite" hot dog (pico de gallo and minced onions only). There were no alarms to ask me to send them help, but there were alarms to ask me to help rescue myself not much later.
While my local florists were adorning their stands with nature's never-delicate beauties on the front of the 7-11 with spectacular customer service that day (Did I mention that yet?), I sent this...
11:12am on 12May2015: #DirtyLaceyAlarm? #ModusOperandi intentionally fabricated false charges as an excuse to rape and torture and experiment on me until I die?
I had told Alfred I would be at my local library by noon. But the sun was warm, and the only power outlets at the library were indoors. I hate recirculated air. It makes my wings itchy. So, at 11:58am, I walked as quickly as possible to my favorite place to work online in all the world, perched between the ocean and the sky... I notified my selfless security system in the way.
Please, my not-human trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment I passed the canon in the park and ending at 1:30pm PDT.
I stayed in the park working online until an energy pulse pointed directly at me until 2:10p caused cyclic seizures and blackouts directly preventing my brain from functioning any longer. I tried to tweet that I would call my mom at 1:45pm, and I could not publish it until 1:49pm. The lengths Obama's proven war criminal terrorist conspiracy go to only to silence the truth going public of everything they make me suffer through.
The sweatercoat came off and I got busy. ... I was expecting mail from my mother on Thursday, 14May2015. I tried to find round trip tickets for her to visit me. And by 5:33pm, I was eating a cookie and trying to catch up with my loved ones and TweetHearts while on the balcony that ALWAYS reminded me of the rooftops of Mexico City that I danced on in 2010.
News at 7pm but they were delayed posting it. I walked to where people who used to be my friends were playing music. I said hello to every musician before standing front and center in front of the band who had invited me. I quickly learned they all, except for the lead guitarist had been brainwashed into irrational hatred of me.
When the music stopped, I was so disgustingly verbally assaulted by a man who would not leave me alone no matter how many times he told me to that I was practically weeping through Twitter for Syniva to arrest him.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals from their last song all of the way until I told a restaurant how much I love them. Thank you. (You will also want the verified nanotech footage of me in the ocean.)
At 9:44pm, I was warning the world that I was proceeding to my conversation patio, so someone if not many people could send me safe food and clean caffeine. Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization, particularly ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA, were willing to go to any lengths to rape and torture me to death with their modus operandi of completely unjustifiable control of me.
I was in my conversation patio at approximately 10:06pm, and by 11:38pm, Chuy and I had reached, "I am not allowed to know any of it ever happened." At 11:44pm, a mellowed out bitch had appeared, as did the alpha bitch's pet puppy with s different woman.
Doing my best to keep my minutes...
As always, for the up-to-the-minute play-by-play of my life, follow my award-winning Twitter account.
Just after 7am, I perched in the Starbucks where Richard and I used to meet every morning until he was forbidden all contact with me even after obeying all of Obama's war criminal terrorist organization's demands on him just for him to be able to spend time with me at all.
There was no Richard, and after roughly 2.5 hours of trying to recharge both iPad batteries, they were far from ready for me to spend the rest of the day not tethered to an outlet.
Most distressingly after that 2.5 hours, that Starbucks (no reflection on corporate) intentionally aimed an energy pulse at me to cause me blackouts and seizures, as we had recently just removed from other places around the city, and admitted to doing it on purpose and only to me.
Here was my statement at 10:20am on 12May2015: @ICTJ @UN @NIH @Martin_Dempsey #SquidsPoA Did you see the staff of this @Starbucks as I walked out? Not only are they refusing me from doing my REAL job of globally-critical service to humanity by refusing to allow me to have ANY charge in my iPads; they willfully caused me seizures to force me to stop recharging my iPads in this coffee shop where I am a regular customer. Fry them as the war criminals they are! EVERY DAMN EMPLOYEE. They were laughing about how I had to leave and about being able to force me out by causing me seizures and blackouts. FUCKING TERRORIST PSYCHOPATHS!!!
I quickly updated my personal assistant SquidName:Alfred with where I would be into the afternoon before asking friends to send friends to provide safe snacks and clean caffeine. I was at a less-often-than-other-but-still-faithfully-regular perch outside my local 7-11 as fast as I could get there. The customer service was wonderful there that day.
At 10:44am, "Tony," my adorable "tennis player" friend who lives only slightly less pennilessly than I in and around my now-holy-grounds playland appeared almost instantly and really did offer me a safe snack and clean caffeine, after he asked if I wanted anything from inside.
A beyond-brave U.S. Military rescue to bring me to my own husband crashed and then was as quickly rescued itself all while I was still eating my "Big Bite" hot dog (pico de gallo and minced onions only). There were no alarms to ask me to send them help, but there were alarms to ask me to help rescue myself not much later.
While my local florists were adorning their stands with nature's never-delicate beauties on the front of the 7-11 with spectacular customer service that day (Did I mention that yet?), I sent this...
11:12am on 12May2015: #DirtyLaceyAlarm? #ModusOperandi intentionally fabricated false charges as an excuse to rape and torture and experiment on me until I die?
I had told Alfred I would be at my local library by noon. But the sun was warm, and the only power outlets at the library were indoors. I hate recirculated air. It makes my wings itchy. So, at 11:58am, I walked as quickly as possible to my favorite place to work online in all the world, perched between the ocean and the sky... I notified my selfless security system in the way.
Please, my not-human trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment I passed the canon in the park and ending at 1:30pm PDT.
I stayed in the park working online until an energy pulse pointed directly at me until 2:10p caused cyclic seizures and blackouts directly preventing my brain from functioning any longer. I tried to tweet that I would call my mom at 1:45pm, and I could not publish it until 1:49pm. The lengths Obama's proven war criminal terrorist conspiracy go to only to silence the truth going public of everything they make me suffer through.
The sweatercoat came off and I got busy. ... I was expecting mail from my mother on Thursday, 14May2015. I tried to find round trip tickets for her to visit me. And by 5:33pm, I was eating a cookie and trying to catch up with my loved ones and TweetHearts while on the balcony that ALWAYS reminded me of the rooftops of Mexico City that I danced on in 2010.
News at 7pm but they were delayed posting it. I walked to where people who used to be my friends were playing music. I said hello to every musician before standing front and center in front of the band who had invited me. I quickly learned they all, except for the lead guitarist had been brainwashed into irrational hatred of me.
When the music stopped, I was so disgustingly verbally assaulted by a man who would not leave me alone no matter how many times he told me to that I was practically weeping through Twitter for Syniva to arrest him.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals from their last song all of the way until I told a restaurant how much I love them. Thank you. (You will also want the verified nanotech footage of me in the ocean.)
At 9:44pm, I was warning the world that I was proceeding to my conversation patio, so someone if not many people could send me safe food and clean caffeine. Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization, particularly ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA, were willing to go to any lengths to rape and torture me to death with their modus operandi of completely unjustifiable control of me.
I was in my conversation patio at approximately 10:06pm, and by 11:38pm, Chuy and I had reached, "I am not allowed to know any of it ever happened." At 11:44pm, a mellowed out bitch had appeared, as did the alpha bitch's pet puppy with s different woman.
11May2015 notes
11May2015 notes
Just keeping track of my minutes...
1am Roger actually delivered both of my iPads to me
To address concerns Roger gave me fair warning of about a "change of management"
The full rundown of why the world will destroy itself if the truth about me is silenced--SquidStream, blog, Twitter, iPads, emails, recordings, snail mail
Recording requests went through Twitter.
To address concerns about Sweetness... Yes, dear, I understand. I do not have the time like I used to for writing snail mail anymore. I tried to make it up to you by writing the most romantic passages in human history at the end of each blog post, but my posts have been back logged for weeks. In return, Beloved, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our conversation on the metal bench including the evil villain monologuing behind us.
By 2:39am, the Social Security explanation... Further explanation of how long ago my first application was, how bad the Social Security system functioned at the time including recommending lawyers in Utah and their not putting dates on all of my paperwork, Liberty Mutual, when I realized I had no REAL mental illness after years of misdiagnoses and war crime coverups was Dr. Kamalo in Liverpool in 2010, and how innocent just manipulated Attorney David S. Wright, esquire, is on all if this.
3:25am Pompadour in a hat. Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals from the moment he approached to the moment he disappeared. Thx!
By 4:17am, invited to random park benches and even to the Not-A-Real-McDonalds by one of my grey-haired gentlemen (Remember how they all must make assholes of themselves for the pleasure if talking to and often feeding me?). I eventually joined him at 4:59am outside of the coffee shop where the CEO of Twitter once had permission to meet me.
Yet, a different egotist was the one who had the conversation with me that morning. Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning at 5:01am exactly and ending when I sat down by the fountain. Thx! We will entitle it, "I said no strings attached."
Finally all caught up with TweetHearts at approx 10am. Curled up to sleep in as public a place as possible also watched by multiple cameras. Woke up naturally and was preened for the day at 2:47pm when I kickstarted my SquidStream.
Woke up confronted by an asshole singing ugly music. Proven war criminals "Save the Chikdren" were in my face threatening electroshock immediately. Belongings were soaked in new water while I had slept. Every penny I had on me was stolen from me, including my cash in my bra. I was threatened a quack "Save the Children" admitted to sending me to assassinate me with lies and torture with would arrive by 5pm.
WORLD?!? Where are you?!? Where is my hotel room?!? Where is my mail from my mother?!? Where are my bodyguards Tentacle?!? Where are my safe snacks and clean caffeine?!? Where is my physical safety?!? Why will no one ever listen to me?!?
Why will you obey proven warmongers and proven war criminals and destroy humanity for them instead of just listening to me finally?!? YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!!! Look at the human rights debacle that is America and the escalating global instability! That is what YOU caused EVERYWHERE by controlling me and never doing what I want!!! Do you understand what incorruptible benevolence is, yet? Have you seen my résumé of the good that is accomplished when people DO listen to me?!?
If you keep doing what they want and keep controlling me not just escalate controlling me, it was your choice to destroy this world by removing my influence from it. How many people did YOU kill just today by STILL refusing me my human rights?
Furthermore, "FEMA has been warned!"
With barely any charge in either iPad after their being plugged in as long as possible. I tried to listen to music to calm down, but it just reminded me of how everyone who cares about me at all is forbidden all contact with me. I watched the news at 7pm.
8pm statement pretty much the moment I arrived in my soon-to-be-holy-ground playland where they told me they, every asshole around me, are choosing themselves to escalate their unrelenting and beyond-inhumane abuse of me until I "submit" to the very (Iowan) war criminals who already destroyed America and are committed to torturing and racing me until I die...
YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS SACKS OF SHIT INFESTING MY PLAYLAND WHICH EVERY BENEVOLENT RELIGION IS IN THE PROCESS OF DECLARING HOLY GROUND BECAUSE OF MY AND MY TENTACLE'S DIVINE ONCE-NIGHTLY RITUALS HERE, you are NOT locals! You do NOT deserve to be in my presence unless you treat me as I deserve for REAL in this world. The entire planet has all the surveillance cameras. You will ALL be treated BY THE ENTIRE PLANET like you choose to heinously abuse me unless you respect me like I deserve for REAL. Call any local news station anywhere in America for the ACTUAL truth. You will ALL be abused by the WORLD as heinously as you choose to abuse me until you SUBMIT to international justice and federal law enforcement. Get out of MY Metropolis of Angels, you fucking terrorist bitches!
Verified and unedited with full audio and visuals starting here 10:52pm and ending when I talked to Roger after 12:26am on 12May2015. One more conversation after that should be circulated verified and unedited, too, before I left for my promised 3am safe place.
I needed to convince my beautiful world AGAIN that I was NOT DEAD, so my bodyguards for that specific location could show up finally. This photo taken live and one darling Ms. Carly Simon later, they all knew I was the REAL me, and I slept safely and securely. It was overdue rest I long needed.
I woke up naturally just before 6am on 12May2015. My selfless support system may or may not have been in the process of sneaking safe snacks and clean caffeine to me when I picked up my stuff. I gave them recommendations from a coffee shop that morning on where to find me later that day if they still wanted me caffeinated and properly fed that day.
Just keeping track of my minutes...
1am Roger actually delivered both of my iPads to me
To address concerns Roger gave me fair warning of about a "change of management"
The full rundown of why the world will destroy itself if the truth about me is silenced--SquidStream, blog, Twitter, iPads, emails, recordings, snail mail
Recording requests went through Twitter.
To address concerns about Sweetness... Yes, dear, I understand. I do not have the time like I used to for writing snail mail anymore. I tried to make it up to you by writing the most romantic passages in human history at the end of each blog post, but my posts have been back logged for weeks. In return, Beloved, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our conversation on the metal bench including the evil villain monologuing behind us.
By 2:39am, the Social Security explanation... Further explanation of how long ago my first application was, how bad the Social Security system functioned at the time including recommending lawyers in Utah and their not putting dates on all of my paperwork, Liberty Mutual, when I realized I had no REAL mental illness after years of misdiagnoses and war crime coverups was Dr. Kamalo in Liverpool in 2010, and how innocent just manipulated Attorney David S. Wright, esquire, is on all if this.
3:25am Pompadour in a hat. Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals from the moment he approached to the moment he disappeared. Thx!
By 4:17am, invited to random park benches and even to the Not-A-Real-McDonalds by one of my grey-haired gentlemen (Remember how they all must make assholes of themselves for the pleasure if talking to and often feeding me?). I eventually joined him at 4:59am outside of the coffee shop where the CEO of Twitter once had permission to meet me.
Yet, a different egotist was the one who had the conversation with me that morning. Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning at 5:01am exactly and ending when I sat down by the fountain. Thx! We will entitle it, "I said no strings attached."
Finally all caught up with TweetHearts at approx 10am. Curled up to sleep in as public a place as possible also watched by multiple cameras. Woke up naturally and was preened for the day at 2:47pm when I kickstarted my SquidStream.
Woke up confronted by an asshole singing ugly music. Proven war criminals "Save the Chikdren" were in my face threatening electroshock immediately. Belongings were soaked in new water while I had slept. Every penny I had on me was stolen from me, including my cash in my bra. I was threatened a quack "Save the Children" admitted to sending me to assassinate me with lies and torture with would arrive by 5pm.
WORLD?!? Where are you?!? Where is my hotel room?!? Where is my mail from my mother?!? Where are my bodyguards Tentacle?!? Where are my safe snacks and clean caffeine?!? Where is my physical safety?!? Why will no one ever listen to me?!?
Why will you obey proven warmongers and proven war criminals and destroy humanity for them instead of just listening to me finally?!? YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!!! Look at the human rights debacle that is America and the escalating global instability! That is what YOU caused EVERYWHERE by controlling me and never doing what I want!!! Do you understand what incorruptible benevolence is, yet? Have you seen my résumé of the good that is accomplished when people DO listen to me?!?
If you keep doing what they want and keep controlling me not just escalate controlling me, it was your choice to destroy this world by removing my influence from it. How many people did YOU kill just today by STILL refusing me my human rights?
Furthermore, "FEMA has been warned!"
With barely any charge in either iPad after their being plugged in as long as possible. I tried to listen to music to calm down, but it just reminded me of how everyone who cares about me at all is forbidden all contact with me. I watched the news at 7pm.
8pm statement pretty much the moment I arrived in my soon-to-be-holy-ground playland where they told me they, every asshole around me, are choosing themselves to escalate their unrelenting and beyond-inhumane abuse of me until I "submit" to the very (Iowan) war criminals who already destroyed America and are committed to torturing and racing me until I die...
YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS SACKS OF SHIT INFESTING MY PLAYLAND WHICH EVERY BENEVOLENT RELIGION IS IN THE PROCESS OF DECLARING HOLY GROUND BECAUSE OF MY AND MY TENTACLE'S DIVINE ONCE-NIGHTLY RITUALS HERE, you are NOT locals! You do NOT deserve to be in my presence unless you treat me as I deserve for REAL in this world. The entire planet has all the surveillance cameras. You will ALL be treated BY THE ENTIRE PLANET like you choose to heinously abuse me unless you respect me like I deserve for REAL. Call any local news station anywhere in America for the ACTUAL truth. You will ALL be abused by the WORLD as heinously as you choose to abuse me until you SUBMIT to international justice and federal law enforcement. Get out of MY Metropolis of Angels, you fucking terrorist bitches!
Verified and unedited with full audio and visuals starting here 10:52pm and ending when I talked to Roger after 12:26am on 12May2015. One more conversation after that should be circulated verified and unedited, too, before I left for my promised 3am safe place.
I needed to convince my beautiful world AGAIN that I was NOT DEAD, so my bodyguards for that specific location could show up finally. This photo taken live and one darling Ms. Carly Simon later, they all knew I was the REAL me, and I slept safely and securely. It was overdue rest I long needed.
I woke up naturally just before 6am on 12May2015. My selfless support system may or may not have been in the process of sneaking safe snacks and clean caffeine to me when I picked up my stuff. I gave them recommendations from a coffee shop that morning on where to find me later that day if they still wanted me caffeinated and properly fed that day.
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