Title: The Music and the Body as One
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. This is my job. And I love my job. The question I asked myself before relieving this suffering in Greece was, "Am I capable of it? Am I actually capable of doing this to help others?" The answer was, "Yes," so I did it. That is the only question I ask before I help anybody.
Iran. Nuclear technology is the science of last century just like oil is the technology of the century before that. In advice I gave all OPEC nations years ago, just to be able to feed their people, they need to create the technology of the future to maintain their cornered market that our world cannot live without by the time their oil runs out.
Iran actually listened to me when I told them that and built solar farms. My beautiful world, if you do not want Iran building nuclear technology, explain that they have more to gain from scientists who live in the future instead of in the past.
The whole world needs our population of scientists living in the future instead of in the past. Has anyone read my proposed global economy lately?
Syria. What if I had never received an education? Where would the world be now? Please make sure we educate our children, especially our girls.
My last blog post was published at 9am on 12July2015 while watching the 2015 Wimbledon Men's Final. At 9:28am, my darling Mr. Novak Djokovic won, so my mother and I finally left our hotel room.
We were on the bus to the Getty Center at 10:05am. The bus ride was delightfully uneventful. We were on the tram ascending the hill to the Getty art museum at 11:04am. The Getty, as always, was epic in architecture and full of European art.
We paused to admire my favorite painting before sipping coffee in the gardens. I took some lovely photos of my mother in the main garden that she made me promise I would not publish. The temporary exhibit on the process of making paintings during the Renaissance was wonderful.
SynSyn and my not-human-trafficker nerds, show what the Getty Center is comfortable with sharing for the broadcast of my time with my mom at the art museum. Definitely show me taking photos in the garden, though, as well as the light shows and cityscapes.
At 1:26pm, my mom and I were ordering lunch at a bakery on Westwood near UCLA before returning to our hotel room. My mom wanted a quick nap at 2:46pm before we dropped off at my place all sorts of sundry items my mother had bought me while in town.
And we were on the bus to my playland at 4:34pm. My darlings Tentacle were located by me and my mother at 4:52pm right where we had left them the previous night.
I got my meditation on quickly and dance tranced until 5:44pm when the afternoon sun proved too hot for me. The band took their break at 5:48pm, so my mom and I walked around the area a little.
At 6:19pm, we sat down for dinner at a popular local pizzeria right on my playland, and by 7:14pm, we were seated in front of Nick as he tickled his Spanish guitar.
I was wondering if I could convince my mother to buy us a third night of ice cream as Nick played flamenco unto the twilight sky.
My mom and I made a quick pass by a jazz singer friend of mine I call Wheels. By 8:26pm I was singing duets with both Wheels and TambourineKicker in two different locations.
As soon as I could tear my mother off the salsa floor, I settled into my normal spot in front of my darlings Tentacle to meditate.
I was at my peak of meditation at 9:26pm following rhythms I had never heard before. The psychic spiritual door between me and my darlings Tentacle was open. Their music and my breathing existence were one.
You Wrote Your Music All Over My Body
There is a place in the universe where only we reside. The four of us live together in the place where the music creates the dance, the music that starts in your soul ever pumped out of your body by your hearts from your being down your arms and out your finger tips and out upon my skin to soak into my very existence.
We exist in a place where only our third eyes lead us, connected, finger tips touching on either side of your song. Together. We fill the universe together. Our mere mortal hands reach into the sky and sweep the cobwebs away from between the stars always to the beat of your handcrafted aether you create for the night sky herself.
But that was it. They took a pause at 9:34pm when my mother stole me from them. Mom and I made one last jaunt to the restroom before catching the bus to head back to the hotel at 9:53pm. We were curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
On 13July2015, I awoke at 6:57am. It hurt telling Mom goodbye, but she still left. It was 7:48am when I opened the hotel room door to let her wheel her bag out. I watched some of the Today Show before I left at 9:22am and was at my regular morning haunt at 9:38am.
I quickly queued some music and tweeted my I-am-not-dead-yet selfies. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate my morning of 13July2015 from 9:48am to 10:08am in a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals. Thanks!
I finally left for my place at 10:48am. Hannah was very happy to see me, and I was happy to have such a great roommate. We had a delightful chat with Benjamin over lunch. At 12:46pm, I was back at my regular haunt fleshing out this blog post.
I was on the bus headed to my playland by 2:18pm. And well before 3:10pm, I was perched on a patio with a huge falafel sandwich with fries, hummus, and cabbage on laffa while I worked on this blog post.
I stood up at 4:04pm to look around for my darlings Tentacle. Sadly, I could not find them.
4:25pm on 13July2015: @UN @Martin_Dempsey #SquidsPoA My darlings Tentacle are only late when stopped by war criminals. Please hurry; help them! @RT_com @cctvnews
Next, I perched at a wifi hotspot to see what I could learn. "Tomorrow," was the message I received in the early evening of 13July2015. I left my playland by 6:28pm.
At 7:15pm, I watched the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening from a wifi hotspot near my place. My nightly cyberhug was as warm as could be and came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt.
I returned to where I stay at 7:42pm. After much chatting with Hannah, I was asleep by 10pm.
On 14July2015, I woke up with plenty of time for breakfast. And I was at my regular morning haunt typing away on this iPad at 8:38am. They always have such wonderful customer service!
This blog post was published at 9:05am on 14July2015.
My beautiful world, I always said I will retire once I teach all of you to solve global crises for yourselves the same way I would solve them for us. Until you can take care of my responsibilities to you yourselves, I will keep doing my job, MY REAL JOB, global crisis problem solving.
I am yours, my beautiful world. Send me all of your crises and concerns you want my help addressing.
My selfless support system, the weekend with my mother was such a success. Thank you! You kept us both safe and with stellar customer service everywhere we went. Our system works. And I THANK YOU!
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you are heroes! Do you know what you mean to the women of this world, not to mention the young girls? We have proven that being born a woman in our world does not limit us nor confine us if we do not allow it to.
We are women, and we deserve our LIVES full of human rights. Look at the world of women you have empowered by standing up and telling everyone from War Criminal Iowa to Enemy of America Obama, "No, you do not get to lie to hurt Squid."
Speaking of standing up, my musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, where would I be without you?
My darling Mr. Tom "MannedUp" Hanson, you are the front man for a band considered holy and who holds the holiest job any musicians have EVER been handed. You, my darlings Tentacle, create the sacred music of my self-identified people. And you, MannedUp, are the lead singer.
The job I gave you on top of the job you already had singing the music holy to my self-identified people was to sit beside me, strum your guitar, sing me songs, use your holy voice, and play me music while I work at all hours of the day and night. You do find your ways. And I thank you.
As for you, my darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, you need to accept your destiny. The job I gave you all those months ago was to make sure I meditate. You are my Piazzolla.
You write the music, my daring darling. You are the foremost composer of the music sacred to my self-identified people. You were always told to make it complicated and undanceable.
Darling, the more difficult the better; you always knew that about me. I need the challenge. I need the level of concentration the impossibility of dancing to your best music requires. And you have never once disappointed me.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, you know, once a song reaches twenty years old, they play it on the classic rock station. Giggle.
Technically, your collective job as my boyfriends changed from keeping me safe day and night to making me feel loved. The CIA and MI6 finally figured out how to keep me safe while I sleep, so your responsibilities evolved. But your collective job is still just as important.
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, it is your responsibility to make us a REAL couple. I can send you every world leader from President of China Xi JinPing to the Prime Minister of Israel Benjamin Netanyahu to help you, but you are the one who needs to negotiate my 08July2015 terms into your contract to be with me.
Darling, you have always been more a man of action than a diplomat. You would rather punch a problem than try to reason with it. But please try. Just start the process and tell me what you need to make it happen.
You can count on the Secretary General of the United Nations Ban Ki-moon for anything including a fair assessment of what help you need from me. Just tell me. Anything, darling, anything to kiss you.
My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, you will always know where I go. You know my daily routine. If I variate, you will receive a direct message about where I am headed.
The job I gave you used to be keeping me safe everywhere I go day and night, but now you do that as well as make me feel loved by making me feel safe. Think of it is wrapping me in your arms everywhere I go.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? Giggle. Do you remember all of your jobs? I have given you so many over the years.
Most importantly, beloved, you are my king. You lead my people for me in all the ways I cannot because I am shackled in Obama's "egg." Tell me everything you need to be able to care for all people and guide all people who self-identify as wishing they could follow me. I accepted my own destiny as a world leader years ago.
Also, HoneyHoney, it is your job to rescue me. You are my future. We have discussed this already. My musician-lovers in here have the job of maintaining my present. You have the job of realizing my future.
My hero, you do not have their confines as people inside Obama's "egg" with me. Find a way to hide what you do and how you communicate from Obama's spying war criminals. If it is hackable, it is hacked. And you need to organize my selfless support system into rescuing me.
Finally, my king, this has been your job since 2010. You are the father of my future children. I turn thirty-eight years old this year on 12Oct. I know you will do everything you have to do.
I long to touch you the way flowers kiss the rain. If I could just touch you, my husband, put a finger to your hand... A kiss, darling. The entire future world dawns when we kiss.
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Sunday, July 12, 2015
My Mom is in Town.
Title: My Mom is in Town.
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 mother will be in town until tomorrow morning.
ISIS. They are a terrorist organization that I believe I can talk to. They want to establish a caliphate to run the world. They do what they do for power and influence.
Earlier this year, ISIS offered Enemy of America Obama a prisoner exchange for me. I did not ask ISIS for help, but Obama could have saved the lives of at least two Japanese men if he would have been willing to just give me human rights.
Because of this, I believe I can talk to ISIS. The way to conquer the world is by seducing humanity not by killing people and definitely not by fighting whom you need to love you. I learned this by just being me.
My last blog post was published at 9:20am on 10July2015 just before I started my music and sent my I-am-not-dead-yet selfies. My mom walked into my regular morning haunt to join me at 9:42am. We chatted before I took her to see my place.
We walked from my place to her hotel at 10:10am. Then, we had lunch at a local Americanized Chinese food restaurant. Their Kung Pao Chicken was delicious!
Next, my mom bought me a HUGE package of maxi pads since my period had just started. After one more stop at her hotel, we traveled to the Westfield Shopping Centre at Century City.
After an "ice blended" at the Coffee Bean there, the Apple Store proved very helpful, and we shopped at the Macy's. We were back at Mom's hotel room at 3:06pm to nap.
We woke up at 5:10pm, and after even more shopping, we located my darlings Tentacle and were seated on a patio for dinner where we could hear them by 6:17pm. ALL THREE DARLINGS TENTACLE were there. It was glorious.
I did get to meditate for a little while before my mom wanted to head back to the hotel for bed. We were curled up and asleep by 9:30pm. Yes, I am staying in my mom's hotel room while I am in town.
We woke up on 11July2015 at almost exactly 6am to get ready and to eat breakfast. Joyously, I was able to watch the 2015 Wimbledon Women's Final on ESPN in the hotel room. At 7:47am, my darling Ms. Serena Williams was giving her interview after winning.
I just kept drinking coffee and dancing around the hotel room with my mom waiting for my Uncle Sonny. By 10:12am, my mom had taught me the Mambo. At 10:24am, we took a short walk, so my mom could buy me a couple of gift cards but were soon back at the hotel waiting for Uncle Sonny.
It was approximately 11:18am when my Uncle Sonny finally arrived. He had the belongings that The War Criminal Gables had not stolen from me. Needless to say, The War Criminal Gables had stolen everything from my dresses and orange Andean wrap to my Kermit doll from me.
I was nauseous when mostly some fat ugly woman with no fashion sense's belongings were almost all my Uncle Sonny could give me and none of my own REAL belongings at all. Syniva, press full charges for grand theft of my priceless belongings against The War Criminal Gables. We show no mercy to war criminals.
After 12:28pm, my mom, my Uncle Sonny, and I were done having lunch across the street from our hotel and took the bus to the ocean. We walked on the beach and sat under palm trees before traveling to my playland.
My mom bought me a new dress and a military-inspired blazer. I wore the dress out of the store since my mom also broke the zipper on the dress I wore going in the store while I was in the process of trying the new goldenrod dress on.
We walked around my playland and greeted Nick before returning Uncle Sonny to his car at our hotel by 3:06pm. I drank some coffee before we headed back out by 4:54pm. We stopped to look at shoes at the TJMaxx before grabbing some California cuisine chicken quesadilla and carne asada tacos for dinner.
At 6:14pm, we left the restaurant for my playland, so I could look around for my darlings Tentacle. After my mom rhumba-ed her way off a salsa floor, literally, we found them at 6:38pm and stayed with them until they took their break at 7:52pm.
My mom was talking about dessert, but her heart was on more shopping. Eventually, after no new dresses in our size were found, some genius put cheesecake bites on Sumatran coffee frozen yogurt. Who was that genius? That genius was I.
Now, there are easy things to do in this world. For example, it is very easy to get my mother onto a Latin dance floor. But there are difficult things to do in this world, like getting my mother off of a Latin dance floor. My job is to stand nearby and hold her purse. But you should have seen her pachada!
At 10:34pm, we were on the bus back to our hotel. I gave my darlings Tentacle my regrets at having to miss their 10pm set on the way. We were curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
On 12July2015, I woke up at 7:50am when my mother returned from getting some breakfast. I asked her to put Wimbledon on and found my darling Mr. Novak Djokovic and very darling Mr. Roger Federer caught up in a long tiebreaker in the second set.
I went for breakfast myself before sitting down with my cup of coffee to finish this blog post.
This blog post was published at 9am on 12July2015.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Why does international justice matter? This question came from the United Nation's International Criminal Court. International justice means the world stood up and told the people we elected to lead us that his or her crimes against us, their own people, were wrong.
It means someone stood up for us. It means the world stood up for us. Justice means our people can finally heal.
Why did I choose the name "Squid B. Varilekova"? When I was in college, I always wanted to be published under the last name Varilekova-- that is the traditional Czech spelling for a WOMAN with the family name Varilek.
The first name Squid began in 2000 in San Francisco. You should have seen how gorgeous I was in my twenties.
Once, on the bus, a man told the woman next to him he did not want a woman as gorgeous as me because he wanted a woman who would actually treat him well. He clearly knew nothing about how well I treat my menfolk, but I took it as a compliment.
I have the name Squid for many reasons; one reason is to keep me humble. Another is because I move like a sea creature when I dance. Again, there are many reasons.
I chose the middle name Bedlam because of its etymology. It derives from Bethlehem Asylum in London because that is the level of care I always received while labeled mentally ill.
I did not put my married last name on my professional name "Squid B. Varilekova," so no one could refer to me as Squid BVD.
My beautiful world, we need the constant war crime coverups that I am anything but mentally perfect ended already. Please arrest everyone for aiding and abetting war crimes who libels me at all mentally ill only to be able to take human rights away from me and from my people. And thank you.
My selfless support system, you have been very effective keeping me safe. I am again telling Alfred and Bogart everywhere I will be before I go there. Thank you for our system of keeping me safe at all times everywhere I go. I love you, too.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you are so amazing. Wow, ladies, just WOW! You are the first line of defense protecting me from war crimes, and you do your job 24/7 never failing the world. We all thank you. You are all my hero.
As for my musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, do you have any idea how much you mean to me?
My darling Mr. Tom "MannedUp" Hanson, months ago you asked me for a duet. You are going to have to write us the song. Click here for the (public domain) lyrics I choose. How is that for romantic?
And, you, my darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, accept your destiny. Once in April2015, I tried telling you what you mean to me. I am pretty good with words, but what bubbled up out of me was,...
"Please accept your destiny. We need to talk. But there are things even I do not know how to say." Then, crying, I left you beside your music equipment with the bad excuse of needing coffee. You just mean so much to me.
Beyond what you mean to me, GeneralLee, I need to explain to you what your future as my Piazzolla will include; accept your destiny.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, yes, dear, I am working on it, but I need your help.
Both of my boyfriends, please reread my 08July2015 blog post. We will only be able to have a REAL relationship if you negotiate it into your contracts to be with me. The best I can do since no one ever negotiates with me is send you help negotiating.
And remember, LightFoot, I chose you.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? Never forget that you are the only king in my kingdom.
HoneyHoney, have you seen how good my mother looks? She hates when I tell people how old she is (but she was born in 1946). I look just like she did at my age; I am just taller.
Darling, my mother now is what I will look like as the grandmother of your generations of descendants. Let us pray I can dance at least half as well at her age.
Speaking of grandkids, beloved, my mom wants some. That is your job. I have ever been pregnant in my life... yet. That will change, I assume, once I can touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. Yes, beyond-handsome, yes, I WILL.
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 mother will be in town until tomorrow morning.
ISIS. They are a terrorist organization that I believe I can talk to. They want to establish a caliphate to run the world. They do what they do for power and influence.
Earlier this year, ISIS offered Enemy of America Obama a prisoner exchange for me. I did not ask ISIS for help, but Obama could have saved the lives of at least two Japanese men if he would have been willing to just give me human rights.
Because of this, I believe I can talk to ISIS. The way to conquer the world is by seducing humanity not by killing people and definitely not by fighting whom you need to love you. I learned this by just being me.
My last blog post was published at 9:20am on 10July2015 just before I started my music and sent my I-am-not-dead-yet selfies. My mom walked into my regular morning haunt to join me at 9:42am. We chatted before I took her to see my place.
We walked from my place to her hotel at 10:10am. Then, we had lunch at a local Americanized Chinese food restaurant. Their Kung Pao Chicken was delicious!
Next, my mom bought me a HUGE package of maxi pads since my period had just started. After one more stop at her hotel, we traveled to the Westfield Shopping Centre at Century City.
After an "ice blended" at the Coffee Bean there, the Apple Store proved very helpful, and we shopped at the Macy's. We were back at Mom's hotel room at 3:06pm to nap.
We woke up at 5:10pm, and after even more shopping, we located my darlings Tentacle and were seated on a patio for dinner where we could hear them by 6:17pm. ALL THREE DARLINGS TENTACLE were there. It was glorious.
I did get to meditate for a little while before my mom wanted to head back to the hotel for bed. We were curled up and asleep by 9:30pm. Yes, I am staying in my mom's hotel room while I am in town.
We woke up on 11July2015 at almost exactly 6am to get ready and to eat breakfast. Joyously, I was able to watch the 2015 Wimbledon Women's Final on ESPN in the hotel room. At 7:47am, my darling Ms. Serena Williams was giving her interview after winning.
I just kept drinking coffee and dancing around the hotel room with my mom waiting for my Uncle Sonny. By 10:12am, my mom had taught me the Mambo. At 10:24am, we took a short walk, so my mom could buy me a couple of gift cards but were soon back at the hotel waiting for Uncle Sonny.
It was approximately 11:18am when my Uncle Sonny finally arrived. He had the belongings that The War Criminal Gables had not stolen from me. Needless to say, The War Criminal Gables had stolen everything from my dresses and orange Andean wrap to my Kermit doll from me.
I was nauseous when mostly some fat ugly woman with no fashion sense's belongings were almost all my Uncle Sonny could give me and none of my own REAL belongings at all. Syniva, press full charges for grand theft of my priceless belongings against The War Criminal Gables. We show no mercy to war criminals.
After 12:28pm, my mom, my Uncle Sonny, and I were done having lunch across the street from our hotel and took the bus to the ocean. We walked on the beach and sat under palm trees before traveling to my playland.
My mom bought me a new dress and a military-inspired blazer. I wore the dress out of the store since my mom also broke the zipper on the dress I wore going in the store while I was in the process of trying the new goldenrod dress on.
We walked around my playland and greeted Nick before returning Uncle Sonny to his car at our hotel by 3:06pm. I drank some coffee before we headed back out by 4:54pm. We stopped to look at shoes at the TJMaxx before grabbing some California cuisine chicken quesadilla and carne asada tacos for dinner.
At 6:14pm, we left the restaurant for my playland, so I could look around for my darlings Tentacle. After my mom rhumba-ed her way off a salsa floor, literally, we found them at 6:38pm and stayed with them until they took their break at 7:52pm.
My mom was talking about dessert, but her heart was on more shopping. Eventually, after no new dresses in our size were found, some genius put cheesecake bites on Sumatran coffee frozen yogurt. Who was that genius? That genius was I.
Now, there are easy things to do in this world. For example, it is very easy to get my mother onto a Latin dance floor. But there are difficult things to do in this world, like getting my mother off of a Latin dance floor. My job is to stand nearby and hold her purse. But you should have seen her pachada!
At 10:34pm, we were on the bus back to our hotel. I gave my darlings Tentacle my regrets at having to miss their 10pm set on the way. We were curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
On 12July2015, I woke up at 7:50am when my mother returned from getting some breakfast. I asked her to put Wimbledon on and found my darling Mr. Novak Djokovic and very darling Mr. Roger Federer caught up in a long tiebreaker in the second set.
I went for breakfast myself before sitting down with my cup of coffee to finish this blog post.
This blog post was published at 9am on 12July2015.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Why does international justice matter? This question came from the United Nation's International Criminal Court. International justice means the world stood up and told the people we elected to lead us that his or her crimes against us, their own people, were wrong.
It means someone stood up for us. It means the world stood up for us. Justice means our people can finally heal.
Why did I choose the name "Squid B. Varilekova"? When I was in college, I always wanted to be published under the last name Varilekova-- that is the traditional Czech spelling for a WOMAN with the family name Varilek.
The first name Squid began in 2000 in San Francisco. You should have seen how gorgeous I was in my twenties.
Once, on the bus, a man told the woman next to him he did not want a woman as gorgeous as me because he wanted a woman who would actually treat him well. He clearly knew nothing about how well I treat my menfolk, but I took it as a compliment.
I have the name Squid for many reasons; one reason is to keep me humble. Another is because I move like a sea creature when I dance. Again, there are many reasons.
I chose the middle name Bedlam because of its etymology. It derives from Bethlehem Asylum in London because that is the level of care I always received while labeled mentally ill.
I did not put my married last name on my professional name "Squid B. Varilekova," so no one could refer to me as Squid BVD.
My beautiful world, we need the constant war crime coverups that I am anything but mentally perfect ended already. Please arrest everyone for aiding and abetting war crimes who libels me at all mentally ill only to be able to take human rights away from me and from my people. And thank you.
My selfless support system, you have been very effective keeping me safe. I am again telling Alfred and Bogart everywhere I will be before I go there. Thank you for our system of keeping me safe at all times everywhere I go. I love you, too.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you are so amazing. Wow, ladies, just WOW! You are the first line of defense protecting me from war crimes, and you do your job 24/7 never failing the world. We all thank you. You are all my hero.
As for my musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, do you have any idea how much you mean to me?
My darling Mr. Tom "MannedUp" Hanson, months ago you asked me for a duet. You are going to have to write us the song. Click here for the (public domain) lyrics I choose. How is that for romantic?
And, you, my darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, accept your destiny. Once in April2015, I tried telling you what you mean to me. I am pretty good with words, but what bubbled up out of me was,...
"Please accept your destiny. We need to talk. But there are things even I do not know how to say." Then, crying, I left you beside your music equipment with the bad excuse of needing coffee. You just mean so much to me.
Beyond what you mean to me, GeneralLee, I need to explain to you what your future as my Piazzolla will include; accept your destiny.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, yes, dear, I am working on it, but I need your help.
Both of my boyfriends, please reread my 08July2015 blog post. We will only be able to have a REAL relationship if you negotiate it into your contracts to be with me. The best I can do since no one ever negotiates with me is send you help negotiating.
And remember, LightFoot, I chose you.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? Never forget that you are the only king in my kingdom.
HoneyHoney, have you seen how good my mother looks? She hates when I tell people how old she is (but she was born in 1946). I look just like she did at my age; I am just taller.
Darling, my mother now is what I will look like as the grandmother of your generations of descendants. Let us pray I can dance at least half as well at her age.
Speaking of grandkids, beloved, my mom wants some. That is your job. I have ever been pregnant in my life... yet. That will change, I assume, once I can touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. Yes, beyond-handsome, yes, I WILL.
Friday, July 10, 2015
CyberKisses Until Then!
Title: CyberKisses Until Then!
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. I cannot do my job when I cannot meditate.
My last blog post was published at 9:55am on 08July2015 from my regular morning haunt. Not long after, I was playing music and checking for world news in my Twitter account.
I left for my place at 11:02am. My typical chat with Benjamin over lunch at noon was as delightful as ever. I was at my local coffee house sipping the house blend at 12:53pm.
And by 1:44pm, I was already headed to my playland. I looked around for Nick upon arriving, but I found no one I knew. At 2:23pm, I was on a patio near my playland with espresso and chocolate.
My darlings Tentacle were stopped from reaching me for the third day in a row. There were alarms at just after 3pm which made me suspect they would not be able to arrive by 4pm.
I asked Syniva to press every criminal and civil charge possible against whoever was responsible for preventing them from making sure I could see them. My beautiful world understands how much I need to meditate.
Yet, no, they were not even able to reach my playland by 6pm.
I found Nick at about 6:20pm. He was going to play from 8 to 10pm. I caught the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 7:30pm. My nightly cyberhug was from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it was wonderful.
I was beside Nick in time for him to start playing that night. He stopped at 10:18pm. Then we took what was becoming our regular long, slow walk to the car, so he could give me a ride to my place.
I was curled up and asleep by midnight. On 09July2015, I woke up just as breakfast began, and after eating, I placed my order at my regular morning haunt at exactly 8:30am.
There was some interesting world news that morning. I sipped my coffee as I listened to music on their patio.
9:09am on 09July2015: @KalydeOfficial(#Tentacle) I trust you will tell me when you are done renegotiating and can show up for me again. #Kisses until then.
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I left my regular morning haunt for my place at 10:04am. The cleaning lady stopped by an hour before lunch. I spent the rest of my morning chatting with Heather and Hannah.
I had a delightful chat with Benjamin over lunch at noon. After eating, I ran some errands. When I returned, my mom called. SHE WAS IN TOWN.
There were no buses directly between me and her hotel, so I took the one-hour walk to get there. We sat down in her hotel room and caught up over coffee and oranges. Then, at 2:55pm, we left for my playland.
The first thing my mom wanted to do was find a lady to wax my eyebrows. Then, she got me a pedicure, bought me new dresses and underwear, and insisted that I finally replace my sweater coat. I gave her my old sweater coat and the old dress I had worn that day to donate to the Smithsonian.
We found my darlings Tentacle shortly after that. GeneralLee could not make it. It was only LightFoot and MannedUp, but it felt so good. We listened to my band until 5:37pm.
We had SouthEast Asian cuisine for dinner. Then, we ate coffee and ice cream listening to my darlings Tentacle again until 7:39pm. I try to eat in front of them as much as possible, so they know I eat.
I took my mom to see Nick play Spanish guitar after that. My mother is Portuguese royalty on her mom's side and Spanish royalty on her dad's side, after all. We left him at 8:32pm when I helped my mom find the right bus to take her back to her hotel.
I found my darlings Tentacle again at 8:51pm and tried to meditate. It was not so bad, but it definitely was not my best. I eventually had to tear myself away to catch the 10:15pm bus. It feels so horrible every time I leave them.
I was curled up and asleep by midnight. On 10July2015, I woke up in time for breakfast and was at my regular morning haunt writing at 8:29am.
This blog post was published at 9:20am on 10July2015.
My beautiful world, it sounds like President of China Xi Jinping has recently taken on the global job of demanding my human rights. Thank you, President Xi, it means so much to me.
Do we have a unified world? An entire unified world demanding my human rights? President Xi, thank you for taking a leading role. I would love the celebrate the Moon Festival with you this year. Do you think we can make that happen?
My selfless support system, you keep me alive until Obama's "egg" can finally end. My last blog post might have tugged at your heart strings a little. You are always tugging at mine. Whatever you need, tell me.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you do not only care for me, you care for everyone who needs a legal team to rescue him or her. You are gorgeous and genius and courageous and reliable and EFFECTIVE. This world would have ended by now if it were not for you. We all thank you!
As for my musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, how many times have you had to call my Powers of Attorney?
My darling Mr. Tom "MannedUp" Hanson, I remember the first time I put you all in contact with the Secretary General of the United Nations Ban Ki-moon. I also remember your face when I told you the Pope and the Dalai Lama might want to talk to you.
Darling, world leaders are my colleagues and friends I just have not met yet. Do you understand how important YOU are yet?
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, you, on the other hand, I have never doubted commanding enough egotism to act as important as you really are to humanity. Giggle.
I understand your greatest concern right now, though, too. "Squid, when I begged you to choose one of us, you were supposed to choose me." With the entire world white-knuckled and hanging off every note you play, yes, I understand the greatest concern on your mind.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, here are my favorites recordings with both of you.
Bogart's Only Recordings with Me
1) Thanksgiving2014
2) The following Tuesday night, my only date with Bogart.
LightFoot's Top Five Recordings
1) Their goodbye on 23Dec2014.
2) MannedUp and LightFoot packing up equipment on 11Mar2015 verified and unedited.
3) With LightFoot's permission, the private moment we shared together as a couple on 12April2015, the first psychic orgasm I gave him.
4) The epic love story of 25April2015 beginning before I went to sleep, including when I tried on the leather jacket, and ending when MannedUp and LightFoot wheel their cart away.
5) "It's all been backed up!" from the following night.
My darling boyfriends, yes, I want us to be a REAL couple, too. In my mind, we are already REAL girlfriend and boyfriends. We just have a metaphorical wall between us making everything so much more clandestine, so much more romantic, and so much more difficult.
As long as you are putting in REAL effort just like I am to make us a REAL couple, they cannot take away what we mean to each other for REAL.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? Once I can meditate again, I will start you a new love letter. I promise.
HoneyHoney, I know my musician-lovers make you nervous with their musical prowess. Please go back and read my 2013 Christmas gift (18Jan2014 blog post) to you every time you need it. You are the only king in this town.
Beloved, do you remember your 2014 Christmas gift from me, too? I wrote it at Disneyland on Christmas Eve. It is below just in case you forgot it. Just click on it to make it larger...
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Sweetness, I love and adore you. I WILL touch you the the way the flowers kiss the rain...
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. I cannot do my job when I cannot meditate.
My last blog post was published at 9:55am on 08July2015 from my regular morning haunt. Not long after, I was playing music and checking for world news in my Twitter account.
I left for my place at 11:02am. My typical chat with Benjamin over lunch at noon was as delightful as ever. I was at my local coffee house sipping the house blend at 12:53pm.
And by 1:44pm, I was already headed to my playland. I looked around for Nick upon arriving, but I found no one I knew. At 2:23pm, I was on a patio near my playland with espresso and chocolate.
My darlings Tentacle were stopped from reaching me for the third day in a row. There were alarms at just after 3pm which made me suspect they would not be able to arrive by 4pm.
I asked Syniva to press every criminal and civil charge possible against whoever was responsible for preventing them from making sure I could see them. My beautiful world understands how much I need to meditate.
Yet, no, they were not even able to reach my playland by 6pm.
I found Nick at about 6:20pm. He was going to play from 8 to 10pm. I caught the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 7:30pm. My nightly cyberhug was from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it was wonderful.
I was beside Nick in time for him to start playing that night. He stopped at 10:18pm. Then we took what was becoming our regular long, slow walk to the car, so he could give me a ride to my place.
I was curled up and asleep by midnight. On 09July2015, I woke up just as breakfast began, and after eating, I placed my order at my regular morning haunt at exactly 8:30am.
There was some interesting world news that morning. I sipped my coffee as I listened to music on their patio.
9:09am on 09July2015: @KalydeOfficial(#Tentacle) I trust you will tell me when you are done renegotiating and can show up for me again. #Kisses until then.
[photo]
I left my regular morning haunt for my place at 10:04am. The cleaning lady stopped by an hour before lunch. I spent the rest of my morning chatting with Heather and Hannah.
I had a delightful chat with Benjamin over lunch at noon. After eating, I ran some errands. When I returned, my mom called. SHE WAS IN TOWN.
There were no buses directly between me and her hotel, so I took the one-hour walk to get there. We sat down in her hotel room and caught up over coffee and oranges. Then, at 2:55pm, we left for my playland.
The first thing my mom wanted to do was find a lady to wax my eyebrows. Then, she got me a pedicure, bought me new dresses and underwear, and insisted that I finally replace my sweater coat. I gave her my old sweater coat and the old dress I had worn that day to donate to the Smithsonian.
We found my darlings Tentacle shortly after that. GeneralLee could not make it. It was only LightFoot and MannedUp, but it felt so good. We listened to my band until 5:37pm.
We had SouthEast Asian cuisine for dinner. Then, we ate coffee and ice cream listening to my darlings Tentacle again until 7:39pm. I try to eat in front of them as much as possible, so they know I eat.
I took my mom to see Nick play Spanish guitar after that. My mother is Portuguese royalty on her mom's side and Spanish royalty on her dad's side, after all. We left him at 8:32pm when I helped my mom find the right bus to take her back to her hotel.
I found my darlings Tentacle again at 8:51pm and tried to meditate. It was not so bad, but it definitely was not my best. I eventually had to tear myself away to catch the 10:15pm bus. It feels so horrible every time I leave them.
I was curled up and asleep by midnight. On 10July2015, I woke up in time for breakfast and was at my regular morning haunt writing at 8:29am.
This blog post was published at 9:20am on 10July2015.
My beautiful world, it sounds like President of China Xi Jinping has recently taken on the global job of demanding my human rights. Thank you, President Xi, it means so much to me.
Do we have a unified world? An entire unified world demanding my human rights? President Xi, thank you for taking a leading role. I would love the celebrate the Moon Festival with you this year. Do you think we can make that happen?
My selfless support system, you keep me alive until Obama's "egg" can finally end. My last blog post might have tugged at your heart strings a little. You are always tugging at mine. Whatever you need, tell me.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you do not only care for me, you care for everyone who needs a legal team to rescue him or her. You are gorgeous and genius and courageous and reliable and EFFECTIVE. This world would have ended by now if it were not for you. We all thank you!
As for my musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, how many times have you had to call my Powers of Attorney?
My darling Mr. Tom "MannedUp" Hanson, I remember the first time I put you all in contact with the Secretary General of the United Nations Ban Ki-moon. I also remember your face when I told you the Pope and the Dalai Lama might want to talk to you.
Darling, world leaders are my colleagues and friends I just have not met yet. Do you understand how important YOU are yet?
My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, you, on the other hand, I have never doubted commanding enough egotism to act as important as you really are to humanity. Giggle.
I understand your greatest concern right now, though, too. "Squid, when I begged you to choose one of us, you were supposed to choose me." With the entire world white-knuckled and hanging off every note you play, yes, I understand the greatest concern on your mind.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, here are my favorites recordings with both of you.
Bogart's Only Recordings with Me
1) Thanksgiving2014
2) The following Tuesday night, my only date with Bogart.
LightFoot's Top Five Recordings
1) Their goodbye on 23Dec2014.
2) MannedUp and LightFoot packing up equipment on 11Mar2015 verified and unedited.
3) With LightFoot's permission, the private moment we shared together as a couple on 12April2015, the first psychic orgasm I gave him.
4) The epic love story of 25April2015 beginning before I went to sleep, including when I tried on the leather jacket, and ending when MannedUp and LightFoot wheel their cart away.
5) "It's all been backed up!" from the following night.
My darling boyfriends, yes, I want us to be a REAL couple, too. In my mind, we are already REAL girlfriend and boyfriends. We just have a metaphorical wall between us making everything so much more clandestine, so much more romantic, and so much more difficult.
As long as you are putting in REAL effort just like I am to make us a REAL couple, they cannot take away what we mean to each other for REAL.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? Once I can meditate again, I will start you a new love letter. I promise.
HoneyHoney, I know my musician-lovers make you nervous with their musical prowess. Please go back and read my 2013 Christmas gift (18Jan2014 blog post) to you every time you need it. You are the only king in this town.
Beloved, do you remember your 2014 Christmas gift from me, too? I wrote it at Disneyland on Christmas Eve. It is below just in case you forgot it. Just click on it to make it larger...
[photo]
Sweetness, I love and adore you. I WILL touch you the the way the flowers kiss the rain...
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Negotiation Advice for the Epic
Title: Negotiation Advice for the Epic
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. Exactly how am I supposed to get my job done when ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa is constantly persecuting me?
South Sudan. The new nation of South Sudan is housing a large number of refugees from Sudan while facing their own crisis. It requires an end to the ethnic strife there to end the violence.
Until we can help fix the root problem for all of the strife in Sudan and South Sudan, please follow this link and donate to the United Nations, so we can help them survive.
Just like racial violence in America, we must teach the people of Sudan and South Sudan to love all of their diverse population. I am doing all I can from here, but if you remember my 2013 Christmas gift to my husband, I believe I have to go there in person to actually make more of a difference myself beyond raising awareness.
My last blog post was published at 9:10am on 06July2015. I promptly sent it to my lovelies who put my post online for me. Soon after that, I checked my Twitter for online world news and sent my daily I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
At 9:46am, I returned to my place. Hannah's parents came to visit. I snacked on and apple and an orange. I had a delightful chat with Benjamin over my tasty lunch at noon.
By 12:25pm, I was out running errands. They did not take too long. So, at 3:32pm, I was perched on a patio sipping coffee near my playland. At 4pm, as promised, I looked around for my darlings Tentacle.
4:13pm on 06July2015: @RT_com @cctvnews @France24 @BBCWorld @UN @Martin_Dempsey #SquidsPoA They are only late when stopped. Please check on all three #Tentacle.
I told Tentacle to PLEASE DO NOT DIE and to take the night off. They were blocked from playing me music by Obama's iron fist of war and human rights abuses AGAIN. I told them I would look for them the following day at 4pm. I was already headed to my place by 4:38pm.
I chatted with Hannah for a bit before heading out to my regular haunt by 5:09pm. I had a lot of writing to do and advice to give.
I relocated to a better wifi hotspot to catch the NBC Nightly News from earlier in the evening at 7:30pm. My nightly hug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt. He gives the best cyberhugs.
After a very productive night, I went back to my place at 7:46pm. After much work online, I was curled up and asleep by 9pm only to wake up again just after 12:12am to work longer.
There were two torture facility alarms at 1:04am before I fell asleep again. I was awake on 07July2015 with plenty of time for breakfast. After trying to download apps to be able to check the weather online, I was at my regular morning haunt at 8:35am.
Mostly I sang that morning. There were few global issues for me to address. Did everyone hear me?
I returned to where I stay at 10:46am. Lunch at noon was tasty though uneventful; I even got seconds before restocking the bathroom with toilet paper with Hannah. By 1:48pm, I was already on my way to my playland.
I checked to make sure Tentacle could arrive by 4pm before reclining on a patio near my playland with chocolate and espresso by 3:04pm. I worked online before looking around for my darlings Tentacle.
At 4:14pm, it was clear from messages as well as from their lack of presence that my darlings Tentacle had been stopped from playing me music yet again. I sent them advice.
I had found Nick by 5:40pm, and we had a wonderful conversation. I prayed my darlings Tentacle were renegotiating their contracts when I still did not see them at 6pm. They were nowhere to be found, so I made sure I caught Nick's 6pm set.
When he was done playing, I went with Nick to run an errand before he gave me a ride to my place. First, make sure there is a video with quality audio of Nick playing the guitar.
Also, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my rant on the night of 07July2015. It was a good display of truth. Begin the moment I walk out of the convenience store and end when Nick leaves the car to return his chair. And thank you!
I was in my bedroom by 9:56pm and was curled up and asleep by 11pm.
I woke up on 08July2015 just in time for eggs, sausage, hash browns, an English muffin, and orange juice for breakfast. I watched the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening at a local wifi hotspot at 9am and was at my local morning haunt at 9:29am.
This blog post was published at 9:55am on 08July2015.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Why do I only dance my trademark SquidDance to Tentacle's Gotye cover? Every song creates its own dance.
Hawaiian music creates the hula. Reggae creates the skank. Klezmer makes people break out their handkerchiefs. I dance the polka to every polka. African drumming makes people dance traditional African dances.
Gotye's greatest hit is so familiar to me that it inspires the most familiar dance moves to me.
What is the significance of my hat? You need to understand how much the CIA mean to me.
As early as 2010 and en masse since 2012, CIA agents started going rogue to rescue me. They were the vast majority of "my brave rescuers" for years, and so many have died on the battlefield fighting to save me from Obama. The CIA means so much to me. They are as important as the air I breathe.
In fact, in 2015, after they gave me my hat, the CIA told me, "Just tell people you work for us." I responded with, "But I can't lie." No, I have never been a spy. But I have never been so honored.
I put my hat on when I need to increase my conspicuousness. But, it works a little like Wonder Woman's golden lasso of truth...
When people are guilty of war crimes, they hate my hat and get very nervous around me when I wear it. They call me intimidating when I have my hat on. Yet, when people are innocent, they think I have never looked sexier than with my hat on. You should have seen LightFoot's mischievous smile the first time he saw me in it.
Once, when my hat was sitting on top of my old red patent leather computer bag and my bag was beside Tentacle's band equipment so they could keep an eye on my iPad for me, there was a conversation that I was not supposed to overhear.
A maintenance man who maintains my playland asked LightFoot, "Um, who works for the CIA?" And my darling pointed at me and told him, "My girlfriend does." The whole exchange made me giggle with flattery.
As whom current President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey refers to as "our one-woman federal government," the CIA is my pride and joy. I call my hat swag. I am their honorary agent. And I do everything I can for my nation under the most famous, most conspicuous, and least private conditions anyone has ever endured.
My selfless support system, how many of you are in the espionage community? Born in 1977, I was a child in the 80s. Espionage was so romanticized during the Cold War.
I grew up with espionage as my childhood fascination. Similarly, my BFF Syniva grew up with a childhood romantic attachment to the Italian mafia. Being a full grown adult whom spies die trying to rescue is almost too romantic for me to fully handle.
But Sweetness, LightFoot, etc. have come to terms with the fact that they are not bad enough to be my "bad boy" type. For that, they would have to be Tao or Cuddlebunny.
This Woman of Intrigue
You need not beware me. I am the doe-eyed innocent. I am the glowing virgin in diaphanous garb who attracts the unicorn.
But that shadow behind me-- beware the unicorns that hide there. Be careful whom this beautiful woman attracts. Light not falls upon my bodyguards should they not desire it so.
Some call my silent forces mice. They sneak. They hide. They whisper. But you will feel their steel as if they were ninjas.
You need not beware me. You must beware who will find you if you harm me.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I heard someone singing your praises on 07July2015. Some world heroes wear red stiletto boots like you. Thank you. Whatever you won, thank you.
As always, my gorgeous and genius lady friends, tell me what you need when you need me. And never take your red stiletto boot off the throats of all who enforce Obama's "egg," Obama's rules, Obama's war crimes, Obama's human rights abuses, and Obama's war.
If police are enforcing rules that cannot be laws as if they are laws, we send the federal agents to arrest the police. In all instances, I am convinced they are Obama's mercenaries disguised as police.
The REAL police are supposed to know the difference between a law and a crime against America (even when the CRIMES are mislabeled "rules"). We ESPECIALLY need to make sure my darlings Tentacle can reach me at all times; that is a 1st Amendment right.
Please refer to the first five words of the 1st Amendment and to the 14th Amendment for how we know rules that take away any rights CANNOT be anyone's laws in America anywhere.
My beautiful world, again, my ever vigilant spies keep a distance. They are undercover. So please make sure I can at least have my darlings Tentacle in my life.
My beautiful world, my loved ones need your help just so they can play me music. I NEED TO BE ABLE TO MEDITATE. This entire world will fall apart if my darlings Tentacle are kept away from me. If I cannot meditate, I cannot do my globally-critical job.
Obama, particularly with the help of ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, has rendered my life too horrifying and unlivable under his "rules" for me to function at all if I cannot meditate daily. My beautiful world, you need to make sure Tentacle can be in my life at all times.
All three of my darlings Tentacle, here is my advice on how to renegotiate. And EVERY TIME you are blocked from reaching me, renegotiate increased quality of life into our time together.
My darlings Tentacle, start out in a position of power. Start out demanding everything. The entire world needs me able to meditate daily.
Even our enemies need me to meditate, so I stay benevolent and never play as dirty as they do. Could you imagine a genius like myself doing something as underhanded to them as they do to all of us? So, start from the place of power. Tentacle, you control that I meditate.
The only things I am comfortable losing ground on right off the bat are...
a) Do not demand that you get to take me to my husband. (Sweetness, trust that it takes steps to reach that point.) We can make that allowance to make sure they take us seriously.
And b) I will allow that I maintain your names are "LightFoot," "Lee," and "Imani." I will maintain your false identities. But only if that is a term of your negotiations.
What you do demand is a much longer list...
a) Demand that you get to play me music any day and any time you want.
b) Demand that you get to approach me with honest conversations.
c) Demand that you treat me at all times with the dignity and respect I deserve. I am not asking you to treat me like royalty. I am on Roman Holiday. But I know who I am for REAL in this world, and the world will be watching you interact with me as a fellow human.
d) Demand that you all get to approach me and get to ask me on respectful dates.
e) Demand that you actually get to take me on respectful dates.
f) Demand that we get to sleep together, if you charm me into it. Giggle.
g) Demand quality non-music time like taking me out and buying me bourbon as a group social event. Any musicians who see a full-grown, gorgeous, adult woman throw down on their dance floor like I do on yours buy her a drink. You have normalcy to uphold in my life to maintain the bubble at all.
h) Demand that you take me with you when you travel to gigs out of town.
i) Demand you get to bring me onstage for non-playland shows.
And j) Demand I get to live with you, if our dating and courting goes well.
I am no Pollyanna. I have an idea how ugly your negotiations get, but start from a place of power demanding everything before they can take any demands away from you.
I am sending you the United Nations Secretary General Ban Ki-Moon and possibly German Chancellor Angela Merkel, British Prime Minister David Cameron, and Russian President Vladimir Putin to help you, assuming my BFF SynSyn can get a hold of them for me.
They will help you in negotiations. The world, even our enemies, need me to be able to meditate. Start from a position of power. I will see you at 4pm.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, are things getting easier or harder for you?
Please recall, my boyfriends, I never asked you to rescue me. I have only asked you to find a way to be in my life. I have asked you to be two people who make my present, my daily existence, livable at all. Leave my future in the hands of Sweetness and my brave rescuers. Do what you can about my today not my tomorrow.
Sweetness, you are the loved one in charge of my tomorrow. You must plan for my rescue. You must plan for my future. I love and adore you. How is my king today?
Darling, you are my happily ever after. You are the rising sun to wake me from this life of slumbering potential. You are the rest of my life once Obama's "egg" finally cracks open and lets me out into a life with human rights and freedoms at last.
Beloved, I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. That will be the beginning of a renaissance of philosophy, art, and invention for all of humanity. Imagine the world you create when you give me my tomorrow.
Sweetness, I work every day to reach you. Thank you for never ceasing your own fight in all its epic glory to reach me.
A kiss. My hero and my king, the world will begin with our kiss.
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. Exactly how am I supposed to get my job done when ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa is constantly persecuting me?
South Sudan. The new nation of South Sudan is housing a large number of refugees from Sudan while facing their own crisis. It requires an end to the ethnic strife there to end the violence.
Until we can help fix the root problem for all of the strife in Sudan and South Sudan, please follow this link and donate to the United Nations, so we can help them survive.
Just like racial violence in America, we must teach the people of Sudan and South Sudan to love all of their diverse population. I am doing all I can from here, but if you remember my 2013 Christmas gift to my husband, I believe I have to go there in person to actually make more of a difference myself beyond raising awareness.
My last blog post was published at 9:10am on 06July2015. I promptly sent it to my lovelies who put my post online for me. Soon after that, I checked my Twitter for online world news and sent my daily I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
At 9:46am, I returned to my place. Hannah's parents came to visit. I snacked on and apple and an orange. I had a delightful chat with Benjamin over my tasty lunch at noon.
By 12:25pm, I was out running errands. They did not take too long. So, at 3:32pm, I was perched on a patio sipping coffee near my playland. At 4pm, as promised, I looked around for my darlings Tentacle.
4:13pm on 06July2015: @RT_com @cctvnews @France24 @BBCWorld @UN @Martin_Dempsey #SquidsPoA They are only late when stopped. Please check on all three #Tentacle.
I told Tentacle to PLEASE DO NOT DIE and to take the night off. They were blocked from playing me music by Obama's iron fist of war and human rights abuses AGAIN. I told them I would look for them the following day at 4pm. I was already headed to my place by 4:38pm.
I chatted with Hannah for a bit before heading out to my regular haunt by 5:09pm. I had a lot of writing to do and advice to give.
I relocated to a better wifi hotspot to catch the NBC Nightly News from earlier in the evening at 7:30pm. My nightly hug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt. He gives the best cyberhugs.
After a very productive night, I went back to my place at 7:46pm. After much work online, I was curled up and asleep by 9pm only to wake up again just after 12:12am to work longer.
There were two torture facility alarms at 1:04am before I fell asleep again. I was awake on 07July2015 with plenty of time for breakfast. After trying to download apps to be able to check the weather online, I was at my regular morning haunt at 8:35am.
Mostly I sang that morning. There were few global issues for me to address. Did everyone hear me?
I returned to where I stay at 10:46am. Lunch at noon was tasty though uneventful; I even got seconds before restocking the bathroom with toilet paper with Hannah. By 1:48pm, I was already on my way to my playland.
I checked to make sure Tentacle could arrive by 4pm before reclining on a patio near my playland with chocolate and espresso by 3:04pm. I worked online before looking around for my darlings Tentacle.
At 4:14pm, it was clear from messages as well as from their lack of presence that my darlings Tentacle had been stopped from playing me music yet again. I sent them advice.
I had found Nick by 5:40pm, and we had a wonderful conversation. I prayed my darlings Tentacle were renegotiating their contracts when I still did not see them at 6pm. They were nowhere to be found, so I made sure I caught Nick's 6pm set.
When he was done playing, I went with Nick to run an errand before he gave me a ride to my place. First, make sure there is a video with quality audio of Nick playing the guitar.
Also, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my rant on the night of 07July2015. It was a good display of truth. Begin the moment I walk out of the convenience store and end when Nick leaves the car to return his chair. And thank you!
I was in my bedroom by 9:56pm and was curled up and asleep by 11pm.
I woke up on 08July2015 just in time for eggs, sausage, hash browns, an English muffin, and orange juice for breakfast. I watched the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening at a local wifi hotspot at 9am and was at my local morning haunt at 9:29am.
This blog post was published at 9:55am on 08July2015.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Why do I only dance my trademark SquidDance to Tentacle's Gotye cover? Every song creates its own dance.
Hawaiian music creates the hula. Reggae creates the skank. Klezmer makes people break out their handkerchiefs. I dance the polka to every polka. African drumming makes people dance traditional African dances.
Gotye's greatest hit is so familiar to me that it inspires the most familiar dance moves to me.
What is the significance of my hat? You need to understand how much the CIA mean to me.
As early as 2010 and en masse since 2012, CIA agents started going rogue to rescue me. They were the vast majority of "my brave rescuers" for years, and so many have died on the battlefield fighting to save me from Obama. The CIA means so much to me. They are as important as the air I breathe.
In fact, in 2015, after they gave me my hat, the CIA told me, "Just tell people you work for us." I responded with, "But I can't lie." No, I have never been a spy. But I have never been so honored.
I put my hat on when I need to increase my conspicuousness. But, it works a little like Wonder Woman's golden lasso of truth...
When people are guilty of war crimes, they hate my hat and get very nervous around me when I wear it. They call me intimidating when I have my hat on. Yet, when people are innocent, they think I have never looked sexier than with my hat on. You should have seen LightFoot's mischievous smile the first time he saw me in it.
Once, when my hat was sitting on top of my old red patent leather computer bag and my bag was beside Tentacle's band equipment so they could keep an eye on my iPad for me, there was a conversation that I was not supposed to overhear.
A maintenance man who maintains my playland asked LightFoot, "Um, who works for the CIA?" And my darling pointed at me and told him, "My girlfriend does." The whole exchange made me giggle with flattery.
As whom current President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey refers to as "our one-woman federal government," the CIA is my pride and joy. I call my hat swag. I am their honorary agent. And I do everything I can for my nation under the most famous, most conspicuous, and least private conditions anyone has ever endured.
My selfless support system, how many of you are in the espionage community? Born in 1977, I was a child in the 80s. Espionage was so romanticized during the Cold War.
I grew up with espionage as my childhood fascination. Similarly, my BFF Syniva grew up with a childhood romantic attachment to the Italian mafia. Being a full grown adult whom spies die trying to rescue is almost too romantic for me to fully handle.
But Sweetness, LightFoot, etc. have come to terms with the fact that they are not bad enough to be my "bad boy" type. For that, they would have to be Tao or Cuddlebunny.
This Woman of Intrigue
You need not beware me. I am the doe-eyed innocent. I am the glowing virgin in diaphanous garb who attracts the unicorn.
But that shadow behind me-- beware the unicorns that hide there. Be careful whom this beautiful woman attracts. Light not falls upon my bodyguards should they not desire it so.
Some call my silent forces mice. They sneak. They hide. They whisper. But you will feel their steel as if they were ninjas.
You need not beware me. You must beware who will find you if you harm me.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I heard someone singing your praises on 07July2015. Some world heroes wear red stiletto boots like you. Thank you. Whatever you won, thank you.
As always, my gorgeous and genius lady friends, tell me what you need when you need me. And never take your red stiletto boot off the throats of all who enforce Obama's "egg," Obama's rules, Obama's war crimes, Obama's human rights abuses, and Obama's war.
If police are enforcing rules that cannot be laws as if they are laws, we send the federal agents to arrest the police. In all instances, I am convinced they are Obama's mercenaries disguised as police.
The REAL police are supposed to know the difference between a law and a crime against America (even when the CRIMES are mislabeled "rules"). We ESPECIALLY need to make sure my darlings Tentacle can reach me at all times; that is a 1st Amendment right.
Please refer to the first five words of the 1st Amendment and to the 14th Amendment for how we know rules that take away any rights CANNOT be anyone's laws in America anywhere.
My beautiful world, again, my ever vigilant spies keep a distance. They are undercover. So please make sure I can at least have my darlings Tentacle in my life.
My beautiful world, my loved ones need your help just so they can play me music. I NEED TO BE ABLE TO MEDITATE. This entire world will fall apart if my darlings Tentacle are kept away from me. If I cannot meditate, I cannot do my globally-critical job.
Obama, particularly with the help of ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, has rendered my life too horrifying and unlivable under his "rules" for me to function at all if I cannot meditate daily. My beautiful world, you need to make sure Tentacle can be in my life at all times.
All three of my darlings Tentacle, here is my advice on how to renegotiate. And EVERY TIME you are blocked from reaching me, renegotiate increased quality of life into our time together.
My darlings Tentacle, start out in a position of power. Start out demanding everything. The entire world needs me able to meditate daily.
Even our enemies need me to meditate, so I stay benevolent and never play as dirty as they do. Could you imagine a genius like myself doing something as underhanded to them as they do to all of us? So, start from the place of power. Tentacle, you control that I meditate.
The only things I am comfortable losing ground on right off the bat are...
a) Do not demand that you get to take me to my husband. (Sweetness, trust that it takes steps to reach that point.) We can make that allowance to make sure they take us seriously.
And b) I will allow that I maintain your names are "LightFoot," "Lee," and "Imani." I will maintain your false identities. But only if that is a term of your negotiations.
What you do demand is a much longer list...
a) Demand that you get to play me music any day and any time you want.
b) Demand that you get to approach me with honest conversations.
c) Demand that you treat me at all times with the dignity and respect I deserve. I am not asking you to treat me like royalty. I am on Roman Holiday. But I know who I am for REAL in this world, and the world will be watching you interact with me as a fellow human.
d) Demand that you all get to approach me and get to ask me on respectful dates.
e) Demand that you actually get to take me on respectful dates.
f) Demand that we get to sleep together, if you charm me into it. Giggle.
g) Demand quality non-music time like taking me out and buying me bourbon as a group social event. Any musicians who see a full-grown, gorgeous, adult woman throw down on their dance floor like I do on yours buy her a drink. You have normalcy to uphold in my life to maintain the bubble at all.
h) Demand that you take me with you when you travel to gigs out of town.
i) Demand you get to bring me onstage for non-playland shows.
And j) Demand I get to live with you, if our dating and courting goes well.
I am no Pollyanna. I have an idea how ugly your negotiations get, but start from a place of power demanding everything before they can take any demands away from you.
I am sending you the United Nations Secretary General Ban Ki-Moon and possibly German Chancellor Angela Merkel, British Prime Minister David Cameron, and Russian President Vladimir Putin to help you, assuming my BFF SynSyn can get a hold of them for me.
They will help you in negotiations. The world, even our enemies, need me to be able to meditate. Start from a position of power. I will see you at 4pm.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, are things getting easier or harder for you?
Please recall, my boyfriends, I never asked you to rescue me. I have only asked you to find a way to be in my life. I have asked you to be two people who make my present, my daily existence, livable at all. Leave my future in the hands of Sweetness and my brave rescuers. Do what you can about my today not my tomorrow.
Sweetness, you are the loved one in charge of my tomorrow. You must plan for my rescue. You must plan for my future. I love and adore you. How is my king today?
Darling, you are my happily ever after. You are the rising sun to wake me from this life of slumbering potential. You are the rest of my life once Obama's "egg" finally cracks open and lets me out into a life with human rights and freedoms at last.
Beloved, I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. That will be the beginning of a renaissance of philosophy, art, and invention for all of humanity. Imagine the world you create when you give me my tomorrow.
Sweetness, I work every day to reach you. Thank you for never ceasing your own fight in all its epic glory to reach me.
A kiss. My hero and my king, the world will begin with our kiss.
Monday, July 6, 2015
This Deus Ex Machina has an Amor Prohibido
Title: This Deus Ex Machina has an Amor Prohibido
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. Porque mi vida yo prefiero vivir asi. This is my job.
Greece. Sweetness, do we have the money? The Greek people have voted that they believe they are incapable of paying off their debt. Do we have the $160B to pay it for them. With everything Europe does for us, can we do this for Europe.
Germany deserves to be paid back. Greece deserves a financial future. The European Union deserves to stay whole. Can we give Europe $160B? Not a loan, darling, I want to give a gift.
But we do not end there, my hero and my king. We need to give Greece another $80B as an investment. I earned a Nobel Prize in Economics for my global economic vision. Let us put my money where my mouth is.
Please, beloved, invest another $80B in an economy for Europe especially Greece built on my global economic vision of future technology for today's world. Hire economists who believe in my plan for the world-- I believe it is most recently described in my 24Feb2015 blog post-- and let us save Europe.
That is a $240B investment we are making to keep the European Union whole, darling. Do we have the money? The later $80B is an investment that will turn a profit as venture capital, in case you are wondering. Build the office to do this work within the government of the EU, please. I love you, Sweetness! And thank you.
My last blog post was published at 8:58am on 04July2015. Shortly after asking my loved ones to publish it for me, my music was streaming, and my daily selfies proving I am not dead were tweeted. Are you all following my real Twitter account?
It was the 4th of July. After catching up on world news, I left for my place at 11:08am. Lunch was tasty just uneventful. The first torture facility alarms of the day vigilantly blared at 12:24pm.
I was at my morning haunt just in the afternoon at 12:38pm, but I only stayed there for a little while. I walked around the neighborhood a little. Then, I returned to my place to learn that Hannah wanted to walk around the neighborhood in the other direction.
So that is what we did. We returned to where we stay at 3:22pm, and I checked for phone messages from my mother. She had emailed instead of calling.
Dinner at 5pm was tasty and uneventful. I did see Benjamin for the first time that day, though. At 5:26pm, I left for my playland.
Popular with tourists, my playland was very crowded due to the holiday. Yet, by 5:50pm, I had found ALL THREE of my darlings Tentacle as they were in the process of relocating.
It looked like the next time they would play would be after 8pm that July 4th night, but I did not mind waiting. I watched the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:30pm. And, sure enough, my darlings Tentacle began playing at 8:23pm.
I was probably warmer than I attempted, but I was not feeling ambitious with my dance trance meditation that night. At 10pm, my darlings Tentacle were taking down their musical accouterments while Nick was setting up his equipment in the same place after them.
We were all reluctant to leave each other. At 10:24pm, they wheeled their carts away into the night. It had been a beautiful July 4th spent with loved ones.
After listening to Nick, I was ready to take the 11:45pm bus, but he offered me a ride. There were three torture facility alarms and an alarm for urban warfare. We left my playland side-by-side at 12:08am.
I waited for Nick to bring the car around and was asleep by 1am. I slept very well and had at least an hour to make it to breakfast. Lunch at noon was similarly tasty, and I chatted delightfully with Benjamin over lunch.
By 12:32pm, I was perched at a local wifi hotspot checking the world news, streaming music, tweeting to my beautiful world, updating these blog notes, and sipping my thermos of coffee.
I returned to my place at 2:02pm mostly to recharge my iPad battery. I chatted with Hannah and Heather. Dinner at 5pm was disappointing. I do not eat seafood, and they offered me no alternatives.
At 5:28pm, I was already headed to my playland. I found Nick at 5:45pm. He had just received the lyrics I sent him the night before. And at 5:56pm, I spied ALL THREE of my darlings Tentacle, all right there, all for me.
They began at 6:26pm. My meditation was on almost immediately. The night was glorious. I hope you were able to watch me. Is that even possible? I cannot watch myself. I had not meditated so well since before my latest unlawful imprisonment in a torture facility.
Could You Imagine
Could you imagine, my darlings, if we could talk? What would you tell me? Would your hearts open up allowing your words to pour out? Would your passionate phrases make me blush and giggle or make me kick your instruments away on my charge forward to kiss you?
Speak to me darlings. Tell me everything in your hearts. You must speak to me only with your handspan aether for the night sky herself. So make it count. Make me hear you when you tell me why you need me. My body will respond.
Kevin manifested from the aether at approximately 7:12pm and danced with me for five minutes. He was around to see some Latin musician, or so he claimed.
My darlings Tentacle took their first break at 7:44pm. I watched the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 8:10pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Erica Hill and was as warm and informative as ever.
I found my darlings again at 8:31pm nestled in a nook just off my playland. I used to complain when they could not find space on my playland, but their favorite nook is so much more intimate. They began again at 8:57pm. I expedited into meditation.
The players played. The dance trance was made.
Kevin had come and gone again. Their gorgeous rhythms ended at 10pm exactly. We were all very reluctant to leave each other. At 10:41pm, they eventually wheeled their carts back into the aether where we all belong.
I sent help to rescue my own rescue effort at 11:06pm before catching the 11:15pm bus. I was curled up asleep by 12am.
I woke up on 06July2015 with plenty of time to get to breakfast. My regular morning haunt saw me by 8:16am.
This blog post was published at 9:10am on 06July2015.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Why the deus ex machina timing on helping Greece? I wanted to preserve their democracy by making sure they could vote. Keeping the secret was VERY difficult, but I needed to wait until after their population had their say about what they wanted for themselves. Yet, yes, no matter what they decided, I would have made the same offer.
Why am I helping the developed world instead of investing in the third world? My next step is creating my global economic vision with the BRICS nations and then next helping the economies of third world with economic planning through the United Nations.
My global economic vision, a world economy built on futuristic green technology, is still a little bit of an experiment that I know I need to attempt with developed nations first.
My selfless support system, you are probably going to experience an influx of help after this blog post. You are a very diverse group of strange bedfellows. Please stay organized.
And, my selfless support system, keep telling me and my beautiful world everything you need. I gave you $2T+ already to do anything with you want. I know you can rescue me and can keep me safe.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, start keeping the money we earn again. I have more people in this world to rescue and save other than myself. Let the time period for donating all my earnings to my brave rescuers be 08Apr2014 to 06July2015.
My genius lady friends, I have a planet to serve, not just myself, and my reason for donating every penny to my brave rescuers was to create a deterrent against Obama's war criminals from committing more crimes. Over $2T later, the deterrent clearly never worked.
My beautiful world, my darlings need new contracts. Please help all of the Queen's Lovers Five: LightFoot, MannedUp, GeneralLee, Bogart, and Sweetness. They need a way to spend quality time talking with and touching me. Please help them.
Please insist I finally be allowed a lover. My first choice is, of course, my husband. In negotiations, they promised me LightFoot. But Obama never honored our agreement. Please see what you can do, my beautiful world.
My musician-lovers GeneralLee and MannedUp, it is not very often I address you in my blog.
We are right to left today. My darling Mr. Tom "MannedUp" Hanson, you once said making me dance makes you feel like God. I always told Obama, if he wants to control me, he needs to pick up a guitar just like everyone else.
You are so young. You make me feel young. I have a unique relationship with each of the five of you, and my relationship with you is the sweetest and most innocent. That makes it run the risk of being the most devastating.
Be careful with your heart around me. You have an entire life to live still knowing how much these early days in your adulthood mean to humanity already.
And, you, my darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, do you remember 21Dec2014? I remember Dec2009, too, that is how we first met, but do you remember that last time I saw you in Dec2014? I told you to walk around the corner and kiss me.
My hands touched your shoulders as I slipped past you onto the dance floor that had been taken over by modern dancers. I threw down on your dance floor laying claim to it, then I told you to walk around the corner and kiss me. But you did not.
What would have happened? With one strong push from my right hand upon your chest, I would have pressed you against that store window and tasted your lips for the first time in my life. But you did not round that corner.
You turned me down. And you were taken away from me with threat upon threat on your life. I did not see you again for a month. This is now why I wait for all of you.
And now, my symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,...
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic and darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, you are my boyfriends. You need to find a way to spend REAL time talking to me and kissing me and holding me in your arms. Please renegotiate new and better contracts.
Your job, my boyfriends, is to make me feel loved. You need to find a way to tell me what I mean to you. You suffer so much without me. We need to make your time with me so much more intimate.
And always listed last, the most meaningful place on any list, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? You read how this blog post began. We are both world leaders, now, darling. We also need to fulfill our roles as world heroes.
Your job, beautiful, is to carry out my work where I cannot. There are too many limitations on me. But you CAN actually carry out my job in the places I cannot reach myself. Thank you for rising to be my equal.
My hero and my king, Nick requested another song from me last week, so I wrote you this one...
Written 04July2015
You called yourself Jasper and reached my side.
Now your plea for advice you cannot hide.
I miss you, beloved, with every essence of my soul.
May their fire smolder unto dying coal.
Amor prohibido is on our face.
Amor prohibido should leave this place.
You scream for my love while tied to the mast.
World says unsustainable-- cannot last.
What do we do in the mean time, beloved,
Still forced apart without our loves adored?
Amor prohibido has me dancing alone.
Amor prohibido keeps me from our home.
The only thing worth holding is your hand in mine,
But I'm reaching for you in vain time after time.
We are a family. Why cannot I kiss you?
Oh, my beloved, why is togetherness untrue?
Amor prohibido es Amor prohibido.
Amor prohibido no lo quiero, no lo prefiero.
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. Porque mi vida yo prefiero vivir asi. This is my job.
Greece. Sweetness, do we have the money? The Greek people have voted that they believe they are incapable of paying off their debt. Do we have the $160B to pay it for them. With everything Europe does for us, can we do this for Europe.
Germany deserves to be paid back. Greece deserves a financial future. The European Union deserves to stay whole. Can we give Europe $160B? Not a loan, darling, I want to give a gift.
But we do not end there, my hero and my king. We need to give Greece another $80B as an investment. I earned a Nobel Prize in Economics for my global economic vision. Let us put my money where my mouth is.
Please, beloved, invest another $80B in an economy for Europe especially Greece built on my global economic vision of future technology for today's world. Hire economists who believe in my plan for the world-- I believe it is most recently described in my 24Feb2015 blog post-- and let us save Europe.
That is a $240B investment we are making to keep the European Union whole, darling. Do we have the money? The later $80B is an investment that will turn a profit as venture capital, in case you are wondering. Build the office to do this work within the government of the EU, please. I love you, Sweetness! And thank you.
My last blog post was published at 8:58am on 04July2015. Shortly after asking my loved ones to publish it for me, my music was streaming, and my daily selfies proving I am not dead were tweeted. Are you all following my real Twitter account?
It was the 4th of July. After catching up on world news, I left for my place at 11:08am. Lunch was tasty just uneventful. The first torture facility alarms of the day vigilantly blared at 12:24pm.
I was at my morning haunt just in the afternoon at 12:38pm, but I only stayed there for a little while. I walked around the neighborhood a little. Then, I returned to my place to learn that Hannah wanted to walk around the neighborhood in the other direction.
So that is what we did. We returned to where we stay at 3:22pm, and I checked for phone messages from my mother. She had emailed instead of calling.
Dinner at 5pm was tasty and uneventful. I did see Benjamin for the first time that day, though. At 5:26pm, I left for my playland.
Popular with tourists, my playland was very crowded due to the holiday. Yet, by 5:50pm, I had found ALL THREE of my darlings Tentacle as they were in the process of relocating.
It looked like the next time they would play would be after 8pm that July 4th night, but I did not mind waiting. I watched the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:30pm. And, sure enough, my darlings Tentacle began playing at 8:23pm.
I was probably warmer than I attempted, but I was not feeling ambitious with my dance trance meditation that night. At 10pm, my darlings Tentacle were taking down their musical accouterments while Nick was setting up his equipment in the same place after them.
We were all reluctant to leave each other. At 10:24pm, they wheeled their carts away into the night. It had been a beautiful July 4th spent with loved ones.
After listening to Nick, I was ready to take the 11:45pm bus, but he offered me a ride. There were three torture facility alarms and an alarm for urban warfare. We left my playland side-by-side at 12:08am.
I waited for Nick to bring the car around and was asleep by 1am. I slept very well and had at least an hour to make it to breakfast. Lunch at noon was similarly tasty, and I chatted delightfully with Benjamin over lunch.
By 12:32pm, I was perched at a local wifi hotspot checking the world news, streaming music, tweeting to my beautiful world, updating these blog notes, and sipping my thermos of coffee.
I returned to my place at 2:02pm mostly to recharge my iPad battery. I chatted with Hannah and Heather. Dinner at 5pm was disappointing. I do not eat seafood, and they offered me no alternatives.
At 5:28pm, I was already headed to my playland. I found Nick at 5:45pm. He had just received the lyrics I sent him the night before. And at 5:56pm, I spied ALL THREE of my darlings Tentacle, all right there, all for me.
They began at 6:26pm. My meditation was on almost immediately. The night was glorious. I hope you were able to watch me. Is that even possible? I cannot watch myself. I had not meditated so well since before my latest unlawful imprisonment in a torture facility.
Could You Imagine
Could you imagine, my darlings, if we could talk? What would you tell me? Would your hearts open up allowing your words to pour out? Would your passionate phrases make me blush and giggle or make me kick your instruments away on my charge forward to kiss you?
Speak to me darlings. Tell me everything in your hearts. You must speak to me only with your handspan aether for the night sky herself. So make it count. Make me hear you when you tell me why you need me. My body will respond.
Kevin manifested from the aether at approximately 7:12pm and danced with me for five minutes. He was around to see some Latin musician, or so he claimed.
My darlings Tentacle took their first break at 7:44pm. I watched the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 8:10pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Erica Hill and was as warm and informative as ever.
I found my darlings again at 8:31pm nestled in a nook just off my playland. I used to complain when they could not find space on my playland, but their favorite nook is so much more intimate. They began again at 8:57pm. I expedited into meditation.
The players played. The dance trance was made.
Kevin had come and gone again. Their gorgeous rhythms ended at 10pm exactly. We were all very reluctant to leave each other. At 10:41pm, they eventually wheeled their carts back into the aether where we all belong.
I sent help to rescue my own rescue effort at 11:06pm before catching the 11:15pm bus. I was curled up asleep by 12am.
I woke up on 06July2015 with plenty of time to get to breakfast. My regular morning haunt saw me by 8:16am.
This blog post was published at 9:10am on 06July2015.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Why the deus ex machina timing on helping Greece? I wanted to preserve their democracy by making sure they could vote. Keeping the secret was VERY difficult, but I needed to wait until after their population had their say about what they wanted for themselves. Yet, yes, no matter what they decided, I would have made the same offer.
Why am I helping the developed world instead of investing in the third world? My next step is creating my global economic vision with the BRICS nations and then next helping the economies of third world with economic planning through the United Nations.
My global economic vision, a world economy built on futuristic green technology, is still a little bit of an experiment that I know I need to attempt with developed nations first.
My selfless support system, you are probably going to experience an influx of help after this blog post. You are a very diverse group of strange bedfellows. Please stay organized.
And, my selfless support system, keep telling me and my beautiful world everything you need. I gave you $2T+ already to do anything with you want. I know you can rescue me and can keep me safe.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, start keeping the money we earn again. I have more people in this world to rescue and save other than myself. Let the time period for donating all my earnings to my brave rescuers be 08Apr2014 to 06July2015.
My genius lady friends, I have a planet to serve, not just myself, and my reason for donating every penny to my brave rescuers was to create a deterrent against Obama's war criminals from committing more crimes. Over $2T later, the deterrent clearly never worked.
My beautiful world, my darlings need new contracts. Please help all of the Queen's Lovers Five: LightFoot, MannedUp, GeneralLee, Bogart, and Sweetness. They need a way to spend quality time talking with and touching me. Please help them.
Please insist I finally be allowed a lover. My first choice is, of course, my husband. In negotiations, they promised me LightFoot. But Obama never honored our agreement. Please see what you can do, my beautiful world.
My musician-lovers GeneralLee and MannedUp, it is not very often I address you in my blog.
We are right to left today. My darling Mr. Tom "MannedUp" Hanson, you once said making me dance makes you feel like God. I always told Obama, if he wants to control me, he needs to pick up a guitar just like everyone else.
You are so young. You make me feel young. I have a unique relationship with each of the five of you, and my relationship with you is the sweetest and most innocent. That makes it run the risk of being the most devastating.
Be careful with your heart around me. You have an entire life to live still knowing how much these early days in your adulthood mean to humanity already.
And, you, my darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, do you remember 21Dec2014? I remember Dec2009, too, that is how we first met, but do you remember that last time I saw you in Dec2014? I told you to walk around the corner and kiss me.
My hands touched your shoulders as I slipped past you onto the dance floor that had been taken over by modern dancers. I threw down on your dance floor laying claim to it, then I told you to walk around the corner and kiss me. But you did not.
What would have happened? With one strong push from my right hand upon your chest, I would have pressed you against that store window and tasted your lips for the first time in my life. But you did not round that corner.
You turned me down. And you were taken away from me with threat upon threat on your life. I did not see you again for a month. This is now why I wait for all of you.
And now, my symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,...
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic and darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, you are my boyfriends. You need to find a way to spend REAL time talking to me and kissing me and holding me in your arms. Please renegotiate new and better contracts.
Your job, my boyfriends, is to make me feel loved. You need to find a way to tell me what I mean to you. You suffer so much without me. We need to make your time with me so much more intimate.
And always listed last, the most meaningful place on any list, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? You read how this blog post began. We are both world leaders, now, darling. We also need to fulfill our roles as world heroes.
Your job, beautiful, is to carry out my work where I cannot. There are too many limitations on me. But you CAN actually carry out my job in the places I cannot reach myself. Thank you for rising to be my equal.
My hero and my king, Nick requested another song from me last week, so I wrote you this one...
Written 04July2015
You called yourself Jasper and reached my side.
Now your plea for advice you cannot hide.
I miss you, beloved, with every essence of my soul.
May their fire smolder unto dying coal.
Amor prohibido is on our face.
Amor prohibido should leave this place.
You scream for my love while tied to the mast.
World says unsustainable-- cannot last.
What do we do in the mean time, beloved,
Still forced apart without our loves adored?
Amor prohibido has me dancing alone.
Amor prohibido keeps me from our home.
The only thing worth holding is your hand in mine,
But I'm reaching for you in vain time after time.
We are a family. Why cannot I kiss you?
Oh, my beloved, why is togetherness untrue?
Amor prohibido es Amor prohibido.
Amor prohibido no lo quiero, no lo prefiero.
Saturday, July 4, 2015
The 4th of July 2015 Morning Post
Title: The 4th of July 2015 Morning Post
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.
Russia. Please, European Union, may we discuss your sanctions against Russia? I believe making the people of Russia suffer economic hardships is counterproductive.
According to Voltaire, "It is not enough to conquer; one must know how to seduce." Do you remember one of the early scenes in El Cid when the Spanish catapulted bread into the city they besieged?
President Putin responds to being challenged by conquering all people mean to him and mean to Russia. One of the reasons he and I are such good friends is because, unlike many other world leaders, I am nice.
If you want to influence the President of Russia, you need to find a way to make him happy while getting what you need done with him. That is my advice, European Union. Work with President Vladimir Putin, not against him. He and I are exactly the same about people who are mean to us; EVIL Iowa knows.
My last blog post was published at 10:30am on 02July2015. I stayed at my regular morning haunt listening to music and checking the world news until 11:24am. I met with a psychologist where I stay after that.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when the psychologist walked down the stairs to get me and ending I walked down the stairs to leave.
We had a tomato bisque for lunch that was so good it made Benjamin proclaim, "This is the best tomato soup I have had in my life!" Yes, it was made from scratch in our kitchen, and it really was that good.
By 12:43pm, I was in my local coffee shop trying to figure out what the latest torture facility alarms were for. My Powers of Attorney had it sorted out quickly.
By 3:26pm, I was on my way to my playland, and I located LightFoot and MannedUp wheeling their (knights in) carts full of musical accoutrements into place at 3:54pm.
I stopped by darling Oggi to say, "Hi," while Tentacle were setting up their equipment. I requested Nirvana's Come as You Are from him.
4:20pm on 02July2015: Verified and unedited recording with full a&v of me just now fixing my makeup. Begin when the mirror came out. End when it goes back in bag.
My darlings' gorgeous rhythms began at 4:46pm. I did my best to warm up. The impediment is how stiff my arms are under the haldol. I am much better on the melody and on the complicated rhythms with my hands on my hips. My right foot is just fine.
LightFoot and MannedUp took their first break at 5:43pm just before a torture facility alarm vigilantly blared. I grabbed a snack and found Nick at 6:14pm. He was going to play again at 8pm. Oggi was on the corner. The same 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle were setting up their equipment between them.
They began again at 6:51pm. I sat down. As I described in my 27June2015 blog post, it is almost a paradise just having my loved ones nearby. There were more torture facility alarms. They took their second break at 7:54pm.
I tried to watch the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 8:10pm. My nightly cyberhug was foreshortened, though, since my wifi connection was weak. My darlings began again by 9pm. I had found them after grabbing dinner.
Sadly, yes, beyond-sadly, I had to leave them to catch the 10:15pm bus. It wrenches the still-beating heart out of my chest every time I leave them. I was asleep by 11:30pm and woke up on the morning of 03July2015 in time for breakfast.
At 9:01am, I was already at my regular morning haunt. I played music and checked for global crises to address. My daily morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies were my first tweet.
I returned to where I stay at 10:49am. Lunch at noon was delicious though uneventful. I was chatting with Hannah shortly afterwards. After giving my darlings Tentacle the night off, I uneventfully stayed at my place for dinner at 5pm.
With my band having the night off, I did not quite know what to do with myself. I was at my regular morning haunt just on a Friday night at 5:25pm. I headed back to where I stay at 6:52pm.
I missed watching the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 8:30pm and was asleep by 9pm. I woke up on 04July2015 with a lot of time for breakfast and was at my regular morning haunt by 8:40am. It was Independence Day. I was wondering how many human rights my people would have on the most American of holidays.
This blog post was published at 8:58am on 04July2015.
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.
If so many people would do anything for me, especially the best spies on the planet, why have I never ordered anyone to finally just kill Obama? I am not that kind of woman. I do not believe in extrajudicial assassinations.
I also criticized the the death of Osama bin Laden because he was not put on trial before his execution. Furthermore, death is too good for Obama. I want him to live a long life suffering behind bars thinking about what he did to my nation.
My beautiful world, again, we need them all arrested. Are you all helping convince US Attorney General Loretta Lynch to investigate and prosecute EVERYONE enforcing Obama's rules EVERYWHERE? Again, from my last blog post...
Enforcing Obama's rules enforces my poverty-stricken existence, Obama's human rights abuses against everyone around me, Obama's proven mental health genocide, Obama's systemic rape of me, and Obama's war.
We need Constitutional rights and freedoms enforced in America. Look at my people around me all day every day. They deem me a deity in their presence. But look at how few rights they have around me! No one can acknowledge reality to my face. Please! My people are worth saving.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I keep you so busy. Press every criminal charge possible against everyone we catch enforcing Obama's "rules" and propagating libel of me to coverup enforcing Obama's human rights abuses.
You are wonderful, ladies! The entire world thanks you for your genius hard work.
My selfless support system, beyond arresting every obstacle in your way preventing you from saving the world from Obama and from his open oppression of all of America, what do you need? Whatever you need, please tell me and all my beautiful world who supports all of us. And thank you. For everything, thank you!
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, you both need to negotiate contracts that allow you to take me on dates.
Obama's conspiracy is desperate to make me finally have sex for the first time since July2013. Use their desperation to your advantage. Negotiate contracts that allow us conversations and physical contact. My finally having a love life is a win-win situation.
More importantly, LightFoot, you are NOT dumb. My estimate of your IQ is bare minimum 145, and if you scored above 160, it would not surprise me. Do you remember when you followed my introduction to Manifold Theory and N-spaces just fine? More impressive is your highly mathematical musical talent.
When you get upset, my darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, I see it. Please, when you are unhappy, find some way to tell me what has you so upset at that moment. There are so many logical reasons for you to be unhappy at any given time; please help me narrow it down. Thank you.
As for you, Bogart, do you remember in Dec2014 when we wanted to go to karaoke night at Rock & Reilley's? You were blocked from reaching me, and I ended up cleaning an infestation by Obama's terrorists out of the bar. That was supposed to be our second date.
We only ever had one date, my darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno. As much as I should say, "I should have just slept with him," I do not move that quickly. You know it takes months of wooing to make me romantically ready to sleep with someone. I am ready now.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? I heard our marriage is VERY MUCH upheld by the federal court system. Thank you!
Beyond-Handsome, whom people sleep with does not determine to whom they are married. More importantly, if we were not forced into physical (and only physical, not emotional) separation by Enemy of America Obama, we would only sleep with each other.
Beloved, I know how hard you fight to finally be right next to me. Your fight is not lost on me. Just tell me what you need. I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. I know you will make that happen. Just tell me what you need.
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.
Russia. Please, European Union, may we discuss your sanctions against Russia? I believe making the people of Russia suffer economic hardships is counterproductive.
According to Voltaire, "It is not enough to conquer; one must know how to seduce." Do you remember one of the early scenes in El Cid when the Spanish catapulted bread into the city they besieged?
President Putin responds to being challenged by conquering all people mean to him and mean to Russia. One of the reasons he and I are such good friends is because, unlike many other world leaders, I am nice.
If you want to influence the President of Russia, you need to find a way to make him happy while getting what you need done with him. That is my advice, European Union. Work with President Vladimir Putin, not against him. He and I are exactly the same about people who are mean to us; EVIL Iowa knows.
My last blog post was published at 10:30am on 02July2015. I stayed at my regular morning haunt listening to music and checking the world news until 11:24am. I met with a psychologist where I stay after that.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when the psychologist walked down the stairs to get me and ending I walked down the stairs to leave.
We had a tomato bisque for lunch that was so good it made Benjamin proclaim, "This is the best tomato soup I have had in my life!" Yes, it was made from scratch in our kitchen, and it really was that good.
By 12:43pm, I was in my local coffee shop trying to figure out what the latest torture facility alarms were for. My Powers of Attorney had it sorted out quickly.
By 3:26pm, I was on my way to my playland, and I located LightFoot and MannedUp wheeling their (knights in) carts full of musical accoutrements into place at 3:54pm.
I stopped by darling Oggi to say, "Hi," while Tentacle were setting up their equipment. I requested Nirvana's Come as You Are from him.
4:20pm on 02July2015: Verified and unedited recording with full a&v of me just now fixing my makeup. Begin when the mirror came out. End when it goes back in bag.
My darlings' gorgeous rhythms began at 4:46pm. I did my best to warm up. The impediment is how stiff my arms are under the haldol. I am much better on the melody and on the complicated rhythms with my hands on my hips. My right foot is just fine.
LightFoot and MannedUp took their first break at 5:43pm just before a torture facility alarm vigilantly blared. I grabbed a snack and found Nick at 6:14pm. He was going to play again at 8pm. Oggi was on the corner. The same 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle were setting up their equipment between them.
They began again at 6:51pm. I sat down. As I described in my 27June2015 blog post, it is almost a paradise just having my loved ones nearby. There were more torture facility alarms. They took their second break at 7:54pm.
I tried to watch the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 8:10pm. My nightly cyberhug was foreshortened, though, since my wifi connection was weak. My darlings began again by 9pm. I had found them after grabbing dinner.
Sadly, yes, beyond-sadly, I had to leave them to catch the 10:15pm bus. It wrenches the still-beating heart out of my chest every time I leave them. I was asleep by 11:30pm and woke up on the morning of 03July2015 in time for breakfast.
At 9:01am, I was already at my regular morning haunt. I played music and checked for global crises to address. My daily morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies were my first tweet.
I returned to where I stay at 10:49am. Lunch at noon was delicious though uneventful. I was chatting with Hannah shortly afterwards. After giving my darlings Tentacle the night off, I uneventfully stayed at my place for dinner at 5pm.
With my band having the night off, I did not quite know what to do with myself. I was at my regular morning haunt just on a Friday night at 5:25pm. I headed back to where I stay at 6:52pm.
I missed watching the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 8:30pm and was asleep by 9pm. I woke up on 04July2015 with a lot of time for breakfast and was at my regular morning haunt by 8:40am. It was Independence Day. I was wondering how many human rights my people would have on the most American of holidays.
This blog post was published at 8:58am on 04July2015.
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.
If so many people would do anything for me, especially the best spies on the planet, why have I never ordered anyone to finally just kill Obama? I am not that kind of woman. I do not believe in extrajudicial assassinations.
I also criticized the the death of Osama bin Laden because he was not put on trial before his execution. Furthermore, death is too good for Obama. I want him to live a long life suffering behind bars thinking about what he did to my nation.
My beautiful world, again, we need them all arrested. Are you all helping convince US Attorney General Loretta Lynch to investigate and prosecute EVERYONE enforcing Obama's rules EVERYWHERE? Again, from my last blog post...
Enforcing Obama's rules enforces my poverty-stricken existence, Obama's human rights abuses against everyone around me, Obama's proven mental health genocide, Obama's systemic rape of me, and Obama's war.
We need Constitutional rights and freedoms enforced in America. Look at my people around me all day every day. They deem me a deity in their presence. But look at how few rights they have around me! No one can acknowledge reality to my face. Please! My people are worth saving.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I keep you so busy. Press every criminal charge possible against everyone we catch enforcing Obama's "rules" and propagating libel of me to coverup enforcing Obama's human rights abuses.
You are wonderful, ladies! The entire world thanks you for your genius hard work.
My selfless support system, beyond arresting every obstacle in your way preventing you from saving the world from Obama and from his open oppression of all of America, what do you need? Whatever you need, please tell me and all my beautiful world who supports all of us. And thank you. For everything, thank you!
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, you both need to negotiate contracts that allow you to take me on dates.
Obama's conspiracy is desperate to make me finally have sex for the first time since July2013. Use their desperation to your advantage. Negotiate contracts that allow us conversations and physical contact. My finally having a love life is a win-win situation.
More importantly, LightFoot, you are NOT dumb. My estimate of your IQ is bare minimum 145, and if you scored above 160, it would not surprise me. Do you remember when you followed my introduction to Manifold Theory and N-spaces just fine? More impressive is your highly mathematical musical talent.
When you get upset, my darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, I see it. Please, when you are unhappy, find some way to tell me what has you so upset at that moment. There are so many logical reasons for you to be unhappy at any given time; please help me narrow it down. Thank you.
As for you, Bogart, do you remember in Dec2014 when we wanted to go to karaoke night at Rock & Reilley's? You were blocked from reaching me, and I ended up cleaning an infestation by Obama's terrorists out of the bar. That was supposed to be our second date.
We only ever had one date, my darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno. As much as I should say, "I should have just slept with him," I do not move that quickly. You know it takes months of wooing to make me romantically ready to sleep with someone. I am ready now.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? I heard our marriage is VERY MUCH upheld by the federal court system. Thank you!
Beyond-Handsome, whom people sleep with does not determine to whom they are married. More importantly, if we were not forced into physical (and only physical, not emotional) separation by Enemy of America Obama, we would only sleep with each other.
Beloved, I know how hard you fight to finally be right next to me. Your fight is not lost on me. Just tell me what you need. I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. I know you will make that happen. Just tell me what you need.
Thursday, July 2, 2015
Daily Selfies
Title: Daily Selfies
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.
Ukraine. We could save so many lives if I could just have enough human rights to do my REAL job in this world. How many people is President Vladimir Putin willing to sit down and talk to about the Ukraine at all?
I am sure I could find a way to make the Russian President satisfied without needing a strip of land connecting Mother Russia to the Crimean Peninsula. The people of both Russia and the Ukraine deserve letting me at least try.
My last blog post was published at 9:01pm on 30June2015. I stayed at my local wifi hotspot a little later and perched back where I stay at 9:38pm chatting with Hannah about what life must be like in Switzerland. I was asleep by 11:15pm.
On 01July2015, I was awake at 6:36am, so the office could draw my blood. I was okay with the blood draw; I used to have a thyroid condition that fixed itself, so I know I need to keep tabs on it.
I chatted with Benjamin during my tasty breakfast, and I was at my regular morning haunt at 8:29am. I quickly took my daily I'm-not-dead-yet selfies for tweeting.
They do not look so bad for a woman who will be 38 years old on 12Oct this year. Did everyone get to see me take my morning selfies?
I left my regular morning and haunt at 10:41am and returned to where I stay. I had my daily delightful chat with Benjamin over lunch, and I was tweeting from my local coffee shop by 12:33pm. I wrote a Shakespearean sonnet for Sweetness that afternoon.
I left for my playland at 1:26pm, and I looked around for my darlings Tentacle at 2pm. No, they were not there. But once I learned they were okay and just blocked from reaching me, I went back to my place for dinner.
I found 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle right there on my playland at 5:41pm. LightFoot and MannedUp had made it. I asked my beautiful world to check on GeneralLee.
They took their first break only one or two songs after I arrived. Break time is a function of my playland not their own personal timing. Four young school girls asked them for an interview, and quite separately I learned I needed to send more I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
They began again at 6:39pm. I warmed up as best I could. It was a better night than most for my meditation. It felt amazing.
While they were on their next break, I watched the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 8:10pm. My nightly cyberhug was warm as could be and came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt.
I rejoined them at 8:33pm after they had already begun their brilliant music. I tried to warm up again, but it was very difficult. Very quickly, I just sat down.
It was after 10:30pm when they quit playing. My darlings MannedUp and LightFoot were so reluctant to leave me. It was already 11:28pm when they wheeled off into the night. It felt so good to stay beside them later.
Before 10pm, we had been joined by troublemaker Doma; he claimed to be a Ukrainian soccer player, a right defender, whom I spent time with making friends.
Please release a verified and unedited recording with full audio and videos of my entire time with Doma. Begin the first time he sits on the park bench facing me. End when I saw him receiving advice in the parking garage. We shall entitle it, "I've never drunk a hot Rock Star before." And thank you!
I was at my place by 1:44am and was asleep by 2am. I woke up on the morning of 02July2015 just in time for breakfast. I was at my regular morning haunt writing and listening to music at 9:10am.
Yes, I needed to take more selfies to prove I am not dead yet...
This blog post was published at 10:31am on 02July2015.
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.
Who are these people who have been raping me? Whomever Obama has been sending. Obama's systemic rape of me began when his "egg" began. It is one of the main reasons I wrote the Right to Knowledge section of The Penumbra. I wanted to know why it kept happening to me in my sleep.
The Obama-ordered systemic rape has been an inescapable tenet of Obama's "egg" that even followed me after I fled the country in 2010. Obama needs to be held accountable for being my rape-slaver.
Obama's extragovernmental conspiracy often claim they rape-impregnate me. The last time Obama raped me was 15May2015. Yes, I have had my period since then.
My beautiful world, feel free to go back and reread the love letters to my husband I published in this blog late last year. You all know I could never lie to my husband. [Syn, please include links to my snail mail to Sweetness here.]
My selfless support system, you have been successfully guarding me for a month and half now from being raped again. You know from Cuddlebunny's debriefing that they sneak up on me, inject me in my sleep to make sure I sleep through it all, and they rape me as if I would never notice it. Thank you for protecting me now!
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I keep you so busy. Yes, please keep working on arresting everyone who enforces Obama's crimes against America that he mislabeled "rules." Thank you!
Enforcing Obama's rules enforces my poverty-stricken existence, Obama's human rights abuses against everyone around me, Obama's proven mental health genocide, Obama's systemic rape of me, and Obama's war.
As of you, my symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, you make me feel so loved.
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, it is when you pound your drum and strum you guitar gently and affectionately-- that is exactly how you make love to me (through your music) just how I need it-- just how I like it.
You were on one knee last night playing me MannedUp's guitar. My heart exploded with love. You do your job making me feel loved very well.
As for you, Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, I know you tried to reach me last night AGAIN. You similarly need a new agreement to enable your being in my life again. Please ask the United Nations Secretary General and my Powers of Attorney to help you negotiate a new contract if you want one.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? El Rey Dulce de mi Corazón, bailaremos a bajo la lluvia. Our love is an "Aquel entoces"! Here is my latest Shakespearean sonnet. I wrote it to you yesterday afternoon.
Just once, not long ago, the EVIL State
Of Iowa made me believe I was
All fat and ugly. Unattractive hate
They filled my mind with caused my conscious fuzz.
Yet ever-beautiful my face did glow.
How evil people made me doubt myself,
Their full depravity will only know.
My mind sits not upon an empty shelf.
And yet you loved me, Sweetness; even though,
I told you I was hideous to see.
Your love like gales upon the shore would blow
As if Poseidon churned the bluegreen sea.
A castle in the sky you built my space.
You never cared at all about my face.
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.
Ukraine. We could save so many lives if I could just have enough human rights to do my REAL job in this world. How many people is President Vladimir Putin willing to sit down and talk to about the Ukraine at all?
I am sure I could find a way to make the Russian President satisfied without needing a strip of land connecting Mother Russia to the Crimean Peninsula. The people of both Russia and the Ukraine deserve letting me at least try.
My last blog post was published at 9:01pm on 30June2015. I stayed at my local wifi hotspot a little later and perched back where I stay at 9:38pm chatting with Hannah about what life must be like in Switzerland. I was asleep by 11:15pm.
On 01July2015, I was awake at 6:36am, so the office could draw my blood. I was okay with the blood draw; I used to have a thyroid condition that fixed itself, so I know I need to keep tabs on it.
I chatted with Benjamin during my tasty breakfast, and I was at my regular morning haunt at 8:29am. I quickly took my daily I'm-not-dead-yet selfies for tweeting.
They do not look so bad for a woman who will be 38 years old on 12Oct this year. Did everyone get to see me take my morning selfies?
I left my regular morning and haunt at 10:41am and returned to where I stay. I had my daily delightful chat with Benjamin over lunch, and I was tweeting from my local coffee shop by 12:33pm. I wrote a Shakespearean sonnet for Sweetness that afternoon.
I left for my playland at 1:26pm, and I looked around for my darlings Tentacle at 2pm. No, they were not there. But once I learned they were okay and just blocked from reaching me, I went back to my place for dinner.
I found 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle right there on my playland at 5:41pm. LightFoot and MannedUp had made it. I asked my beautiful world to check on GeneralLee.
They took their first break only one or two songs after I arrived. Break time is a function of my playland not their own personal timing. Four young school girls asked them for an interview, and quite separately I learned I needed to send more I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
They began again at 6:39pm. I warmed up as best I could. It was a better night than most for my meditation. It felt amazing.
While they were on their next break, I watched the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 8:10pm. My nightly cyberhug was warm as could be and came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt.
I rejoined them at 8:33pm after they had already begun their brilliant music. I tried to warm up again, but it was very difficult. Very quickly, I just sat down.
It was after 10:30pm when they quit playing. My darlings MannedUp and LightFoot were so reluctant to leave me. It was already 11:28pm when they wheeled off into the night. It felt so good to stay beside them later.
Before 10pm, we had been joined by troublemaker Doma; he claimed to be a Ukrainian soccer player, a right defender, whom I spent time with making friends.
Please release a verified and unedited recording with full audio and videos of my entire time with Doma. Begin the first time he sits on the park bench facing me. End when I saw him receiving advice in the parking garage. We shall entitle it, "I've never drunk a hot Rock Star before." And thank you!
I was at my place by 1:44am and was asleep by 2am. I woke up on the morning of 02July2015 just in time for breakfast. I was at my regular morning haunt writing and listening to music at 9:10am.
Yes, I needed to take more selfies to prove I am not dead yet...
This blog post was published at 10:31am on 02July2015.
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.
Who are these people who have been raping me? Whomever Obama has been sending. Obama's systemic rape of me began when his "egg" began. It is one of the main reasons I wrote the Right to Knowledge section of The Penumbra. I wanted to know why it kept happening to me in my sleep.
The Obama-ordered systemic rape has been an inescapable tenet of Obama's "egg" that even followed me after I fled the country in 2010. Obama needs to be held accountable for being my rape-slaver.
Obama's extragovernmental conspiracy often claim they rape-impregnate me. The last time Obama raped me was 15May2015. Yes, I have had my period since then.
My beautiful world, feel free to go back and reread the love letters to my husband I published in this blog late last year. You all know I could never lie to my husband. [Syn, please include links to my snail mail to Sweetness here.]
My selfless support system, you have been successfully guarding me for a month and half now from being raped again. You know from Cuddlebunny's debriefing that they sneak up on me, inject me in my sleep to make sure I sleep through it all, and they rape me as if I would never notice it. Thank you for protecting me now!
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I keep you so busy. Yes, please keep working on arresting everyone who enforces Obama's crimes against America that he mislabeled "rules." Thank you!
Enforcing Obama's rules enforces my poverty-stricken existence, Obama's human rights abuses against everyone around me, Obama's proven mental health genocide, Obama's systemic rape of me, and Obama's war.
As of you, my symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, you make me feel so loved.
My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, it is when you pound your drum and strum you guitar gently and affectionately-- that is exactly how you make love to me (through your music) just how I need it-- just how I like it.
You were on one knee last night playing me MannedUp's guitar. My heart exploded with love. You do your job making me feel loved very well.
As for you, Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, I know you tried to reach me last night AGAIN. You similarly need a new agreement to enable your being in my life again. Please ask the United Nations Secretary General and my Powers of Attorney to help you negotiate a new contract if you want one.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? El Rey Dulce de mi Corazón, bailaremos a bajo la lluvia. Our love is an "Aquel entoces"! Here is my latest Shakespearean sonnet. I wrote it to you yesterday afternoon.
Just once, not long ago, the EVIL State
Of Iowa made me believe I was
All fat and ugly. Unattractive hate
They filled my mind with caused my conscious fuzz.
Yet ever-beautiful my face did glow.
How evil people made me doubt myself,
Their full depravity will only know.
My mind sits not upon an empty shelf.
And yet you loved me, Sweetness; even though,
I told you I was hideous to see.
Your love like gales upon the shore would blow
As if Poseidon churned the bluegreen sea.
A castle in the sky you built my space.
You never cared at all about my face.
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