Forbidden Love

Title: Forbidden Love

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. In short, America is not an enemy of Russia. This is not the Cold War. We are allies now.

How long ago did President of Russia Vladimir Putin sign on the dotted line to wake up his sleeping KGB agents to help the CIA and MI6 rescue and protect me?

The U.S. Navy has also turned a blind eye for over a year already to the Russian submarines on the California coast just in case I need them.

Russia recently asserted an open willingness to do absolutely anything to help me save America. Please read my previous blog post. I asked President Putin to organize the global pressure on the U.S. to end Obama's "egg" forever.

Thank you, Russia, for loving America enough to be willing to march in here and save us all if we need it. Thank you.

My last blog post was finished at 8:52am on Wednesday, 19Aug2015. Immediately after sending it to my lovelies who publish all of my posts for me, I queued my music and checked my makeup.

As promised, at 9am I watched the NBC Nightly News online from the previous night. My hug from my darling Mr. Lester Holt was truly spectacular.

I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies while Madonna's Vogue played on my Spotify account. It was a beautiful morning.

I left my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, for my place at 10:14am. I changed my clothes and went to the Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library for more selfies...

Romper: Brandy Melville, Necklace: Zara, Wrap: Abercrombie & Fitch, Leather Jacket: ANGL, Shoes: Naturalizer, Hosiery: Nordstrom's, Bracelet: San Diego Old Town State Park, Roll of Tape: LightFoot, Hat: CIA

I chatted with Benjamin during lunch at noon. After eating, I walked six blocks away to drop off my dry cleaning at a local place that has had the same owner Kevin for the last thirty-three years.

Then, I took a nap before catching the bus at 3:09pm to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I found FlamencoHands at 3:28pm that Wednesday afternoon. He was already strumming his Spanish guitar and played until 3:57pm.

I had been told to expect my darlings Tentacle Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday this week, but they were not there that day.

4:19pm on 19Aug2015: #SquidsPoA @CIA @UN @RT_com @cctvnews My darlings Tentacle are not here. Please hurry and check on them. Make sure they're safe. Thx!

My darling FlamencoHands offered me an orange at 4:28pm. It was barely peeled by the time the vigilant torture facility alarm blared by at 4:31pm quickly followed by a warning that crosstown loved ones were stopped at 4:36pm.

I stopped in the Sephora to check my makeup before sitting with Patricia over coffee and tea at 5:02pm on the patio outside of my local Famima. I love that Famima. My only problem there is Rabin, and Handsome(Roger) more than makes up for him.

I rejoined FlamencoHands, and there was a new torture facility alarm at 5:51pm. His Spanish guitar music began at 6:10pm, and I did much writing while he played.

Then, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest when LightFoot walked by at 6:49pm. It looked like I was about to enjoy my darlings Tentacle that night.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. I thank my darling Mr. Lester Holt for his nightly cyberhug. It was wonderful, warm, and full of love.

I told FlamencoHands, "Goodnight," at 7:57pm when he finished playing and when he began packing up his things. He was done for the night, but I planned on staying out late.

After a visit to my Famima for snacks and caffeine, I was with MannedUp and LightFoot when they began at 8:44pm. There was no drummer. MannedUp was on keyboard and a looping drum pad, and LightFoot was on electric guitar.

There was no drummer; it was different but worth the experiment. I much prefer having an electric guitar, but nothing beats a live drummer. Then again, we were all a little strange that night. I danced with my shoes on.

Red took over the moment the guys stopped. I had never seen them so reluctant to leave. There was no wheeling away back into the night sky until 10:35pm. I love my band. Ever-loving LightFoot was the last to leave.

After they left, I stayed and listened to Red before catching the 11:15pm bus. I was curled up and asleep by 12:30am.

I woke up on Thursday, 20Aug2015, over an hour before breakfast. After eating, I was at my regular morning haunt by 8:18am. They are such sweethearts there. Here are my morning selfies...

I started singing along while I worked at 8:56am. After returning to where I stay, I talked to the maintenance man and stopped in the activity room for coffee and cookies.

By 10:37am, I was outside of the Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library listening to music and working online. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I took the bus at 2:10pm to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

I immediately ran my errands, but almost the moment I got off the bus, I saw MannedUp staking out where he and LightFoot were going to play at 4pm.

It was only 2:31pm, and my errands including stopping in my Famima to buy a cup of coffee from Handsome did not end until 3:07pm when I perched near the street musician named Dylan to wait for my darlings Tentacle to play.

MannedUp and LightFoot started their gorgeous music at 4:22pm. I had my shoes off as fast as I could. Our connection had been so strong the previous few nights that the meditation had been amazing, but I did not hit my stride that afternoon. I felt distracted.

What was on my mind? Loneliness. I was far from hitting my zone that afternoon.

They took their mandatory every-two-hour break at 5:55pm. As they staked out their place to play at 8pm, I rustled up some snacks and caffeine back at my local Famima. My darling Handsome is such a sweetheart.

I had a delightful chat with Patricia and Maggie out on the Famima patio. I even caught a few minutes of Rachel Maxann strumming and singing before rustling up enough bandwidth to stream the NBC Nightly News online at 7:15pm.

My nightly cyberhug was something I really needed. I was back beside my darlings Tentacle by 7:45pm. Their public love was also something I really needed. I also figured out why I could not meditate earlier; there was a message out on the aether trying to reach me.

8:03pm on 20Aug2015: @SynivaWhitney I am worried GeneralLee got locked in a torture facility. Please send Amita & Ugwuji to check on him. I love him. @ICC @NIH

8:08pm on 20Aug2015: @SynivaWhitney If GeneralLee really is in a literal torture facility, try Pasadena where they kept me in 2013. I feel he is there. Thx!

My Powers of Attorney told me they were on it, so when my darlings Tentacle started their heavenly rhythms at 8:23pm, I threw down on their dance floor. It had been a mediocre afternoon, but it was a spectacular night.

We were all reluctant leave. They played until their battery died; I danced until my feet were sore. They had decided they would not leave before I did, but I did successfully out wait them.

While at the Subway that morning, I had promised to meet my old friend Michael at the Famima at 11pm. Sure enough, Michael found me at 10:56pm sitting with my guys and offered to bring the Famima snacks to me. He is such a sweetheart. The conversation was delightful.

MannedUp and LightFoot finally wheeled their carts back into the night sky where we all really belong at 11:32pm. Ever-smitten MannedUp was the last to leave. Michael walked me to the bus stop, and I caught the 11:45pm bus. I was curled up and asleep by 12:30am.

I woke up on Friday, 21Aug2015, and went to breakfast. After eating, I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, at 8:32am. I had work to do.

This blog post was finished at 8:52am on 21Aug2015.

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 hate erotica so much? I find it disgusting. I call it eRotten. There is a HUGE difference between being a sexually attractive woman and being filth. I have NEVER been filth.

What is the purpose of my light show? Mostly, I just look around and see what other people's energy is doing.

But when I create my own light show, it focuses my mind when I focus my energy. For example, during the "Electric Field" song, I reach a level of personal clarity between me and the universe when I bring my light show.

How often do I write a new poem? Every time that jabberwocky in my spleen needs to be lanced. Please check my blog regularly for the latest. There is even a new one in this post.

My beautiful world, yes, please organize global action to force Obama's "egg" to end. It feels like the only people in this world who do not listen to me is the part of the U.S. in illegal power. Obama was already impeached in 2013 for his "egg;" who is still allowing him to do this to us?

We need organized global pressure to force Obama's "egg" to end. We need everyone enforcing his "egg" arrested IMMEDIATELY. On the short term, I could use human rights negotiated into my darlings Tentacle's contracts. Please carry out those three objectives, my beautiful world.

My selfless support system, you have done so well lately keeping me safe and alive. I have a safe place to stay with no cameras enslaving me nor any war criminals raping me inside. I have food. I have a warm bed.

I have a community mobilized to keep me safe. I am surrounded by people who love me, including all of you. We have made huge progress since June2015. Thank you!

Do you need anything to make your lives keeping me safe any easier, my selfless support system? I am working on organizing the world to help end Obama's "egg."

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, yes, genius darlings, do you need anything? Whatever you need to do your job, you get. I feel the same way about all of you that you feel about me. You are heroes to so many. Just tell us all what you need.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, I was hoping to see you as soon as Wednesday, 19Aug, AND YOU MADE IT!

My darling MannedUp, thank you. You do everything possible to make sure you are always here for me. Thank you. I knew I could count on how much you love me just like you all count on how much I love you.

My darling GeneralLee, please tell me I will see you soon. I do not like when you are kept away from me. I need my circle of four complete. None of us are okay when anyone is missing. How fast did we get you out of that torture facility?

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I asked Russia to negotiate you into my life. Do you remember my 08July2015 blog post?

My darling Bogart, you are such a darling. Thank you! You keep me safe everywhere I go. You are such a wonderful boyfriend. Thank you!

My darling LightFoot, kisses! When you walked by me on Wednesday, 19Aug, after I had given up on seeing you that night, my heart jumped out of my chest.

You were the first one there and the last one to leave. I know love when I see love. It also helps that I am an empath. Thank you. Oh, how I plan on kissing you.

My Lips Never Wander

My lips never wander
From idea to idea.
I have a
One-track mouth.
Play me your music.
We'll make love
On the dance floor.
My lips never wander
Anywhere but to you.

And the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?

Forbidden Love

The aching of the being for what we are forbidden has our weeping hearts lonelier that an abandoned life raft in the middle of the sea. I am surrounded by your love I am forbidden from touching every minute of every day.

You never stop screaming my name begging the universe just to be able to whisper, "I love you," in my ear. I never stop sweeping my arms through the heavens praying someday I might touch your waiting face.

Darling, I married you. You are mine locked in a treasure chest I still need a map to locate. But I will put a kiss on that X that marks your spot as fast as I your exhale can carry me to your side.

I love you, my hero and my king.

Beloved, I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.

I Demand my Staff be Made Happy.

Title: I Demand my Staff be Made Happy.

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 REAL job is philanthropic problem solving. Imagine what I could accomplish if I were not under constant mortal threat from Obama's war criminals' unrelenting libel that I have any mental imperfection at all whatsoever.

USA. SynSyn and Sweetness, please see if we an help pay for fighting these wildfires that are raging across the west. Everyone is already doing everything possible to save everyone's lives and property; all I can think of helping with is paying for the fire fight. Please see what we can do.

Also check if the darling Mr. Bill Gates and darling Mr. Warren Buffet, etc. want to help. Please see if the super rich of America are willing to donate to fight the wildfires. California is particularly worried we might end up with Santa Ana driven fires. Let us get ready for it now.

Nigeria. My beautiful world, I know first hand about homelessness, poverty, and malnutrition. Just $5 goes so far keeping starving children alive. Please.

Yes, SynSyn and Sweetness, please see what we can do to help UNICEF, too.

My last blog post was finished at 7:20am on 17Aug2015 from my bedroom before breakfast. I quickly sent it to my lovelies who publish all of my posts for me.

Breakfast did not sound very inspiring that morning, so by 7:54am, I was sitting on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway at the corner of Pico Boulevard and 18th Street in Santa Monica, with a breakfast sandwich.

I quickly streamed some music and sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

The headbanging began as early as 8:33am. But the singing along while I worked started at 8:54am. I headed back to where I stay at 9:36am, so I could call my mom.

My mom sounded very good and healthy. I worry about her living there among the most EVIL people to ever exist in human history past, present, or future, contemporary Iowa. I wish she would move to Spain or France. Sweetness, please offer my mom a place to live.

Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I caught the bus to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade, at 12:58pm.

I listened to some music and did a little shopping before I met my darling FlamencoHands at 3:16pm. He was getting ready to play in front of the Apple Store, and his grumpiness with the act before him was completely adorable.

FlamencoHands started at 4:16pm, and he was as genius as ever. I grabbed a pepperoni twist from the Wetzel's Pretzels as a snack.

FlamencoHands played until 6pm before he packed up his equipment and relocated to outside the Bravo Cucina to stake out his 8pm place to play. I love bending his ear for chats. We have some of the best conversations.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. I received the hugest cyberhug ever from my darling Mr. Lester Holt that night. Thank you, Lester.

I was back beside FlamencoHands at 7:49pm. His music began at 8:22pm, and I got a lot of writing done to the tune of his Spanish guitar before he abruptly halted at 9:10pm.

FlamencoHands had a problem with the act right next to him, so he marched down the street and staked out a place to play at 10pm. I had the pleasure of cheering him up with nothing but my charms and a good ear.

It also gave me a chance to stop by and say, "Hi!" to my Americana folk singer Red at 9:37pm and to buy myself some dinner just before 10pm. Of course, when 10pm finally rolled around, FlamencoHands decided not to play after all. Sigh... Artists.

So, we wheeled away into the night. The car pulled away at 10:41pm, and I was curled up and asleep (always alone) by 11:30pm.

It was the night I had asked Sweetness to send me his energy, and he never fails me. Yes, I felt my husband's presence with me. We were beautiful.

Very well rested, I woke up on Tuesday, 18Aug2015, well before breakfast. After eating, I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, at 8:20am. I queued my music and took my I-am-not-dead-yet selfies for the morning.

I started singing along while I worked at 8:52am. I walked back inside for a cookie at 9:28am. And at 10:32am, I headed back to my place to take care of some odds and ends before lunch. I even had a chance to play the piano for a little while. Talk about rusty.

I chatted with Benjamin during lunch at noon. At 12:11, I left my place to catch the bus to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. After shopping and snacking, I found FlamencoHands at 2:31pm outside of the Urban Outfitters. His music was as quality as ever.

There was a vigilant torture facility alarm at 3:53pm that my Powers of Attorney handled quickly. I get so much good writing done when FlamencoHands plays, and he did not stop until 3:57pm.

I looked around for hosiery every place on the Promenade I could think of having any, and I finally found a pair of tights in sheer black with back seams at Nordstrom's.

The only thing better would have been fishnets with diamond seams; I bought a Via Spiga brand pair once in 2009 and accidentally destroyed them with house paint a few months later.

When I returned to FlamencoHands, I found him with coffee stains all over his white shirt. Sigh... Artists. So, I watched his stuff while he went and bought a new shirt.

It was that or hand washing it with bleach. Thank the atheist heavens he did not ask me to do that for him.

My darling FlamencoHands returned at 5:35pm in appropriate attire. I had a chat with ODean about karaoke reality shows and dairy farms until 6:39pm.

Then, I tried to rustle up enough bandwidth to stream the NBC Nightly News at 7:15pm, but I could not convince the night's broadcast to stream no matter what I tried.

There was a lot of friendly conversation after that with a number of locals before FlamencoHands started playing again at 8:22pm. I stopped in my local Famima for a cup of coffee. It was a mellow yet very social night.

Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my conversation that ended at 10:19pm. Goddamn! I need a recording of that conversation! Please entitle it, "I don't tolerate homophobia."

My Americana folk singer Red started as soon as FlamencoHands finished. I stayed to listen to him play before catching the 10:45pm bus. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.

I woke up on Wednesday, 19Aug2015, just in time for breakfast. Please reread my 07Aug2015 Appendix about today. I was at my regular morning haunt by 8:46am. I had work to do.

This blog post was finished at 8:52am on 19Aug2015.

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.

Am I running for President? Not in 2016. I promised my brave rescuers that I would run only if they wanted me to, but I need time to heal and to have my children once this "egg" ends before I run for president.

I will, of course, do everything possible for my country working with any and every president who fights Obama's "egg."

My beautiful world, yes, I heard you. You are all willing to do absolutely anything to help me. Thank you. I mean that with all my heart. Thank you.

When in doubt, my beautiful world, if you want to help but do not know what to do, check with my Powers of Attorney, my husband the Mr. Johnny "Sweetness" Depp, my darlings Tentacle, the CIA, the NSA, my mother Mrs. Diñadar Albon Varilek, and my selfless support system to see if anyone needs anything.

We really need organized global pressure on the Department of Justice to finally arrest and convict every proven international and federal war criminal enforcing any part of Obama's "egg" from the unrelenting war crime coverups that I have any mental imperfections at all up to Obama himself.

What can you do, my beautiful world? If ANY of these proven war criminals visit your countries, please arrest them. How much foreign soil has Obama himself touched? And he has never seen shackles for what he has done to me and to America!

Please generate the International Criminal Court arrest warrants for Obama and everyone propping him up. We particular need everyone guilty of terrorizing America and the world with mortal threats against me built on false accusations of any mental illness ARRESTED IMMEDIATELY.

We need every EVIL (expletive)hole guilty of using human rights abuses against me as acts of war from unlawful imprisonment to torture to human trafficking to poverty to denial of all reality to my face arrested.

We need every human rights abuser guilty of oppressing my people with lies, mental health genocide, denial of freedom of speech, denial of peaceful assembly, and denial of reality in all public media arrested!

Russia, you in particular have been asking what you can do to help me. Force these enemies of America to finally be arrested. PLEASE!

My selfless support system, PRESS CRIMINAL CHARGES! Force the FBI off their (expletive)es. Force the Department of Justice to FINALLY do its job and arrest every enemy of America and the Barack Obama who sends their orders! PLEASE! This "egg" needs to END and NOW!

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, no one who fights as hard as I do 24/7 to survive Obama's "egg" of horrors and abuse built on such lies can ever be libeled "suicidal." Make them pay for those lies. I tolerate such human rights abuses from NO ONE. And, thank you!

Much more importantly, my beloved genius Powers of Attorney, do you have any complaints about your working conditions? You have always set your own paychecks and defined your own work environments. These are things I have very little control over.

However, if I may finally set some guidelines...
1) Absolutely no one works for me for less than $75,000 a year, except for possibly my paid interns whose tuition for their class credit they earn working for me I would like to pay for. My Powers of Attorney, please tell me I am paying you millions if not billions.
2) Please ask my darling Mr. Willem Griffin Courtney to call up some colleagues to make sure everyone has in-office massages and fully ergonomic working environments.
3) All offices must have unlimited safe snacks and safe caffeine. What I need for fuel, may all of you have as fuel.
4) Paid vacations. Maternity and paternity leave is up to personal discretion. Per diems for business trips. Blah. Blah. Blah.
5) If anyone has any work-related problems, I want them resolved promptly. Who is my Head of Human Resources? Is it my darling Ms. Sandra Isabella Oxford or is it my darling Ms. Gwen "Molly" Armbruster? Are either of them Powers of Attorney instead?

My gorgeous genius Powers of Attorney, you have some of the most important jobs on this planet. Whatever you need to do your job you get. That is how I feel about all of my employees. Please make sure my workers are happy.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, are you all happy on my staff? Ignoring the obvious star-crossed sexual frustration, do you need anything as my employees, my darlings Tentacle? Please call my HR department.

My darling MannedUp, yes, dear, we will have your favorite Beyoncé song as our first duet. I only regret it took so long for us to record a duet. May they play it from here to the International Space Station if for any reason, just to make you happy.

My darling GeneralLee, set the duet I wrote. Set the villanelle. Set every poem I have written for the three of you. I really want all four of us singing on your setting of my darling late Edgar Allen Poe's Annabel Lee. Are you busy enough?

Maybe it will keep your mind off of our sexual tension. Giggle.

Come now, and light my night sky.

Enter my night like the stars enter the sky. Light my every nook with your rays ablaze with every loving glory. You are the stars in my cloudless expanse.

May the mere mortals gaze upon us from below as if we determine their fates and define their futures. Track across my surface circle within circle all the night long making love to my shadows just to live brightening the sparkle in my eyes.

Come now, darlings, reach up and touch the sky.

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, how are you two?

My darling Bogart, I am a whole lot of rich, powerful, genius, gorgeous, naturally sweethearted woman. You spend two nights in my arms, and you have never recovered.

Bogart, the world told me to start calling you my ex. But you are still a vital part of my life. I tell you everywhere I go and everything I do, and you make sure I am safe. You are still my boyfriend to me, Bryan.

My darling LightFoot, I REALLY want to heal your bandaged left hand. I have tried everything I can think of from across the street; I will need to touch you to heal you.

I need my right hand around your left knuckles and my left hand on the right side of your face to close the circle. I am most effective when I close the circle.

Knowing you, though, if I were that close to you, you would kiss me. It sounds like a must-do situation if you ask me.

My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? Busy?

As always, HoneyHoney, I keep you so busy. It is your job to carry out my work for me in all the places I cannot reach due to Obama's human rights abuses of me.

Beloved, it is also your job to bring my future now. My darling boyfriends are in charge of making my present livable. You, as my husband, have always been responsible for my future.

And, my big sexy hunk of man, you never fail me. Thank you. Now, bring the car around. I want to go home. I want to go to our REAL home in the Hills. Where are you?

"They Accomplished Too Much."

Title: "They Accomplished Too Much."

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 need someone I love to kiss me, and I need it now. MannedUp, GeneralLee, LightFoot, Bogart, and Sweetness, do something about it.

North Korea. How many people over the last fifty years have been a positive influence on North Korea? Well, China, and, of course,... me. I created common ground between North and South Korea years ago that started talks between them that led to promises of reconciliation.

There was not much fruition, as you can tell, but it was a good beginning with Supreme Leader Kim Jung-Un. I helped North Korea release US hostages. Our top spy was sent to seal the deal in my honor instead of Secretary of State John Kerry.

Obama needs to finally allow me to do my REAL job. Everyone enforcing Obama's "egg" needs to be arrested for crimes against the entirety of humanity. Do not let me start about Obama's crimes against America.

My last blog post was finished at 7:30am on 15Aug2015 even before breakfast. After breakfast, I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:18am working online.

I sang from 9am until 10am while I worked. I moved to the Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library by 10:32am, so I could plug in my iPad.

Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I took a brief nap before waiting for the bus to the 3rd Street Promenade at 2:47pm.

I found LightFoot and MannedUp at 3:17pm. My meditation began as fast as I could kick my shoes off. There was an interruption at 3:38pm by vigilant torture facility alarms. The music stopped just before 4pm, but the door between us was already open.

The guys staked out their place to play for 6pm which gave me a chance to stop in the Sephora to check my makeup, stop in the Famima to buy a cup of coffee from Handsome(Roger), and to watch Derek Day after 4:21pm.

I believe I already explained Derek and I first met in 2010 while I was living in Liverpool. He was surprised to learn I recognized him months ago when I told him. Derek rocked it out until 5:59pm, and I admit there was a noteworthy light show during his set, if anyone feels like sharing the footage.

LightFoot and MannedUp set up their equipment, started at 6:21pm, and played with only occasional technical difficulties until 7:52pm. It was a good night. It was a very good night. The three of us were so well connected.

After they were done, I left to stream the NBC Nightly News at 8pm. My nightly cyberhug from my darling Mr. Peter Alexander was as beautiful as my dancing had been previously. It was stunning.

But while I was cyberhugging, LightFoot and MannedUp were taken away from me. The word on the street was that "they accomplished too much."

When my darling Tentacle's job is healing me well enough every night that I can do my real job, service to humanity, all day under the most unlivable circumstances ever inflicted on anyone in the history of America, who the hell complains if "they accomplished too much"?!? Only a psychopath!

I made sure I ate dinner, and I answered some questions about the light show before catching the 9:50pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.

I woke up on Sunday, 16Aug2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. But it was hot cereal, and I do not eat hot cereal. So, by 8:27am, I had ordered breakfast at my regular morning haunt.

Streaming music and sending I-am-not-dead-yet selfies did not take very long. My Powers of Attorney were already busy kicking unholy (expletive). After much work that morning, I finally started singing along with my music from 9:55am until 10:27am.

At 10:46am, I left my local Subway and returned to my place. I chatted with Benjamin over lunch, and by 1:21pm I was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I found LightFoot and MannedUp at 1:38pm right when they broke to relocate.

While they were in transition, I stopped in my local Famima for a cup of coffee and was harassed by their employee Rabin. That is the same rat (expletive) who repeatedly poured water all over my writing journals destroying them months ago.

He needs to be arrested and held accountable personally for the full financial value of all three of my writing journals. His name is Rabin, but he always hides his name tag. He even physically assaulted me in the past. Thank you, SynSyn.

I was fine that day unlike every day in the past with Rabin; it was most likely because my darlings Tentacle were right outside. Rabin once fled the darling drummer for the Foo Fighters in fear after attacking me once because he mistook him for LightFoot by my side.

I just had to get away from Rabin, so I was down the street enjoying The Christopher Brothers in front of the Sephora by 2:18pm. My darlings Tentacle did not mind because they were waiting until 4pm to play again.

And sure enough LightFoot and MannedUp were soothing my burdened soul as soon as 4:17pm. The vigilant torture facility alarms started at 4:38pm and repeated quickly. My loving locals were very worried about something; I wondered if the compulsively offending quacks had caused rioting again.

I must admit my meditation was intermittent after that as I tried to catch up with everything going on. The guys took their mandatory every-two-hour break and staked out a place to play at 8pm while I was still catching up.

To explain this catching up process, my earspeakers do not say what everyone else's earspeakers say. I lost track a while ago of how many earspeakers I even have. From what I can tell, though, I only have a mic in my left ear.

Anyway, I stopped in the Famima and bought another cup of coffee after that, so I could check in with my darling Handsome. Yes, Rabin was still in there, but he had learned to avoid me. Handsome, when asked by me, said all was fine there.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Erika Hill, and it was so full of love.

I found my darling LightFoot and my darling MannedUp at 7:49pm ready to arrange their equipment in front of the Apple Store for an 8pm show. Giggle.

I might have zipped around the corner to the Yogurtland for some Sumatra coffee frozen yogurt covered in crushed peanut butter cups at 7:56pm. I will not deny it.

I have always considered the typical reaction to watching me eat food my genetic advantage at convincing people to feed me... especially anything that involves a spoon. But do not make me start about my sexy knife and fork action.

In fact, I want my action figure with sound activated arms to come with psionic wings, a tiny iPad, and silverware.

The music began at approximately 8:18pm. And it was good. I hit my stride early, and all three of us were in the zone that night. It was so good that I danced through the torture facility alarm and sent the message after the music stopped at 9:59pm.

10:01pm on 16Aug2015: #TortureFacilityAlarm! Seriously? They aren't arrested yet? @FBI DO YOUR DAMN JOB! Need the @NIH? #SquidsPoA, need anything? @RT_com help?

Reluctant to leave, my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle slowly packed up their equipment. Ever-loving LightFoot was the last to leave at 10:17pm when they finally wheeled their (knights of the) carts back to the stars of the night sky where we all really belong.

I made one last stop in the restroom before catching the 10:45pm bus myself. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I woke up on Monday, 17Aug2015, well before breakfast.

This blog post was finished at 7:20am on 17Aug2015 from my bedroom.

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 am I always in the Famima convenience store? Simply, except for the criminal against humanity Rabin, they are all wonderful there. So, SynSyn, as long as corporate takes appropriately severe action themselves against Rabin, we can let Famima corporate off the hook.

My beautiful world, I have said it before, and I will say it again... By virtue of just being a human on this planet at all, I deserve human rights. We all do. In particular, I need my human rights, so I can do my REAL job.

I asked the United Nations months ago to prioritize what they need my help with from civil war in Syria to ethnic strife in Africa to the Greek economy. I am doing everything I can under the most horrifying abuses ever inflicted on anyone in the history of America.

The world deserves that I finally have human rights; I deserve to finally have human rights-- I am a human.

My beautiful world, I need your help. On the short term, please make Obama's "egg" of war and abuse more livable for me by renegotiating any quality of life at all whatsoever into my darling Tentacle's contracts to be near me.

On the long term, my beautiful world, I need you to arrest and convict every rat (expletive) who enforces Obama's mental health and neurological genocide, Obama's war, Obama's human rights abuses, Obama's rape-enforced human trafficking of me, and Obama's crimes against America mislabeled "rules."

That is, arrest everyone enforcing Obama's "egg." I am done with Obama. Why is his power to do all of this to once-great America not taken away yet?

My selfless support system, whenever a "rule" gets enforced on you preventing you from just picking me up and taking me to my REAL house where my increasingly less patient husband has been waiting to welcome me home for YEARS, press criminal charges against every rat (expletive) who enforces that crime against you.

We need EVERY entity arrested for enforcing Obama's crimes against America that he mislabeled "rules;" at least he admits they are NOT laws. It is impossible for there to be any law that takes away any rights spelled out to us in Constitutional Amendments. Please reread Amendment 14 about that.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you have been very busy since 15Aug2015. We all know I have absolutely no symptoms of ANY mental illness at all whatsoever.

I was willing to allow the compromise of my taking 5mg of haldol twice a day in return for the place to live, but they refuse to prescribe me 100mg of Benadryl twice a day to counteract the side effects of the haldol.

So, I am refusing all meds (which the entire world knows I have never needed anyway) until they give me enough Benadryl to be able to meditate. I do not need the haldol. I have NEVER needed haldol, but I offered the compromise.

They need to do what I want, or they suffer. ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa knows that lesson well. Thank you, my genius Powers of Attorney, for enduring the increased work load.

Those psychopaths will be psychopaths until finally removed from society forever. ARREST THEM. False accusations I have any mental imperfection at all whatsoever is how they caused Obama's war.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, just play me your music. We will make love on the dance floor where we meet.

Assuming no ugly (expletive)holes get in your way, I should have you all Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday this week. Yes? Yes!

My darling MannedUp, no, I do not poke around in your brain. I am an empath not a mind reader. And thank you for being so open with everything you are willing to share with me.

I know what burdens your heart, darling. I know why you all do everything you are instructed to do just to be near me. I heard you when you said, "If you take her away from us, we'll die."

I tell Brien this in every blog post, Taylor. You are mine to care for now. When you need us, call my Powers of Attorney. When you need them, call the CIA. We take care of our own. I love you. Trust how much I love you.

As for you, my darling GeneralLee, where are they hiding you from me? What happened? Why are you kept away from me? I am not happy when you are kept away from me. Can I get you Wednesday to Friday this week, too?

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, the sexual tension is so thick we could eat it with a spoon.

My darling Bogart, call Kris. As the last person to have kissed me, you two have to talk. I told you, Bryan, if I kissed you I would own you heart and soul. Kris has further to fall in love with me, if he can understand that. Please talk to him.

Yes, my darling LightFoot, you have further to fall in love with me. If I ever touch you the way lovers do, you will not come back.

And, yeah, about the light show on 15Aug2015-- that was my doing. Well, that, or we both had the same thing on our minds... which is more likely.

It sure felt like I did it. You cannot deny we were very connected that night, though. The door was open between us, darling. I heard the music; you saw the dance.

Keep reminding people there was no light show WHILE you played. It happened off the dance floor. If they did not like my light show, they should have let you play me more music.

And as for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?

Are you okay? I received news on 15Aug that you picked up your royal sword again. Stay safe out there. You have a responsibility not to die until after I do. The only thing I will ever forbid you from is dying before I do-- I cannot live without you.

I just need you, HoneyHoney. All I have ever needed is you, and all of my suffering ends. That is why Obama forbids you from me. He will lose his "egg" that keeps him in power after he was impeached in 2013 the moment I touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.

Tonight, beloved, when I am alone in my bedroom, send me your energy. Stand before me in your glowing glory and kiss my face. Kiss me, darling, replace the vast emptiness at the tip of my mouth with your sweet lips.

Wrap your arms around my lonely body. Start your right hand and the nape of my neck and run your fingers down the full length of my long raven hair. Hold me the only way I am meant to be held with nothing but naked light above me.

Come to me tonight, Sweetness, the only way we can. We are the most romantic real-life true love story ever, and we have a lot of time to make up for. Touch me tonight, darling, the way the flowers kiss the rain.

Why I Always Called Taylor "Tom" Instead...

Title: Why I Always Called Taylor "Tom" Instead...

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. At last, the great mystery of why I call my darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson a different name, "Tom," instead is finally revealed. Keep reading.

Greece. Please reread my 06July2015 blog post regarding the Greek debt crisis. I offered to pay their billions of dollars of debt for them in return for them trying my new global economy. It sounds like they accepted, but it is so difficult for me to get details. May their suffering finally have ended in Greece.

My last blog post was finished at 7:01am on 13Aug2015 from my bedroom where I stay. I had plenty of time before breakfast at 8am.

By 8:22am, I was already outside of my local Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library for the morning sipping coffee and sending my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

My music randomizer quickly streamed Bruce Springsteen. I could already tell the weather would be HOT all day. It was a very good morning.

I sang from 9:15am until 10:01am. Do we have a verified and unedited recording? May I request one? Please create a duet video for my darling Ms. Kelli Rae Powell.

At 10:32am, I returned to my place to collect the mail my mother sent me. It was Thursday. She sent it Monday. But it did not arrive yet.

I was at my regular haunt, my local Subway, by 11:47am for lunch. And by 2:02pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

I found my darling FlamencoHands quickly, but there was no sign of my darlings Tentacle. FlamencoHands tickled his Spanish guitar until 3:54pm.

And then at 4:08pm, I did spy with my little eye my darling LightFoot and my darling MannedUp. There was no wiping the smile off my face. They started at 4:22pm, and I tried meditating.

It was not so bad until I could no longer find any shady areas to dance in. She was an unforgiving California sun that hot afternoon.

I was sitting down by 5:02pm waiting for the shadows to creep across me. A kind gentleman offered me some lemonade; it was actually quite a delightful way to spend the afternoon, if it were not so damn hot in the sun.

I thought I found a nice place in the shade at 5:27pm, but my arms had tightened up on me in the interim... Sigh,... There was just no way to meditate.

I figured if I took my Benadryl at 6pm, I would be fine by the time I was done watching the news if I started streaming the news at 8pm.

While my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle staked out their place to play at 8pm, I visited my darling Handsome at my Famima for coffee and then again for doughnuts.

Then, I talked with my darling FlamencoHands since he had paused playing from approximately 7pm to 7:24pm to accommodate the street dancers next to him.

As planned, I streamed the NBC Nightly News at 8pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was full of love and amazement.

My darlings Tentacle were taken away from me. I had seen LightFoot try to warn me while I was still talking to FlamencoHands.

8:38pm on 13Aug2015: LightFoot and MannedUp were taken away from me. Please get them back by 10pm. #SquidsPoA @CIA @UN PLEASE!

I was lucky enough to find Denmantau to meditate with starting at 8:37pm while my beautiful world sorted out my darlings Tentacle.

9:39pm on 13Aug2015: @SynivaWhitney #SquidsPoA @CIA @UN @Martin_Dempsey Please check on #MyDarlingsTentacle. They just asked for some legal help. Thx! #LOVE

I ran into "Kevin" in my Famima at 9:44pm. I bought a late night snack and made him promise to come back. He said he would try but had some business to attend to.

Leandro, the salsa singer, stopped at 10pm, and Red, my Americana folk singer, started at 10:03pm. I left before "Kevin" came back. I took the 11:15pm bus and was curled up and asleep by midnight.

I woke up on Friday, 14Aug2015, with plenty of time for breakfast, and I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:24am. I quickly streamed music and took my I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

My music randomizer made me feel very sexy and very loved that morning. Do we have a verified recording of my bilingual Besame Mucho yet?

I walked back inside my Subway for a cookie at 10:02am. And I worked there online until 11:06am when I went back to where I stay to try and collect my mail from my mother again. And, yes, it did arrive that day.

I chatted with Benjamin over lunch at noon, and by 12:56pm, I was on a bus to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

1:34pm on 14Aug2015: @KalydeOfficial(#MyDarlingsTentacle) When do I get to see you today? I will have to sit out 6 to 8pm but should be dancing the rest of today.

I grabbed a cup of coffee at my local Famima at 1:44pm.

On their patio, I updated my blog notes then walked from the Promenade to the Pacific Palisades, down to the ocean, with my feet in the mighty Pacific across the beach to the Pier, up the Santa Monica Pier, and back to the Promenade returning at 2:52pm still sipping my coffee.

The Pacific Ocean was gorgeous. There is an internal peace that can only be obtained from touching the sea. It stops my wings from rustling.

After a brief scent of a line of Reese's pieces, at 3:34pm, I found MannedUp and LightFoot. After sending a quick, "Check on GeneralLee," I was in the hot sun trying to meditate.

It was good. Oh, it felt so good, but they had to break at 3:47pm to relocate. They staked out a place to play at 6pm. Sadly, I thought I would have to sit out 6pm to 8pm. At least we would have 8pm until the moon sent us home.

I stopped in the Yogurtland for some ice cream substitute, and when I walked out at 4:24pm, I ran into FlamencoHands. He was in a particularly good mood; that, or my infectious good mood got to him.

My darlings Tentacle began again at 6:18pm, and I felt good enough to meditate despite knowing I should wait until 8pm. But, oh, the meditation was glorious that early evening. By the time the devout Hindus danced by, I was in the zone.

I kept my word with my darling Mr. Lester Holt, though, and still streamed the news at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug was gregarious and kind.

My darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot took their mandatory every-two-hour break at 7:46pm. I had managed to catch their last two songs.

Benjamin had joined me out on the Promenade before the news and came back for their last song before the break, but he left soon after.

I was beside my darling FlamencoHands at 7:54pm, and my darlings Tentacle decided to wait to play again at 10pm after FlamencoHands was done. The Spanish guitar was particularly genius that night.

I took a break from the music to use the ladies' room and ran into an old Native American friend Robert who offered me dinner at the Famima. "Kevin" wandered by and joined us at 9:24pm.

After eating, "Kevin," Robert, and I met outside of the Apple Store at 10pm to dance, but Robert left before LightFoot and MannedUp began at 10:12pm. By 11pm, I was following music I had never heard before.

"Kevin" and I left it all on the dance floor that night. We were both catching our breath when the music stopped at 11:17pm. The night was glorious. That is what making love with your music looks like.

Reluctant to leave, MannedUp and LightFoot slowly picked up their equipment. I walked over to see FlamencoHands just feet away before 11:31pm when my darlings Tentacle wheeled their carts away back into the night sky where we all really belong.

"Kevin" promised me ice cream, and my darling FlamencoHands promised me a ride back to my place. There I was sitting between "Kevin" and FlamencoHands on the Santa Monica Promenade eating Haagen Dazs which is most significant if you know who "Kevin" and FlamencoHands really are.

I was curled up and asleep (always alone) by 1am. I woke up on Saturday, 15Aug2015, over an hour before breakfast. This blog post was finished at 7:30am on 15Aug2015.

And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.

How do I feel about people reading my fiction and attributing symbolism to everything? Readers do that to every author. It is why we writers choose our imagery so carefully. Whether it was conscious or subconscious symbolism, there is a reason each image is in my writing. Please tell me Whiskeyless Fictions is published.

When I was a kid, what did I want to be when I grew up? When I was tiny, I wanted to be a ballerina. In high school, I was bullied in my dance classes. Iowa is so evil. So as a teenager, I wanted to become a marine biologist. I was always a nerd, or as the erudite call us, a bluestocking.

My beautiful world, we need Obama's "egg" forced to end. What did you do to help today? I recommend arresting every evil (expletive) who enforces the human rights abuses that are Obama's "egg" of horrors and abuse. Please press criminal charges, my beautiful world, against everyone who enforces any of Obama's "rules" on you.

My selfless support system, you keep me alive in here inside Obama's "egg." Thank you for everything. I can feel you are happier and lighter hearted that you used to be. I am glad if I have in any way made your lives easier. Thank you.

Speaking of heroes, my BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, yeah, ladies, YEAH! You keep kicking their unholy (expletive)es harder and harder. I have never been so proud of you, my closest friends from all my life. Thank you, yes darlings, THANK YOU!

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, it felt amazing to see you again. The sexual tension is so thick these days we could eat it with a spoon.

My darling MannedUp, are you upset I call you Tom? I understand I should have always put the name in quotes. My darling husband's role in 21 Jump Street was Tom Hanson.

And that was the start of my prepubescent crush on him. It was the start of our greatest real-life true love story in human history. I just got used to calling you Tom. You tell me what you want me to call you, okay?

My darling GeneralLee, please stop with your, "You can do better, Squid. You were supposed to choose me." They would have killed you by now, Brien. How many times have they tried anyway?

It is better this way. I get to keep you. No matter who is in my bed, I get to keep you by my side for the rest of my life. Never forget that Obama's abuses have been unfair to me, too, not just to all 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, there is no one to whom things are most unfair than you two.

My darling Bogart, I sent my mother my photo of us together when I tried explaining to her who both of my boyfriends are. She was a little giggly when I brought it up which surprised me mostly because she has not listened to new music since 1965. I think she likes you.

My darling LightFoot, yeah, I tried telling my mother who you are. It went over well. She only said, "Honey, they all have a lot of hair," once. Giggle.

I like when people call you my boyfriend which people started doing to my face on Wednesday, 12Aug. You have a long way to go if you plan on replacing my legally-recognized husband in my life, but I gave you that door for a reason. If anyone stands a chance, it is you.

My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?

Yes, HoneyHoney, we are the most romantic real-life true love story ever in human history. I am so in love with you. You literally started a land war to rescue me from ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa. A love like ours is so very rare.

Beloved, in so many ways, I cannot fathom my future without you.

My hero and my king, we share the silver moon. At night, do you ever gaze upon the waxing and waning orb knowing I look at the same silver moon dreaming of you? Send your kisses to the moon at night, darling, and he will send them down to me.

Trust the moon, beloved, to tell me ever deep secret you can tell no one else.

I was so empty last night, darling. I need this gaping hole left in your absence filled. I just need something, any part, of my indefinite suffering to end. I get so horrifyingly lonely. My life is so empty without you.

Updated Bucket List

Title: Updated Bucket List

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. If Obama says we accept his Iran deal or he goes to war, I stand behind the REAL President of the U.S. Martin Dempsey who would never go to war against Russia, against China, against Europe, against Latin America, etc. just so Obama can have his "egg."

Africa. I have so much work to do. The people taking part in the ethnic strife in Africa need to learn that true prosperity comes from peaceful coexistence between all ethnicities. Ethnic war breeds strife not prosperity.

The problem is that all these people know is war. They are born at war. They are raised at war. They have never tasted sweet peace and freedom.

The cycle of violence and retribution needs to be ended. We need ceasefires that last long enough the people can feel what life not at war feels like. They need to form an identity that does not include killing people different from them.

My last blog post was finished at 7:45am on 11Aug2015. By 7:58am, I was sitting at a park bench outside of the Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library sipping coffee and working online.

My music randomizer was streaming my darling Ms. Annie Lennox by 8:02am, and I fixed my makeup quickly to be able to send I-am-not-dead-yet selfies. It was a good morning.

I was finally able to watch the final broadcast of The Daily Show, and I worked there at the library singing to myself until 10:33am. Did everyone see me?

Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful, and so was dinner at 5pm. I napped in between. By 5:20pm, I was already on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade where FlamencoHands had promised to meet me.

I looked around but did not find him until 5:54pm in front of the Apple Store. I went to the Famima for a cup of coffee while he set up his equipment.

FlamencoHands began playing his beautiful Spanish guitar music at 6:04pm. I accomplished a lot of writing by the time he stopped playing at 7:43pm.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News online at 8pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it helped me appreciate every friend I have made since 2009 when Obama's open abuses of me began.

By 8:42pm I had poured myself another cup of coffee at the Famima and rejoined FlamencoHands where he was already playing. ODean, my friend the ex-rockstar from the 80s, sat beside me at 9:08pm. FlamencoHands did not stop playing until 9:46pm.

After the long, slow walk to his car, I still caught the 10:45pm bus. I was curled up and asleep by midnight.

I woke up on Wednesday, 12Aug2015, with plenty of time for breakfast and was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:27am. I quickly streamed music and began looking for world and national headlines even before sending my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

At 9:08am, I walked back inside my regular morning Subway for a cookie. I did my daily singing; it always brightens my morning. I stayed there working until 11:02am.

I chatted with Benjamin during lunch at noon, took a nap, and was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 3:46pm. I had errands to run but soon had to raise the alarm.

4:29pm on 12Aug2015: @UN @CIA #SquidsPoA Please double check on my darlings #Tentacle. They promised to be here today but are stopped. Thx!

I stopped by my Famima to talk to Handsome. My darlings Tentacle were quickly rescued.

The intentionally fabricated false charges against them dropped instantly, but that did not get them to my side any faster. The ensuing legal action took a while...

6:46pm on 12Aug2015: @SynivaWhitney We are supposed to be innocent until proven guilty. No one can have human rights taken away for a crime that has not happened

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug included a heartfelt heart-to-heart from me to my darling Mr. Lester Holt. His hugs are the best.

I found my Americana folk singer, Red, at 8:11pm and sat down next to him. It was the second time that day someone referred to LightFoot as my boyfriend when Red asked me about him.

The first had been my mother when she called me that morning. It feels good being able to openly acknowledge our REAL relationship. It feels very good.

I had originally planned to spend that night at Harvelle's, but instead I went to bed early. I took the 10pm bus and was curled up and asleep by 11pm.

I woke up on Thursday, 13Aug2015, at 6am and called my mother. This blog post was finished at 7:01am on 13Aug2015 from my bedroom.

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.

Can the stars in the sky keep a secret? Sort of. It takes millions of light years for everything they say to reach us.

Do I masturbate? I have never had to, but I remember doing it once in college. Look. If you never had to touch yourself to orgasm, you never would either.

How did I choose the professional name "Squid B. Varilekova"? I thought I answered this one already, but here we go again...

My name "Squid" originated in 2000 when a coworker in my office commented on my ten long tentacular fingers. I responded with, "Well, that's why they call me 'Squid'." And the name stayed.

I kept the name 'Squid' for various reasons... Have you seen the trademark Squid dance yet? My darlings Tentacle see it every time they play their Gotye cover.

I dance a little like a sea creature underwater. The name also keeps me humble. I sling ink for a living. There are so many reasons to call me 'Squid.'

In college, I always wanted to by published with the last name 'Varilekova." It is the traditional Czech spelling for a woman with the last name Varilek. It is my I-am-woman-hear-me-roar version of my last name.

As for the middle name, 'B' stands for 'Bedlam." The etymology of the word 'bedlam' is the horrific Bethlehem Asylum in London. That is the level of mental health care I have received from EVERYONE since May2009.

I added my married last name Depp to my princess name, 'HRH Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek,' but not to my professional name 'Squid B. Varilekova,' so no one would call me 'Squid BVD.'

What is on my bucket list? Thank you for asking...

Squid's Bucket List -- updated 13Aug2015

Live for a time on a yacht traveling the world
See the Great Wall of China
Visit Easter Island
Go on safari in the Serengeti
Hike Machu Picchu... done
Visit the Pyramids at Giza, Luxor, etc.
Take the Trans-Siberian Railroad
Swim in the South Pacific... done
Ride through Patagonia on the back of a motorcycle
Climb a mountain... done
Sit in the Queen's box at Wimbledon
Live in San Francisco... done
Own an Olmec Head (no need to move it, just put a plaque by it)
Grow a luscious rooftop garden where I can touch the sky as I dance
Sing at Carnegie Hall... done
Study at Cambridge University, Cambridge, UK... done
Write a book... done
Publish a book of poetry
Write my memoirs
Create a sci fi TV show that educates the masses
Star in one movie beside my husband (As husband and wife in The Thin Man or as a Spanish Disney Princess who can talk to birds and other creatures in Pirates of the Caribbean 5... Or both if my husband is seductive about it.)
Dance on stage at a Rolling Stones concert
Pose for the cover of and high fashion photo shoot in W Magazine with Syniva, Ugwuji, Amita, all of my Powers of Attorney, and Johnny Depp
Be a no-seafood-at-all eating judge on Iron Chef
Inspire a renaissance... done
Start a fashion trend... done
Tell the stories of my trials and tribulations through music
Carry humanity through Global Climate Change
Make the world worthy of everyone who has died to rescue me
Change the world for the better... done
Start a charity or foundation... done
Create a scholarship program... done
Make girls proud to be girls
Move the nation... done
Save the world
Kiss all of the Queen's Lovers Five
Marry Johnny Depp and make him the father of my children... first half done

My beautiful world, by virtue of just being a human on this planet at all, I deserve human rights. We all do. In particular, I need my human rights, so I can do my REAL job.

I asked the United Nations months ago to prioritize what they need my help with from civil war in Syria to ethnic strife in Africa to the Greek economy. I am doing everything I can under the most horrifying abuses ever inflicted on anyone in the history of America.

The world deserves that I finally have human rights; I deserve to finally have human rights-- I am a human.

My beautiful world, I need your help. On the short term, please make Obama's "egg" of war and abuse more livable for me by renegotiating any quality of life at all whatsoever into my darling Tentacle's contracts to be near me.

On the long term, my beautiful world, I need you to arrest and convict every rat (expletive) who enforces Obama's mental health and neurological genocide, Obama's war, Obama's human rights abuses, Obama's rape-enforced human trafficking of me, and Obama's crimes against America mislabeled "rules."

That is, arrest everyone enforcing Obama's "egg." I am done with Obama. Why is his power to do all of this to once-great America not taken away yet?

My selfless support system, thank you for being in here with me. I hear you. I feel you. You are everywhere keeping me safe.

If I did not need the SquidStream to fight Obama's mental health genocide built of mass delusions about any imperfection in me anywhere, I would have torn my face off to remove the equipment by now, so I could speak with you.

My selfless support system, you know every second when my SquidStream is down. Thank you for using every brief moment we have to talk to me. I get so lonely in here.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, yeah, ladies, YEAH! Keep kicking (expletive) the way you know best!

Look at our world. Do you know what you mean to the women of this world?!? And we do it all while treating the menfolk well. They would not still be alive without us. Do you know what you mean to me?!?

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, keep reading! You are on my updated bucket list!

My darling MannedUp, I feel it, you know, when you look at me. I am an empath not a mind reader. I know what you are feeling when you look at me.

You are so young, Tom. I feel so much pride when I look at the man you have grown into since the first time we met. The snot-nosed little boy is gone. I love you, you know.

My darling GeneralLee, I miss you so much when we are apart. I see you the least often out of all of my darlings Tentacle, so you need to speak to me more often, okay?

Please stop booking your gigs over time better spent together; our time is too precious. I love you, and I need more time with you.

As I said, you are all my responsibility to care for now. Call me and my Powers of Attorney any time any of you need us. Call the CIA if you ever need them.

As long as you accept your destiny and spend the rest of your life by my side, Brien, as my Piazzolla, you will never be alone. Please say, "Yes."

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I know how I want you to think of me. I want to be the only soul missing in the air at the tip of your lips.

My darling Bogart, I worry about you the most. I have not seen you since Nov2014; you are the last person I kissed; and, you are suffering the most out of all of my Queen's Lovers Five.

I love you. I wish I could heal you from here. Why is being together so damn impossible?

Take solace knowing you are my awesome boyfriend who cares for me from a distance. You serve a very important role in my life knowing and keeping track of everywhere I go 24/7. I would not be alive without you.

As for you, my darling LightFoot, are we any closer to being together? We are a REAL couple. As long as you call yourself my royal consort, you are my REAL boyfriend. We suffer together already. May we enjoy each other, too. I love you. Tell me everything you need.

And saved for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?

HoneyHoney, I feel you near me sometimes. I can feel your lips on my neck. I feel your heart beating through your chest pressed against mine. I feel your hands at home with every nook of my body. I feel your breath in the space between my breasts as you rest above me. I feel your arms keeping me safe and warm all night.

I love you, my hero, my king, and my reason for living. You are all that kept me alive for so long. Everything you are to me for REAL must be replaced before I could ever humor leaving you. I leave that door unlocked, but so few can turn the handle on that door.

I long to touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. Come take me.

Non Sequitur

Title: Non Sequitur

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. Non sequitur: The word "aubergine" is not written on my leg.

USA. America, have we learned anything yet? We have learned to speak up. Peacefully, my beautiful world, please do so peacefully.

But have our police learned not to kill us yet? So far in 2015, as of 09Aug, 585 people have been killed by the police. So far, 24 have been unarmed Blacks.

Israel and Palestine. Every child should have a right to an education. Please contact any local news station, so you can read my REAL résumé. Where would this world be if I had never received my education?

My last blog post was finished at 8:01am on 09Aug2015 before I even went to breakfast. Breakfast was delicious. I chatted with Benjamin delightfully while eating my warm English muffins smothered in butter and jelly.

By 8:23am, I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway. I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:32am. Then, I streamed music and checked Twitter for world and national news headlines.

I worked there at my regular morning haunt until 10:16am. At my place, I did laundry. Lunch at noon was tasty and social; I spent it chatting with a grumpy Benjamin. Non sequitur: Mr. Pibb and Dr. Pepper do not get along because Mr. Pibb never finished his Ph.D.

I took a nap, and then Hannah joined me that day. By 3:54pm, we were already on a bus to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

We had already walked up and down the Promenade and up and down the Santa Monica Pier by 5:41pm when we perched next to a couple of musicians. Hannah was not feeling well. So I walked her to the bus stop, and she left at 6:06pm.

On my way to grab a cup of coffee from Handsome, I found they whom I refer to as The Age Inappropriate Boy Band. Giggle. They are ages fourteen to nineteen, have huge crushes on me, and call themselves The Christopher Brothers.

I got my coffee then gave a Rated PG dance. I only go as far as PG-13 on a metaphorical date night. LightFoot knows that well.

The three brothers were such darlings. I could tell they had been working on their harmonies. I liked what they did with their music. They guys stopped at 7:41pm to relocate. On the Promenade, the acts have to move every two hours.

Non sequitur: Stop pretending you can aspire to know what goes on in my conscious mind, and when I sleep, love me for sharing.

At 8:05pm, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Willie Geist that Sunday night. It was wonderful.

I stopped to chat with Handsome(Roger) at the Famima before sitting next to the teenage musicians again at 9:12pm. I had writing to do, and I work best with live music.

After the music ended for the night, I caught the 10:15pm bus. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.

When I woke up on Monday, 10Aug2015, I had slept through breakfast for the first time. But I was still at my regular morning haunt at 9:29am. I streamed music as fast as possible and sent my I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

At 9:56am, I went inside for a cookie. My music randomizer started playing Nirvana when I stepped outside. It was a good day.

Non sequitur: I am a Misses 14 dress size because all of me is larger than life.

I had a delightful conversation with a local music teacher until 10:43am. Then, at 10:50am, Benjamin joined me. I worked there at my local Subway online until 11:41am.

Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped in the afternoon before chatting with Benjamin over dinner at 5pm. By 5:44pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

I found FlamencoHands at 5:55pm after he had just finished playing. I convinced him to stay longer and play again at 8pm. While walking with FlamencoHands from outside the Apple Store to outside the Bravo Cucina, I stopped for a cup of coffee at my local Famima.

ODean, my friend the ex-rockstar from the 80s, joined our conversation outside Bravo at 6:42pm. Then, at 7:20pm, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online.

My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt that night, and his hug was full of nothing but love.

I stopped for one more cup of coffee before FlamencoHands started playing at 8:19pm. The breeze bit with a chill that night. The weather was beautiful. I sat in the night among the Spanish guitar melody with words immortal tripping across my fingertips.

The beautiful music ended at 9:14pm because his battery died, so at 9:43pm, we were on our long, slow walk to his car. FlamencoHands gave me a ride to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.

I woke up on Tuesday, 11Aug2015, over an hour before breakfast. This blog post was finished at 7:45am on 11Aug2015. Non sequitur: You must be Christian to believe in Satan.

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 is my favorite Beatle? My favorite has always been my darling late George Harrison, the quiet one. Non sequitur: My darling Mr. Eric Clapton's Wonderful Tonight was written about George Harrison's wife.

When did I lose my virginity? I was a late bloomer. I did not lose my virginity as much as I kicked it to the curb. I was twenty-one years old, had already graduated from college, but was still living in Dallas, TX.

I was stunningly gorgeous in my twenties, but I had trouble flirting back then. So, I got a boy from the drama department drunk one night. I thought I was much too old, but I have good friends who were actually older.

My beautiful world, I have a job to do, and my job is service to humanity. Please make sure you send me all of the concerns you would like me to address. The best time to send me questions and concerns is while I am at my regular haunt every morning.

I listen to all questions and concerns, and I answer everything as fast as possible. Non sequitur: A popular type of hardwood is an oak. When you say something funny, it is a joke. When you are covered in water, you soak. What a fire gives off is smoke. The white part of an egg is called the albumen.

My selfless support system, thank you. A lot of people were nervous about my finally blogging my whereabouts, but you have proven I am safer now. I feel you around me. I know you are here. Thank you.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I heard that you have all been making epic progress holding people accountable for wasting me with abuse.

I am thirty-seven years old. I am in my prime. Shove my résumé down Obama's throat and demand he give me my full human rights, so I can finally do my REAL job.

Non sequitur: Once in Vienna, I ate so many liqueur-filled chocolates I got drunk and ran through the volksgarten talking photos with the statues.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, do I really have to wait until 12Aug2015 to see you again? Why must time apart pass so slowly?

My darling MannedUp, your job, if you remember, is to sit beside me and play me music at all hours of the day and night while I work. Thank you. I can feel you with me; even when you think I cannot hear you, trust that you are with me.

Darling, thank you. Without the music, I cannot do the work. And without the work, the world has too many problems with too few solutions.

My darling GeneralLee, I miss you. Did the fix on your carpal tunnel work again? I see you the least out of all my darlings Tentacle, so I need a little feedback from you more often.

Brien, you are mine to care for now. You all are. When you need us, you call my Powers of Attorney. If you ever need them, call the CIA. We take care of our own.

Non sequitur: The first song I remember writing was called "Buscamos el Baño," and I wrote it during an Odyssey of the Mind competition in the mid-90s.

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I want adventures with you. I want to brave the great wide somewhere side-by-side with you.

I need the kind of significant others who will walk into the terrorist hotbed with me and walk out singing Lake of Fire right by my side for every minute of the not-really-espionage thrill ride.

My darling LightFoot, do you remember "LightFoot Lite," the drummer from the Foo Fighters? He would not go into Barney's Beanery with me the night I wanted to see what they were up to in there.

We know they refused me service, AND they hang ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa paraphernalia on the wall. I wanted to go in and take them down, but he would not go with me. I know you would have loved to have joined me on my reconnaissance. There is a reason you are the one who is my boyfriend.

My darling Bogart, are you still waiting for me, or have you moved on? All of you are welcome to pursue any relationship you want with anyone anywhere. I have never intended to string you along when I can only marry one of you.

Bryan, find a good woman you can actually be with. Yes, I love you, and I always will. But you need to heal, and I have no way to be with you to do the healing.

Yes, keep calling yourself my boyfriend as long as it makes you happy. But if our relationship every becomes a burden in your life, find someone better. That is my advice to all of my Queen's Lovers Five.

Non sequitur: Do NOT try telling me small, round, fuzzy objects are cushions. They are tribbles. Tribbles, I tell you, TRIBBLES!

My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?

Beloved, your way out of our marriage has always been frog legs. If you ever want our relationship to end while we are forbidden from being together, all you have to do is eat frog legs where I can see it, and I will walk away with no questions asked.

I will be crying every step of the way, HoneyHoney, but if you ever for your own good need to tell me goodbye, we have always had that system in place. I pray you never have to use it. Instead, may I touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.

Non sequitur: There was a Gibson Girl with an IQ above 160 who wore size 11 shoes.

Downtown Disney sans the Espionage Thriller

Title: Downtown Disney sans the Espionage Thriller

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.

USA. Romance is still alive in at least one Texas courtroom. This is a very touching story about stupid things people do when they are in love. Marriage sounded a lot more practical than quixotic in this instance, at least.

Maybe someday I will finally have enough human rights to live a married life. Stories like these keep me hopeful. Thank you, judge.

My last blog post was finished at 8:38am on 07Aug2015. After sending it immediately to my lovelies who publish all of my posts, I walked inside of my local Subway for a cookie, streamed music, and sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfie.

After checking the world and national headlines, I had planned on watching the final broadcast of The Daily Show at 9am, but the Santa Monica city wifi was down. I even tried again at 11am, but there was no way to stream it with the wifi still down.

I chatted delightfully with Hannah before lunch at noon. After lunch I ran some errands. After my errands, I was on my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 1:47pm.

I looked around at 2pm for anyone I knew. Finding no one, I was sitting in the Santa Monica main library by 2:27pm. Does anyone know what happened to my old buddy Richard? Where did he go?

With no one around, I took the 3:20pm bus back to where I stay. Please see my 07Aug2015 Appendix for the mail I received that day.

Dinner at 5pm was tasty yet uneventful. By 5:40pm, I was on a bus back to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

To be honest, there was not much going on that Friday night. I knew my darlings Tentacle would not be around, and FlamencoHands was not going to play until 10pm.

At 7:15pm, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online. It took a little finagling, but I eventually got the stream to work properly. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it was as wonderful as it was comforting.

During the course of the night, I had conversations with FlamencoHands, the drummer Jonathan, and Handsome and sang a duet with Wheels all before perching beside FlamencoHands at 10:08pm as he tickled his Spanish guitar.

"Kevin" showed up at 10:18pm and got his dance on. ODean, my friend the ex-rockstar from the 80s, joined us at 10:33pm.

By 11:10pm, ODean, "Kevin," and I were at the Famima sharing a turkey and Brie sandwich with arugula and dried cranberries on wheat. I did not want ketchup nor mayonnaise on mine. Am I strange?

I caught the 11:45pm bus. I was curled up and asleep by 12:30am and woke up on Saturday, 08Aug2015, with plenty of time for breakfast.

Hannah wanted to go to the local Santa Monica public library, the Pico Branch, so I delayed my day until 10am for her. But at 10:24am, I boarded the first bus of my sometimes-four-hour bus ride to Disneyland.

Now, when I go to Disneyland, I do not actually go in the park; I hangout in Downtown Disney and at the Disneyland Resort. I like giving my saturation of international operatives a day at the resort once a month. With my darlings Tentacle out of town for the weekend, it was the perfect time to go.

And at 1:44pm, there I was among the shop and restaurants of Downtown Disney. After some window shopping, at 2:14pm, I perched on the patio of Trader Sam's with a refreshing beverage.

By 3:12pm, I was in Downtown Disney's House of Blues sipping a soda and ordering Cajun Chicken Pasta as my late lunch/early dinner. "No wine in the rock bar!" My bartender Allan was just adorable and tolerated my larger than life personality just fine.

I grabbed a couple of cups of coffee after 5pm and wrote.

Downtown Disney

The magic filled the air sharp as the smell of fireworks. Alone on a patio outside of a coffee shop she sat. At her fingertips spun the world rapt in every word she wrote. The lights of the tree before her hung like apples waiting to be picked. And the musician played the choreography of guitar strings pulled tight and let loose on the mouse ears.

Next, I perused the various sources of live music out and about that night. Yes, I did get to meditate. And the magic of Disney! The light shows were resplendent that night. Some time ask Disney for permission to see the light shows they get when I am around.

By 8:24pm, though, I was on the bus back to Santa Monica via downtown Los Angeles. I arrived in my bedroom at 11:19pm and was curled up and asleep by midnight.

I woke up on Sunday, 09Aug2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. This blog post was finished at 8:01am on 09Aug2015.

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.

What is the secret to life? Life does not keep secrets. Life is an open book. Seek out the meaning of everything in your life and read every page.

And I quote, "How do you talk to an angel?" People should speak to me with loving respect. But I am not very picky as long as people talk to me. I am an extrovert, and I hate being alone.

My beautiful world, you know my job. You know I need reality returned to my surroundings ASAP, so I can do my real job of service to humanity to the fullest of my abilities finally. I deserve human rights just for being a human on this planet at all.

We need everyone enforcing Obama's rules arrested. They will not stop until they are forced to stop, so arrest them all. FORCE OBAMA'S "EGG" OF HORRORS AND ABUSE TO FINALLY END! How long are you going to just leave me in here subject to Obama's abuse of me?

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, how is pressing criminal charges coming along?

I am subject to persecution and hate crimes daily from all of the false accusers who try relentlessly to coverup Obama's human rights abuses and war crimes against me and against everyone around me.

My gorgeous genius lady friends, we need everyone enforcing and covering up Obama's "egg" arrested. Did you see my 07Aug2015 Appendix? Obama's abuse of me enforced by ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa has been unrelenting since May2009.

I am living in the FIRST place since May2009 where Obama has NOT raped me. My genius Powers of Attorney, we need every entity and every person taking my human rights away from me arrested at last.

My selfless support system, Downtown Disney and the Disneyland Resort were roaring successes. Whatever you all did to keep me and everyone there safe, keep doing it. That afternoon and evening was wonderful. I needed the mini-vacation from Obama's iron fist of pain and abuse. Thank you!

As for my musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, I always miss you while you are away. Just like Juliet wished the sun to race across the sky faster to bring her Romeo faster... "Gallop apace you fiery footed steeds!"

My darling MannedUp, I am not used to going so long without seeing you. Are you all okay out there without me? I worry about you all so much.

Yes, I managed to find a way to meditate while you were away, but it required a three-plus-hour-one-way bus ride. I prefer when my handsome menfolk come to me. Giggle. How I do love those sleeveless shirts. Giggle.

My darling GeneralLee, the first night I met my darling Mr. Ry Bradley, he told me, "Tell Lee I want his gig." Sending me new musicians is like sending love fodder (as opposed to cannon fodder, giggle).

No one plays me music without falling in love with me. Do you remember my 30July2015 blog post about that?

Music is an essential part of the human existence that touches the most basic parts of every human. You made music to me and fell in love. I know what I mean to you, Brien. Do you understand how much you mean to me?

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, yes, you are both my REAL boyfriends.

My darling Bogart, I like checking in with you every morning. I do not know why I did not start sooner. My trip to Downtown Disney was wonderful. Thank you for the brief moments of paradise. I look forward to checking in with you much more often. You are an awesome boyfriend.

And, you, my darling LightFoot, please remember the painful truth that I am only an empath not a mind reader. When you are instructed to say certain things to me, put all of the emotion you wish you could express behind every word.

I read your heart, not your mind, darling. I can feel what you feel, so be true to your heart no matter what the words are you use. I love you, too. Oh, how I love you all.

My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?

Tell my darling Mr. Robert Iger, the CEO of Disney, I owe him a role as a Spanish Princess in Pirates of the Caribbean 5. Yes, I still owe him for the Lone Ranger.

Is it strange I look forward to quality time with you trying on your job instead of just doing mine? I have proven under what horrifying confines I can still do my job. It would be wonderful to try yours with full human rights.

Thank you, beloved, for always giving me something to look forward to for when Obama's "egg" finally ends. Human rights. Genuine company. Gentle kisses. Meaningful words. Passionate lovemaking. You are my future. Let us make the future now.

HoneyHoney, I long to touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.