My Birthday

Title: My Birthday

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Here is my latest blog post. My mom was in town for my birthday. It was wonderful having her with me to celebrate.

USA. I am no longer a Democrat, so I will not be voting in the primaries next year. But, I urge Republicans and Democrats to take full part in their presidential process. Who gets to run is so important in determining who wins.

My last blog post was finished at 7:52am on 12Oct2015, my thirty-eighth birthday. I walked downstairs in my hotel to procure some eggs and sausage from the complimentary breakfast. The television in our room was set on CNN that Monday morning.

At 9am, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it was a great start to a great birthday.

Mom and I left at 9:26am. We were soon in downtown Santa Monica where I had a haircut, eyebrow wax, and spa pedicure while my mom had a one-hour massage.

After that we went shopping and did not stop until 12:29pm when we sat down at the Steak'N'Shake for lunch. After our tasty meal, mom and I went to the matinee of Black Mass. Sweetness was amazing.

We emerged from the movie theater at 3:57pm, and after thinking about more shopping, at 4:27, we sat down on the patio of the Georgian Hotel for a cup of tea and a little hummus.

We walked through the Pacific Palisades and paused a while to watch the ocean before sitting down to dinner at Lago. Mom had the lasagne, and I ordered the short ribs. With my one glass of Barbera, it was quite a lovely meal.

I had one glass of Knob Creek with my birthday tiramisu. Giggle. I recommend that pairing. We were ready to leave when the tiny sprinkle of rain happened at 7:09pm.

We walked around the corner and found my darling TambourineKicker. Yes, I sang along until he had to move down the street at 8pm. Mom had a great time; she can rhumba to anything. Click here and click here

We caught the 8:30pm bus back to our hotel. I was curled up and asleep by 10pm. On Tuesday, 13Oct2015, I was awake at 6:57am. I got ready, ate some of the complimentary breakfast, watched some news on the television, caught up online, and sipped lots of coffee.

At 9:21am, mom and I left to run some errands and to do a little shopping. We ate lunch at Mr. Noodle in the Westwood Village before going for the Hammer Museum. We left the Westwood Village on the bus by 2:31pm. Mom wanted a nap, so we returned to our hotel room.

We left for dinner at Coogie's Café at 5:59pm, and we were back in the hotel room by 7:12pm to change clothes for a night on the town. At 8:17pm, we left for Harvelle's.

My darlings Tentacle have a residency at Harvelle's on Tuesday nights right now. The night was stellar. Their stage show is amazing. I highly recommend that everyone go.

Mom and I stayed until 10:30pm which is the latest I have ever kept my mom out. We were back at the hotel and curled up and asleep by 12mid.

I woke up on Wednesday, 14Oct2015, and after getting ready, I went downstairs for some complimentary breakfast. This blog post was finished at 7:52am on 14Oct2015.

My beautiful world, I am older. Time just keeps marching by. How long will I be trapped to fester in Obama's "egg." It will never end on its own. This "egg" must be forced to end.

Who let this happen to our home? I fought this with my every breath from the start. World, you need to end this "egg." How do you justify just letting this go on longer?

My beautiful world, you are either an active part of the solution, or you are the problem. There is no excuse for idleness.

My selfless support system, no one is a more active part of the solution than you. Please identify everyone you need arrested for enforcing Obama's "rules" and turn them in to the International Criminal Court. If you want, let Syniva press all the charges for us. She is wonderful that way.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, we are only going to be able to get arrest warrants from the International Criminal Court, so bring our evidence of everyone we need arrested to the United Nations.

My genius friends, you are so wonderful. Thank you for your 24/7 protection. Without you, my beautiful world would have lost me to Obama long ago. The vigilant torture facility alarms have been nonstop for days.

Whatever you need, just tell me. They will only stop aiding and abetting war crimes against me and against America once they are arrested for it. Just arrest every mother(expletive)er already.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, giggle. I saw you last night. Harvelle's needs a bigger crowd when you play.

My darling MannedUp, I apologize for leaving so soon, but my mom was tired. After the fifth time she yawned, I said, "Okay, Mom, let's go back." My mom turns sixty-nine years old this December; we are lucky she stayed out as late as she did.

Needless to say, darling, on future Tuesdays you can expect me to stay out much later. What a damn good show!

My darling GeneralLee, it was nice hearing you sing. Did you do the sound check alone? Dude, the bass was the loudest instrument there. Giggle. It was like old times with the bass amped through the roof. I expected nothing less from you. Giggle. How I have missed you.

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 am addressing LightFoot before Bogart today to keep my darlings Tentacle listed together.

My darling LightFoot, yes, you hot, sexy hunk of man, you are MY boyfriend. Giggle. Okay, I might still be a little tipsy as I write this. Kiss me; kiss me now!

Seriously, I drank two bourbons before your show even started; you were lucky I still had all of my clothes on Tuesday night after you came on stage. We need to do something about the vast distance between our lips.

My darling Bogart, you are the only one I did not see recently. Did you do anything special for my birthday? Much more importantly, do you need any help with anything?

You have such a long to-do list, darling. With you, things are all-work-and-no-play lately. Tell me what you need, and I will take care of it. Okay?

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

Yes, HoneyHoney, mom took me to Black Mass. You were amazing. I admit I might have been a little distracted by how cute your butt looked through the entire movie. But, yes, really, you did an amazing job acting.

Beloved, yes, we will serve the world side-by-side once I reach you, but I will never take you away from your art. As I always said, I can do my job online from your trailer three months out of the year.

I love you. You are my hero and my king. You are the man I married. We can work out our work arrangements later. For now, just come get me. I am here waiting for you.

I am Done.

Title: I am Done.

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; 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. This blog post is published on 12Oct2015, my 38th birthday. I am getting to old to have children, my beautiful world. My life is unlivable; Obama's "egg" is designed to be unsurvivable. WHEN ARE YOU FINALLY GOING TO RESCUE ME?!?

Negotiating Table. No more negotiating with PROVEN Terrorist Dictator Obama. He ever upholds his own resolutions, and ABSOLUTELY NO PART OF HIS "EGG" IS ACCEPTABLE TO STAY.

My beautiful world, FORCE Obama's "egg" to end COMPLETELY AND IMMEDIATELY. If Obama wants someone to talk to, tell him he has to talk to me directly. I am the one who suffers the most under his totalitarian dictatorship. I have more global influence than he does. Now, we tell Obama how it is.

My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on Saturday, 10Oct2015, from my bedroom. I was curled up and asleep by 1am, and I slept all morning. I woke up for breakfast, and after eating, I was at the Farmers' Market outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:32am.

My internet gnomes played me In the Hall of the Mountain King composed by darling late Edvard Grieg first thing that morning. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:48am.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online at 9am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it proved to me that people actually do love to me. Thank you, Lester.

I worked online at the library until 11:06am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I took a nap before I took the bus at 4:43pm to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

I looked around, but my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were nowhere to be found.

5:18pm on 10Oct2015: #MyDarlingsTentacle are not here. Please hurry and check on them. Get them here! @ICC @CIA @cctvnews @RT_com #SquidsPoA Please hurry!

5:29pm on 10Oct2015: I have spotted two of the THREE of #MyDarlingsTentacle who are here, but it looks like they have nowhere to set up their equipment. Help?

Yes, just before I sent that tweet, my darling LightFoot AND my darling GeneralLee walked past me. They had no musical equipment with them, but I knew they were there.

I bought dinner at the Shophouse at 5:40pm, and at 5:47pm I found where ALL THREE of my darlings Tentacle were staking out to play for 6pm. It was my birthday two days early.

I called my mom through FaceTime at 5:58pm. She can be such a goofball sometimes. She told me to be surprised when she shows up just as we had been planning for her to show up the following day.

ALL THREE of my darlings Tentacle started playing at 6:29pm, and I kicked my shoes off to meditate at 7:20pm. I just needed some time to soak up their energy first. The night was gorgeous.

And Then There Were Four

They filled my night sky the way starry light only can. And they shone brightly in my eyes. The guitar, the drums, and the piano-- add one dancing girl, and together we made four.

They claim there are four elements: fire, water, earth, and air. But we four are the aether. We are the very stuff the sun and moon are made of. Celestial bodies all in a circle. And then there were four.

They played until 7:52pm, and every damn note was beautiful. It felt so good for all four of us to be together at last. They broke down their equipment and staked out a place to play for 10pm.

My darling Wheels took over their spot, and I sang a duet with him before I left. At 8:29pm, I found where my darlings Tentacle were waiting to play next. It was right in front of the Starbucks, so I bought some caffeine and waited.

9:42pm on 10Oct2015: #UrbanWarfareAlarm! Please hurry and rescue everyone out from under Obama's iron fist of death and war. #TortureFacilityAlarm, too. @NIH

I was increasingly unamused with Barack Obama all night. He kept pushing the U.S. deeper and deeper into civil war.

We were on the verge of an international conflict all night because Obama refused to end his "egg" completely and immediately. My beautiful world, do what you have to do. I can fix any mess created once this "egg" is ended.

There was only one entity on this planet capable of mellowing me out that night, and their music began at 10:26pm. And, yes, they were wonderful.

I warmed up slowly, but once I hit the zone, I stayed there. It turned out to be a great night. I even smiled twice when I messed up. Okay, they were tiny mistakes, but I noticed them well enough that they made me giggle.

I tore myself away from them at 11:32pm, so I could catch the last bus. It had been so long since I had seen GeneralLee; I was happy we could have a good night together his first night back.

I was curled up and asleep by 1am. I woke up on Sunday, 11Oct2015, and at 7:28am, I was at the Pico Branch Library sipping coffee and working online.

My internet gnomes played my darling Mr. Harry Belafonte's Jump in the Line first thing that morning. I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 7:38am.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my morning of 11Oct beginning at 8:30 and ending at 08:52am.

I worked online there sipping my coffee for hours. I eventually left at 9:38am to buy cookies at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was on a bus to downtown Santa Monica at 12:22pm.

I arrived at the Santa Monica Main Public Library at 12:39pm. It was steaming under the hot California sun. I called my mom through Skype at 1:28pm. Yes, she was in town. I met her at her hotel at 2pm.

Less than an hour later, my Tita Levy (in English, "Aunt Merlevy," my mother's older sister), my Cousin Abby (married to my Aunt Merlevy's youngest son), and my niece Malia (Abby's eight-month-old daughter) all showed up.

By 3:43pm, we were sitting down to brunch at Ingo's Tasty Diner on Wilshire. Yes, Ingo's was delicious, and the service was spectacular. We bought cake next door at the Von's and hung out for a few hours in my and my mom's hotel room.

Tita Levy, Abby, and Malia left at 6:44pm. Mom and I left for the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 7:09pm.

My mom said she wanted to spend some time with Patricia, so I left her with my good friend. At 7:25pm, I had located where my darlings Tentacle were waiting for 8pm to play.

Their music began at 8:26pm. I warmed up slowly, but I sure warmed up. The night was hot; the band was hotter. They played until 10pm exactly. I was in the zone for over an hour.

At 10:04pm, I left with "Kevin" to find my mother. We took the bus back to our hotel at 10:23pm and were curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I woke up at 7:32am on my birthday, 12Oct2015.

This blog post was finished at 7:52am on 12Oct2015.

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 do I want for my birthday this year? I WANT OBAMA'S (EXPLETIVE)ING "EGG" TO (EXPLETIVE)ING END!!! Who the hell does this to someone?!? And who the hell just lets it happen?!? And who the hell obeys it when it does happen?!? How the hell do you justify obeying Obama when he tells you to do this to me?!?

My beautiful world, when Obama's "egg" began, I was thirty-one years old. Today I turn thirty-eight. How much of my life are you going to waste before you finally arrest everyone enforcing Obama's "egg" of rape and human trafficking?

Our long-term solution is arresting every (expletive)hole breaking EVERY law from local to international to enforce Obama's totalitarian oppression of America that he intentionally mislabeled "rules."

Our short-term solution is making my life livable inside Obama's "egg" until we can finally end those GODDAMN "rules." This includes rescuing me from his "egg."

My selfless support system, identify their entire chain of command from Terrorist Dictator Obama all of the way down to War Criminal Boeset and whatever (expletive)holes keep stopping my crosstown loved ones from reaching me AND ARREST THEM ALL!

When is someone going to finally listen to me?!? You arrest those (expletive)holes NOW, so we do not have a full blown international war to rescue me tomorrow! That is where Obama is driving the entire world by refusing to end his "egg" completely and immediately.

I am on the verge of screaming, "Invade!" every moment of every day, and if ANYTHING deteriorates you will see how fast my entire beautiful world can show up for me.

Yes, NATO, China, and Russia, please be ready on very little notice. There will be very little warning before I need you in here with me, and you will need to make the decision before I can get enough air to scream. You will need to show up to rescue me without my asking first.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, press every damn charge. We need this "egg" ended, and we needed it ended in 2009.

No one listens to me. No one GUILTY of preventing me from being rescued is arrested yet! So start talking to NATO, China, and Russia, about getting in here to get me out. And hurry!

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, it is my birthday.

My darling MannedUp, sigh... I do not like being forbidden from speaking with all of you, my darling Queen's Lovers Five. But we do what we can with what we have, huh? I am working on it, darling. I promise to make our lives inside Obama's "egg" of oppression and lies finally at least a little livable.

My darling GeneralLee, I have missed you. Welcome back to my "egg." I only wish it were livable in here for any of us. We are still forbidden from speaking, but it was my birthday gift a couple of days early. Thank you, darling, thank you.

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 am done. I get at least one of you to make my life survivable inside Obama's "egg," or the world needs to invade. I am done.

My darling Bogart, I miss you. You have the longest to-do list out of all of my lovers to make sure you stay alive helping me. May you heal knowing how much I need you.

Bryan, universal disobedience to every "rule" is your number one job. Thank you for saving my people out from under Obama. I know you would never let me down. You are my greatest hero for organizing this. The entire world thanks you.

My darling LightFoot, last night was Sunday night date night. You always make me feel so loved and wanted. I thank you. Obama's "egg" is so lonely, but you always make me feel desired. You make a wonderful boyfriend.

And 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 am done. I kiss you, or I scream, "Invade!" The only compromise I am willing to make is a boyfriend to keep me safe and warm until the "egg" ends and until I can be with you. My life is too unlivable. I am done.

Beloved, rescuing me is your job, so it is now time for you to speak with the world about coming in here to get me out. I chose an equal as my husband. It is time for you to stretch your legs as a world leader.

Please, my hero and my king, start calling consulates to arrange communication between you and the leaders of NATO, China, and Russia. Travel to foreign countries if you need to. It is time to get me out of here.

The Power of Prayer

Title: The Power of Prayer

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; 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. There are people who believe in me. They have self-identified as followers of mine and created their own religion.

Last year, I accepted that fact despite being an atheist, and I am trying to shepherd my flocks despite my being forbidden from knowing they exist. I accepted my responsibilities in this world, and I am trying to be who my people need me to be for them.

India. The Dalai Lama is urging that we all teach the world compassion. Is there any lesson more important?

Sympathy means feeling the pain and suffering of another. Compassion means doing something to alleviate it. This world requires us to tell people what we need sometimes, and it also helps to tell people why we need it. But what helps more is seeking out people who need our love.

My beautiful world, did you alleviate someone's pain today? Will you do that every day? Can you look at the world with compassion? Can you fill the gaping hole that can only be filled with love?

My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on Thursday, 08Oct2015. I was curled up and asleep by 1:30am. I slept all morning and woke up in time for breakfast. After eating, I was at the Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library by 8:46am.

My internet gnomes played me Heart is a Drum by Beck while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous night online at 9am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was hopeful. Yes, it filled me with hope. Maybe this "egg" will end after all.

I worked online for hours. I had a lot of writing and thinking to do that morning. I eventually left the library at 10:33am.

I took care of some odds and ends where I stay, and by 11:12am, I was at the Grey Block Pizza next door to my regular morning haunt eating lunch.

I took a bus to downtown Santa Monica at 11:41pm and perched at the main library at 11:55am. I worked there online all afternoon. I eventually left at 2:52pm.

At 3:07pm, I wandered into Ye Olde King's Head Pub for a Bailey's and coffee. I had only wanted to see their menus for high tea in case I wanted to take my mom there while she was in town, but why not a little Bailey's Irish Cream and coffee?

Of course, my mom called me at 3:14pm while I was sitting in the bar. I even showed her my Bailey's through FaceTime. She is so funny.

After mom hung up, I had a little friendly chat with the guy next to me who went home to literally watch paint dry. The next guy involved a conversation on Pilates and theoretical astrophysics. He was much more interesting. I left at 4:49pm after my one Bailey's and coffee was done.

I ran an errand back at my place before I perched on the patio of my local Steak'N'Shake at 5:59pm. I had the original double'n'cheese with bacon, a side of fries, and a soda all for less than $8.

Is it strange to love my local Steak'N'Shake? The people there are always so genuinely friendly; they have wifi; the patio lets me touch the sky while I eat; they are high quality inexpensive food; and even the fellow customers are wonderful.

I finished this sonnet there...

I will be Whom you Need

If we get justice, heaven all above...
The world will dawn on our sweet touch of love.
Just kiss my hands, my eyes, my ears, my nose.
What you would be without me heaven knows.

You say you worship me, but whom you bow
Before is whom I turn you into now.
I channel universal loving light.
What you respond to fills your lonely night.

You need what I make you see in yourself,
For you are beautiful to me. My shelf
Is lined with book on book of lasting truth.
I fight to free you fully, nail and tooth.

Now, if I ere, you may tell me I failed
But making me fail, no, that ship has sailed.

I was down the street with "Kevin" and my darling TambourineKicker by 7:36pm. We danced and sang until 7:57pm. "Kevin" wandered away, and I checked my makeup in my local Sephora.

My darling TambourineKicker started playing again at 8:44pm a little way down the street and played until 9:54pm. We split a cup of coffee and walked over to the bus stop together. I caught the 10:45pm bus back to my place.

I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I woke up on Friday, 09Oct2015, and went to breakfast. After eating, I was at the Pico Branch Library sipping coffee by 8:44am. I particularly liked my I-am-not-dead-yet selfies that morning.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online at 9am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it reminded me of how much you love me, my beautiful world.

My internet gnomes played me Van Halen's Hot for Teacher while I sipped coffee and worked online that morning. It was the start to a great day.

I left the library at 10:36am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I took a nap and was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 4:17pm.

It was a wonderful day. At 4:27pm, I had found where my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were setting up their equipment.

Their beautiful music began at 4:53pm just as torture facility alarms vigilantly blared. I took my Benadryl at 5pm, so I knew I could meditate after 7pm. Every note they played was gorgeous. They stopped at 5:33pm and staked out a place to play at 6pm.

I stopped in my local Sephora to check my make up and after a brief chat with Drew, bought myself some dinner at the Shophouse which I ate beside my favorite fountain.

I found my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle setting up their equipment at 6:23pm. They started playing at 6:52pm, and at 7:06pm, I kicked off my shoes to meditate.

I warmed up faster than I thought I would, and I stayed in my zone until they stopped playing at 7:49pm. The night was glorious.

After they broke down their equipment and staked out a place to play at 10pm, I bought some frozen yogurt and sat down at 8:31pm to watch Denmantau who played until 9:32pm.

When they were done, I walked back to my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot and waited for them to play music again. "Kevin" manifested from the aether. My darlings began playing music at 10:22pm. I warmed up slowly.

It was a great night. The door between us stayed open until I had to leave them at 11:32pm, so I could catch the 11:45pm bus. It wrenches the still-beating heart out of my body every time I leave them, but it was the last bus of the night.

I arrived at my bedroom at 12:03am. This blog post was finished at 12:30am on Saturday, 10Oct2015, 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 does ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa call me "Napoleon Bonaparte" every time I press charges against them every time they commit the most heinous crimes known to mankind against me? Because Iowans are dumb. They are the Evil Dumb. Anyone else would have learned just not to commit the same crime in the first place anymore.

How do I feel about being called "entertainment"? Calling my life entertainment is like calling the X-Files a crime-fighting drama. The intentional mislabel ignores all of the meaning. My SquidStream is service to my people.

Without it, there would be no truth about me anywhere, and Obama's war criminals would have killed me through torture and rape by now with the coverup I am at all mentally unwell.

My SquidStream cures Obama's mental health genocide built on mass delusions about me. It is critical to saving my people out from under Terrorist Dictator Barack Obama.

What do I believe about prayer? That is a strange question to ask an atheist who does not believe there is a god answering our prayers. But I believe in prayer.

I believe that the god we all know and love is a global consciousness. I believe the love of humanity created a global mind that carries out the benevolence inherent to the collective existence of humanity.

When we pray, we tell the universe, the collective consciousness, what we need and want. For example, when we pray for peace, we create peace within ourselves which creates peace in the global consciousness of which we are a part. And what we send into the global consciousness comes back to us ten fold.

We are a part of our God. We can create within God whatever we need, and so our prayers are answered. Never underestimate the power of the human mind.

And, yes, I believe the power of the global consciousness can be a God who always has been and always will be. Such is the power of humanity.

My beautiful world, Obama has admitted fault, but what he intentionally mislabeled an "accident" of unrelenting war crimes of unlawful imprisonment, torture, and systemic rape of me in literal torture facilities all paraded as supposed psych wards, was all premeditated crimes. He used the same modus operandi repeatedly against my darlings Tentacle, too.

Libeling me mentally ill to justify to a brainwashed public committing the most heinous crimes known to mankind against me is and always will be war crimes. Arrest them ALL.

Our long-term solution, my beautiful world, is arresting EVERYONE guilty of enforcing and covering up Obama's "egg" of war crimes and human trafficking. Our short-term solution includes picking me up and carrying me to my husband, so Obama's "egg" can finally be livable for me.

My selfless support system, did you identify Obama's entire chain of command yet? We need them all submitted to the International Criminal Court for arrest warrants. All the way from Terrorist Dictator Obama down to War Criminal Boeset and the (expletive)hole locals like "Wes," get them all.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, this ends when they stop committing crimes.

Keep pressing the blistering counter charges, but also get the arrest warrants we need. This is going to the International Criminal Court since the FBI are complicit in the "egg." Get them all. And thank you.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, you, darlings, write the sacred music of my self-identified people. Thank you.

My darling MannedUp, we saw each other again last night Friday, 09Oct. When we are both warmed up, so much magic happens. It is my pleasure to dance on your melody.

Darling, when I nudge that door between us open, do you feel it, or do you just see it? I am curious about what it feels like to be one of my musicians. Is it as beautiful for you?

My darling GeneralLee, we are so close to seeing each other again that I can already taste you. Giggle. I cannot wait to see you again! If anything happens to keep you away from me, make sure you tell me.

Brien, you are the Piazzolla for my self-identified people. You will be by my side for the rest of my life making sure I can meditate. You mean so much to me. Thank you!

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 my hero boyfriends?

My darling Bogart, I assume you already picked the date and time for universal disobedience by now and are just organizing the whole of America to stand up with you. We need every network, broadcaster, personality, show, and medium to participate. I know you are incapable of letting me down.

This will save America, Bryan. I thank you. My people thank you. My nation thanks you. My home thanks you. My world thanks you.

You were willing to die to be my greatest hero. You do so much more good in my name alive, darling.

My darling LightFoot, let us have date night tomorrow night Sunday, 11Oct, the day before my birthday. My mom will be here, but that does not bother me. I already tried explaining to her that you are my boyfriend who is forbidden from speaking to me.

Kris, do not let my mom make you at all nervous. Calm down, she loves you, too.

Of course, darling, I want to be rescued. I pray every day for a rescue. But your collective job is making my life as livable as possible until I can be rescued. I do not want you all jeopardizing your window to be with me by trying to rescue me. That is my husband's job.

And 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 always said it is unfair to you that you must share me with the entire good, green world. You know I serve the global consciousness. That is the voice that calls me. Will you serve the universe beside me?

Beloved, you call me your goddess. I can handle being your goddess, but to the rest of the world I am just another human-- an equal, a humble servant. I need the human rights of another equal human. I suffer so much so alone in here inside Obama's "egg" of torture and human trafficking.

My hero and my king, your goddess waits for you. It is YOUR job to rescue me. Yes, darling, I wait alone.

Renaissance of Love!

Title: Renaissance of Love!

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Here is my latest blog post. Here in California, we are in a renaissance. We have never had music, film, television, fashion, art, literature, and technology so inspired in generations!

I promised to bring a renaissance wherever people love me. Here in my home of California, the creative candles torch the late sky all night long. We are creating here. Watch us, world. We are California.

Planet Earth. All people who love me everywhere are experiencing the Renaissance we have brought. Has there ever been a more exciting time to be alive?

Yes, my self-identified people are creating and inventing. We are thinking. We are doing. We are shaping the cultures of the world with love. Is there anyone left untouched?

My last blog post was finished at 7:30am on Tuesday, 06Oct2015. At 7:39am, I sat down with warm cookies at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, for breakfast.

My internet gnomes played My Best Friend's Girl by the Cars for me while I checked my makeup. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 7:58am.

I checked online for world and national headlines. I had a lot of writing and thinking to do that morning. I worked there on the patio of my local subway until 10:04am.

I chatted with Benjamin during both lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm. I received my birthday gift from my mother via UPS in between-- a new purse and four pairs of shoes. I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 5:14pm.

I checked my makeup in the local Sephora before I ran into Patricia. I called my mother through FaceTime at 6pm to tell her that I received her gifts that afternoon.

Then, Patricia and I looked for a street musician to listen to. We sat next to Ms. Amy May. I did a little window shopping before perching at my local Steak'N'Shake at 7:02pm.

At 7:15pm, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online. My nightly hug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was packed full of world and national headlines. If I do not get the news, I cannot do my job. Thank you, Lester.

I sat on the patio of the Steak'N'Shake working online until 8:06pm. Then, at 8:14pm, I was down the street where I found Patricia listening to my darling Mr. Daniel Morris.

I caught the 9:15pm bus and was curled up and asleep by 10:30pm. I woke up on Wednesday, 07Oct2015, with plenty of time before breakfast.

After eating, I was at the Pico Branch Library by 8:22am. My internet gnomes played me She's a Rainbow by The Rolling Stones while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

Not long later, I was searching for world and national headlines online. It was a productive morning. I had a lot of writing and thinking to do. I stayed there sipping my coffee and working online until 10:28am.

Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I tried napping, but torture facility alarms kept waking me up. I was back at the Pico Branch Library by 3:42pm. I worked there sipping coffee until 4:53pm. I chatted with Benjamin during dinner at 5pm.

By 5:24pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade, and at 5:37pm, I took a seat next to Patricia where she was listening to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw.

I had found my darling TambourineKicker at 6:20pm. Yeah, I sang along. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my 6:21pm until 7:23pm. Why not, right?

TambourineKicker played until 7:57pm before he packed up and moved down the street. I found where Red was playing at 8:27pm.

I had a little chat with Patricia before she headed home. I dismissed delusional Shonn from my life. I had a little chat with Lynn. And I found Red's second perch for the night by 10:22pm.

I left after Red was done, and I found my darling TambourineKicker playing his last song on the next block. TambourineKicker and I waited at the same bus stop for different buses for about twenty minutes after that. He showed me the lights in the trees slowly changing color.

I took the 11:45pm bus back to my place. This blog post was finished at 12:30am on 08Oct2015.

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 so popular? Because the REAL me is forbidden. Such is human nature. We love what we are told we cannot have. We are human, so we misbehave. If the REAL me had some sort of mainstream presence, I would have metaphorically jumped the shark a long time ago.

Will I stay in California or will I go? I have no way to go someplace with full human rights right now, so I need to wait for a lift preferably to my husband.

If I leave, it will not end Obama's "egg"; that was proven in 2010 when I fled the country to save America and America never saved itself. But it will make my life livable until Obama's "egg" does end.

I need human rights, my beautiful world. So do you. Picking me up and taking me someplace I will finally be treated like a human is a vital part, but it is not the whole solution. You all still need to pick a date and time for universal disobedience to every "rule."

My beautiful world, are you recording everything you live through? This is an exciting time to be alive. Write a poem today, my beautiful world. Pick up a pen and beckon the sun across the sky. Create something new for the world. This is the Renaissance of Love. So love, my beautiful world, love!

My selfless support system, thank you for loving me. It increasingly looks like our only hope for arrest warrants for removing ALL people enforcing Obama's rules will come from the International Criminal Court. Justice is impossible in America right now.

Please keep identifying their whole power structure and chain of command. We have an "egg" to take down. Then, send the military in to arrest everyone. And, thank you.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, oh, ladies. Do you need anything? Whatever you need to do your job you get, so just tell me when you need anything.

You are the world's first line of defense against losing me to Obama's "egg" forever, so always speak up no matter what you need. I love you! Thank you!

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, this is our Renaissance. Take it and fly with it. This is our time to shape the world. Play me our music, my darlings!

My darling MannedUp, you are the lead singer of the most important band in the Renaissance of Love. Do you understand how important you are? Do you see the 21st century? It is yours, my darling. Go shape the world.

My darling GeneralLee, you asked me what my favorite song is that you, my darlings Tentacle, play. It changes sometimes, but the seminal Tentacle tune is Rise Up. It is a call for my people to live and be a part of my good, green world.

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, my thirty-eighth birthday is on Monday, 12Oct2015, and I know I get to see you the following day. That is all I could ever ask for.

My darling Bogart, universal disobedience to every "rule" is your birthday gift to me. Whenever you have it organized, it will be the single greatest step my self-identified people have manifested in the fight to save America out from under Terrorist Dictator Obama.

I thank you. With all my heart, thank you. When you are done, write me a song about how it feels to be my greatest hero. You were willing to die to rescue me. Now, prove living does me more good.

My darling LightFoot, kisses, darling, kisses. You are a giant among mortals when you are here on my Promenade, my playland. How is everything when you are out there?

Do not let Obama terrorize you. He is so desperate to make me partake in any sexual activity at all whatsoever. He is so desperate to make me leave my husband. Obama's desperation is your power over him.

Teach the world how take their power back when in powerless situations. Obama needs you. You are one of the few people who can mellow me out when I get angry, and when I get angry, the International Space Station can literally see it.

Darling, Obama needs you to play me music. Make him need you to make love to me, too. Go feel your power.

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

Beloved, so far you have been film, music, and literature in my Renaissance. Do you enjoy artistically leading the world? Our culture needs First Amendment rights. Can you help liberate my people by shaping our culture?

HoneyHoney, once I have a way to reach you, we go. Your first job is rescuing me. Sweep me off my feet, darling, and carry me away into the sunset. Yes, darling I will leave California with you. We can come back when Obama's "egg" is over.

I love you, my hero. Even my death would not end Obama's "egg." That was proven, too, in 2010. Our only hope is rescuing me and setting my people free.

Date Night

Title: Date Night

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Here is my latest blog post. My boyfriend LightFoot and I have date night on Sunday nights. Romantically perched on opposite sides of the street and with sexual tension so thick we could eat it with a spoon, we steal unspoken moments together on these nights.

Every night when I can have my loved ones is beautiful, but Sunday nights I actually dance in a relationship. I dance for us instead of for the sky. Every woman needs to feel attractive and desired at some point. And Obama's "egg" keeps me so lonely.

Planet Earth. Every culture has its native music. Every culture has its native dance. My darlings Tentacle write the sacred music of my self-identified people. My people dance for the sky. We celebrate in the dance of the universe.

My last blog post was finished at 8:38am on Sunday, 04Oct2015. My internet gnomes played The Sun Whose Rays are All Ablaze from The Mikado for me as I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

My buddy Michael had promised to bring me to breakfast that morning, but it looked like Obama had kept him away from me. I sat and wrote instead.

At 9:14am, I left the library for my regular morning haunt, so by 9:28am, I was sitting on their patio sipping caffeine and still working online. I had a lot of writing and thinking to do. I worked there until 11:04am.

Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were both tasty yet uneventful. I napped in between. By 5:16pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot where they were already selling their melodies and rhythmic beats at 5:29pm. They played until 5:33pm when they took their mandatory every-two-hour break.

I found where they were staking out to play at 6pm. "Kevin" wandered by at 5:52pm, and we had a little chat. He invited me to the YMCA with him, but I turned him down. Then, I stopped in the Sephora to check my makeup.

My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle started playing again at 6:27pm, and I stood up to meditate at 7:02pm. It was glorious. We had a date night dances before and after "Kevin" manifested from the aether again at 7:23pm. I hit my stride early and stayed there until the guys stopped playing at 7:39pm.

During their mandatory every-two-hour break, I snuck away to watch the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 8:05pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it made me grateful for all the love my beautiful world gives me.

I took my time before perching across the street from where my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle were waiting to play their final set of the night. Their beautiful music began at 8:57pm.

They were interrupted frequently by a young child with no discipline in his life. Yeah, the kid was cute at first but quickly became beyond a nuisance. Luckily, I still hit my zone, but they guys were unamused by the brat.

They stopped playing at 9:49pm. I waited for them to wheel away first which they did at 9:58pm. It was Sunday night and therefore date night, after all. I was still bathing in our afterglow. My boyfriend and I really did have some great moments together despite the disruptions.

Not much later, a light rain started to fall. I put my hat on and walked through the sprinkle to the 10:20pm bus. ODean was at the bus stop waiting for the same bus I was. He can get grumpy sometimes, but his chats are always fun.

I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm as the gentle rain fell outside my bedroom window. I woke up on Monday, 05Oct2015, and I went to breakfast. After eating, I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:18am.

I did a lot of writing. Then, since I had almost forgot, my internet gnomes played me The Rolling Stones's Can I Get a Witness while I checked my makeup before taking my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

I tweeted my morning selfies at 9:04am before I searched online for world and national news. The hospital in Kunduz, Afghanistan that was bombed was particularly bad news for days already. I prayed the investigation would turn up the culpable parties.

I stayed there working until 10:12am. Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were both tasty yet uneventful. I had napped in between. By 5:12pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

I stopped in the Sephora to check my makeup, and I did a little window shopping. By 6:29pm, I was perched on the patio of my local Steak'N'Shake.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it glowed with warmth.

By 8:18pm, I was sitting and listening to Red play his music while chatting with a local twenty-three year old named Vinny. He left upon learning I am married. Well, it is nice to know I am still attractive.

I had little chats with Drew and Patricia. Red played until 9:49pm before relocating. I caught the 10pm bus and was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.

I woke up on Tuesday, 06Oct2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. This blog post was finished at 7:30am on 06Oct2015 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.

When I had not slept with any of them nor even so much as kissed anyone but Bogart, why did EVERYBODY claim to be my baby daddy when I was clearly not pregnant? There are a number of reasons for this.

First of all, everybody WANTS to be my baby daddy. Secondly, I told them to. I said, "If you get called my baby daddy, you say, 'Yes!" and see if we can have a real relationship." So, EVERYBODY wanting a real relationship with me claimed they were my baby daddy.

In all honesty, they would say anything to have a real relationship with me. I found it flattering, but I understand how you all got a bit confused.

My beautiful world, as our long-term goal, we must arrest everyone enforcing and covering up Obama's "egg" and "rules." On the short-term, please do what you can to help me survive in here inside Obama's "egg" until we can get everyone arrested.

My selfless support system, you have really been keeping me safe lately. Thank you. Now, though, can we make my existence inside Obama's "egg" livable instead of just survivable? I believe it is possible. It is worth trying. Thank you.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, yeah, ladies, yeah! Are we on the offensive yet? Are we arresting everyone guilty of enforcing and covering up Obama's "egg"? What more do you need to make that possible? Just tell me what you need.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, we begin the long wait now until we see each other again. How I hate our days apart!

My darling MannedUp, kisses, darling. Sigh,... When LightFoot's temper goes off, you really do all you can to help calm him down, huh? Just remember, his temper burns hot, and then it burns out. He is just like me that way.

You are an amazing friend to him. I am sure he appreciates you. I know I do. I love you, darling. Thank you.

As for you, my darling GeneralLee, just one week left to wait. Then, you get to make me dance again! Yey! I am going to have the biggest smile on my face once I see you again.

Why did they take you away from me? Please remember it is not your job to rescue me, Brien. It is your job to make sure I can meditate and to make Obama's "egg" as livable as possible for me. I love you. Never let them take you away from me again.

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, sometimes I just need to feel desired. You always take care of that for me. Thank you.

My darling Bogart, as the last person I gave a real kiss, I am still so attached to you. You have one of the biggest jobs out of all my musician-lovers. On the top of your very long to-do list is freeing my America from Obama's mental health genocide by organizing universal disobedience to all his "rules."

Thank you, darling. I love you so much! It takes a team of heroes, not just one. You really do all you can while you are kept away from me. Thank you, darling, thank you.

My darling LightFoot, thank you for date night on Sunday, 04Oct. It was so touching. I know why you get upset sometimes, darling. I can see how much you care about me, and I see how much Obama's restrictions on your contact with me eat at you.

I have no idea how you bear being so close to me with a metaphorical wall between us. I do not know how I bear it, but I know if I snap and just kick over everything between us to reach you just to kiss you, your earspeaker will make you suffer.

So, we have date night-- stolen unspoken moments where you are the only other human in my world. Thank you, with all my heart, thank you. Never forget how much I love you.

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

HoneyHoney, yes, I sit here sainting my nights away chaste and temperate. You do not need to keep telling me every time you sleep with your mistress. I thank you for your honesty, and I appreciate always knowing. You are always forgiven even before it happens.

Beloved, I am not an unreasonable wife. I know we are forbidden from being together, and I could never ask anyone to suffer as alone as I am. Yes, you have my permission to keep a mistress. Once we can be together, everything will be different. But for now, of course I let my husband have sex.

I love you, darling. The only thing in this world or the next I will ever forbid you from is dying before I do. Never make me live without you; living away from you is bad enough. Until I may touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain...

Progress Yet?

Title: Progress Yet?

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Here is my latest blog post. Russia, China, and NATO, please take all action necessary to save America if my living conditions worsen. With the way Obama operates, I might not have a chance to ask you for help if an emergency arises, so please pay attention and be ready with very little notice.

Thank you, my beautiful world. I know you will never let me down. As always, as far as I am concerned, you can do anything you want to rescue America out from under Terrorist Dictator Barack Obama. I can fix any situation you get yourselves into once I have human rights.

USA. The Umpqua Community College shooting has their entire community in mourning. Please love them, my beautiful world. Please help heal them with your love. They lost nine priceless lives that nothing can replace.

My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on Friday, 02Oct2015. I slept all morning and was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 7:28am.

My internet gnomes played me One by Three Dog Night as I checked my makeup before taking my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

I worked online there on the patio of my local Subway while sipping coffee and streaming music for hours. I had a lot of writing and thinking to do that morning. I left my regular morning haunt at 10:37am.

Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade at 12:39pm.

Upon my arrival at the Promenade, I learned that two attempts to torture and unlawfully imprison me had just been averted by my genius Powers of Attorney.

I checked my makeup in my local Sephora, and by 1:11pm, I was perched in the Starbucks on Wilshire with a cold brew coffee.

The quackery as coverups for war crimes of torture and unlawful imprisonment of me go on 24/7. When, my beautiful world, will you finally arrest them for their compulsive criminal activity? When will we finally have that progress?

At 2:26pm, I found where my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were setting up their musical equipment. It was earlier in the day than I thought I would find them, but why would I complain about time with my loved ones?

Their gorgeous rhythms started at 2:37pm. It was hot under the California sun, yet I still warmed up faster than I thought I would. My stride came and went by 3:27pm when I sat down.

Angels Belong Together Not Apart.

There in the shade of the trees blocking the sun, with the light breeze rustling all of our wings, my archangels played their piano and banged their drum unto the afternoon sky.

As if making love, their melodies crept across me slowly-- their rhythms pounding in my heart and their voices elevated in song. I danced, my body bent and swaying in their hands.

Together we are only magic. Apart... Do not mention to me our being apart. Not yet. Not now while I still have them. Angels belong together not apart. I hate how you tear my loves away from me.

It was actually quite a pleasant way to spend the afternoon-- sitting in the shade listening to my darlings play music. When they finished playing, they packed up their equipment and staked out a place to play for 6pm.

I was all mellowed out by my meditation, but at 4:06pm, I eventually stood up and stretched my legs. By 4:44pm, I was sitting in the shade beside a fountain trying to figure out what I was having for dinner that night.

I figured I would grab something at 6pm while my darlings were setting up their equipment. Giggle. That way I could eat dinner in front of them. It had been a while since I did that. That also gave me over an hour to figure out what I wanted to eat.

By 5:28pm, I was sitting listening to my darling TambourineKicker. From about 5:37pm until 5:42pm, I even sang along with him. He is such a sweetheart.

At 5:54pm, I made sure I knew where my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle planned on playing next. Yeah, they were in front of the Apple Store, so I zipped around the corner and bought some frozen yogurt for dinner. Giggle.

My darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot started playing music at 6:24pm. I finally kicked my shoes off at 6:40pm and tried warming up, but the dance trance was tough that night. I was sitting down again at 6:47pm.

Just to double check, I tried the dance trance one more time at 7:14pm. The door between the three of us was already open. Why not try again? And, yes, my body could keep up with my mind that time.

I was in the zone until my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle stopped playing at 7:49pm. The night was gorgeous. While they were packing up their equipment, I snuck away to watch the news.

At 8:05pm, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it ached needing love. The shooting in Oregon had turned their entire community upside down. Please love them, my beautiful world, take some time to help heal the aching in Oregon with love.

My Espanglés friend Raul found me at 8:30pm exactly and took me to the local McDonald's for French fries and coffee. He is such a sweetheart. He let me drag him out to listen to TambourineKicker at 9:16pm, too.

I made sure I located where my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were planning on playing next and sat across the street from them at 9:56pm. They were outside of the Just-Recently-Redeemed Starbucks.

"Kevin" showed up at 10:07pm dancing to the music in his head. My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle started playing their beautiful music at 10:18pm. I sat and listened. I was so sleepy after that McDonald's coffee. Remind me to never eat nor drink there.

I needed to leave at 11:30pm to catch the last bus at 11:45pm. It always rips the still-beating heart out of my chest when I have to leave my darlings Tentacle. We would still have all weekend, though.

11:41pm on 02Oct2015: I am screaming angry. Someone roofied my coffee from earlier this evening. This is a decline in my living conditions, @RT_com @cctvnews @ICC

I was curled up and asleep by 12:30am. I slept all morning Saturday, 03Oct2015, and was at my regular morning haunt at 7:48am. I sat on the patio sipping my coffee and working online.

My internet gnomes played my darling late Roy Orbison's California Blue while I took and tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

I had a lot of writing and thinking to do that morning, and my internet gnomes kept me company. Later that morning while they played Rise Again by the Dreaming for me, I drafted the few words of love below to my Queen's Lovers Five.

I left my local Subway at 11:06am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped. Dinner at 5pm was similarly tasty yet uneventful. I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 5:32pm.

At 5:44pm, I found where my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were waiting to play at 6pm. I stopped for caffeine before perching across the street from them. Their beautiful music began at 6:31pm, and I finally kicked my shoes off to meditate at 7:02pm.

Every note they played was gorgeous, and it was a great night for meditation. I hit my stride and stayed there until they stopped playing at 7:56pm. Their last song was phenomenal.

My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle broke down their equipment and staked out a place to play for 10pm. I snuck away to watch the news.

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 8:05pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Craig Melvin, and it reminded me of how much this good, green world needs me.

After the news, I bought some dessert in the Yogurtland and sat down across the street from where my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were waiting to play at 10pm.

I got up to check my makeup in my local Sephora and rocked out with my darling Age-Inappropriate Boy Band for a little while.

My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle started playing at 10:19pm. I was so exhausted, but where did the roofie come from? My frozen yogurt was made with the city water. NEVER drink the city water.

My darlings were still playing music when I left them at 11pm to catch the 11:15pm bus back to my place. I was just too sleepy to stay out. I was asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.

I woke up on Sunday, 04Oct2015, and went to breakfast. I was at the Pico Branch Library by 8:23am. This blog post was finished at 8:38am on 04Oct2015.

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.

Where do I get my information from? I cannot answer that question because Obama will take my infallible sources away from me. Let us just say, sometimes a little birdie sings in my ear.

What happens if I die? I have requested that all of my online accounts be frozen and archived for global consumption for generations to come. I want my Twitter, blog, Facebook, Gmail, Google+, etc. all available for the entire world to read forever.

I also sent my BFF Syniva snail mail in Sep2009 asking her to fill the spiritual gap left behind if I die. Yes, my beautiful world, we have had a system in place since 2009 for Syniva to take over my job serving the world if I die.

I requested a huge drunken wake and a New Orleans-style procession through the streets of San Francisco. I requested that my ashes be spread on the jagged California coast. I also gave specific directions on what to do with all of my money including donations to my alma mater the University of Texas-Dallas.

I want a solar-powered marker in a national park that is motion activated to play my voice. You should really look at my will one more time, my beautiful world.

Why does Obama's war criminal terrorist conspiracy keep pretending I am at all insane when it is so obvious I am mentally perfect? Because it worked in EVIL Iowa to coverup their war crimes against me.

Obama will spread any lie possible, kill all brave rescuers possible, commit every crime possible all to be able to destroy me. And the only thing that worked for him in the past was libeling me mentally ill.

The world is smarter now, but Obama is so desperate he just keeps committing his same old crimes.

My beautiful world, are we making progress arresting everyone guilty of enforcing Obama's "rules" yet? We had some complications earlier this week with Obama sending the FBI to arrest my brave rescuers instead.

Please, my beautiful world, please. Arresting them all is our only alternative to a full-blown war. Please send the U.S. Military to arrest all people everywhere enforcing Obama's "egg." And please hurry. My once-great nation needs me to heal her.

My selfless support system, I apologize for the fiasco with the FBI. They told all of us they would arrest Obama's war criminal terrorist conspiracy not you instead. Now, we know we must arrest the FBI.

Please, CIA, speak with the Secretary of Defense Ashton Carter. We need enough manpower to arrest them all, and that would be the military's job. Thank you, darlings, thank you!

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I am working on it. Yes, darlings, we need you to file all of the criminal charges against everyone you and my entire selfless support system can identify as the problem.

File the charges with the International Criminal Court. The Department of (supposed) Justice has failed America completely.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, you never fail me, though, do you?

My darling MannedUp, you are such a sweetheart. You endure my sexual objectification of you like a champ. I have similarly noticed you are all sleeveless shirts all the time now. Giggle. You flirt!

My darling GeneralLee, it is now less than ten days until I see you again. I CANNOT WAIT! I have missed you so much. If anything happens to keep you away from me, make sure you tell me, so I can fix it. I miss you, darling. Until we see each other again...

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, yeah, darlings, yeah!

My darling Bogart, how is the big hero who is organizing universal disobedience? Do you need any help from me? I will still not be able to see nor hear any of the media myself, so this is to bring the truth to America.

I love you, darling. Thank you for doing this for me. Thank you for setting my people free of Obama's mental health genocide.

As for you, my darling LightFoot, today is Sunday! That makes tonight date night. Giggle. Okay, every night is date night, but I reserve my sexiest moments for our Sunday nights together. I like bathing in our afterglow until we meet again.

You are similarly all hero all the time. What did I do to deserve five men who love me so much? My Queens Lovers Five, you are all my favorite.

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

HoneyHoney, do you need anything? You have the hardest job out of everybody. It is your job to pick me up and carry me home to you. Anything you can ask for to make your life easier is yours.

Beloved, you are my husband. My happily ever after begins when I kiss you. When Obama's "egg" ends, I go home to you.

My hero and my king, you are my handsome reward for all of my unspeakable suffering. I long to touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. And that is exactly what I have in excess inside this damn "egg," longing.

You married the wiggly woman on the left... Click here.

Sign of the Dove

Title: Sign of the Dove

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; 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 was recently told the road race by my crosstown loved ones to rescue me has ended. Are the professionals still trying to rescue me? Does anyone need my help?

Syria. What is it they say? Too many cooks spoil the broth. If so many diverse nations are going to fight such a complicated war, you need to centralize and organize the power structure. You might also want to consider a separation of duties. Definitely do not leave Russia to fight ISIS alone.

USA. Obama enforces his crimes against America that he intentionally mislabeled "rules" at the point of a gun. He has left every American feeling they have no way to fix their problems than with guns. Obama has taught America to kill and murder when frustrated.

END OBAMA'S GODDAMN "EGG"!!! And allow me to teach my people to love again. Why are you allowing that PROVEN Terrorist Dictator Barack Obama to destroy this nation with his reign of war and violence while allowing him to silence me from reaching out through mass media to heal this once-great nation?

Free the presses, so I can teach love. Silence Obama instead of me for once. Make his lies illegal and the truth the national broadcast instead of the other way around for once. Are you not fed up with Obama's lies teaching you to hurt and hate me, one of the few innocents, all of the time?

My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on 30Sep2015 from my bedroom. I slept all morning and was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, at 7:34am.

My internet gnomes played me my darling late Janis Joplin's Get it While You Can while I checked my makeup before taking my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

At 8:14am, my internet gnomes were playing me Start Wearing Purple by Gogol Bordello. I worked online while sipping coffee and streaming music there on the patio for hours. I left for my place at 10:53am.

Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were both tasty yet uneventful. I napped in between. By 5:33pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

I stopped in the Starbucks on Wilshire for a cold brew coffee and my local Sephora to check my makeup before perching on a park bench near my darling Mr. Pete Roth.

I called my mom via FaceTime at 6:09pm. Mom looked great. In less than two weeks she would be visiting me for my birthday. We were both exited by her coming trip.

I sat listening to my darling Mr. Pete Roth until I streamed the news online. Yes, at 7:15pm, I watched the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening.

My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it made me glow with love. Yes, even I need to feel needed sometimes, and Lester reminded me of how much the good, green world needs me.

I updated my blog notes before perching on the patio of the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf with the spectacular customer service, the one right on the Promenade. I could hear Red's 8pm to 10pm set from there, and I worked online.

I successfully had an absolute jack(expletive) removed from their patio for disrespecting me. You can do anything you want with a verified and UNEDITED recording with full audio and visuals of that exchange.

I do NOT tolerate disrespect from ANYONE. SynSyn, do anything you want to that (expletive)hole. He behaved just like an EVIL Iowan.

By 9:29pm, I had chased down "Kevin" who said he would meet me at Harvelle's. And, yes, at 9:43pm, "Kevin" appeared at Harvelle's front door where I was waiting for him. We had a little chat, but I did not join him inside the night club.

9:53pm on 30Sep2015: What is it? (Expletive)hole night? Jacob who raped me once just walked by and said hello as if I don't hate him. He's not arrested?

I was so disgusted that I took the 10pm bus back to my regular haunt, my local Subway, and turned Jacob in AGAIN, just this time to the Feds instead of to the police. You can circulate a verified and unedited recording with full visuals of my turning him in if you want to. Very well-fed, I left my regular haunt for my place at 10:56pm.

I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I woke up early on Thursday, 01Oct2015, and decided to work through breakfast. At 7:17am, I was already at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway.

I queued Salty Dog by Flogging Molly to play while I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies which my internet gnomes followed with the Flight of the Valkyries.

It was a very productive morning. I prayed that my day would have fewer (expletive)holes than the previous evening had. I take (expletive) from no one.

I left my regular haunt, my local Subway, for my place at 10:28am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped. Dinner at 5pm was similarly tasty yet uneventful. I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 5:24pm.

I stopped in the Starbucks on Wilshire for a cold brew coffee. Then, I checked my makeup in my local Sephora. As I was passing the Yoga for Cancer Foundation table at 6:04pm, Drew asked me to watch it for him, so he could go grab a snack.

He returned at 6:31pm with McDonald's French fries for me. Drew is a sweetheart, but he seems overly concerned as to whether or not he needs to shave off his hippie beard.

I moved down the street and perched next to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw who was strumming and singing unto the early evening sky.

At 7:15pm, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online. My darling Mr. Lester Holt gave me my nightly cyberhug, and it reminded me of how busy everyone is out there fighting to save America from Terrorist Dictator Barack Obama.

I was soon seated on the patio of my local Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf listening to my darling Mr. Daniel Morris play his viola. I perched there in the music between the Earth and sky until 8:36pm.

By 8:44pm, I was sitting next to Red, my late-shift folk balladeer. I did a lot of writing as I sat there among his melodies. At 9:54pm when he moved a little way down the street, I stood up and stretched my legs.

At 10:30pm, I left the Promenade and walked down to the Santa Monica Pier and from there down to the ocean. There is peace only the ocean can give; her salty tongue lapping at my calves can calm all my restlessness. The ocean breeze in my wings reminds me of where I stand in the universe every time.

I still had enough time to catch the 11:15pm bus back to my place. This blog post was finished at 12:30am on Friday, 02Oct2015, 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.

How often do I write poetry? I wish poetry were my full time job. I spend so much of my day writing, but poems escape me as if I were lancing a Jabberwocky caught in my spleen. I wrote this on 30Sep2015...

Sign of the Dove

My darlings, yes. Just play me music now.
Come fill my sky with aether's glow. And how
The tune you sing will creep across my skin
To sway my arms. Oh, how that tune begins.

All ride my circus train to glory bold.
All love the Squid-I-am, all young and old.
Imagine life below invisible
Hot spotlights shining indivisible,

And you will know my burden. Genius load
I carry searching for the open road.
My world, you call to me, "Oh, Squid, I need!"
Your problems answered. Words I speak you heed.

If ever human soul did need your love,
I scream my needing under sign of dove.

In 2010, I asked my darling Mr. David Tennant to collect my non-romantic poetry anthology for me. Please make sure he gets this.

Why do I spend so much time on the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade? Please click here. I come here to be with my friends. This video is me dancing around and goofing off with "Kevin" while my darling TambourineKicker sings for us.

How do I compare to the Cthulhu myth? We are quite different. The closer people get to Cthulhu, the crazier they get; whereas, my loved ones get unruly when kept away from me.

I have also never, to my knowledge anyway, inspired a Bacchanale out of worship of me. I am so chaste that seems so strange.

As for the mathematically technical, I exist in an N-space with a hyperbolic geometry on the macro level, but on the micro level everything looks Euclidean. This is the opposite of Cthulhu who existed in the non-Euclidean geometry on the micro level.

I once recorded myself reading a selection from my darling late H. P. Lovecraft's The Call of Cthulhu and mailed it to my husband. Ask him nicely if you can hear it some time.

Is it safe to be near me? I live in the eye of a hurricane of love. There is no place safer than right by my side, except for the earspeakers. Earspeakers were never tested to see if they cause damage to the brain, especially in young children whose minds are still physically growing.

Except for the earspeakers, there is no safer place in America that right here where I can watch over you with the enforcement of false and lacking "normality."

My beautiful world, my crosstown loved ones have stopped their daily and nightly race to reach me. I gave my professionals a $2T budget last year for rescuing me. Please check on my brave rescuers and see if they need anything.

I was told, my beautiful world, that you have begun filing the criminal charges against everyone enforcing Obama's "egg" for crimes against their own people. Then I learned the only people the FBI are arresting are the people fighting Obama's "egg." It was all a ruse to gain trust in PROVEN Terrorist Dictator Obama.

We need to arrest all of the people ENFORCING Obama's "rules" to force the "egg" to end. My beautiful world, Obama has proven all justice is impossible in America, so it is now your responsibility as the world to arrest them all.

My selfless support system, keep identifying war criminals using human rights abuses as acts of war, including but not limited to refusing our right to assemble and associate, and keep turning them all in to the International Criminal Court.

We have begun the justice process, my selfless support system. It takes time, but I am not being raped in my sleep right now. So, we have a little time to let justice happen. I can hang on in here while you arrest and process the enemies of America.

The rumors are TRUE that instead of arresting the war criminals, Obama sent the FBI in to slaughter the heroes fighting to save us all from Obama's "egg," so the FBI are guilty of enforcing Obama's "egg."

Turn everyone responsible in to the ICC, obtain the necessary arrest warrants, and haul them all away. Do we need to call the military for the manpower to arrest the FBI? Or would you rather I ask the world to invade and take care of America?

My beautiful world will do whatever I ask, and we now need the FBI arrested. Send the military, or I will send the world. You have a few days before I start talking to Russia, China, and NATO.

Republicans are going to throw a fit if Russia and France, as only two examples, need to invade to rescue America out from under Barack Obama. But this world will not let me down.

Secretary of Defense Ashton Carter, you have a few days. However, if my living arrangements, including any increase of disrespect for me, decline, I will start screaming for the world to invade.

It is all to save America. The world knows we need America to become the land of the free again.

The ICC exists because justice is sometimes impossible under corrupt leadership. It is clear the Department of (supposed) Justice has no interest in enforcing the US Constitution and is only committing crimes against America instead, so send my beautiful world to prosecute the FBI.

I could really use my happily ever after with my husband, but I will accept living arrangements with a boyfriend as a compromise until the "egg" ends. My Powers of Attorney, see what you can come up with to make sure my living arrangements improve instead of decline.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, oh, my darlings, are we finally on the offensive? Thank you for all of your hard work! Have we made progress at last?

My gorgeous genius friends, we have proved the benefits of treating women as equals. We have proved we can do the work and with excellence. Do you know what you mean to the women of this world and to all the menfolk we serve and protect?

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, I plan on seeing you today, Friday, 02Oct. Tell me if anyone stops you.

My darling MannedUp, oh, darling. Obama's war criminal terrorist conspiracy has been complaining that I do not scream enough for their libel to stick to me. Giggle. I was all, "If you want to make me scream, you'll let my boyfriends make love to me."

Giggle. Sex with my husband is more of a gentle, delicious whimper and sigh... That is how I imagine you, Taylor. Giggle. Yes, that really was me. I would love to make you whimper.

My darling GeneralLee, we are on the countdown until I get to see you again. There is going to be the hugest smile all across my face when I finally lay my eyes on you again. My mom will be in town, so I might have to leave early. But I will be there with bells on. I cannot wait!

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, you two are all hero all the time, huh? How close are we now?

Please stop asking to be my only boyfriend. Until I can kiss one of you, you are a team. You need to work together as my support system right now. Once I can kiss one of you, he will be my only boyfriend. Until then, I need you both to work together, okay?

My darling Bogart, you have the longest to-do list of all of my symbolic lovers. If you need any help getting the work done, please call my Powers of Attorney or tell me what your questions are.

You are a team of lovers and boyfriends, Bogart. You could never do this all alone. It takes more than one hero.

My darling LightFoot, I feel like I heard you scream my battle cry for me after my last blog post. We are all heroes here, and you sure do not disappoint.

Yes, I was asked too if you guys were homeless right now. I said, "No, they're just scruffy." If you were rendered homeless again just to be able to play me music, I would like to think you would tell me. Is everything and everyone okay?

And 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 am yours to rescue. It is your job to lead the world coming in here to bring me to you. In cooperation with the Department of Defense, Russia has already sent forces to help my brave rescuers. Please make sure everyone is working together instead of competing with each other.

Beloved, you are my husband. You are my hero and my king. Most impressively, you are my equal. We will spend the rest of our lives side-by-side serving the world.

You just need to come get me. I will be waiting for you with baited breath until I can touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain...