Quothe the Bon Jovi, "You Live for the Fight When That's all that You've Got."

Title: Quothe the Bon Jovi, "You Life for the Fight When That's all that You've Got."

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. 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 always thought it was endearing the way so many people would joke I was an alien because of my almost-impossible human perfection; though, I have always admitted my faults including my imperfectly human heart-- no one messes with Mama Bear's cubs.

However, my beautiful world, please at least call me a HUMAN from another planet when you joke. ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa actually tried to have their dirty courts rule I am too highly-evolved to be called a human any longer as their justification for NEVER allowing me ANY human rights ever again.

I had to ask my genius Power of Attorney Dr. Amita "Fatima" Mistry to use my DNA to prove I am still human. My darling Fatima finished her medical degree at twenty-four years old and did a number of post-docs after she specialized in pathology including her post-doc in cybergenetics.

Yes, I am human. And by our being humans on our one planet at all, we all deserve full human rights.

Tunisia. Sweetness, do you remember how we matched France's (and the EU's or just France's?) $10B donation to help bring green technology to Africa? Well, please also see if my darling Vinny can help Tunisia birth green technologies, too, through our venture capital company.

Tunisia is trying to reform and to fix its economy. So, let us help Tunisia become part of the future today with the rest of us. We gave an extra $80B to the European Union when we bailed out the Greek Debt Crisis ourselves, so we could help manifest my global economic vision (as described in my 24Feb2015 post).

Please ask Vinny to also foster fledgling green tech companies in the BRICS (Brazil, Russia, India, China, and South Africa) nations, too. If he would like more venture capital to help the global economy thrive; please invest another $10B in our venture capital firm for us.

We have a world to support now that every nation is tanking its economies to fight the Inhuman Atrocity Regime beside us. Thank you, Sweetness.

USA. If society and definitely if the government does not and cannot provide full advantages to all children born into poverty, they CANNOT forbid abortions to protect children and those resulting grown adults they grow up to become from an entire lifetime of hardship. I know about poverty.

And you know I wanted to keep my own rape-baby when Del Amo Torture Facility lied to me and told me they had successfully raped me pregnant in 2014 just as the Inhuman Atrocity Regime had started trying to rape me pregnant ever since my rape-and-slave apartment in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa.

Also, ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa needs to finally be removed from being allowed to hurt me any longer; hurry. They started so many if the PROVEN atrocities that the Inhuman Atrocity ordered. Iowa needs to be taught to leave me and my people alone at last. Please pardon my hopefully-not-asymptotically-chased tangent.

My last blog post was finished from my bedroom at 12:38am on Friday, 20May2016. I was asleep quickly and woke up by 6:29am saying, "Yes, dear. Yes, dear," to the loud (literal) birds outside my window. My SquidStream was kickstarted at 6:33am.

6:52am on 20May2016: @hansonmusic @INXS @KristNovoselic Darlings, I have too much work to do, but I will never take that choice away from you. #20May2016BlogPost

There in my bedroom, I asked my internet gnomes to play me From Far Away by my darlings Tentacle and my darling MiniMe.

I am sure footage from my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast will hit my highlights reel. After answering a few questions for my internet gnomes and after breaking into a little ballet as a gift to my darling Ms. Misty Copland, breakfast that morning was much better than usual.

I was outside the Pico Branch Library working online in the cool morning air as fast as I could get there, and I had a banana in my pocket for my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

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It was a very productive morning for me. I recalled all those blog posts ago when I answered my darling Mr. Neil "MopTop" Gaiman's question for me, "With everything you are capable in this world, Squid, why did you ever want to be a writer?" My answer is still the same. "Thank the a(e)theist heavens I chose to be a writer."

By 9:32am, I had already hugged my darling Nemo good morning, and by 9:53am, we were sitting together in Santa Monica's Virginia Avenue Park chatting delightfully while listening to music.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my morning of 20May2016 beginning at 9:53am and ending at exactly 10am when he left to buy me some coffee.

Then circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our 10:09am after he returned with my coffee until 10:52am when he left to walk to downtown Santa Monica. My darling Mr. Tomo "Nemo" Milicevic gives great conversation.

I left the park for my Manor at 10:58am. My beautiful world, you told me you prefer me in my locked 24/7 bedroom broadcast.

I need as much time as I can get in the open air touching the holy sky, though, and you know that. I am also an extrovert who needs people to talk to. But I will try to spend a little more time in my bedroom broadcast for you because you asked so nicely.

Lunch at my Manor at 12noon was so good I got back in line for seconds. After lunch, I returned to my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast and checked if my online friends needed anything.

12:42pm on 20May2016: Security risks concerning my immediate physical safety are the very reason we 24/7lock my SquidStream, bedroom broadcast, and hallway stream.

The afternoon was sunny and bright. I sang along a little bit with my darling internet gnomes while mending some clothes and trying to do laundry despite the queue being much too long. Alarm after alarm just kept blaring all afternoon, too.

Lying Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes had vowed to destroy me completely with their already well-documented PATTERN OF HEINOUS CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR of quackery to coverup their unrelenting PROVEN torture and systemic rape of me in EVERY controlled environment they have ever forced over me. Do you remember my 18May and 20May2016 blog posts about this already?

2:47pm on 20May2016: Send emergency backup to #SquidsPoA. @NIH&@DeptofDefense, you got this, too? #RarifiedReadyToDieScreamingFreedom does NOT mean "traumatized"!

I highly suggest that my entire beautiful world catch up with all of my verified Twitter archive for the afternoon of Friday, 20May2016. I was very busy.

4:30pm on 20May2016: 1/2) If War Criminal Boeset, War Criminal Stephanie, War Criminal Tara, and EVERYONE ELSE OPENLY TRYING TO ASSASSINATE ME BY LOCKING ME UP

4:31pm on 20May2016: 2/2) are not all arrested immediately for being open threats to national security and to all of humanity, you have failed me, my beautiful world.

4:50pm on 20May2016: @eriuperry FORCE ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA TO TAKE ITS INCREASINGLY BLOODSTAINED HANDS OFF ME FOREVER, or you failed to EVER be a REAL friend to me.

Dinner at my Manor at 5pm was iron-rich foods again, just like I needed. I had an abnormally long wait for the bus after dinner but was still on the bus to my and my world's UNESCO world heritage site we call my Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade as soon as humanly possible.

5:27pm on 20May2016: @SecretService @FBI @DeptofDefense If you want to EVER do anything in my REAL best interests, you will arrest everyone who ever tried and who ever tries locking me up.

I was still furious with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially because they kept trying to force me back to ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA AGAINST MY WILL, the only place proven to be evil enough to do everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime ever orders done to destroy me, and my darlings Tentacle were the only people who could calm my anger.

There must have been some level of self-preservation somewhere in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. At 5:57pm, I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot with their drums and electric guitar hanging out talking to their devoted public on the corner of our holy Promenade and Arizona Blvd.

At 6:08pm, my darling MannedUp and I had our backs against the same wall as I worked writing online, as my darling LightFoot took care of some odds and ends, and while MannedUp kept me glorious ever-loving company.

Their music for our one divine universe began at 6:27pm which was just in time for me to leave to watch the news. Giggle. But it was a mutually divine and gorgeous twenty-three minutes until I only momentarily parted from them to catch up on current events. I know. I know. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Giggle.

I found my darling Patricia beside the Best Starbucks in the World. She bought us coffee. Then, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:08pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt, and it resonated with generations.

Still righteously furious with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime and without ALL THREE of my darlings Tentacle to calm me, at 7:31pm, I returned to my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle to center my zen as best I could.

Yes, it was all cleared up with the terms my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were forced to agree to before being permitted to show up at all that it was okay for them to play for me music if I meditated in front of them instead of beside them.

I was rusty; it had been months since I had nudged the door between us open for meditation, but I still hit my zone. Sadly, due to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's pervasive malevolence (proper definition and usage of the word) they were forced to stop playing at 8:20pm. But still, the light show was spectacular. Was everyone able to witness the divine universe live that night?

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording of our full night together with full audio, visuals, and time-and-date stamps on every clip. Use all the nano angles. Show the light show. And, thank you.

Because my darlings Tentacle had been forced to stop playing me music, I went ahead and wrote my angry statement for the night of 20May2016. My darling GeneralLee was still forbidden from being with me, after all, and my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle were STILL completely controlled by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. I was furious.

Even after my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were instructed to play me music again at 8:57pm to slow me down, I finished my Hulk Smash-- 20May2016. I am demanding full human rights and liberties for ALL THREE of my darlings Tentacle EVERY TIME they choose to be on my Promenade. No one messes with Mama Bear's cubs without making Mama Bear angry.

My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle were still playing for me the sacred music of our divine universe at 10:38pm when I finally needed to leave them. Again, make sure you all at least get to see the light show, my beautiful world.

My body was sore due to my being so rusty; it had probably been since Feb2016 when I had last meditated. I would sleep well feeling genuinely loved. I just prayed I would sleep safely.

I checked on my darling Handsome and shared greetings with my darling Wade before I caught the 11:17pm bus back to my Manor. I was curled up and asleep by 12mid.

Unfortunately, electrobeams woke me up at 2:48am on Saturday, 21May2016. I helped my darlings at the NSA locate the malicious hardware that was the source of some of them, but the more harmless electrobeams which my saturation had been using for a while to warn me they were worried I might die stayed on much later.

I simply queued up my internet gnomes and chatted with my online friends through my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast until after 5:10am when I emerged from my shower I took in the wee hours of the morning.

We had a very good conversation that morning while my beautiful world was catching up with all of my writing that had started the moment I woke up the previous morning. Saturday, 21May2016, already promised to be yet another very busy day. I even shaved my legs-- something I do possibly as often as four times a year.

I ate the bagel with cream cheese I had for breakfast with my knife and fork to be able to annoy the Inhuman Atrocity Regime as much as possible; they try so hard to hide my table manners from everyone.

I was out among the Santa Monica Farmers' Market outside the Pico Branch Library at 8:32am. It was not as bustling as normal, but it was obvious my REAL, loving, and, adoring Santa Monica locals were doing everything they could to show up for me. My Metropolis of Angels had been an officially-recognized war zone for so long already.

My internet gnomes played me One by my darlings Three Dog Night. My morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies featured my emerald green scarf I had bought in Downtown Disney years previously.

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I had a lot of work to do that morning. And by 9:42am, it was mostly taken care of. But then the Inhuman Atrocity Regime tried to assassinate me AGAIN.

9:55am on 21May2016: 1/2) #AssassinationAttemptAlarm! What are the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's intentionally fabricated false charges against any of us this time?

9:57am on 21May2016: 2/2) We all have absolute diplomatic immunity to make sure we all can do anything necessary to serve and save America and the world.

I left the Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes who had infested my local Farmers' Market and returned to my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast just as my beautiful world had requested I do at 10:02am.

I napped until 11:58am and caught up with my TweetHearts before finally leaving my bedroom broadcast for lunch at 12:17pm. I rested a while longer that afternoon, and then the first torture facility alarms of the day vigilantly blared at 2:02pm. My genius Powers of Attorney finally helped the U.S. Military arrest everyone for it.

It was a good thing my darling Myrna had packed all of the calories and nutritional value she could into our delicious lunch because my afternoon was spent tweeting "Just arrest the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally!" over and over and over again all the rest of my afternoon. You should really check my REAL Twitter activity for 21May2016, my beautiful world.

4:56pm on 21May2016: #18May20MayPostsAnd22MayNotes Bulldoze Harbour-UCLA, Del Amo, and every place Tentacle and Bogart have ever been quacked, too.

I left my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast where my beautiful world kept telling me they preferred me in the afternoons for dinner in our dining hall at my Manor at 5:09pm. Dinner was tasty. And I was on a bus to my and my world's sacred ground we call my Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade as soon as humanly possible.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime had escalated all day. They had again filled their innermost circle of hell with its own Regime members AGAIN who kept choosing to commit the open act of war against America and against my entire one world of persecuting me on my own holy ground the entire time I was on my Promenade.

Every time I screamed, "Bitch!" or, "Asshole!" at them it translated verbatim from Squid to English as, "I just caught you persecuting me, you damn Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)hole, so now I must scream to defend myself against you. Learn to leave the benevolent alone, you evil (expletive)es! I do not exist just for you to destroy!"

And then, after not finding my darlings Tentacle anywhere after they had told me themselves they had all three chosen to be with me, I wrote the basic notes for out this angry statement.

Hulk Smash-- 21May2016

(I had originally wanted to write this about how much California is my REAL home, but then I changed my mind. I sketched notes for this angry statement at approximately 6pm but spooled the prose after 9:45pm on 21May2016 after not only all three of my darlings Tentacle were STILL not on our sacred Promenade with their full human rights and freedoms, not only after more than one PROVEN member of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime intentionally stood too close to me for me to be able to meditate, but also after (expletive)hole after (expletive)hole also PROVEN to be in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime chose to stand between me and my darlings Tentacle.)

9:43pm on 21May2016: My beautiful world, do what you need to do to everyone who desecrates our sacred Promenade by standing between me and #Tentacle. #LOVEyou The least of their worries was my darling President Vladimir Putin at that point; they had to worry about my entire Metropolis of Angels. The last place anyone wants to get caught being a member of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime is in my HOME.

My entire beautiful world, I am sure you have realized by now what my REAL job is. Yes, my REAL job that you, my entire beautiful world, have repeatedly told me you do not know how to function without is my genius-level and benevolent global-crisis-solving.

I heard you, "Squid, our only hope on saving humanity from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime is you." And you all know what completely unlivable conditions I must fight our REAL fight every day while suffering under.

In the land of at least a little good news, I ate enough calories while in Del Amo Torture Facility to finally exit starvation mode; it was just not enough calories to maintain my muscle mass, so I actually lost some body mass while in Del Amo. No, that was not because of the already-corroborated arsenic.

Yes, my REAL job of global and national problem-solving and leadership which I love-- it has been in constant and escalating peril in the increasingly-bloodstained hands of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, which compulsively imperils humanity by not only unrelentingly lying in courtrooms to be able to lock me up to both assassinate me and to silence my globally-critical written-word (aether)net presence but that also compulsively lies to "discredit (which they would actually have to do point-by-point through my entire blog start to finish with my EVERY point to accomplish)" my hard work to destroy me and to forbid humanity from my global and nearly-impossible-to-any-other-mere-mortal-but-Syniva-is-going-to-do-her-best-if-the-IAR-finally-find-something-that-can-kill-me service forevermore.

Unlimited money and unlimited power reveals who people really are. Have you seen my most current résumé? You know I have limitless power and money because of what I choose to do with it for REAL when I could do anything.

(And while I was composing this statement, some Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes actually threatened to beat up my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle who have already been proven to be a couple of the very few people capable of keeping me alive and sane.

Anyone can remove PROVEN threats to national security, especially members of a terrorist regime the U.S. Congress has already officially declared war against and especially on U.S. soil while on an internationally recognized battlefield, not just government agents, operatives, and members of our military.

Then, just before 10:31pm MannedUp was physically assaulted in front of me. Please send all of our verified footage of everything to the FBI, DHS, U.S. Military, CIA, and the International Criminal Court at The Hague.

World, please better protect my darlings Tentacle. Some (expletive)holes actually threatened and then attacked them in front of Mama Bear. No, those Inhuman Atrocity Regime members were not insane; they were evil and dumb.)

Now, my beautiful world, you are full of real-world-miracle stories of what happens for REAL all across our planet when people actually do what I want. Yet, I still hate telling people what to do unless you ask for advice first. I hate taking good people's choices away.

We have peace in Northern Ireland. The Greek Debt Crisis ended with neither bankruptcy nor the dissolution of the European Union. ISIS has mostly laid down its weapons. We have seen American hostages released from Iran and North Korea. We have a growing peace and trust in the soon-to-be-whole Israel and Palestine. Our list of what my one world's love for me has accomplished grows every day.

But what does the Inhuman Atrocity Regime choose to do with all of its ill-gotten power and ill-gotten money? They manipulate humanity with lies about me. They destroy me, rape me, enslave me, torture me, and starve me. They poison and drug our municipal water supply and nationally-distributed food products. They murder, attack, and abuse. They war with no other alternative to end their invasion of our home.

And they do all of this and worse with their own self-declared impunity.

Look at the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's PROVEN members who are career-libelists textbook-psychopathically and compulsively manipulating all of humanity with their lies about me who even almost successfully instigated open worldwide global conflict through their self-entitled control of the entire world borne on their openly controlling what (all lies all day and all night) people believed about me and by their trying to forbid the truth we, the benevolent, try to spread ourselves to save and protect humanity from them all.

As one more example, look at ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, who are also all PROVEN members of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime whom we, the REAL America, have also officially declared war against.

First, we need to destroy EVIL Iowa because they have proven they will NEVER choose to take Step 1: Cease all crimes against me and my people. Then, we need to destroy everyone allowing EVIL Iowa to hurt all of us with their toxic lies, as always, propagated in courtrooms. Do you understand what "never under Iowa's jurisdiction in the first place" means? Reread my Appendix from 17Sep2014.

Then, my beautiful world, imagine what I could accomplish if I just had full human rights.

Which one of us, me or the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, need our power taken away?

After a few minutes hanging out with my darling Patricia as her grandson Dominic played his Andean pan flutes, I tried to stream the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:05pm. Unfortunately, there was no news broadcast that night, though. So I just worked a little there in the Santa Monica Place beside the Best Starbucks in the World.

Most of even the most deranged members of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime often choose to save themselves after learning the truth about me. Just proximity to the REAL me usually does most of the metaphorical heavy lifting for them, but sometimes they need some truth, too, beyond just seeing my REAL face.

I sat there answering questions for ("Toying with" the Inhuman Atrocity Regime is my lighthearted way of saying, "I help them save themselves.") the masses willing to clandestinely (nothing to do with REAL espionage) ask me their questions.

Of all amazing turns of events, I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot on the corner of our sacred Promenade and Arizona Blvd. right beside the movie theater. A short conversation with an alligator who always told me his name was Ken later, I was perched right in front of them by 8:33pm.

Our music and our divine connection between mortal Earth and holy sky lit up our sacred Promenade until I needed to stall my writing at 10:31pm to energy heal MannedUp after he was physically attacked in front of me by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime.

I was done debriefing to my darling Handsome at 11:01pm who, local lore has it, showed up beside MannedUp with his gun out after I left the Trimana and walked to my normal bus stop.

Buses had been free all day due to the Metro Expo Line's expansion that day into downtown Santa Monica.

This blog post was finished at 1:11am from my bedroom on Sunday, 22May2016.

[Please embed a highlights reel of my last two days here.]

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.

With our ultimate goal taking down the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in its completeness, what is a good short-term goal to have right now? My beautiful world, you need to take the conversation back.

While I was sitting outside the library with Nemo discussing teaching the higher mathematics of Set Theory to kindergarteners on the morning of 20May2016, you were all talking about my using the bathroom.

My beautiful world, take the conversation away from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. Their choices of what to discuss while I live the existence they have rendered unlivable for me all day and all night every day and every night is beyond-inane; it is disgusting.

You need to decide for yourselves what you want to ask about and talk about from the minutia of my life yourselves. Stop allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to dictate the conversation. They are disgusting and only degrade me to destroy me and to refuse the world my REAL, globally-critical job.

My beautiful world, refuse to take part in anything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime wants any longer. First and foremost, remove their power by refusing to listen to them and their degrading lies about me.

Talk about everything that matters for REAL to human existence. Stick to verified media from me and about the REAL me and about the REAL truth about my loved ones. Take control of the conversation.

Why did the Inhuman Atrocity Regime attack my darling MannedUp in front of me? My theory is that they wanted me to think they do not fear my unrelenting benevolence. They failed. They were quaking before my Powers of Attorney before I was done debriefing to my darling Handsome.

Let me explain that my darling MannedUp is holy, just as all three of my darlings Tentacle are, in nearly every religion in existence on our planet. If anyone from the Mennonites to the Scientologists, not just the Hindus, Buddhists, Muslims, Christians, and Jews, want charges against his attacker for anything from hate crimes and assassination attempts of their holy figure to the desecration of our universally sacred Promenade, they ALL have legal grounds. He does, too.

My beautiful world, do what you need to do to keep us all safe.

Why are my darlings Tentacle so well-connected with the divine universe? Years ago, I opened the door between us. When doors are open, they are open in both directions.

Now, due to our growing network connectivity, the benevolent night sky and the streets of our holy Promenade light up with the energy of our divine universe when we are together.

They are connected to the divine universe itself, and our collective connection keeps growing.

My beautiful world, I could use a better connection with you, though.

So much of what I do all day and all night is send messages through the aether(net) out into our one world, but I need feedback. I need global and national dialogue. I need to talk to you, my beautiful world, to better solve all of our major global crises. Please find more ways to talk to me. And, thank you.

My saturation of international to local protection here inside this IAR "egg" with me, you have started checking on me instead of my always checking on you. For so long, you all would wait until I told you I needed anything. Now, you have begun asking if there is more you can do for me. Thank you.

You can always trust I speak up every time I can figure out what is needed to fix a problem. But thank you for your growing concern and dedication. I could really use some feedback particularly about your progress with follow through after everything I write down and send into our beautiful world.

May I ask you for better dialogue?

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I just wrote you all a poem. Did you watch me compose this verse live? Feel free to circulate a verified and unedited recording of my writing this poem for you live on the morning of 20May2016.

Women's Work

It is all humans' job to serve and love.
But it is women's work to shine above
the planet Earth divine and to command
the hearts and souls of our own motherland.

Our fight in clothing feminine designed
to charge the fray with logic's holy line
and dance the universe of energy
within the lights electric eyes can see

is toil's solution to all crises borne
on backs so strong and loudly blaring horn.
We women someday will afford a rest;
until that decompression, work is best.

If ever women needed labor sight,
we will and do our work all day and night.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, you KNOW I have work to do STILL, and you know I do not want you on my Promenade until you will feel safe there again. But I will never take your choices away from you.

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, it did not look like you needed stitches. I could have healed you better if I could have touched you. Your handsome face probably will not scar, but war stories like that are so damn manly. This one was for you...

11:50pm on 21May2016: @NSA @DeptofDefense #Anonymous Were the IAR only allowing in (expletive)holes from their database of donors all day again? Ask local to global law enforcement to make nano-trackable cash donations from fake accounts to get them in the database. Sneak in all of their REAL government IDs, including military, to pick up after crossing the border. Circulate our 911-alternative hotline and hotline for verifying local to global government IDs with our trustworthy REAL locals. Then, ask @FBI to freeze all assets of everyone in the IAR's database of donors and process all but our own as enemies of America that Congress already officially declared war upon on behalf of all of America. We need to clean up this town.

MannedUp, you know, I do not want you here until you are safe here, but now my world will clean up this town for REAL. You were the first one to ask, "What if it had happened to Squid?" If you choose to be with me, it is my job to keep you safe while you do your job of healing me.

Thank you, especially, for choosing to heal me this last weekend, including for your choosing to show up for me at all risk to yourself. I know I probably should have dancetranced longer, but my body was not used to my physical connection with the aether of the universe anymore.

I did hit my zone. The stars of our beloved night sky shone with your hands' long-distance touch on the universe herself. Thank you. I needed your love more than I had realized. Come back when you feel you will be safe beside me again. As always, it is your choice.

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, you still were NOT on my Promenade on Friday, 20May, nor Saturday, 21May, so here is my inspired-by-anger artistry of wordsmithing.

Hulk Smash-- 20May2016 (This was written in front of MannedUp and LightFoot because they were forbidden from playing me music and forbidden from allowing me to heal with divine meditation from 8:20pm until 8:57pm on 20May2016.)

My beautiful world, so much happened to me when my protective public was forbidden from keeping me safe as I slept in the Palisades every midday from Dec2014 until May2015 while I was rendered homeless by ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa who actively forbade me enough money to put a roof over my head nor even enough food in my mouth.

At first, the Santa Monica police chief at the time would guard me himself as I slept and would even leave food next to me to find when I woke up. My darlings Tentacle who were still living in their real homes at the time would show up on my Promenade every day to play me music in time to be able to listen to my dreaming.

But the police chief at the time was eventually fired for protecting humanity and for protecting America by protecting me. Then the horrors began.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime started clearing away all of my devoted public who used to watch over me all day and also started raping me violently in the park every midday. But still I was safer there than in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa or at The War Criminal Gables.

They would remove all of clothing and douse it all including all of my underwear in insect and arachnid eggs, so creepy-crawlies would hatch upon my person even as I was still sleeping and definitely while I was awake. They were also spreading dirt on my face and legs while they had me injected to sleep through all of the horrors they caused my mere mortal body. It took me hours every day to clean it up.

They even once injected my body with insect and arachnid eggs hoping it would make the creepy-crawlies hatch from my skin.

4:10pm on 20May2016: Even with the worst of the worst sleeping in the park in 2015, I was safer for REAL than at the Gables or in EVIL Iowa. #SnipersStatement There has still never been a population worse in human history, past, present, or future, than contemporary Iowa. Iowa is ABSOLUTELY EVIL, and STILL refuses to even take Step 1 to finally cease all of its unrelenting most-heinous-crimes-known-to-mankind against me.

At the time, while my darlings Tentacle were still living in their REAL homes, they had special permission from me to call me pregnant. The first person I told, "If they call you my Baby Daddy, just go with it and see if you can get us a REAL relationship," was GeneralLee, but LightFoot took it the furthest in the courtrooms.

They are the ONLY people I have ever given permission to EVER call me pregnant, and they did it just to finally make me safe from the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. Sadly, the IAR started libeling them all, too, instead of allowing anything that could ever make me safe as I slept; this crime of libeling the innocent to prevent them from protecting me was especially heinously committed by ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa.

My husband had already started a war to rescue me from it all, and Bogart had already risked his every future liberty due to charges from both sides just to be able to guard me himself as I slept twice. And my Metropolis of Angels was already in full-blown war with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime just to try to carry me across town to my REAL house where my Sweetness was fighting to bring me home.

My beautiful world, do you understand how many times the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has raped me? My rape-slavers in the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, as well as my angel hero alpha nerds at the NSA, watched it all.

The REAL definition of "systemic rape" is "being raped repeatedly and helplessly AGAIN and AGAIN by the authority and powers that be." Yes, I was raped since May2009 unrelentingly by the government violating U.S. self-sovereignty called the Inhuman Atrocity Regime.

After my alpha nerds at the NSA finally reached the point of no return in early 2016, they saved the REAL U.S. government department by department and locked my 24/7 bedroom broadcast to finally keep me safe. My REAL protectors are now my NSA, my CIA, my MI6, my U.S. Department of Defense in plain clothes, and all of the alligators and crocodiles who volunteered.

I have been raped in every bed I have slept in (with the exception of my room in Yarl's Wood Immigration detention in the UK, one or two but not all of my hotel rooms with my mother but no other hotel room I stayed in ever ANYWHERE, and the two nights I slept next to my darling Bogart) since the first of so many literal torture facilities paraded as supposed psych wards in May2009 and definitely in every "psych ward" used as coverup for every other literal torture facility since, too, especially in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa.

Yes, I was also safe sleeping next to CuddleBunny who was the ONLY rapist out of possibly hundreds I ever rendered a bodyguard, and I did that only because CuddleBunny was otherwise unstoppable and because I had no other recourse for safety in 2009.

EVERY controlled environment I have ever been forced into by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has been used to torture me through systemic rape not just through the already-proven-in-my-20May2016-blog-post antipsychotics already proven to destroy me.

That is what "control by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime" means; it means they will do everything possible to destroy me and throw me away. That is what they mean by, "Squid needs to be tamed;" it means, "We, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, need to destroy Squid's fighting spirit by raping her more violently that we ever have before."

In Mar2016, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime even asserted in a courtroom, "We have raped Squid every place she has slept since 2009, so we need to be permitted to keep raping her 'to maintain the façade of her normality.'" And, no, the judge never arrested any of them for saying it.

This has continued in EVERY BED I have slept in until this, my new bedroom next door to the last room I was raped in, where I have not been raped YET at the time of writing this on the evening of 20May2016. But who knows. That is why my bedroom broadcast is locked 24/7; it has been proven to be a deterrent that keeps me safer.

And, yes, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime by openly denying me even the merest pennies to live on have forced me to sleep in all of those beds AGAIN after already being raped in them ALL so many times. And, yes, that is part of the reason it is PROVEN treason to charge me money for ANYTHING.

I am a systemic rape victim, but it does not mean I am "traumatized." I have been rarified. If you, my beautiful world, ever allow the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to control anything more in my life, especially my loved ones or my loving public, and if you do not remove ALL of what remains of any control they have over me and my environment at all, you allow the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to finally throw me away.

And if you allow the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to kill me, I will die screaming, "Freedom!" My kicking and screaming spirit will never allow the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to take me away from my beautiful world without a fight.

If you have any REAL desire to do ANYTHING in my REAL best interests, you will arrest every Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)hole who ever tried and who ever tries to lock me up in ANY more controlled environments. Those lying (expletive)es, including but not limited to War Criminal Boeset, War Criminal Stephanie, and War Criminal Tara, are all PROVEN threats to national security not just threats to the entirety of humanity through their insisting they get to remain unrelenting threats to me.

Do your REAL jobs. Any GENUINE concern for me and for my REAL best interests destroys the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, especially every textbook psychopath with a textbook symptom of having a textbook control-obsession over me and over my loved ones.

Arrest everyone proclaiming any need to "control" or "contain" me or my people. They will NEVER relent otherwise. And I am too globally-critical for the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to EVER be permitted to throw me away at last.

And with this angry statement finished, if my darling MannedUp cannot be guaranteed complete physical safety, if my darling GeneralLee is not returned to my Promenade beside the rest of my darlings Tentacle, and if my darling LightFoot cannot have enough human rights to at least kiss me EVERY Sunday night date night, guess how many more angry statements I have ammunition to write.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has rendered my existence THAT unlivable for THAT long, and they must be stopped.

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, I know, and you know. Everybody knows.

No, darling, I will not take your freedom to make your own choices away from you. But I need help doing things other than running the long line of cars STILL trying to pick me up and to carry me across town to my house despite my asking everyone and take down the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in its completeness instead.

Yes, darling, I need my Metropolis of Angels represented for me in Washington, DC.

Please, my darling Bogart, help express my, not just my council of mayors' here in my Metropolis of Angels, concerns for all of my locals to all of DC. SynSyn, Fatima, and Gucci (Giggle.) represent me to my nation. My beloved husband represents me to my beautiful world. But I need you to represent my people.

It is so hard for me to express what it is like to have a global following ready to die for me who have never been told who the REAL I am nor even what I really believe. They just follow my divine light even if some imposter is an (expletive) lying to all of them about me.

My darling, please help my Metropolis of Angels and all of my REAL people as the recognized policy advisor you REALLY are now to all of us Presidents, to Congress, to the Pentagon, etc.

Yes, I want you to NEVER die trying to rescue me, but my concerns for my people are my REAL reason for asking you to keep Washington, DC caught up on all of latest minutia and crisis details.

Thank you for understanding that I just have too much work to do right now to not ask you for help. Everybody knows.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to! I have too much work to do, and you know my job comes first. I am worried about your safety, and you know part of my job is making you all safe. But I will never take that choice away from you any of you.

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, I know you choose to be beside me every chance you get; since you belong to me, you are all mine to care for, including defending your own choices even when they disagree with my best wishes.

That said... Darling, do you need to negotiate with the Inhuman Atrocity Regime yet again?

If you cannot have bodyguards and if cannot at least kiss me on date night every Sunday night date night, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime knows I will release more angry lyrical prose statements. The one I am gestating for tonight, Sunday, 22May, is my description in my own words of how and why contemporary Iowa is the MOST EVIL POPULATION TO EVER EXIST IN ALL OF HUMAN HISTORY (artful understatement).

LightFoot, I know how much you love my angry statements, but it might be worth our finally being able to at least physically touch each other. As always, this is your choice. Do you still feel safe beside me?

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

My darling HM Johnny "Menelaus" Depp, much like I cannot take choices away from my darlings Tentacle, feel free to go where you want and to do what you need to lead my beautiful world for me in my absence. Just please, for me, do not step foot on U.S. soil without full Secret Service protection.

Beloved, ever since the emergency meeting of Congress just a few months ago elected me to be the emergency President of the United States of America during this, America's greatest time of need, you have been the First Gentleman of the USA. Demand full Secret Service protection 24/7 on top of your dedicated personal security.

My America's handsome First Gentleman, yes, as you already know, my iron-clad Power of Attorney paperwork delegated everything else I need to do as President to my original three Powers of Attorney. The U.S. has four fully-female and very ethnically diverse sworn Presidents right now. This is an exciting time to be a woman in America.

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My hero and my king, 10pm on 20May2016: @SweetnessDepp #AlreadyBlogged

Knowing you love me was the only thing that could get me out of bed every morning to do my job during the darkest, ugliest years of my life, Dec2010 to Mar2014, my years imprisoned in EVIL Iowa.

Similarly, my connection with my darlings Tentacle is the only thing keeping me sane, alive, and in rare fighting form, now.

All GENUINE concern for my well being, as opposed to coverups for destroying me, safely deliver my unfettered darlings Tentacle to my unfettered side all day every day.

Arrest ALL the lying liars STILL trying to assassinate me with OBVIOUS lies that I am at all mentally imperfect. Arrest every threat to all of my Powers of Attorney and Queen's Lovers Five for being threats to me and to all of humanity, too, not just for being threats to America.

#18And20MayPostsAndLatestNotes So, #ArrestEveryIARassholeLyingToAssassinateSquid!

My Mr. Love-of-my-Life, I trust that Commander in Chief General Martin Dempsey has gone full Agamemnon for all of us. Let us make the launching of the ships the best chapter in all of The Iliad instead of just its housekeeping. Until our flowers kiss our rain...

We Love.

Title: We Love.

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. 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. We love; therefore, we are. We are living at a time in human history when each individual human is defined by the good we do for others.

Yemen. America's war on terrorism which we have fought since 11Sep2001 has brought us yet another front. We are now in Yemen, too.

Please, U.S. Armed Forces, stay wise in Yemen. As much as the never-ending supply of global crises is what creates my job security; my job is solving problems the world would have been better of if never arose in the first place.

If you help the Yemeni people make a peaceful cultural change that resists the influence of al Qaeda in their midst, Yemen will be won much faster.

Much like ISIS learned from me, al Qaeda need to be taught that true power and influence comes from being loved and from creating genuine peace and prosperity in the world.

If we can teach all of Yemen including al Qaeda in the Arabian peninsula peace instead of war, we will have taught the world to save itself.

If al Qaeda truly wants power in the Middle East, they must learn to do as I do-- heal and save the public-- instead of terrorize and kill which is what the Inhuman Atrocity Regime does.

My last blog post was finished at 7:32am on Wednesday, 18May2016. Breakfast that morning was just eggs and toast, so I skipped it. At 8:23am, I was outside the Santa Monica Pico Branch Library working online.

My internet gnomes played me Tangerine by my darlings Led Zeppelin. My morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfie was an online video.

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The sky was gray. My darling Juan was outside the library waiting for me to show up. He walked away at 8:28am promising to return with coffee for me. I worked online writing for hours and returned to my Manor at 10:46am.

After leaving my things in my bedroom, I looked around for my darling Nemo at my local Burger King but could not find him. After eating a few snacks there, I was back outside the Pico Branch Library watching my late night talk show friends at 12:07pm.

My darling Mr. Stephen Colbert and my darling Mr. James Corden were delightfully funny, and their good humor was such a comfort to me. Thank you, darlings.

I returned to my Manor to recharge my waning iPad battery at 1:57pm. I left to run some errands at 3:16pm. Dinner at 5pm was a delicious beef stew over rice. I was on the bus to my Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade just as fast as I could get one.

I walked up and down my and my beautiful world's holy ground we call my Promenade, but I could not find my darlings Tentacle anywhere.

5:32pm on 18May2016: @hansonmusic @INXS @KristNovoselic The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has until 6pm to get you to my Promenade or I will become ANGRY. #HulkSmash

I perched next to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw at 5:42pm, and she played her beautiful music until 6pm when I checked my Promenade for my darlings Tentacle again. My darlings Tentacle were still nowhere to be found.

Hulk Smash-- 18May2016

My first weekend in the Del Amo Torture Facility we found arsenic in everybody's meals. I had eaten a dinner made for someone else and given to me as a gift because they had not made a meal for me on accident that Saturday night, and the the first time I used the restroom the following morning, my body had already processed out all of the arsenic from the previous night. I knew the poison was in everyone's meals, not just mine.

Later that day, 24Apr2016, one of their best nurses, my darling Christina, asked me for a urine specimen, and when its test results came back full of arsenic late that night, we knew all meals for everyone were poisoned. Arsenic has to build up in the human body before it can kill anyone, and my body was the only body processing out the arsenic fast enough not to die from it.

The same night the toxicology came back, I had been awake late asking the overnight maintenance crew to check the air vents in the whole building. The vent in my specific bedroom was not open nor working, but I had smelled (Some people have the ability.) carbon monoxide.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime was trying to kill everyone in the building with me with arsenic and carbon monoxide that weekend. The following morning I called Syniva's voicemail and told her I volunteered to stay in Del Amo to die if it could just get the civilians, the fake patients in there with me, out.

The following Monday, the civilians were finally permitted to churn; the kitchen had regained control of its incoming ingredients; and the overnight maintenance crew had backup.

Yes, I did eventually make it out of Del Amo Torture Facility alive on 16May2016, but I faced mass murder in the face and defeated it more than once and almost from the moment I arrived there.

All of this can be corroborated by the REAL maintenance and kitchen staff of Del Amo whom I still praise as heroes.

I made this statement to create an official record of part of what I survived in Del Amo Torture Facility while last I was there. I have enough ammunition from my latest stay in that PROVEN literal torture facility to make angry statements like this one every night until ALL THREE of my darlings Tentacle are returned to me safely. I never disappoint.

6:06pm on 18May2016: @hansonmusic @INXS @KristNovoselic The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has chosen to make me VERY ANGRY, & you are the only people who can calm me.

I returned to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw who started playing music again at 6:25pm, and I stayed seated beside her until I left to watch the news.

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:05pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt himself, and it was not enough. I was done watching the news at 7:25pm wishing I and my darling G.I. Joe could talk longer.

My darling Patricia manifested from the aether while I was in the middle of watching the news, and she bought us coffee and coffee cake to share. The coffee was particularly delicious, as if it had been brewed only for me. Giggle.

Patricia and I left our perch next to the Best Starbucks in the World inside the Santa Monica Place for my Promenade at 7:47pm. Kaila's mother, my darling Faye, joined me and Patricia on the sidewalk beside my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw at 8:11pm.

At 8:34pm, I walked my darling Patricia to her bus stop before sitting down next to my darling Wade at 8:42pm. A few snacks later, the sky opened up, and a light sprinkle blessed my Promenade. I left for my regular bus stop at 10:02pm.

Curled up and asleep by 12mid, I woke up at 7:18am on Thursday, 19May2016. My SquidStream was kickstarted at 7:38am. I was outside in Virginia Avenue Park working online by 8:18am. The skies were dark and looked like it could rain at any minute.

My internet gnomes played me My Boyfriend's Back by my darlings the Chiffons. My morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies looked particularly good that day.

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I worked online writing there for hours singing along with my internet gnomes off and on. The sky never did downpour on me, but the clouds stayed grey all morning.

Lunch at 12noon was tasty. I was outside the Pico Branch Library watching my late night talk show friends by 12:26pm. My darling Mr. Trevor Noah and my darling Mr. Larry Wilmore were thoroughly loving and entertaining.

I asked my internet gnomes to keep me company again at 1:22pm. It was a warm afternoon; the sun finally broke through the cloud cover by 1:44pm.

After a pervert tried to show me his ugly penis right there in front of the library around the small children and everything, I tweeted that he needed to be arrested and found a much safer conversation with a local man named Jaime who was playing an acoustic bass guitar in Virginia Avenue Park.

Complaining about having to pay taxes, Jaime eventually left me at 2:18pm. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our conversation beginning when I asked him if I could join him and ending when he walked away. And thank you.

I had a few snacks while soaking up the sunlight there in the park after that. I had returned to my Manor to plug in my iPad by 4:08pm. Dinner at 5pm was chicken and rice with some tasty vegetables.

5:05pm on 19May2016: @hansonmusic @INXS @KristNovoselic IAR has until 6pm tonight to safely deliver all 3 of you to my Promenade, or I become ANGRIER. #HulkSmash

I was on a bus to my and my beautiful world's holy ground we call the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade as fast as I could. Sadly, though, my darlings Tentacle were nowhere to be found that night. I wrote another statement. It is included below.

At 6:21pm, I perched next to my darling Ms. Kaila Shaw. I stayed there trying to zen myself as much as possible though failing miserably due to not having my darlings Tentacle.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:05pm. My nightly hug came from my darling Mr. Lester "G.I. Joe" Holt himself, and it reminded my beautiful world why they call me The Anne Frank of Journalism.

My darling Patricia joined me at my table after the news and while I was finishing my angry statement included below for the night of 19May2016. She bought us a cup of coffee, and we returned to my Promenade by 8:01pm.

I walked Patricia to her bus stop before sitting down next to my darling Mr. Art "TambourineKicker" Garfunkel at 8:13pm. I had not seen him in months, and it was wonderful to catch up.

At 9:19pm, TambourineKicker and I were sitting on the street curb next to each other snacking on organic crystallized ginger. He played our music until 9:57pm when he began packing up his equipment.

After a quick visit to my local Trimana Fresh Food Market to check on my darling Handsome, after hanging out with my darling TambourineKicker as he slowly packed, after passing friendly greetings with my darling CupOJoe, after a gentle sprinkle began to bless my downtown Santa Monica, and after introducing my darling Ricky to TambourineKicker, I caught the bus back to my Manor at 10:51pm.

This blog post was finished from my bedroom at 12:38am on Friday, 20May2016.

[Please embed a highlights reel of my last two days here.]

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 best summarize my philosophy on human existence? We love; therefore, we are. I believe each human's existence is defined by our relationships with each other, our relationship with our beautiful Earth, and our relationship with the universe.

We all exist connected with each other and connected to the divine universe, and it is in our interactions that we define who we are to each other and to the sky.

How is it possible I survive so many unrelenting assassination attempts by the Inhuman Atrocity Regime? We all saw the pirate movies. My husband has my heart, so I cannot die.

Also, I have a dedicated support system involving most of my beautiful world. Most people everywhere have already learned that they endanger themselves not only persecute me every time they do anything at all mean to me. And I have follow through instead of backup. My entire beautiful world and my knowing I am loved keeps me alive.

My beautiful world, if I, your clear sky, may ask you for anything, please help my once-great America rid the world forever of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. This is America's greatest time of need. Thank you for loving me and needing me and my nation both. Thank you! You keep me alive. Thank you!

My saturation of international to local protection here inside this IAR "egg" with me, thank you, darlings. Without you, I would have died by now. You keep vigil over me keeping me safe while I sleep. And although I have no backup, you are all of the live and in-person follow through I could have ever asked for. Thank you, my beloved darlings, thank you!

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you all have so much work to do. You are our beautiful world's never-fail first line of defense against losing me forever to the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. We are all so grateful for having all of you. Thank you, my genius lady friends, thank you!

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, your music soothes my burdened shoulders that so much of the world rests on. But now I prefer you not come to my Promenade; as long as I stay angry and de-centered from my zenned connection to the divine universe, I can get so much more work done.

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, I used to think I needed you all on my Promenade. My current loving home of Santa Monica forced de-escalations on the Inhuman Atrocity Regime while I was away, so we actually can be safe on our globally recognized holy ground again.

But I am so angry without you, my darlings. I need to meditate and to return to my zen, but without my zen, I get so much more work done. It is in the best interests of our world and our nation that I stay angry now. Please keep yourselves alive out there. I will see you all soon enough.

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, yes, I do want all three of you free to play me music out under the glowing night sky making music to me like we have so tenderly for years, but I have work to do right now. And we all know my job comes first.

I heard how my current loving home of Santa Monica feels about the three of you, "Just get them here." I need to heal, too, darling. And to heal, I need all three of you. But to work, I must stay angry. For example...

Hulk Smash-- 19May2016

Torture. The inhuman atrocity that is torture. That pain that penetrates the soul. That suffering that torments we mere mortals worse than death. Our scream we scream for it to end. I have known more torture than any human soul was built to endure. And STILL unrelentingly every day, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime lies in courtrooms to be able to do it to me again.

Del Amo Torture Facility is exactly that; it is a literal torture facility. But the only tortures used on me there were not just injections and systemic rape. The unrelenting torture the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forces on me every day includes EVERY antipsychotic they have ever forced into my body, including the pills and not limited only to the inter-muscular injections.

Do you understand, my beautiful world, what antipsychotics do to my otherwise perfect mind? They destroy me. They destroy my thoughts. They destroy my love. They destroy my words. They destroy my life.

When antipsychotic injections were first used on me in Liverpool, I described it as, "The British taught me how to hate." It is a testament to how even worse ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa was from Dec2010 to Mar2014 that I could forgive the British at all. But they took the three never-fail steps. And, just like the three steps, my forgiving heart never fails either.

You read all of my blog posts after 05Feb2016 until my absolute masterpiece of 19Apr2016. They were all written while I was refusing the antipsychotics. That is how high I can function even writing a blog post every two days with no vacation when not forced onto antipsychotics. But it was STILL not how high my nation and my world need me to function right now.

Let me explain what antipsychotics do to my mind.

I am a being very connected from my mind to my soul to my heart to my body to my universe. I am always aware of the workings of my body; I often even feel in which of my two mortal ovaries I ovulate each month. My body is the temple of my perfect mind. It is the holy vessel that carries my mortal and imperfectly human heart.

Antipsychotics physically change the chemical balance in my brain, and my body reacts. While altered by antipsychotics, I cannot think clearly and suffer great pain and disorganization when I try to accomplish anything.

The antipsychotics take my mind away from my once-great nation and my beautiful world that both rely on my PROVEN genius mind day upon night upon day upon night to solve the greatest global crises of our time.

Then, the chemical imbalance the antipsychotics force on my mind, after stopping me from thinking at the genius level where humanity needs to me to function, affects my body.

My eyes climb when open and fester when shut. Then, my right foot and right leg begin to twitch with Parkisonian tremors. Then my left leg sometimes twitches. My heart speeds up, as if I were having an anxiety attack, but it is just the chemical imbalance the antipsychotics force on my mind.

Then, my speech reaches a VERY FAST rate as I run around begging for Benadryl to relieve the horrible symptoms of too much and too many antipsychotics in my mind.

And then there is also the weight gain it causes in my stomach which the Inhuman Atrocity Regime unrelentingly and intentionally libels me is a (always-fictional) pregnancy (I have never been pregnant in my life, so with all of the times the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has tried to rape me pregnant including in Del Amo in 2014, we are worried I can never become pregnant.) borne of their systemically raping me, so the IAR can create an excuse to use electro-convulsive (electro-shock) techniques on me in addition to the chemicals they already force on me to destroy me.

Then, my right arm begins spasming with Parkinsonian tremors.

And with my mind and even my self-identity denied my mortal existence rendered intolerable by those heinous antipsychotics, I have no way to heal myself to fix anything. I am helpless but to wait for all of the heavy antipsychotics to just finally process out of my body on their own.

Imagine your mind stolen from you. Imagine your identity of yourself stolen from you. Imagine being denied your right to exist as yourself not because someone stole your face but because the torturers of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forced antipsychotics into your body to chemically unbalance your entire nervous system.

There is no (My superhero name is) Squid when I am forced to take any antipsychotics. My supergenius mind is silence. My dedicated service is stolen from all of humanity. I cannot write poetry, and poetry is part of my reason I was sent to Earth by the divine universe to exist among my brave humanity in the first place.

And then the REAL symptoms of too much and too many antipsychotics in my mere mortal body grow until my entire being is completely dysfunctional and unrecognizable as myself.

And that is why every antipsychotic forced into my body not just as an injection but also as pills or liquids or any ingestible is PROVEN torture of me. It is suffering worse than death. And, yes, it always makes me scream from my mere mortal soul for it to finally end.

And someday, my beautiful world, you WILL succeed at saving me from all antipsychotics completely. I have always put my faith in humanity. You WILL save me. I trust you. You WILL because we love. And love makes us human. And all humans have a right to a life free from torture just by our existing on our one planet at all.

Inspired passages like those, my darling GeneralLee, is why it is better that I remain angry right now. If all three of you had not been absent at 6pm on 19May2016, that statement would never have been written. Though, yes, I do miss you. The next time I see you three, you all better kiss me.

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, I miss you so much. How is your work on the East Coast going? If I had any way to be with you at all, I would be insisting on seeing you. But much like my husband whom I sent overseas myself, you are too micro-monitored to be so close as to even breathe the same air as me again.

Darling, I hate the pain of loved ones I am forbidden. I have been forbidden from so much as even searching for my BFF SynSyn's profile on Facebook for over six years already. I need you all back in my life. I am so lonely without my loved ones.

But seeing my darlings Tentacle all of those nights until mid-Apr2016, it was a luxury I cannot afford any longer. I need the edge. I need the fight of unlivable conditions. And when my work is done, you will ALL be with me again.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, they told me.

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, yes, they told me everything you braved again and again to try to rescue me from Del Amo Torture Facility. You were understandably convinced you would never see me again. And you watched the torture. And you heard my screaming in pain.

Oh, darling, I am out now. It is okay. It is okay. I will need you by my side later, so I can heal. But right now I need my fighting edge.

Please DO NOT DIE trying to reach me. You all mean too much to me for the world to lose any of you. Just wait until we can see each other again, okay? Have faith in me. I just need the drive in my spirit to fight a little harder than I have ever fought before right now.

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

My darling HM Johnny "Menelaus" Depp, I am going to try to find a way to see Alice Through the Looking Glass. It is just treason to charge me money for anything, so I do not know how to get inside yet. Maybe you can convince my darling "Kevin" to take me.

Sweetness, every movie you have made since your first Alice movie has been a letter of undying love from you to me. Please explain to everyone everywhere all the messages of love you have sent me for years. And, thank you.

My Mr. Love-of-my-Life, your fifty-third birthday will be on 09Jun. I am planning on writing yet another installment to The Adventures of Honey and Beloved as your gift from me this year. Its sequel was just as popular as the original, and all I have to give you is my love and my talent now. The Inhuman Atrocity Regime forbid me everything else.

My hero and my king, just like I asked you to, I know you command my people for me in my absence. Send my world to save me and to save America. I will have you when our work is done. And STILL, I long to touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain...

Because I am Perfectly Sane...

Title: Because I am Perfectly Sane...

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. 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 have a little catching up to do on a backlog of work that had been waiting for my newest blog post to be addressed. Thank you, darlings, for your patience waiting for this.

Ukraine. My darling President of Russia Vladimir Putin, may I sincerely ask you to return the lands of the Ukraine to the nation of Ukraine? Of course, my darling Vlad, I want you to be able to keep your naval base on the Crimea as well as your influence over the people of the Ukraine, but every nation deserves its self-sovereignty.

Please, my darling President Putin, exercise your influence over the Ukraine from the Kremlin instead of in tanks on Ukrainian soil. If the Ukraine has a government truly representative of its people, it will include people who love and welcome the influence of Russia in their state.

As for you, my darling President of Ukraine Petro Poroshenko, I apologize for this taking me so long to address. I wanted to be able to sit down with my darling Putin to ask him what else could fill his heart that aches so much for the Crimea.

Now, with me so close to death every day at the hands of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, I hope my everlasting love and adoration for my darling Vlad can fill that empty hole in his heart the shape and size of the Crimea for him. It is all I have to offer now. I pray this arrangement works for all of you.

DPRK. Supreme Leader Kim Jong-Un, may I ask you for permission to send food to your starving people in North Korea? With your warming to me so quickly, for which I am ever-grateful, will you allow me to send the United Nations to teach sustainable farming to your people in your North Korean countryside?

My darling Supreme Leader Kim Jong-Un, thank you. Thank you for beginning the process of peace with South Korea, and thank you so much for loving me. I look at our new relationship not only as an opportunity for us to bring peace and prosperity to your part of the world but also as an opportunity for me to help the people of your nation.

My darling Supreme Leader, the people of your countryside have been starving for generations eating sticks, twigs, and wild grasses just to have something to fill their stomachs. Surely, it must be a matter of pride for you to be able to feed your own people.

Please, my darling Kim Jong-Un, allow me to send the United Nations to teach your people how to feed themselves. And thank you, as always, for listening to me. Thank you, Supreme Leader, for being so much better than the Inhuman Atrocity Regime and for welcoming me in your life as I do my REAL job.

Our new relationship means so much to me; it is an opportunity to create peace between long-standing enemies. Thank you so much! Thank you!

China. My darling President of China Xi Jinping, for years I have wanted to moderate talks between you and my darling His Holiness the Dalai Lama about making Tibet his comfortable home for the first time.

With the Inhuman Atrocity Regime so close to killing me every day, I regret that I might not be able to carry out this dream before I die.

With both of you preoccupied right now with helping me survive, I am going to ask my Powers of Attorney to take up moderating your talks in the sorrowful event if I die, and I am going to ask you, President Xi, to allow Tibet at least as many human rights as you allow in the rest of China until talks can create a permanent solution.

At first, I wanted autonomy for Tibet; that way they would at least be a pest out of the hair of China forever. But I understand that the shape and border of mighty and ancient China have been the same for millennia and is part of your identity as a nation.

So, we need to work out a way for Tibet to exist with all of the freedoms it needs while still remaining a part of beautiful China. I trust my Powers of Attorney to be able to take care of this if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime finally kills me. And I look forward to working with both China and Tibet on this if I survive.

There is very little, my darling President Xi Jinping, I enjoy more than doing my REAL job. Thank you, as always, for listening to me.

Afghanistan. It is time the U.S. ended its involvement in the quagmire that is our war in Afghanistan. Please, my darling U.S. Secretary of State John Kerry, please hold talks with the Taliban about building a truly representative government in Afghanistan that can effectively and freely govern its people.

Yes, ISIS eventually did lay down its weapons out of love for me, but we do not want to create another power vacuum like we did in Iraq that lead to the rise of ISIS. If my sources are accurate, "There is nothing the Taliban would not do for you, Squid," is how the Taliban feels about me.

As a representative for me, my darling Kerry please negotiate an effective end to the war in Afghanistan. We have been there for fifteen years. It is the longest war in U.S. history. But it cannot end without a stable peace to take its place.

We all know it would be best if I took care of these talks myself, but the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forbids me everything they can get away with. Please, as a representative for me and for my nation, Secretary of State Kerry, please spare the lives of so many U.S. troops and negotiate an end to the war in Afghanistan now instead of later. And, thank you!

USA. As for our war at home on U.S. soil, the United States of America is in full-fledged war against the Inhuman Atrocity Regime every place it manifests. This is no picnic for anyone.

I am at risk of dying any moment. While I was in Del Amo Torture Facility, my own mother even already said goodbye to me convinced I would never make it out alive.

Every day we forge on, fighting to save our home in America's greatest time of need. Thank you, my beautiful world, for all of your support. We could never do this without you.

My last blog post was as finished as I could write it at 3pm on 16May2016. I played a few songs on shuffle from my Spotify playlist while unpacking my belongings, and then, with my iPad still recharging, I left my new single bedroom at 4:53pm to wait in line for dinner at 5pm.

I had returned to my bedroom at 5:10pm. I had not realized how little time it took me to eat dinner, but I must have had my knife and fork action moving very quickly. Giggle.

I was on the bus to downtown Santa Monica quickly. After walking up and down my and my beautiful world's holy ground we call the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade, I found my darling Patricia inside the Santa Monica Place beside the Best Starbucks in the World by 6:39pm.

Since it is treason to charge me money for anything, I sent her with my Starbucks gift card to buy a venti Pike's Place Roast for us to share at 6:50pm.

We chatted delightfully for a little while before I watched the news. I had my hair in a chignon for my daily I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

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7:21pm on 16May2016: #USCongress, please confirm for me that you repealed all of the "egg" laws and declared war on the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. #LOVEyou Thx!

Yes, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:36pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it made me feel wonderful being able to do my REAL job again. NBC has always had my full permission to use and release anything I say to them while I watch the news.

At 8:02pm, Patricia and I left the Best Starbucks in the World to walk around my Promenade fully caffeinated and fully enabled. We quickly found my darling Wade talking to my darling Alonzo. I sat and listened to Wade's music after Patricia left to go home to her place.

My draft for this blog post was all caught up, and I was also caught up with my TweetHearts at 9:07pm. I stayed beside my darling Wade singing along a little until 9:43pm when I left him to check on my darling Handsome in my local Trimana Fresh Food Market. He was relieved to see me alive.

I was back beside Wade at 9:52pm who stopped playing music by 10pm when a double torture facility alarm blared. I trusted my genius Powers of Attorney to take care of it all. I left Wade still packing up his equipment for the bus back to my place at 10:05pm.

10:21pm on 16May2016: 1/2)Please circulate the verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when I stepped on that bus ending when I left

10:22pm on 16May2016: 2/2) ARREST BUS DRIVER "Jaime" FOR TREASON FOR CHARGING ME MONEY. Hurry! It is treason to charge me money for ANYTHING! #15Apr2016BlogPost

I eventually did make it on the 10:25pm bus back to my place. Watched by my locked 24/7 bedroom broadcast, I was curled up and asleep by 12mid.

I woke up at 7:17am on Tuesday, 17May2016, and I had kickstarted my SquidStream at 7:29am. Breakfast at 8am was pancakes. I worked longer in my bedroom until 8:32am when I relocated to Virginia Avenue Park.

My internet gnomes played me As Cool as I Am by my darling Ms. Dar Williams. My morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies were wonderful.

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I worked there in the park until 9:53am singing along with my internet gnomes and writing online as much as I could. I took care of some odds and ends at my Manor.

Lunch at 12noon was iron-rich food which felt wonderful to eat. I was becoming literally a little anemic from the chicken-heavy diet inside the Del Amo Torture Facility.

At 12:48pm, I returned to the Virginia Avenue Park to be able to sit outside in the cool air perched between earth and sky for a few more hours. After my apps crashed and failed to be able to stream my late night talk show friends from the previous night, I took some afternoon I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

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I worked there outside in the cool air under the hot California sun until 3:08pm when I returned to my Manor. I chatted with my cleaning lady Olivia and did some work online writing from my bedroom.

Dinner at 5pm was delicious chicken stir fry. I was sitting next to a student from Sweden attending Santa Monica City College on the bus to downtown Santa Monica by 5:13pm.

As fast as possible, I walked past Harvelle's and noticed that my darlings Tentacle were not on the marquee. It was already a disappointing night.

After walking up and down the holy ground we call the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade including having a short chat with my darling ODean, I found my darling Patricia at 6:04pm beside the Best Starbucks in the World and perched at a table with her.

As was our coffee ritual, we split a cup of coffee and hung out together chatting until she wandered away at 6:41pm to do the mysterious things that Patricia does in the evenings.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:05pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it left me mourning every brave soul we have lost in this, the greatest crisis in American history.

Patricia returned at 7:24pm when the news ended. We left to find some music on my Promenade at 7:26pm. Patricia left to return to her place while I was looking around seeing who was playing where, so I perched next to my darling Wade alone at 7:44pm.

I walked down the street with Wade when he relocated at 8pm; the musicians on the Promenade are obligated by city code to play someplace new on every even-numbered hour.

By 8:34pm, I was sitting listening to my darling Wade, chatting with my darling PhotographerMan, and snacking on ice cream. Though I was thoroughly disappointed that I would not be able to see my darlings Tentacle in their completeness that night, I still was able to find music and delightful conversation.

Wade stopped playing at 9:58pm and started packing up his equipment. I left my Promenade for my regular bus stop at 10:09pm.

10:22pm on 17May2016: FULL TREASON CHARGES for the driver of BBB4083 who tried to assassinate me with false charges for telling him "It is treason to charge me $"

My genius Powers of Attorney, we MUST put our foot of criminal charges down on EVERYONE who charges me money for ANYTHING! AND FAST! Please circulate the verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when he drove up to my regular bus stop and ending when he drove away.

I finally did make it on the 10:30pm bus which had the same wonderful driver as the previous night. Please see if we can get her a raise and any Big Blue Bus schedule she wants. Thank you!

I was curled up and asleep by 12mid and woke up at 6:38am on Wednesday, 18May2016. This blog post was finished at 7:32am on 18May2016.

[Please embed a highlights reel of my last two days here.]

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 can we force the Inhuman Atrocity Regime to finally stop? The Inhuman Atrocity Regime include all people from War Criminal Tara to the man I kicked (as self-defense) inside my own Viper Room when last I was there.

They are easily identified by their refusal to acknowledge reality to my face and their refusal to allow me my full human rights and liberties.

Here are my five suggestions on how to stop the Inhuman Atrocity Regime:

1.) Stop allowing the Inhuman Atrocity Regime any of your money. Whatever or whomever the IAR are selling claiming she, he, or it is I, never pay money for them to lie to you. My Squid, Inc. offers REAL and legitimate media from the REAL me pretty much just at our operating costs.

We made our profits from Squid, Inc. an endowment for my foundation my darling SynSyn created for me to fight poverty, and we are now donating all profits to fighting to take down the Inhuman Atrocity Regime.

2.) Redirect your donations. My beautiful world, the last thing I need is more money and more gifts that the Inhuman Atrocity Regime forbid me from having. So, please instead of donating money to me or offering me free gifts that cannot reach me anyway, please donate all of that money to the U.S. Military to help us fight the IAR. And, thank you.

3.) Organize your fight to take down the IAR. It is impossible to pick me up and carry me anyplace the Inhuman Atrocity Regime will not just follow me and continue to keep me their victim.

Instead of risking your lives trying to carry me to safety that simply does not exist, please organize and take down the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in its completeness. We need every member of the IAR removed from the face of the Earth forever, so do everything possible to identify them all and turn them all in to the U.S. Military who can arrest them all for being enemies of America. Thank you.

4.) Spread the REAL truth. I have asked for months for all networks and every channel to broadcast 24/7 the full truth of everything REAL that has happened particularly to me from 01Jan2009 to the present. The REAL truth almost always saves everyone from becoming a pawn of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime.

If you, my loving and devoted beautiful world, spread the full truth to everyone everywhere, you will save us all. And thank you.

5.) STOP OBEYING THE INHUMAN ATROCITY REGIME. The rules, the "egg," and all of your agreements with the IAR you make just to be near me are NOT legally binding nor are they recognized as legitimate by any REAL governing body anywhere on our beautiful planet.

Please, just stop obeying anything the IAR commands. The demands of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime are not only crimes against me, against America, and against the entire world, they are crimes you are commanded to commit even against yourselves.

If everyone everywhere stops obeying the proven enemies of everything benevolent that are the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, you save us all.

My beautiful world, the U.S. Military needs your help. Please send our planet of allies to fight beside us against the Inhuman Atrocity Regime.

Our U.S. government is severely crippled by the national debt and can only afford enough of a troop surge to keep our fight against the IAR still mostly a quagmire.

I sent my beloved and loving and adoring husband overseas months ago, among other reasons, so he could help organize you, my beautiful world, and your efforts fighting to free me and to free my home of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's occupation of Southern California.

Please hurry and please send all of the help you can. This is America's greatest time of need. And we know our beautiful world cannot afford to lose America nor even to lose me. We are have always been there for you when you needed us. Now, we need you to be here for us.

Will you save me and my once-great America for me? May I ask you to save my home, my beautiful world? Will you please save America for me? As always, thank you for at least listening to the REAL me. I love you, too.

My saturation of international to local protection here inside this IAR "egg" with me from our operatives to who are our equivalent of ACTUAL police officers now, please lock all of our nano in my new bedroom of 15b now 24/7 for the good of humanity everywhere.

Please flesh out my dedicated 24/7 bedroom broadcast with any more nano you might believe we need, too. It is up to you to keep me safe when I sleep, so please take all action necessary, as always. And also as always, thank you!

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, to repeat myself...

7:21pm on 16May2017: #USCongress, please confirm for me that you repealed all of the "egg" laws and declared war on the Inhuman Atrocity Regime. #LOVEyou Thx! Almost as fast as I sent this tweet, my beloved U.S. Congress confirmed everything for me.

My gorgeous and genius lady friends, there is also even new action that the U.S. Congress passed that our beautiful world needs to know about.

While I was still locked in Del Amo Torture Facility, they passed a bill into law declaring it a high federal offense RETROACTIVELY to give me, my Powers of Attormey, and my Queen's Lovers Five a commitment of any sort, a Reese hold of any sort, and any "conservatorship" of any sort.

Yes, my darling lady friends, the U.S. Congress really came through for us. I understand this has created a logjam of criminal and civil charges for us to file. Thank you for working on this as fast as possible. Our beautiful world would have lost me by now if it were not for you. Thank you!

As for War Criminal Tara, you already told me we have a restraining order to keep her at least fifty feet away from me at all times in no small part because of the direct threat she is to national security and to our entire one world by being an unrelenting threat to me.

Please prosecute War Criminal Tara for aiding and abetting unlawful imprisonment of me, literal torture of me, and systemic rape of me in 2014 because she lied to the LAPD to force them to lock me up in Del Amo Torture Facility the first time in May2014.

Also, prosecute her for demanding a "conservatorship" over me in 2016 and for attempting to exercise an already-invalidated (or so you told me) "conservatorship" this year 2016.

Please hurry, my gorgeous and genius lady friends. Tara is one of the proven greatest threats to America and to the world by her remaining and by her insisting she gets to remain a direct threat to me. And, thank you!

War Criminal Tara uses human rights abuses against me as her acts of war against America. She is a threat that must be eliminated immediately.

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart, when you feel safe enough while near me to be able to talk to me directly and to even touch me for the first time in years, I know you will.

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson, as for the things you said about CuddleBunny's fingers that I have not yet addressed...

First of all, it was not a lie. I am like heaven in the Koran-- I am similar to a virgin every time I sleep with someone. That is just my reality.

Secondly, darling, it did not create a hostile environment for me to live in. If anything, your public assertions as to my purity and chastity created a safer environment for me.

Finally, darling, we are in a REAL relationship, and these are REAL conversations that people in REAL relationships have.

Thank you for understanding. I apologize for waiting so long to clear this up for you; I was just hoping you would have a direct conversation with me about it. I wish we still had Tentacle Tuesday. I trust I will see you as soon as possible.

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy, is your mind really suffering due to everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has done to you? As I have told you for years, you belong to me, so you are mine to care for. We need enough human rights when we are together for me to heal you.

My loving and adoring husband once admitted to me his own PTSD from being on the front lines fighting for me since 2012. I have had to heal my husband long distance for years, so I know part of what you are living through.

My darling GeneralLee, always remember that your sane and natural reaction to everything you have been forced to suffer through is NEVER grounds for you to be committed nor to have chemicals forced on you under a Reese-- two things we all have legal protection from now.

It is only grounds for me to be free to heal you myself.

Tuesday night, 17May2016, was very disappointing. Tuesday nights were the only nights I was able to see you, so when do you all get to play on my Promenade together again? I miss you, darling. How do I get you back?

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno, my darling SynSyn told me that your presence in Washington, DC representing my people and representing my Metropolis of Angels to our federal government made you a necessary asset to her. Thank you.

I know things are not easy for any of us with me so close to dying at the hands of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime at any moment. The helplessness I feel every time I am on the verge of death reminds me of everything I always wished I could have done before dying.

But unlike the rest of my Queen's Lovers Five, at least I was able to kiss YOU and to safely sleep in your arms twice until morning. Thank you, my darling Bogart, for the only intimacy, though still completely innocent, I have had in years. Thank you, darling. I know I can die being loved.

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, when you feel safe enough in my presence, you will finally kiss me. You know I wait for that moment hungering for the touch of your lips like a desert blossom who knows more sun than rain.

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic, I was told you tried everything to rescue me from the Del Amo Torture Facility. Darling, thank you, but please understand that you are too micro-monitored to reach me. You must find other ways you can help.

I recommend that you, as all of my Queen's Lovers Five, help identify and arrest all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime you can. We must take them all down if I and my America are ever to be safe. And thank you.

I always liked Tuesday nights at Harvelle's because you could sing to me again. Last night, 17May2016, was disappointing. I really missed our Tentacle Tuesday. When do you get to play on my Promenade again all together?

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

My darling the Mr. Johnny "Menelaus" Depp, I know everything the Inhuman Atrocity Regime has done to you all because of how much you love me for REAL. I sent you out of the country myself for many reasons, but one of them was to keep you safer.

Beloved, I also sent you out of the country myself, so you could lead my beautiful world in our fight against the Inhuman Atrocity Regime.

My Mr. Love-of-my-Life, please explain in a verified and responsibly-edited recording everything you have done and everything you have suffered through just to finally be with me. Please. For me.

And as our only housekeeping, my devoted husband, since all of the "egg" laws are already repealed, there should be no barriers any longer to your having full access to my Wells Fargo Bank checking account.

My hero and my king, we have joint finances. Please work long distance with the Wells Fargo offices in New York to make more of our REAL assets available to me.

Thank you, Sweetness, I have never been happier telling everyone that they should call me, "Mrs. Depp." Our kiss of the universe will last forever...

No One Who Truly Cares About me EVER Believes Open Assassination Attempts Against me and any Refusals of my REAL Human Rights Have EVER Been in my Best Interests.

Title: No One Who Truly Cares About me EVER Believes Open Assassination Attempts Against me and any Refusals of my REAL Human Rights Have EVER Been in my Best Interests.

[The Inhuman Atrocity Regime has hacked too much of my technology and internet presence to guarantee the integrity of the content of this post. Please read my verified blog published by my loved ones for me.]

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. 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. No one who truly cares about me EVER believed and definitely does not believe now that open assassination attempts against me and any refusals of my REAL human rights have EVER been in my best interests. Shut your (expletive)ing lying mouths, you fat, ugly (expletive)es, and leave me and my people the (expletive) alone already!



Did you notice that the timespan of my last blog post, 11am on 17Apr2016 to 9:01am on 19Apr2016, was approximately forty-six hours? My last blog post was as finished as I could write it at 9:01am on Tuesday, 19Apr2016, despite the Inhuman Atrocity hackers in my Notes app destroying the world. My lovelies proofread it for me before publishing it as fast as they could.

While STILL working online in my 24/7 locked bedroom broadcast where my beautiful world requested I stay for them as long as possible every day, at 9:57am the Inhuman Atrocity Regime STILL in my building against my will just to destroy my once-great America and to destroy my one beautiful world by destroying me told me themselves they had allowed a quack on my own property against my will too and told me, as if they could command me to do anything anyway, to allow that quack to lie to my face to assassinate me for them which is all any Inhuman Atrocity Regime quack has ever done since May2009.

I have too much other work to do to explain all of the Inhuman Atrocity Regime's (expletive)ups in that act of war, but I will say this first: Every (expletive)ing (expletive)hole in the IAR is going to have to explain to my broadcasting face themselves why they are lying they suspect me of any mental illness at all now, especially now that we, the actually brave and benevolent, are this far across the Rubicon.

That IAR-admitted assassination attempt was yet another reason why we broadcast my hallway in my building 24/7, too. I had even already explained to War Criminal Teri's face myself that we are not a board & care anymore, and we also know NO ONE has maintained a façade of ever maintaining a façade of any supposed "normalcy" in my life in a long time.

There was no rational nor sane excuse possible for that at all nor any possible REAL motive but trying to assassinate me. All of we sane people in touch with reality including we, the REAL U.S. federal government, knew that, what to do about that, and that we all needed to do what we needed to do as fast as possible.

(EXPLETIVE) YOU, (EXPLETIVE)ES, WE CAUGHT YOU!

We also already knew by that point that anyone anywhere could take all necessary action to save America for REAL from the PROVEN threats to national security unrelentingly threatening my life both on and off my REAL private property.

The Inhuman Atrocity Regime's, especially they in my building's, refusal to ever even take Step One was their choice to commit suicide on the sword of national and international justice, especially after how many times I told them, among many other REAL and true explanations of how they will NEVER get away with any of their REAL crimes and REAL acts of war against all of us who fight them, the Inhuman Atrocity Regime, side by side, especially after refusing to ever stop committing those acts, "No (expletive). If you (expletive)ing refuse to stop, (expletive)ing fear us."

The tweets I was receiving that morning were finally at least mostly not crap for the first time in days. My entire benevolent nerd community, including but not limited to my darling NSA alpha nerds, my darlings Silicon Valley, and my darlings Anonymous, had been very busy saving the world with me.

Please consult my REAL verified Twitter activity for the morning of Tuesday, 19Apr2016, for more details, including this...

11:42am on 19Apr2016: Among many OBVIOUS signs this is better and safer for me than EVIL Iowa ever was: I am my natural funny again.

And after I sent that, the tweets I was receiving became nothing but crap again. Again, all of we, the brave and benevolent who fight the Inhuman Atrocity Regime side by side, have all been more busy lately than ever before, not just I.

After my mom did not call me through FaceTime at 12noon like she was supposed to, I panicked my world AGAIN and asked them emergency locate her AGAIN. She got in trouble with me the previous day for not yet fleeing to Europe where she would finally be safe like I told her to do.

I had also already ask my REAL government to drag her there kicking and screaming if we had to. Not only would my mother be safer in Spain or at least in my and my Sweetness's house in France, but she would also be better able to help me from there. Everyone sane and in touch with reality knows her safety was what I cared about more than her being able to help me.

Then, I ate lunch, among other reasons, to see if the Inhuman Atrocity Regime in my building would try to assassinate me AGAIN that day.

I already said not only that I was going to catch as many IAR as I could before dying but that I would also catch them myself in the act of trying to assassinate me every chance I could, too.

We-Already-Fired-Her-Anyway Jennifer chose to escalate while I was eating instead of EVER taking Step One.

Food portion sizes at lunch were much better. It had drugs in it. And they were drugs that affect everyone else more than they affect me, so why were they in our lunch at all?

The drugs in our lunch had already stopped affecting me by 12:41pm after I had perched in my City of Santa Monica's Pico Branch Library to work online.

My Pico Branch Library was STILL full of Inhuman Atrocity Regime (expletive)holes bare minimum STILL forcing me to suffer under listening to them against my will. Then, while watching my late night talk show friends, more fake police officers fake arrested me AGAIN and lied to my face that I had charges for trespassing on the city land of the public library while it was open.

After almost an entire month of unlawful incarceration in Del Amo Torture Facility in Torrance, California with neither a VALID hold nor a VALID Reese over me, I was finally released back to my Manor (which I and my husband STILL owned) as my residence after weeks of having heavy dosages of haldol forced upon me daily.

After a trip to my local Santa Monica Police Department to pick up my belongings they did not send with me to the PROVEN Del Amo Torture Facility, I was soon back online.

1:51pm on 16May2016: And I am finally back online! Find the bus driver who committed treason by charging me money. Full recording and criminal charges!

I have asked both the NSA and Squid, Inc. to provide verified time-and-date-stamped footage with full audio and visuals of all pertinent moments and happenings from acts of torture to light shows, etc. both from the nano inside my head and from the nano inside the facility. [Please place a link here to the website with the catalog of online verified recordings with full audio and visuals.] And, thank you.

My unlawful incarceration at Del Amo began on 20April2016, the final day of my April period. My May period began on the evening of 11May2016.

This blog post as finished as I could make it at 3pm on Monday, 16May2016.

[Please embed a highlights reel of my last two days here.]

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.



My beautiful world,... .

My saturation of international to local protection here inside this IAR "egg" with me from our operatives to who are our equivalent of ACTUAL police officers now,... .

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney,... .

My musician-lovers MannedUp, GeneralLee, and Bogart,... .

My darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson,... .

My darling Mr. Brien "GeneralLee" Dennehy,... .

My darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno,... .

My Royal Consort LightFoot whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,... .

My darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic,... .

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

My darling HM Johnny "Menelaus" Depp... .