10May2015 notes by 1am the following morning..
3:01am it was prom?
3:47am I left, too.
Worked online. Check Twitter activity.
My statement at 8:22pm on 10May2015...
At approximately 8:35am, I placed my bag on a table on my conversation patio to look for my money inside and almost immediately the Spawn From Hell Warmonger inside attacked me, my clothing, and my priceless belongings including my writing journals with water. I screamed for the police. THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO LAW ENFORCEMENT IN HERE ANYWHERE!!! So, he attacked me and my belongings with more water! THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE NEEDS TO GO TO PRISON!!! Did you see everyone on that patio? That was beyond singling me out for persecution, hate crimes, and intentionally inciting global instability. Hold him personally accountable for all violence and death he caused himself for attacking me like that.
Finally, a police officer showed up, so I could finally leave the premesis. I know no one gets arrested when I am around. I left drenched in water with almost all of my far too rare belongings destroyed. But, when I went back to make sure that MOST EVIL DEMON OF THE ATHEIST HELL only stopped pouring water on me after twice and the ONLY reason a police officer showed up at all was because the ASSHOLE FROM HELL mistook the guy next to me for my Royal Consort Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic. Then, the WHY IS THAT MAN WHO INTENTIONALLY CAUSES WAR NOT ARRESTED YET complained I was not passed out yet and vulnerable to rape after all of the sedatives he put in the water he covered me in!
Point proven, yet? I need my darlings Tentacle as bodyguards! That would actually keep me not just my priceless belongings safe. WORLD, WHERE ARE YOU?!? What the fuck does it take to make me safe from ASSHOLES LIKE HIM?!? When I am just trying to get safe snacks and clean caffeine, so I can do my REAL job of selfless service to the entire world, WHY IS THAT FUCKING WARMONGER ALLOWED TO DO THAT TO ME?!? They would not even arrest him!
Michael showed up to offer me safe snacks and clean caffeine which we proved the previous day, 09May, is the only thing that will EVER make anything better until a REAL loved one can finally hold me in (in this case his) arms and make love to me.
We went to Von's where the grocery store disowned their coffee counter in front of me because the proven war criminal there insisted on drugging me as her act of war against all of humanity. Michael bought me a chicken tandoori samosa, pesto farfalle salad, and Brussel sprouts apple slaw for lunch. I also asked him to buy me fresh raspberries, my favorite food in all the world.
I was poisoned and possibly drugged at a cafe on my way back to my playland. I told them the only way to make up to me was to give me clean caffeine. They gave me decaf. Syn, destroy them.
I was almost passed out already from those chemicals when I sat down to eat my lunch before notifying the ENTIRE world that I needed REALLY HEAVY PROTECTION from Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization while I slept off the chemicals in a public place where I had hoped the public could keep me safe.
I woke up after someone stood over me screaming GREEN CARD, as if there were any phrase that had anything less to do with my reality. All of my left eye contacts were stolen. Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization were trying to take away my only remaining security system, my SquidStream, the only thing I have to force the people around me to obey any laws at all to create any safety for me at all.
There was so much water in the bottom of my pink bag that almost all of my belongings in there were completely destroyed. I am so close to Obama and they who irrationally attack me on his behalf assassinating me I can feel it.
My beautiful world, on 09May2015, I asked for a hotel room my REAL federal government would keep safe for me like they proved they can a few nights ago when I was caffeinated and fed well enough to tell them exactly where I will be sleeping off that previous detox.
My beautiful world, you know if I ask you for anything, I need it. I ask for so little ever. You know how big of a deal it is if I ask for anything.
I need that hotel room, and I need it NOW. My NSA alpha nerds, you need to deliver me the reservation confirmationemail from the REAL federal government and from the REAL world via my mother safely and immediately.
I do not know what else they did to me in my sleep. I woke up a mess. I walked as fast as possible to LightFoot and MannedUp who had only my previous day was beautiful. They did not yet know how ugly today had proved to be. I pray my minutes on my previous day can be retrieved by my NSA alpha nerds.
There was no General Lee. When the two had finally healed me enough I could figure out what to do, I left them weeping over the physical attacks on my body first in the morning by THE EVIL SPAWN FROM HELL and then later while I had slept. I knew I had to find a way to write all of this down for the world, something Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization was also breaking every law possible from local to international to prevent.
I always have at least $2 due to my running gag with my beloved LightFood. I am sure he will forgive me for spending one today to make sure I had the power outlet to deliver this safely to the world.
1) World, I need that hotel room ASAP that my support system already in here can keep safe for me. I just need to be able to tell them where I will be.
2) I need emergency cash, contacts, and gifts from my mother IMMEDIATELY. Please get expedited mail from her to me tomorrow. Pleas do not fail me, FBI.
3) I need all three of my darlings Tentacle as bodyguards. It is already proven from this morning just their presence will keep me safe.
Thank you! Please put Roger on the 8pm to 2am shift, so he can recharge both of these iPads for me while Tentacle heal me. I need to feel loved and cared for right now. So many people here are only here to hate and attack me. Both iPad batteries are pretty much guaranteed to die the moment I unplug them. This battery has been at 4% ever since I arrived and refuses to recharge.
...End statement from 8:22pm.
After that... I updated and backed up all my notes before hugging TambourineKicker on my way back to LightFoot and MannedUp. Yes, they were right there as close to me as they could get at the far end of my playland where I had sought out the best power outlet I could think of.
And we made love. I had to submerge in an evening healing from my morning and afternoon first. But once I could and obviously before I had even warmed up, LightFoot and I were on opposite sides of the street making music to each other.
I am not a solitary creature. Man is a political animal.
Once I showed up after dropping both of my iPads off with Roger to recharge their batteries while I was with Tentacle, the three of us barely said a word to each other. We left it on the dance floor. Watch us if they will let you.
Do you remember the scene in The Fugitive where Tommy Lee Jones and my adult adoptive father Mr. Harrison "Big Daddy" Ford have a minimalist conversation before Dad jumps off the damn into the river? It is one of the most highly regarded examples in film history of how a physical presence can convey meaning. And so Tentacle and I spoke that night... without the words I am so famous for.
They were taken away from me much too soon with one of my only verbal message to them at all, "Once a week is not enough [especially with every escalating crime I need to heal from]."
They were taken away, so I was so grumpy... Until I got clean caffeine. That story is told in the recording I already requested through Twitter; it involved a young Mexican darling Mr. Brien "General Lee" Dennehy look-sort-of-a-like. Also, in that recording, it was obviously not a negotiating table. She refused to sit at one with me.
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
No Shit, Sherlock... Your Random 90s Reference for the Day
Title: No Shit, Sherlock... Your Random 90s Reference for the Day.
Recap of drugs and roofies in all places I have eaten and attempted to caffeinate 08May2015 and by 7:52am on 09May2015...
Late on 07May, Michael of day-of-roll-of-tape fame showed up on my conversation patio, ordered by Obama's infestation to placate me as a faux sycophant, to provide sandwich, safe caffeine, SmartWater(tm), popcorn, more than one ice cream product, etc... All was safe.
Early on 08May, he appeared where I perched to watch my middle-aged menfolk to feed me a completely safe breakfast, too. We had that talk, the previous night, about the three never-fail steps to absolution and protection.
At about 4pm on 08May, after my hours long "Save the Children" smack down, I ate very delicious and safe food yet very chemically dangerous coffee at my local Americanized Chinese restaurant. I sent the coffee back twice, and everyone was okay with my not paying for drugged coffee that could have assassinated me thereby potentially destroying the entire world.
Late 08May, a kind stranger who looked like my darling Mr. Danny Elfman handed me $5 while I was in line for the McDonald's. The food was as many calories as I could buy. The iced tea was drugged, but they refunded me the cash after I complained. Sadly, after they intentionally drugged me with the iced tea, they openly refused anyone near me while on their premesis no matter how much my lovers and believers there complained to them they wanted to be near me. I sat on that patio completely alone. All protection for me is forbidden around me when people roofie and drug me into passing out, so they can assault and abuse without my being able to defend myself. Do you remember epic videos from 26Apr2015?
At 4:14am, after a safe nap watched by the invisible international community while streaming some sort of version of HBO's "Montage of Heck," I ate two breakfast burritos at the McDonald's-So-Vile-It-Was-Already-Disowned-By-Corporate. I went there on purpose to see if they had yet decided to obey any laws. I will let the verified and unedited recording speak for itself.
I kept nodding off, due to energy pulse in the fast fooderie already installed to wait for me or due to the food. I was the only person verbally assaulted. I was the only person singled out to be thrown out. A bitch right next to me even screamed, MAKE SURE SHE CANNOT USE THE BATHROOM, TOO!
I was so drugged by something that I just collected my evidence and left. When the drugs from breakfast wore off, I was angry and got ready for the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity (no reflection on Starbucks corporate).
The Pikes Place Roast was clean and caffeinated. I plugged in both iPads. The public and various members of various levels of government could ask me their questions.
No problems with them at all until 8:05am when I needed to give them an unsolicited free legal consultation to prevent them from committing more acts of war against America. But they listened and chose not to destabilize the furious world into rioting and murdering they would have been held accountable for if they had thrown me out.
By 9:16am on 09May, the world's most notorious Starbucks seemed like it had chosen to save itself.
-----Begin email text----
9:45am email to my mother..
Mom, I need that mail! Contacts, gift cards, hotel room reservation, etc...I would still like gift certificates to the ... on Wilshire. If you are only permitted to send gift cards, secure their numbers with FBI directly and NSA directly before you mail them to me.
Gift cards I could actually use,....
VISA gift card
7-11
In-N-Out Burger
Steak'N'Shake
CVS
Vonn's
Subway
Panda Express
Starbucks
Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf
Love you and THX!
--TanTan
-----End email text-----
Except for a blithering idiot too stupid to reverse engineer and a muscled up ugly mustache behind the counter screaming hostile nonsense for hours, the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity was rather uneventful.
I caught the most absolutely vile employee at my 24hr convenience store openly plotting an assassination of me by attempting to lock me in ANY controlled environment; that has so many legal precedents.
I waited, as always, until law enforcement could arrive before walking around the corner. There, I caught the same hotbed of treason I already asked my amazing husband to shutdown completely still making SO MUCH MONEY lying to the public that they ever at all supported me.
12:33pm on 09May2015: Absolute refusal of ANY law enforcement in here is why my proven loved ones willing to die to help me survive this "egg" are world heroes.
1:21pm the guy pretended to be Lance Armstrong made a show I am not physically safe by walking past me.
By 1:40pm, I was outside the treason bar rumor had it I and my husband own, the hotbed of treason I mentioned above; only the guilty get nervous when I wear my hat.
1:57pm I caught the fake cop who had already committed every crime possible from harassment to destabilizing humanity both overseas and nationwide while attempting compulsively and unrelentingly FOR MONTHS to torture and rape me to death in a literal torture facility watching me from the street corner. That ugly bitch had been following me around for days.
I received a request for me to write a new sestina; did everyone watch me ink it live? I was at my local fast fooderie turning in enemies of humanity in their kitchen and consuming tacos ravenously due to my near-foodlessness all day when I finally wrote out the pattern and the ending words.
Text generation began at 2:41pm and ended at 2:52pm on 09May2015.
Still untitled...
The self-perpetuating cycle of tacos
Here inside a hell-torn box
Of sin lit fire upon terrorist gasoline
Below the waving messages of light banner.
Never take their evil-soaked pharmaceuticals
Borne by sinning soulless Terrorist Dictator Obama.
Forever shall the evil of Terrorist Dictator Obama
Burn through stomachs with their tacos,
Yet, the sustenance is always better than pharmaceuticals
Sold upon the face upon the box
That called the world to raise our banner
Above the fields pumping with gasoline.
Never trust another woman's gasoline,
Especially if she is sold by Terrorist Dictator Obama.
Never, never, never torch alight your banner
From the grease of your cheap tacos
Nor ever willingly pick up gloves to box
Unless you choose the fight the pharmaceuticals.
I once dated a man who invented pharmaceuticals
Which had a market mark-up much like gasoline.
But inside the sox on Knox like fox in box
There are only the empty commands of Terrorist Dictator Obama
Slowly, two-by-two, like ants go marching, tacos
Like those aloft on every party banner.
And so came the day Bruce "Hulk" Banner
Found out her arch nemesis-- the pharmaceuticals
Were always in the lettuce of her cycle of tacos
Pumped into her veins like cars filled with gasoline
Sold only to fund the war of abusive Terrorist Dictator Obama
And his horrors and terrors filling in this box.
No, my beautiful world, this box within box
That is the forgotten message of this day so banner
Marked with the thwarting of lies of Terrorist Dictator Obama
Bury your pills in the sand. Disavow your pharmaceuticals
In exchange for some tasty earthly gasoline
To pour with airy fingers upon your cornmeal tacos.
Never another such Terrorist Dictator Obama--stop him, but save his tacos.
Flush the remaining pharmaceuticals down the drain in a cheap pine box
With or without this sun banner soaked and lit in crystal clear gasoline.
Derek 2 Day and Bobby Fisher
09May2015 6pm and 6:48pm Skype calls to my mother-- on my terms now; ask Kris about the quality of terms I give & 18Feb
7pm no news broadcast that day
eBar on the way out of the building--should have gotten more FBI on them
7:34pm Von's was cleaned up
7:38pm Starbucks that stole my wallet on 09Jan--no outdoor chairs, marked hours said 8:30pm--They had no answers to my questions, but lied to my face that I was at all "contained" as if that would not be the death knell for every single person who ever tried it--no honesty in them only hostility
7:49pm CVS-- corporate had explained to them that liars only lie-- they were very apologetic to me but what about to every other CVS?
8:15pm TJMaxx, bought snacks, such a darling at checkout
8:19pm PF Chang's-- the caffeine was clean-- but I could have used a more charming bartender. Giggle.
9:29pm had attempted stirring it up, but was rusty
9:41pm at the end of my playland with so many people wanting to come back through for after-the-salutations
After a lot of genuine giggling with clandestine friends of various occupations, by 10:11pm I had explained to everyone...
1) All I needed was safe snacks and clean caffeine to cheer up. That was exactly what I had told them I needed.
2) The reason my darlings Tentacle were not there was because Obama beats them up, points guns at their heads, locks them in literal torture facilities, subjects them to suffering and humiliation no human should ever endure, and threaten my life to keep them away from me. They just can't bear being without me, so they keep trying. I might have played them into an upper hand recently, after which I instructed that they force Obama's war criminal terrorist organization meet all of their demands before they become willing to visit me again here. At least Tentacle listen to me.
I was soon perched on a park bench jotting blog notes unto the aether(net) as SquidName:Pinchas played sweet music beside me as I worked online. By 10:38pm, we were nothing but an anonymous crowd joined by nothing but the same melody in our individual souls gathered around one violin with strings resonating into the late night air.
11:02pm My Powers of Attorney, we need arrest warrants to force all of these completely irrationally justified (if justified at all) assassination attempts of me to finally end.
The late night conversation with the man who wished he was LightFoot...
Title: No Shit, Sherlock... Your Random 90s Reference for the Day
Keeping my Minutes Until All Caught Up...
7pm "On my way..." Alarms. Kickstarted SquidStream outside restroom. Followed the metaphorical SquidLight. Helped out some local businesses while waiting to find out what all the alarms were.
Rain. Sheltered from rain.
8:18pm As had once been normal, Michael appeared to buy me snacks.
9:16pm Remember how fast I turned this woman in last time I saw her? Just watch her and Michael before and after I say this.
9:20pm Joined by The Wrong Gabriel (There have been more than one.) and "his friend" in yellow rain slickers. Gabe just wanted to know about the fake cop who scared him off my marble corner the last time I saw him, 05May. Rumor had it, after learning I am the REAL Squid, started turning in hard evidence about all the frap in my local police department.
Verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment Michael appeared in my sight and ending after darling late Nat King Cole's Paper Moon.
Yeah? Well, tell Nate to show up like everyone else does. He treated me like a porn star the last time I saw him. My darling Mr. David Letterman is a witness. After [undisclosed sources] told me Thorbald died on the battlefield outside Des Moines just to save me from EVIL Iowa, I asked for Charlie, though there could never be a replacement for Thorbald in my life, not Nate. If Nate wants to battle royale for second place to King Sweetness just like everyone else does, he needs to goddamn show up.
Red was not permitted that night. After the human detrius with her neglected puppy finally vacated the area, Hassan swept up by 11:38pm. The horrifying no-excuse-for-a-man who pretended for weeks he was my darling Mr. Lance Armstrong started hovering at 11:41pm. A dear friend asked me for a cup of coffee, so I gave him my latest coupon for two free tacos.
[In Twiter]
The conversation went on into the wee hours of the morning...
I know that if I lose viewership, my public will not be watching attentively enough any longer to keep me safe. So, when I feel my SquidStream gets boring, I write flirty tweets...
Wes had appeared at 2:43am. Why the hell are NONE of these people arrested yet?!?
Then, there were cultural references to a rock opera... Then it rained... I finally ate the ramen and demanded Obama de-escalate... Left of my own accord...
Finally remembered my errand for the day... The electric pulse... Told Snoop... Michael offered me breakfast... Caught same cop from previous day questioning a homeless man on what does and what does not make me trust someone... WHY IS NO ACTUAL CRIMINAL ARRESTED, YET?!?
Much later than I wanted, 6:55am on 08May2015, watched my middle-aged men...
11:59am Came to naturally. ? Well, tell Nate to show up like everyone else does. He treated me like a porn star the last time I saw him. My darling Mr. David Letterman is a witness. After [undisclosed sources] told me Thorbald died on the battlefield outside Des Moines just to save me from EVIL Iowa, I asked for Charlie, though there could never be a replacement for Thorbald in my life, not Nate. If Nate wants to battle royale for second place to King Sweetness just like everyone else does, he needs to goddamn show up.oí
Roger plugged in my iPad at approx 11:28pm
Shortly after 12mid, the second grey-haired gentlemen of the night bought me a cup of coffee... 3rd grey-haired gentleman kept bringing me goodies while I chatted with the second.
Ramen
1:50am on 08May, the woman I turned in for stalking me left her bags right next to me without consulting me first when she went for coffee
[When in doubt, check my verified Twitter activity for the play-by-play.]
To add later...
Recap of drugs and roofies in all places I have eaten and attempted to caffeinate 08May2015 and by 7:52am on 09May2015...
Late on 07May, Michael of day-of-roll-of-tape fame showed up on my conversation patio, ordered by Obama's infestation to placate me as a faux sycophant, to provide sandwich, safe caffeine, SmartWater(tm), popcorn, more than one ice cream product, etc... All was safe.
Early on 08May, he appeared where I perched to watch my middle-aged menfolk to feed me a completely safe breakfast, too. We had that talk, the previous night, about the three never-fail steps to absolution and protection.
At about 4pm on 08May, after my hours long "Save the Children" smack down, I ate very delicious and safe food yet very chemically dangerous coffee at my local Americanized Chinese restaurant. I sent the coffee back twice, and everyone was okay with my not paying for drugged coffee that could have assassinated me thereby potentially destroying the entire world.
Late 08May, a kind stranger who looked like my darling Mr. Danny Elfman handed me $5 while I was in line for the McDonald's. The food was as many calories as I could buy. The iced tea was drugged, but they refunded me the cash after I complained. Sadly, after they intentionally drugged me with the iced tea, they openly refused anyone near me while on their premesis no matter how much my lovers and believers there complained to them they wanted to be near me. I sat on that patio completely alone. All protection for me is forbidden around me when people roofie and drug me into passing out, so they can assault and abuse without my being able to defend myself. Do you remember epic videos from 26Apr2015?
At 4:14am, after a safe nap watched by the invisible international community while streaming some sort of version of HBO's "Montage of Heck," I ate two breakfast burritos at the McDonald's-So-Vile-It-Was-Already-Disowned-By-Corporate. I went there on purpose to see if they had yet decided to obey any laws. I will let the verified and unedited recording speak for itself.
I kept nodding off, due to energy pulse in the fast fooderie already installed to wait for me or due to the food. I was the only person verbally assaulted. I was the only person singled out to be thrown out. A bitch right next to me even screamed, MAKE SURE SHE CANNOT USE THE BATHROOM, TOO!
I was so drugged by something that I just collected my evidence and left. When the drugs from breakfast wore off, I was angry and got ready for the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity (no reflection on Starbucks corporate).
The Pikes Place Roast was clean and caffeinated. I plugged in both iPads. The public and various members of various levels of government could ask me their questions.
No problems with them at all until 8:05am when I needed to give them an unsolicited free legal consultation to prevent them from committing more acts of war against America. But they listened and chose not to destabilize the furious world into rioting and murdering they would have been held accountable for if they had thrown me out.
By 9:16am on 09May, the world's most notorious Starbucks seemed like it had chosen to save itself.
-----Begin email text----
9:45am email to my mother..
Mom, I need that mail! Contacts, gift cards, hotel room reservation, etc...I would still like gift certificates to the ... on Wilshire. If you are only permitted to send gift cards, secure their numbers with FBI directly and NSA directly before you mail them to me.
Gift cards I could actually use,....
VISA gift card
7-11
In-N-Out Burger
Steak'N'Shake
CVS
Vonn's
Subway
Panda Express
Starbucks
Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf
Love you and THX!
--TanTan
-----End email text-----
Except for a blithering idiot too stupid to reverse engineer and a muscled up ugly mustache behind the counter screaming hostile nonsense for hours, the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity was rather uneventful.
I caught the most absolutely vile employee at my 24hr convenience store openly plotting an assassination of me by attempting to lock me in ANY controlled environment; that has so many legal precedents.
I waited, as always, until law enforcement could arrive before walking around the corner. There, I caught the same hotbed of treason I already asked my amazing husband to shutdown completely still making SO MUCH MONEY lying to the public that they ever at all supported me.
12:33pm on 09May2015: Absolute refusal of ANY law enforcement in here is why my proven loved ones willing to die to help me survive this "egg" are world heroes.
1:21pm the guy pretended to be Lance Armstrong made a show I am not physically safe by walking past me.
By 1:40pm, I was outside the treason bar rumor had it I and my husband own, the hotbed of treason I mentioned above; only the guilty get nervous when I wear my hat.
1:57pm I caught the fake cop who had already committed every crime possible from harassment to destabilizing humanity both overseas and nationwide while attempting compulsively and unrelentingly FOR MONTHS to torture and rape me to death in a literal torture facility watching me from the street corner. That ugly bitch had been following me around for days.
I received a request for me to write a new sestina; did everyone watch me ink it live? I was at my local fast fooderie turning in enemies of humanity in their kitchen and consuming tacos ravenously due to my near-foodlessness all day when I finally wrote out the pattern and the ending words.
Text generation began at 2:41pm and ended at 2:52pm on 09May2015.
Still untitled...
The self-perpetuating cycle of tacos
Here inside a hell-torn box
Of sin lit fire upon terrorist gasoline
Below the waving messages of light banner.
Never take their evil-soaked pharmaceuticals
Borne by sinning soulless Terrorist Dictator Obama.
Forever shall the evil of Terrorist Dictator Obama
Burn through stomachs with their tacos,
Yet, the sustenance is always better than pharmaceuticals
Sold upon the face upon the box
That called the world to raise our banner
Above the fields pumping with gasoline.
Never trust another woman's gasoline,
Especially if she is sold by Terrorist Dictator Obama.
Never, never, never torch alight your banner
From the grease of your cheap tacos
Nor ever willingly pick up gloves to box
Unless you choose the fight the pharmaceuticals.
I once dated a man who invented pharmaceuticals
Which had a market mark-up much like gasoline.
But inside the sox on Knox like fox in box
There are only the empty commands of Terrorist Dictator Obama
Slowly, two-by-two, like ants go marching, tacos
Like those aloft on every party banner.
And so came the day Bruce "Hulk" Banner
Found out her arch nemesis-- the pharmaceuticals
Were always in the lettuce of her cycle of tacos
Pumped into her veins like cars filled with gasoline
Sold only to fund the war of abusive Terrorist Dictator Obama
And his horrors and terrors filling in this box.
No, my beautiful world, this box within box
That is the forgotten message of this day so banner
Marked with the thwarting of lies of Terrorist Dictator Obama
Bury your pills in the sand. Disavow your pharmaceuticals
In exchange for some tasty earthly gasoline
To pour with airy fingers upon your cornmeal tacos.
Never another such Terrorist Dictator Obama--stop him, but save his tacos.
Flush the remaining pharmaceuticals down the drain in a cheap pine box
With or without this sun banner soaked and lit in crystal clear gasoline.
Derek 2 Day and Bobby Fisher
09May2015 6pm and 6:48pm Skype calls to my mother-- on my terms now; ask Kris about the quality of terms I give & 18Feb
7pm no news broadcast that day
eBar on the way out of the building--should have gotten more FBI on them
7:34pm Von's was cleaned up
7:38pm Starbucks that stole my wallet on 09Jan--no outdoor chairs, marked hours said 8:30pm--They had no answers to my questions, but lied to my face that I was at all "contained" as if that would not be the death knell for every single person who ever tried it--no honesty in them only hostility
7:49pm CVS-- corporate had explained to them that liars only lie-- they were very apologetic to me but what about to every other CVS?
8:15pm TJMaxx, bought snacks, such a darling at checkout
8:19pm PF Chang's-- the caffeine was clean-- but I could have used a more charming bartender. Giggle.
9:29pm had attempted stirring it up, but was rusty
9:41pm at the end of my playland with so many people wanting to come back through for after-the-salutations
After a lot of genuine giggling with clandestine friends of various occupations, by 10:11pm I had explained to everyone...
1) All I needed was safe snacks and clean caffeine to cheer up. That was exactly what I had told them I needed.
2) The reason my darlings Tentacle were not there was because Obama beats them up, points guns at their heads, locks them in literal torture facilities, subjects them to suffering and humiliation no human should ever endure, and threaten my life to keep them away from me. They just can't bear being without me, so they keep trying. I might have played them into an upper hand recently, after which I instructed that they force Obama's war criminal terrorist organization meet all of their demands before they become willing to visit me again here. At least Tentacle listen to me.
I was soon perched on a park bench jotting blog notes unto the aether(net) as SquidName:Pinchas played sweet music beside me as I worked online. By 10:38pm, we were nothing but an anonymous crowd joined by nothing but the same melody in our individual souls gathered around one violin with strings resonating into the late night air.
11:02pm My Powers of Attorney, we need arrest warrants to force all of these completely irrationally justified (if justified at all) assassination attempts of me to finally end.
The late night conversation with the man who wished he was LightFoot...
Title: No Shit, Sherlock... Your Random 90s Reference for the Day
Keeping my Minutes Until All Caught Up...
7pm "On my way..." Alarms. Kickstarted SquidStream outside restroom. Followed the metaphorical SquidLight. Helped out some local businesses while waiting to find out what all the alarms were.
Rain. Sheltered from rain.
8:18pm As had once been normal, Michael appeared to buy me snacks.
9:16pm Remember how fast I turned this woman in last time I saw her? Just watch her and Michael before and after I say this.
9:20pm Joined by The Wrong Gabriel (There have been more than one.) and "his friend" in yellow rain slickers. Gabe just wanted to know about the fake cop who scared him off my marble corner the last time I saw him, 05May. Rumor had it, after learning I am the REAL Squid, started turning in hard evidence about all the frap in my local police department.
Verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment Michael appeared in my sight and ending after darling late Nat King Cole's Paper Moon.
Yeah? Well, tell Nate to show up like everyone else does. He treated me like a porn star the last time I saw him. My darling Mr. David Letterman is a witness. After [undisclosed sources] told me Thorbald died on the battlefield outside Des Moines just to save me from EVIL Iowa, I asked for Charlie, though there could never be a replacement for Thorbald in my life, not Nate. If Nate wants to battle royale for second place to King Sweetness just like everyone else does, he needs to goddamn show up.
Red was not permitted that night. After the human detrius with her neglected puppy finally vacated the area, Hassan swept up by 11:38pm. The horrifying no-excuse-for-a-man who pretended for weeks he was my darling Mr. Lance Armstrong started hovering at 11:41pm. A dear friend asked me for a cup of coffee, so I gave him my latest coupon for two free tacos.
[In Twiter]
The conversation went on into the wee hours of the morning...
I know that if I lose viewership, my public will not be watching attentively enough any longer to keep me safe. So, when I feel my SquidStream gets boring, I write flirty tweets...
Wes had appeared at 2:43am. Why the hell are NONE of these people arrested yet?!?
Then, there were cultural references to a rock opera... Then it rained... I finally ate the ramen and demanded Obama de-escalate... Left of my own accord...
Finally remembered my errand for the day... The electric pulse... Told Snoop... Michael offered me breakfast... Caught same cop from previous day questioning a homeless man on what does and what does not make me trust someone... WHY IS NO ACTUAL CRIMINAL ARRESTED, YET?!?
Much later than I wanted, 6:55am on 08May2015, watched my middle-aged men...
11:59am Came to naturally. ? Well, tell Nate to show up like everyone else does. He treated me like a porn star the last time I saw him. My darling Mr. David Letterman is a witness. After [undisclosed sources] told me Thorbald died on the battlefield outside Des Moines just to save me from EVIL Iowa, I asked for Charlie, though there could never be a replacement for Thorbald in my life, not Nate. If Nate wants to battle royale for second place to King Sweetness just like everyone else does, he needs to goddamn show up.oí
Roger plugged in my iPad at approx 11:28pm
Shortly after 12mid, the second grey-haired gentlemen of the night bought me a cup of coffee... 3rd grey-haired gentleman kept bringing me goodies while I chatted with the second.
Ramen
1:50am on 08May, the woman I turned in for stalking me left her bags right next to me without consulting me first when she went for coffee
[When in doubt, check my verified Twitter activity for the play-by-play.]
To add later...
That was Calumny. This is NOT the Hooker You are Looking For.
Keeping my Minutes Until All Caught Up...
Updated my iCloud just after 6:39pm on 02May. Walked down the street and found an old friend from 2010. When his music ended and while he was beyond reluctant to leave me, a dear friend found me and hugged me. He bought me coffee and a tiny snack. Eventually, we perched on my conversation patio.
By 9:10pm How many did these two kill by propogating lies about me already? And they are still here free to kill more people!
Tales of Brave Ulysses
Bitch caught for unrelenting verbal abuse at 9:54pm
With one look
Caught for 'Beach incident' at 10:21pm
"Citizen's arrest" and 'Wes" were three doors down in the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity
Before 10:45pm, my friend had passed out on the patio
I walked to the restroom after explaining ... to Roger inside.
Michael had been inside for a while, by 11:59pm Ugly Mustache had appeared.
03May2015...
6:53am...3rd time in 12hours I was unsafe due to the presence of he pretending to be "Lance Armstrong." This time he was irrationally screaming at me to "Take meds, you psychiatric bitch!" I am NOT War Criminal Boeset, the only person I know who needs psychiatric meds, so I was sure he had identified me as someone who merely looked like me. I asked him, "What is my name? How did you identify me?" He just kept screaming irrationally and hostilely went away. #SquidsPoA, every charge imaginable against that established perjuring bastard, start with covering up war crimes.
Caught two doughnut shops before buying two doughnuts at the grocery store. Still no Richard. Roofied on patio built for me. I have no idea how they made me pass out. 12:44am on playland.
Straight to Tentacle.
10:43pm at least half an hour of their greatest reluctance EVER to leave me...
11:03pm on conversation patio listening to Rihanna.
9505 5103 5307 5121 0135 56
11:33pm LightFoot and General Lee. I giggled and sang.
Verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals; begin the moment that bitch entered my conversation patio and end at 1:32am. Thanks!
2am on 04May2015, I left for tacos...
[Twitter notes] emails from my mother, catching up with TweetHearts 4:53pm to 6:44pm... Relocated to watch news at 7pm.
Got my dance trance on. Back online doing other parts of my job by 8:14pm. Checked in with Bogart before going outside to wait for the bus just after 9pm. I was at my once-regular 24-hour diner by 10:13pm.
Get 05May details off Twitter. Especially the thwarting of Boeset.
Succinctly, in the morning, Obama had resolved to no longer roofie but to just attack me to make me pass out then abuse my already. So, furious over my complete lack of personal safety due to ALL of my loved ones forced a way from me, particularly anyone who could protect me from physical abuse. It was clear my darlings Tentacle and may not EVER be able to see each other again.
I was recently abused by Obama just that morning and afternoon. I was begging the world to finally enforce my physical safety. I had been asking my darlings Tentacles to...
[Twitter archive until 3:29pm on 06May2015...] Then, spoke to the world as much as possible... as much as possible...
5pm called my mom 7pm news
Red was there.
9pm Caught ugly mustache STILL NOT ARRESTED
9:13pm caught "Wes" STILL NOT ARRESTED
11:16pm stalker who once physically assaulted me STILL NOT ARRRESTED
11:36pm Kevin wanted we to go to Harvel's. [twitter]. I never went in. I took the $5 Kevin gave me for the door to the Jack in the Box for overdue food.
12:28am tacos. They felt strange. Woke up 1:31am on7May. I had been attacked.
Sought coffee. Only found decaf. Chemicals in roofied breakfast were very slow acting. After losing balance competely possibly up to five times, dragged myself into this Starbucks at 5am. I knew I had to sleep off the drugs.
Had first sip of coffee after woke up naturally at 6:26am. My body hurt everywhere. I had new skin infections EVERYWHERE. My shoulders have NEVER hurt so much before in my life. I NEED BODYGUARDS!!! Subpoena all footage possible,
Someone please guard me finally!
6:59am a new grey-hair
On conversation that morning....a new enemy of humanity, the woman to my left, identified herself for tagging and tracking,,,
2;18pm I woke up naturally after not knowing I fell asleep...
"3. why is this BITCH STILL FREE TO COMMIT heinous crime after crime"
Was on my iPad screen already when I opened it. I was forced to be knocked out and assaulted, it seemed, due to long acting sedatives from my morning coffee or from attack and injection, while trying to report the REPEAT war criminal female fake-cop on the bicycle who kept telling me for days she identified me while still refusing to identify me.
Please circulate a verified, chronological, and barely-edited from internal and external equipment with timestamps on EVERY frame of every recording with full audio and visuals to the entire world immediately.
Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization has been intentionally attempting to invalidate a report SOMEONE COMPLETELY RELIABLE TOLD ME he/she made to the FBI the previous night. Thus, their escalation of roofies in food and drink I have consumed and attacks on my battered body since I made it.
Please note, all attacks since that report are a completely different modus operandi from those done to me while I carried the fake, radioactive(?), IOWAN reloadable gift card that caused periodic seizures and black outs in me the entire time I carried it. I had no such seizures nor blackouts since ditching the card, just heavy sedation and physical weakness caused by heavy chemicals introduced to my food and drink to make me vulnerable AGAIN to Obama's systemic rape of me. They returned to roofies and escalated them.
Subpoena all security surveillance, nanotechnology and otherwise. I just woke up in a public place beside a fountain. The only thing aching is my shoulders. No new objects are stolen. But I have new skin infections EVERYWHERE.
This is further hard evidence that I need my darlings Tentacle as bodyguards IMMEDIATELY if not an unenslaved life with my REAL husband IMMEDIATELY, and ALL refusal to listen to me on how to solve the greatest crisis the U.S. has ever faced is both open war against America and treason but also crimes against the entire planet. ("FEMA has been warned.").
It has been all chemicals and physical assault all the time since that anonymous tip to the FBI last night, proving the tip's accuracy also proving the more controlled my environment, especially the more controlled my food and drink especially the forced removal of sage caffeine from my life, the more and escalating danger I will ALWAYS be in. Send my unfettered darlings Tentacle with no earspeakers but full human rights to me IMMEDIATELY! Or take me directly to my unfettered husband! The world gives you no other options now!
https://twitter.com/friscosquid/status/596439720571207680
Photos 1) 2) 3) 4) 5)
Updated my iCloud just after 6:39pm on 02May. Walked down the street and found an old friend from 2010. When his music ended and while he was beyond reluctant to leave me, a dear friend found me and hugged me. He bought me coffee and a tiny snack. Eventually, we perched on my conversation patio.
By 9:10pm How many did these two kill by propogating lies about me already? And they are still here free to kill more people!
Tales of Brave Ulysses
Bitch caught for unrelenting verbal abuse at 9:54pm
With one look
Caught for 'Beach incident' at 10:21pm
"Citizen's arrest" and 'Wes" were three doors down in the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity
Before 10:45pm, my friend had passed out on the patio
I walked to the restroom after explaining ... to Roger inside.
Michael had been inside for a while, by 11:59pm Ugly Mustache had appeared.
03May2015...
6:53am...3rd time in 12hours I was unsafe due to the presence of he pretending to be "Lance Armstrong." This time he was irrationally screaming at me to "Take meds, you psychiatric bitch!" I am NOT War Criminal Boeset, the only person I know who needs psychiatric meds, so I was sure he had identified me as someone who merely looked like me. I asked him, "What is my name? How did you identify me?" He just kept screaming irrationally and hostilely went away. #SquidsPoA, every charge imaginable against that established perjuring bastard, start with covering up war crimes.
Caught two doughnut shops before buying two doughnuts at the grocery store. Still no Richard. Roofied on patio built for me. I have no idea how they made me pass out. 12:44am on playland.
Straight to Tentacle.
10:43pm at least half an hour of their greatest reluctance EVER to leave me...
11:03pm on conversation patio listening to Rihanna.
9505 5103 5307 5121 0135 56
11:33pm LightFoot and General Lee. I giggled and sang.
Verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals; begin the moment that bitch entered my conversation patio and end at 1:32am. Thanks!
2am on 04May2015, I left for tacos...
[Twitter notes] emails from my mother, catching up with TweetHearts 4:53pm to 6:44pm... Relocated to watch news at 7pm.
Got my dance trance on. Back online doing other parts of my job by 8:14pm. Checked in with Bogart before going outside to wait for the bus just after 9pm. I was at my once-regular 24-hour diner by 10:13pm.
Get 05May details off Twitter. Especially the thwarting of Boeset.
Succinctly, in the morning, Obama had resolved to no longer roofie but to just attack me to make me pass out then abuse my already. So, furious over my complete lack of personal safety due to ALL of my loved ones forced a way from me, particularly anyone who could protect me from physical abuse. It was clear my darlings Tentacle and may not EVER be able to see each other again.
I was recently abused by Obama just that morning and afternoon. I was begging the world to finally enforce my physical safety. I had been asking my darlings Tentacles to...
[Twitter archive until 3:29pm on 06May2015...] Then, spoke to the world as much as possible... as much as possible...
5pm called my mom 7pm news
Red was there.
9pm Caught ugly mustache STILL NOT ARRESTED
9:13pm caught "Wes" STILL NOT ARRESTED
11:16pm stalker who once physically assaulted me STILL NOT ARRRESTED
11:36pm Kevin wanted we to go to Harvel's. [twitter]. I never went in. I took the $5 Kevin gave me for the door to the Jack in the Box for overdue food.
12:28am tacos. They felt strange. Woke up 1:31am on7May. I had been attacked.
Sought coffee. Only found decaf. Chemicals in roofied breakfast were very slow acting. After losing balance competely possibly up to five times, dragged myself into this Starbucks at 5am. I knew I had to sleep off the drugs.
Had first sip of coffee after woke up naturally at 6:26am. My body hurt everywhere. I had new skin infections EVERYWHERE. My shoulders have NEVER hurt so much before in my life. I NEED BODYGUARDS!!! Subpoena all footage possible,
Someone please guard me finally!
6:59am a new grey-hair
On conversation that morning....a new enemy of humanity, the woman to my left, identified herself for tagging and tracking,,,
2;18pm I woke up naturally after not knowing I fell asleep...
"3. why is this BITCH STILL FREE TO COMMIT heinous crime after crime"
Was on my iPad screen already when I opened it. I was forced to be knocked out and assaulted, it seemed, due to long acting sedatives from my morning coffee or from attack and injection, while trying to report the REPEAT war criminal female fake-cop on the bicycle who kept telling me for days she identified me while still refusing to identify me.
Please circulate a verified, chronological, and barely-edited from internal and external equipment with timestamps on EVERY frame of every recording with full audio and visuals to the entire world immediately.
Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization has been intentionally attempting to invalidate a report SOMEONE COMPLETELY RELIABLE TOLD ME he/she made to the FBI the previous night. Thus, their escalation of roofies in food and drink I have consumed and attacks on my battered body since I made it.
Please note, all attacks since that report are a completely different modus operandi from those done to me while I carried the fake, radioactive(?), IOWAN reloadable gift card that caused periodic seizures and black outs in me the entire time I carried it. I had no such seizures nor blackouts since ditching the card, just heavy sedation and physical weakness caused by heavy chemicals introduced to my food and drink to make me vulnerable AGAIN to Obama's systemic rape of me. They returned to roofies and escalated them.
Subpoena all security surveillance, nanotechnology and otherwise. I just woke up in a public place beside a fountain. The only thing aching is my shoulders. No new objects are stolen. But I have new skin infections EVERYWHERE.
This is further hard evidence that I need my darlings Tentacle as bodyguards IMMEDIATELY if not an unenslaved life with my REAL husband IMMEDIATELY, and ALL refusal to listen to me on how to solve the greatest crisis the U.S. has ever faced is both open war against America and treason but also crimes against the entire planet. ("FEMA has been warned.").
It has been all chemicals and physical assault all the time since that anonymous tip to the FBI last night, proving the tip's accuracy also proving the more controlled my environment, especially the more controlled my food and drink especially the forced removal of sage caffeine from my life, the more and escalating danger I will ALWAYS be in. Send my unfettered darlings Tentacle with no earspeakers but full human rights to me IMMEDIATELY! Or take me directly to my unfettered husband! The world gives you no other options now!
https://twitter.com/friscosquid/status/596439720571207680
Photos 1) 2) 3) 4) 5)
??Apr2015 Appendix-- My Days and Nights with my Mother from 16Apr to 20Apr2015
??Apr2015 Appendix-- My Weekend with my Mother from 16Apr to 20Apr2015: An Enumerated List
1)Why my mother came to town at all... I told her "that is why you're here, mom," almost the moment I saw her and hugged her on that balcony patio on Thursday 16Apr2015, and I told my darling's Tentacle "You know that pain," almost the moment we were all together Friday night 17Apr2015.
2)How did I get my mother into town at all?
3)Verified and continuous recording with full audio and visuals responsibly-edited from every angle from the moment I woke up Friday 17Apr2025 until I shut off the television. Please do what you have to do to respect my physical modesty.
4)Why did I stay in that rape-and-slavery hotel room at all? Yes, the entire world tried to protect me there, but such is the reality of Obama-controlled living arrangements.
5)The "plea deal" we gave my mother.
6)A summary of my insights from my time with my darlings Tentacle on the night of 17Apt2015.
7)Why I enjoy spending time with my mother.
8)My walk up and down my playland with my mother on 18Apr2015 with everyone trying to stall me from [?] every step of the way.
9)A brief summary if my highlights at Universal Studios with my mother on 19Apr2015 including where I paused to watch the news after.
10)My explanation of my REAL relationship with my darlings Tentacle and why I insist they must have my diplomatic immunity extended to them as my staff. They can actually be near me, so they need carte blanche to keep me safe, to heal me, and once possible, to never have to leave me.
Yes, I have a unique and beautiful relationship with each of the Queen's Lovers 5. My two Royal Consorts carry burdens no one should have to bear especially their obligation to return me to my husband once capable of it, yet my Sweetness is the only king in this town.
11)My body bends space and time. "Could you be more of a nerd?" Giggle. The challenge to a game if original edition Star Wars Trivial Pursuit. "If you want a nerd smackdown, I'll teach you set theory on a bar napkin." LightFoot followed my introduction to Manifold Theory weeks ago just fine. ADSR, he called himself an ontologist after all. And that us why I look so good in a Misses size 14 dress.
1)Why my mother came to town at all... I told her "that is why you're here, mom," almost the moment I saw her and hugged her on that balcony patio on Thursday 16Apr2015, and I told my darling's Tentacle "You know that pain," almost the moment we were all together Friday night 17Apr2015.
2)How did I get my mother into town at all?
3)Verified and continuous recording with full audio and visuals responsibly-edited from every angle from the moment I woke up Friday 17Apr2025 until I shut off the television. Please do what you have to do to respect my physical modesty.
4)Why did I stay in that rape-and-slavery hotel room at all? Yes, the entire world tried to protect me there, but such is the reality of Obama-controlled living arrangements.
5)The "plea deal" we gave my mother.
6)A summary of my insights from my time with my darlings Tentacle on the night of 17Apt2015.
7)Why I enjoy spending time with my mother.
8)My walk up and down my playland with my mother on 18Apr2015 with everyone trying to stall me from [?] every step of the way.
9)A brief summary if my highlights at Universal Studios with my mother on 19Apr2015 including where I paused to watch the news after.
10)My explanation of my REAL relationship with my darlings Tentacle and why I insist they must have my diplomatic immunity extended to them as my staff. They can actually be near me, so they need carte blanche to keep me safe, to heal me, and once possible, to never have to leave me.
Yes, I have a unique and beautiful relationship with each of the Queen's Lovers 5. My two Royal Consorts carry burdens no one should have to bear especially their obligation to return me to my husband once capable of it, yet my Sweetness is the only king in this town.
11)My body bends space and time. "Could you be more of a nerd?" Giggle. The challenge to a game if original edition Star Wars Trivial Pursuit. "If you want a nerd smackdown, I'll teach you set theory on a bar napkin." LightFoot followed my introduction to Manifold Theory weeks ago just fine. ADSR, he called himself an ontologist after all. And that us why I look so good in a Misses size 14 dress.
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Squids Don't Take (Expletive) from Anyone.
Title: Squids Don't Take (Expletive) from Anyone.
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post.
My last blog post was post-dated 9:25pm on 26Apr2015 not long before my darling Denmantau finished our mutual exploration of the divine universe. They were so reluctant to leave me. I giggled and told them, "You should have seen my darling Mr. Rivers Cuomo trying to leave me."
Somewhere around 10:03pm, I found the metaphorical line of Reese's pieces my royal consort Mr. Krist "LightFoot" Novoselic and my darling Mr. Tom "MannedUp" Hanson had left me. I gave them my dry sarcastic, "How am I supposed to get any blogging done when you keep my life so interesting?" the moment I was right in front of them, and our spiritual sweeping away of gossamer cobwebs from amongst the stars of the night sky also began just as immediately.
And it was just as reluctantly they left my lonely side.
It was interesting at my 24-hour convenience store. [Details in Twitter archive.] The requests already made for recordings...
In the wee hours of 27Apr2015, as I sat on a park bench across the street from my 24-hour convenience store and with my mind occupied with work, I looked up and saw LightFoot and MannedUp in my 24-hour convenience store.
I am no mind-reader; I can only read hearts. They were angry. They were also not in the store very long.
I continued thinking on and working on what I was doing before getting up to relocate. After walking a short distance, I was surprised to notice my darling musician-lovers on a park bench not far away. When they even tried to head down the street I was headed down myself, I naturally assumed they had shown up to be my bodyguards. Again, I cannot read minds; I can only read hearts. They were very protective and very angry and still forbidden from speaking to me.
I queued my darling Mr. Jimmy Buffet's Smart Woman (in a Real Short Skirt), but my musician lovers were distracted by a conversation with a large woman when I passed them. I proceeded to the Chevron station past the library, where I had once met my darling Mr. Ziggy Marley so long ago, to use the restroom.
Upon returning to my playland, they were nowhere to be found, so I sent this tweet...
:am on 27Apr2015:
[Details in Twitter.]
I did eventually learn what my darlings LightFoot and MannedUp did that morning. That was their choice. I did not ask them. I have long likened my royal consort to the Muppet named Animal, not just because of his hair but because he is his Freudian Id.
My beloved Krist is not controlled by his Ego; he is driven by his Id. It is because he is so morally good that we can trust him to act without structuring logical arguments before hand like I do.
When I heard the rumors my two musician-lovers both earned the Congressional Medal of Freedom for everything that had happened during 26Apr and 27Apr2015, my logical-structuring to bring us all sweet kisses of satisfaction went into overdrive. Yey, I digress.
Just after 3am, all alone, I found a safe place to sleep. That location will remain unnamed, but I woke up at 7:28am surrounded by an invisible moat full of alligators worried their hammering was too loud for me.
Richard. Stolen from while running errands. That particular CVS caused nationwide and international rioting that morning, not just attacks on innocent CVS stores everywhere.
Could not have made that point better than when I woke up at 5:15pm safely. I had asked for someone anyone to make laws enforced again. I later learned... Richard.
Established I am invited to Richard's regular daily schedule anytime. Music videos.
7:35pm As a grad student working on my PhD in Mathematics at Johns Hopkins in 2001, my darling Ms. Laura Diener from Pikesville, whom I met in 1997 while studying Shakespeare together at Cambridge University in the UK, used to take me everywhere from the Zodiac (beside the movie theater where I saw Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon with my darling Ms. Gwen "Molly" Armbruster) for late night snacks and coffee to the Owl Bar in Mount Vernon for cocktails. I love you Baltimore. As Mrs. Peacock and Ms. Scarlet, Laura and I met Molly on a dance floor at Fells Point on Halloween. My darling Mrs. Sue Lynn Woo Donn was my old roommate at the Marylander in Charles Village. She was in grad school for mechanical engineering then. I met my darling Mr. Oleg Yvgenyvich Gerovichev at Hopkins, too. He's one of my old, "He's with me," dates I sneaked past doormen into night clubs. Baltimore, do you know what you mean to me? Ask the Political Science department of JHU about me some time. Please do not destroy the CITY (Is Baltimore County fine, too?) where I first learned I am beautiful not just intelligent. Please! That is what Baltimore means to me. You taught me I am beautiful.
News at 8pm. Kevin. Denmantau. Reality smackdown at 24hr store; video requested through Twitter. Kevin. Movie until 12:49am. 24hr store pretty much behaved itself until 3am.
Relocated to well-established safe place to sleep that I only visit rarely. Woke up at 7:28am. Richard was not on his regular daily schedule. Short detour on my way to first sky haven.
Drama over the travel coffee mug. Highlights reel includes, "Download your digital tiddlywinks." And comparison of my hacked webcam with my unhacked webcam(U know what I look like for REAL). "They can't [libel] me a 'vagrant' [and convince anybody of that obvious lie because of 27Feb, 23Apr] because I have a job.]"
CVS. Patio of Syrak'N'Shake. Legal consultation. Smackdown; recording already requested? Serenade. 12:10am on 29Apr2015, Kevin appeared only to disappear by 1:37am.
Wandered to my local 7-11 to wait until the coffee shops opened at 5am. Found Richard. Such a darling. Worked online before my regularly scheduled sleep on my playland watched by surveillance cameras.
Woke up at 4:04pm covered in dirt and with new skin infections but had no time to take care of it until after A LOT of work. Please check my verified Twitter archive.
-----Begin Email Text-----
From: Mrs. Diña Albon Varilek
Date: Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Subject: ?
To: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
Look for a rental for yourself around $700-$800 so you can have roof over your head and nice warm showers.
I love you so much.
mom
-----End Email Text-----
Number of points...
-----Begin Email Text-----
From: HRH Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek Date: 29Apr2015 Subject: 5:40pm email to my mother... To: Mrs. Diñadar Albon Varilek
NEVER will I allow more rape-and-slavery-mandated living conditions for me. Have you seen the property taxes I pay on my actually-safe-to-live-in homeS already?!? Tell Obama's fucking asshole war criminals, NO they have NO PERMISSION to put cameras I am forbidden from knowing about everywhere I live especially in my bathrooms! No, I only go from here to a safe home with bodyguards I approve of. Mom, stop doing ANYTHING they tell you to do! Everything they order is designed to throw me away. Remember our hotel room?
--TanTan
-----End Email Text-----
Checked in with Bogart. Was at dedicated hotspot by 6:06pm.
7:17pm on 29Apr2015: I wake up every day and do my REAL job under the most impossible of living conditions forced on me against my will, and I do my job with exceptionalness. Under my burden and under my suffering, I can only wake up every day to do my REAL thankless job because I know my husband loves me. Yet, I am only physically safe enough, fed enough, caffeinated enough, healed enough, and beloved enough to be alive at all right now because of me REAL Metropolis of Angels who are willing to die just so I can still exist in this world. Thank everyone you can recognize from my darlings Tentacle to Richard. And thank everyone you cannot recognize from my international community who keep my loved ones safe beside me.
NBC Nightly News as fast as possible after. 9pm local Jack in the Box for standing in invitation for dinner with Richard.
9:28pm on 29Apr2015: Obama's war criminal organization are demanding I not be in my normal day-to-day safe place where my people have always found me to feed me, be with me, protect me, see me, and ask me all their questions-- my well-documented conversation patio.
The three I most recently turned in for federal and international prosecution, ugly mustache, Michael, and Hassan are all inside my 24-hour convenience store. Add Luis, and they would be the four horsemen of the apocalypse.
You know their recent history of persecuting me at all costs to humanity. Less than a week ago, they almost caused thermonuclear war, or so was rumored, by intentionally attempting to force me off my well-documented conversation patio. Archival footage of 19Mar2015, please.
SquidName:Handsome was already requested.
Their open act to force immediate physical danger and unrelenting assassination attempts against me if not just to make sure my loving locals cannot feed me as usual, especially now, is further proof I NEED my darlings #Tentacle as bodyguards 24/7 with all backup possible. @CIA @FBI @DeptofDefense @DHSgov @Martin_Dempsey
Thank you, my beautiful world.
At 9:55pm, my tennis player friend Tony, who was one of my first hard witnesses to my once-loving 24-hour convenience store's physical assaults and globally-destabilizing persecution of me during the day shift, as per usual, handed me $5 "for coffee."
Not the first time I saw him, but the first time we spoke, Tony bought me a Rock Star Energy Drink just because I was sitting on my conversation patio suffering persecution in the first place. He is a great friend!
And that, my beautiful world, is just one example of how my adoptive city and my Metropolis of Angels has used every excuse possible to keep alive until Obama's "egg" is finally demolished.
Self-perpetuating cycle of tacos, trying to flesh out blog notes by 10:51pm...
Far too much work to do but interrupted by conversation that ended at 2:16am while my royal consort Krist "LightFoot" Novoselic and I were singing each other love songs. Did anyone see the proper way to behave around me, especially the part about touching me, as displayed by Bogart on our only date? Please begin the verified and unedited recording 30sec before he interrupted me and end at 2:18am. Thx!
3am 5am [Check Twitter for times.] First sky haven, only the guilty party which we had just caught was still open. Second sky haven by 1:32pm. [Check Twitter for times.] I left of my accord. A little shopping with my husband. No darlings Tentacle, so I took the bus to Venice Beach. The night was lovely and full of blogging.
A few conversations. I touched the ocean before checking in at the same bus stop where I had gotten off the bus. I eft at :am.
The long ride to Disneyland. Outside their gates before 7am, inside before 8am. Did you see me outside the gates? By 9:44am, caught up with TweetHearts. 11am perch. Roofied. The best time for asskickings is when I am in a bad mood. Straight to Trader Sam's wobbly but fortified with with defiance.
By 12:42pm, "You must not do this professionally." Recording, please. Do you comprehend the level of customer service mandated in each and every REAL Disney employee no matter who the guest is they are serving?
4:19pm Trader Sam's woke me up after THEIR roofie of me to be able to throw me out. DESTROY everyone who ever roofied me, now.
Had to endure a REALLY BAD conversation after I paused to collect myself on a park bench. The Ry Bradley Band made it clear they were already there for me and FURIOUS. I gave them a brief update on my way to debrief with the federal government. [Details in Twitter.]
By 6:27pm, I was by my light post saying, "Hello." From the cameras inside and out...
10:24pm checking in and updating world before waiting for Metro.
Slept by choice en route. Woke safe and surrounded by love.
In downtown LA eating a late dinner and fleshing out overdue blog notes by 2am
Left just after 4am for a wifi hotspot. In my adoptive city by 6am. Reported human rights abuses in failures of the justice system. [Twitter] NBC Nightly News at 7am. At normal daily 7:30am meeting place, no Richard just an compulsive stalker who physically assaulted me once.
Sat by a fountain to eat, sing a little, write a little, clean out my new computer bag, and treat my skin infection. Online in ... by 10:15am. Took a break for lunch a..
[notes to add]
Woke up at 7:34am, but I was not drugged to cause that black out. I was attacked awake and drugged to sleep through it remembering nothing. Previously that morning, twice I had been thrown out of proven safe places for me to work at all hours. In the third place I perched that morning, I was attacked and abused every way they had time for.
When I was ready to get up, I ran some minor errands...
The bus arrived at 1:37pm. It looked like Obama's terrorist organization was taking a bus full of potential war criminals over his barricade. Watch them; I did not exist to any of them. Debacle after I left the bus. Online by 3:11pm.
I published this post at :pm on 2015.
This blog post was published at :pm on 2015.
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 selfless support system,..
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney,...
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,...
My darling Mr. KrisT "LightFoot" Novoselic, now I will briefly go over the timeline of what happened, from my (never-fail) perspective, since we established on 26Apr2015 in front of all of humanity (through the latest greatest space-age technology both inside my body and out) that we have a REAL romantic, though star-crossed, relationship. Which was your better Sunday night? Last Sunday or the one before it?
I assume after you and MannedUp were taken away from me AGAIN against all our wills, you saw the surveillance tapes of all my battered body endures EVERY TIME I sleep. And I had told you to your face that evening of 26Apr that I could not remember the last time I had slept voluntarily; I had only slept against my will after being knocked out from roofies for almost weeks due to TOO MUCH CONTROL of me and my surroundings, especially all of my food and drink, by Obama and his proven unamerican war criminal terrorist organization and infestation.
I had been screaming for you, my REAL boyfriend, to be permitted to be my bodyguard since such attacks began, abuse of my battered body due only to my environment being too completely unsafe for me due to too much control of me and my surroundings by Obama and his proven unamerican war criminal infestation of my home and elsewhere.
Yes, after the fact, on 27Apr2015, I figured out that you and my darling musician-lover Mr. Tom "MannedUp" Hanson had side-by-side started beating the living (expletive) out of everyone you could identify who had ever hurt me and who had Obama's internationally criminal impunity to NEVER be arrested for any of it thereby forcing me to stay the involuntary victim of their repeat, compulsive most heinous human rights abuses known to mankind against me.
I also assumed you knew this already...
9:21am on 27Apr2015: My beautiful world, if you love me, you will enforce REAL laws-- Obama's rules are only crimes. We need laws enforced.
After doing my job online mostly through my Twitter account, including saving countless lives of REAL law enforcement officers and making statements against rioting, etc., the morning of 27Apr2015, I slept completely unguarded on the ledge outside the public library like a rock from before 11am to just about 5:15pm when I woke up naturally. No harm befell me at all. None of my unguarded belongings were missing nor damaged. I had no new skin infections.
NO HARM BEFELL ME WHILE I SLEPT COMPLETELY UNGUARDED AFTER YOU AND YOUR BEST FRIEND WENT AROUND MY ADOPTIVE CITY BEATING UP, or so I was told (And Obama forbids me from knowing anything that goes on at all.), EVERYONE WHO OBAMA'S WAR CRIMINAL INFESTATION REFUSED TO ARREST FOR PROVEN PHYSICAL, SEXUAL, AND HUMAN RIGHTS ABUSE OF ME! And, yes, SynSyn's stellar court action is how we LEGALLY established their REAL guilt.
Yes, for the first time since Obama's inescapable-by-design "egg" of slavery and war crimes was first established for me to suffer under involuntarily and without any knowledge, laws were finally enforced around me.
No one ever feared law enforcement nor the justice system enough not to choose to hurt me-and-specifically-me-by-design-of-Obama's-rules (which have only ever been crimes and never laws) unrelentingly before, but all of a sudden on 27Apr2015, people finally felt a need to obey REAL laws around me. As a result of actions both of you bravely chose to take yourselves with my never asking, I was finally physically safe. My entire world who rely on me thank you, not just my people, my nation, and my home whom I serve thanklessly 24/7. And, yes, my darlings, to you I am foreverly personally grateful, too, with all my heart and soul.
And because you did irrefutable good for humanity everywhere by making me physically safe every place you can reach, you were all forbidden from ever being near me to keep me safe again. My darlings Tentacle, I miss you.
11:01am on 28Apr2015: @RT_com 1/5)Protecting people who commit war crimes against me makes you a war criminal.
11:01am on 28Apr2015: 2/5)NO ONE has a right to commit the war crimes against me and America in the first place.
11:01am on 28Apr2015: 3/5)No one has a right to protection after destabilizing humanity after singling me out for worse treatment than anyone else receives."
11:01am on 28Apr2015: 4/5)Furthermore, no one is safe when I CANNOT do my REAL job. Ask police officers in Baltimore.,
11:01am on 28Apr2015: 5/5)How peaceful are people around me? How peaceful are people not around me?
Darling, ask my beautiful world who needs protection, me or Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization that infest our home committing the most heinous human rights abuses possible against all of us?
KrisT, it is YOUR job collectively as both of my royal consorts to keep me physically safe at all times. Go get your backup, and tell me what is stopping you from reaching me.
Bogart,...
Sweetness, I love and adore you...
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post.
My last blog post was post-dated 9:25pm on 26Apr2015 not long before my darling Denmantau finished our mutual exploration of the divine universe. They were so reluctant to leave me. I giggled and told them, "You should have seen my darling Mr. Rivers Cuomo trying to leave me."
Somewhere around 10:03pm, I found the metaphorical line of Reese's pieces my royal consort Mr. Krist "LightFoot" Novoselic and my darling Mr. Tom "MannedUp" Hanson had left me. I gave them my dry sarcastic, "How am I supposed to get any blogging done when you keep my life so interesting?" the moment I was right in front of them, and our spiritual sweeping away of gossamer cobwebs from amongst the stars of the night sky also began just as immediately.
And it was just as reluctantly they left my lonely side.
It was interesting at my 24-hour convenience store. [Details in Twitter archive.] The requests already made for recordings...
In the wee hours of 27Apr2015, as I sat on a park bench across the street from my 24-hour convenience store and with my mind occupied with work, I looked up and saw LightFoot and MannedUp in my 24-hour convenience store.
I am no mind-reader; I can only read hearts. They were angry. They were also not in the store very long.
I continued thinking on and working on what I was doing before getting up to relocate. After walking a short distance, I was surprised to notice my darling musician-lovers on a park bench not far away. When they even tried to head down the street I was headed down myself, I naturally assumed they had shown up to be my bodyguards. Again, I cannot read minds; I can only read hearts. They were very protective and very angry and still forbidden from speaking to me.
I queued my darling Mr. Jimmy Buffet's Smart Woman (in a Real Short Skirt), but my musician lovers were distracted by a conversation with a large woman when I passed them. I proceeded to the Chevron station past the library, where I had once met my darling Mr. Ziggy Marley so long ago, to use the restroom.
Upon returning to my playland, they were nowhere to be found, so I sent this tweet...
:am on 27Apr2015:
[Details in Twitter.]
I did eventually learn what my darlings LightFoot and MannedUp did that morning. That was their choice. I did not ask them. I have long likened my royal consort to the Muppet named Animal, not just because of his hair but because he is his Freudian Id.
My beloved Krist is not controlled by his Ego; he is driven by his Id. It is because he is so morally good that we can trust him to act without structuring logical arguments before hand like I do.
When I heard the rumors my two musician-lovers both earned the Congressional Medal of Freedom for everything that had happened during 26Apr and 27Apr2015, my logical-structuring to bring us all sweet kisses of satisfaction went into overdrive. Yey, I digress.
Just after 3am, all alone, I found a safe place to sleep. That location will remain unnamed, but I woke up at 7:28am surrounded by an invisible moat full of alligators worried their hammering was too loud for me.
Richard. Stolen from while running errands. That particular CVS caused nationwide and international rioting that morning, not just attacks on innocent CVS stores everywhere.
Could not have made that point better than when I woke up at 5:15pm safely. I had asked for someone anyone to make laws enforced again. I later learned... Richard.
Established I am invited to Richard's regular daily schedule anytime. Music videos.
7:35pm As a grad student working on my PhD in Mathematics at Johns Hopkins in 2001, my darling Ms. Laura Diener from Pikesville, whom I met in 1997 while studying Shakespeare together at Cambridge University in the UK, used to take me everywhere from the Zodiac (beside the movie theater where I saw Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon with my darling Ms. Gwen "Molly" Armbruster) for late night snacks and coffee to the Owl Bar in Mount Vernon for cocktails. I love you Baltimore. As Mrs. Peacock and Ms. Scarlet, Laura and I met Molly on a dance floor at Fells Point on Halloween. My darling Mrs. Sue Lynn Woo Donn was my old roommate at the Marylander in Charles Village. She was in grad school for mechanical engineering then. I met my darling Mr. Oleg Yvgenyvich Gerovichev at Hopkins, too. He's one of my old, "He's with me," dates I sneaked past doormen into night clubs. Baltimore, do you know what you mean to me? Ask the Political Science department of JHU about me some time. Please do not destroy the CITY (Is Baltimore County fine, too?) where I first learned I am beautiful not just intelligent. Please! That is what Baltimore means to me. You taught me I am beautiful.
News at 8pm. Kevin. Denmantau. Reality smackdown at 24hr store; video requested through Twitter. Kevin. Movie until 12:49am. 24hr store pretty much behaved itself until 3am.
Relocated to well-established safe place to sleep that I only visit rarely. Woke up at 7:28am. Richard was not on his regular daily schedule. Short detour on my way to first sky haven.
Drama over the travel coffee mug. Highlights reel includes, "Download your digital tiddlywinks." And comparison of my hacked webcam with my unhacked webcam(U know what I look like for REAL). "They can't [libel] me a 'vagrant' [and convince anybody of that obvious lie because of 27Feb, 23Apr] because I have a job.]"
CVS. Patio of Syrak'N'Shake. Legal consultation. Smackdown; recording already requested? Serenade. 12:10am on 29Apr2015, Kevin appeared only to disappear by 1:37am.
Wandered to my local 7-11 to wait until the coffee shops opened at 5am. Found Richard. Such a darling. Worked online before my regularly scheduled sleep on my playland watched by surveillance cameras.
Woke up at 4:04pm covered in dirt and with new skin infections but had no time to take care of it until after A LOT of work. Please check my verified Twitter archive.
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From: Mrs. Diña Albon Varilek
Date: Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Subject: ?
To: Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek
Look for a rental for yourself around $700-$800 so you can have roof over your head and nice warm showers.
I love you so much.
mom
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Number of points...
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From: HRH Tanya Hedelisa Albon Depp de Varilek Date: 29Apr2015 Subject: 5:40pm email to my mother... To: Mrs. Diñadar Albon Varilek
NEVER will I allow more rape-and-slavery-mandated living conditions for me. Have you seen the property taxes I pay on my actually-safe-to-live-in homeS already?!? Tell Obama's fucking asshole war criminals, NO they have NO PERMISSION to put cameras I am forbidden from knowing about everywhere I live especially in my bathrooms! No, I only go from here to a safe home with bodyguards I approve of. Mom, stop doing ANYTHING they tell you to do! Everything they order is designed to throw me away. Remember our hotel room?
--TanTan
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Checked in with Bogart. Was at dedicated hotspot by 6:06pm.
7:17pm on 29Apr2015: I wake up every day and do my REAL job under the most impossible of living conditions forced on me against my will, and I do my job with exceptionalness. Under my burden and under my suffering, I can only wake up every day to do my REAL thankless job because I know my husband loves me. Yet, I am only physically safe enough, fed enough, caffeinated enough, healed enough, and beloved enough to be alive at all right now because of me REAL Metropolis of Angels who are willing to die just so I can still exist in this world. Thank everyone you can recognize from my darlings Tentacle to Richard. And thank everyone you cannot recognize from my international community who keep my loved ones safe beside me.
NBC Nightly News as fast as possible after. 9pm local Jack in the Box for standing in invitation for dinner with Richard.
9:28pm on 29Apr2015: Obama's war criminal organization are demanding I not be in my normal day-to-day safe place where my people have always found me to feed me, be with me, protect me, see me, and ask me all their questions-- my well-documented conversation patio.
The three I most recently turned in for federal and international prosecution, ugly mustache, Michael, and Hassan are all inside my 24-hour convenience store. Add Luis, and they would be the four horsemen of the apocalypse.
You know their recent history of persecuting me at all costs to humanity. Less than a week ago, they almost caused thermonuclear war, or so was rumored, by intentionally attempting to force me off my well-documented conversation patio. Archival footage of 19Mar2015, please.
SquidName:Handsome was already requested.
Their open act to force immediate physical danger and unrelenting assassination attempts against me if not just to make sure my loving locals cannot feed me as usual, especially now, is further proof I NEED my darlings #Tentacle as bodyguards 24/7 with all backup possible. @CIA @FBI @DeptofDefense @DHSgov @Martin_Dempsey
Thank you, my beautiful world.
At 9:55pm, my tennis player friend Tony, who was one of my first hard witnesses to my once-loving 24-hour convenience store's physical assaults and globally-destabilizing persecution of me during the day shift, as per usual, handed me $5 "for coffee."
Not the first time I saw him, but the first time we spoke, Tony bought me a Rock Star Energy Drink just because I was sitting on my conversation patio suffering persecution in the first place. He is a great friend!
And that, my beautiful world, is just one example of how my adoptive city and my Metropolis of Angels has used every excuse possible to keep alive until Obama's "egg" is finally demolished.
Self-perpetuating cycle of tacos, trying to flesh out blog notes by 10:51pm...
Far too much work to do but interrupted by conversation that ended at 2:16am while my royal consort Krist "LightFoot" Novoselic and I were singing each other love songs. Did anyone see the proper way to behave around me, especially the part about touching me, as displayed by Bogart on our only date? Please begin the verified and unedited recording 30sec before he interrupted me and end at 2:18am. Thx!
3am 5am [Check Twitter for times.] First sky haven, only the guilty party which we had just caught was still open. Second sky haven by 1:32pm. [Check Twitter for times.] I left of my accord. A little shopping with my husband. No darlings Tentacle, so I took the bus to Venice Beach. The night was lovely and full of blogging.
A few conversations. I touched the ocean before checking in at the same bus stop where I had gotten off the bus. I eft at :am.
The long ride to Disneyland. Outside their gates before 7am, inside before 8am. Did you see me outside the gates? By 9:44am, caught up with TweetHearts. 11am perch. Roofied. The best time for asskickings is when I am in a bad mood. Straight to Trader Sam's wobbly but fortified with with defiance.
By 12:42pm, "You must not do this professionally." Recording, please. Do you comprehend the level of customer service mandated in each and every REAL Disney employee no matter who the guest is they are serving?
4:19pm Trader Sam's woke me up after THEIR roofie of me to be able to throw me out. DESTROY everyone who ever roofied me, now.
Had to endure a REALLY BAD conversation after I paused to collect myself on a park bench. The Ry Bradley Band made it clear they were already there for me and FURIOUS. I gave them a brief update on my way to debrief with the federal government. [Details in Twitter.]
By 6:27pm, I was by my light post saying, "Hello." From the cameras inside and out...
10:24pm checking in and updating world before waiting for Metro.
Slept by choice en route. Woke safe and surrounded by love.
In downtown LA eating a late dinner and fleshing out overdue blog notes by 2am
Left just after 4am for a wifi hotspot. In my adoptive city by 6am. Reported human rights abuses in failures of the justice system. [Twitter] NBC Nightly News at 7am. At normal daily 7:30am meeting place, no Richard just an compulsive stalker who physically assaulted me once.
Sat by a fountain to eat, sing a little, write a little, clean out my new computer bag, and treat my skin infection. Online in ... by 10:15am. Took a break for lunch a..
[notes to add]
Woke up at 7:34am, but I was not drugged to cause that black out. I was attacked awake and drugged to sleep through it remembering nothing. Previously that morning, twice I had been thrown out of proven safe places for me to work at all hours. In the third place I perched that morning, I was attacked and abused every way they had time for.
When I was ready to get up, I ran some minor errands...
The bus arrived at 1:37pm. It looked like Obama's terrorist organization was taking a bus full of potential war criminals over his barricade. Watch them; I did not exist to any of them. Debacle after I left the bus. Online by 3:11pm.
I published this post at :pm on 2015.
This blog post was published at :pm on 2015.
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 selfless support system,..
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney,...
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,...
My darling Mr. KrisT "LightFoot" Novoselic, now I will briefly go over the timeline of what happened, from my (never-fail) perspective, since we established on 26Apr2015 in front of all of humanity (through the latest greatest space-age technology both inside my body and out) that we have a REAL romantic, though star-crossed, relationship. Which was your better Sunday night? Last Sunday or the one before it?
I assume after you and MannedUp were taken away from me AGAIN against all our wills, you saw the surveillance tapes of all my battered body endures EVERY TIME I sleep. And I had told you to your face that evening of 26Apr that I could not remember the last time I had slept voluntarily; I had only slept against my will after being knocked out from roofies for almost weeks due to TOO MUCH CONTROL of me and my surroundings, especially all of my food and drink, by Obama and his proven unamerican war criminal terrorist organization and infestation.
I had been screaming for you, my REAL boyfriend, to be permitted to be my bodyguard since such attacks began, abuse of my battered body due only to my environment being too completely unsafe for me due to too much control of me and my surroundings by Obama and his proven unamerican war criminal infestation of my home and elsewhere.
Yes, after the fact, on 27Apr2015, I figured out that you and my darling musician-lover Mr. Tom "MannedUp" Hanson had side-by-side started beating the living (expletive) out of everyone you could identify who had ever hurt me and who had Obama's internationally criminal impunity to NEVER be arrested for any of it thereby forcing me to stay the involuntary victim of their repeat, compulsive most heinous human rights abuses known to mankind against me.
I also assumed you knew this already...
9:21am on 27Apr2015: My beautiful world, if you love me, you will enforce REAL laws-- Obama's rules are only crimes. We need laws enforced.
After doing my job online mostly through my Twitter account, including saving countless lives of REAL law enforcement officers and making statements against rioting, etc., the morning of 27Apr2015, I slept completely unguarded on the ledge outside the public library like a rock from before 11am to just about 5:15pm when I woke up naturally. No harm befell me at all. None of my unguarded belongings were missing nor damaged. I had no new skin infections.
NO HARM BEFELL ME WHILE I SLEPT COMPLETELY UNGUARDED AFTER YOU AND YOUR BEST FRIEND WENT AROUND MY ADOPTIVE CITY BEATING UP, or so I was told (And Obama forbids me from knowing anything that goes on at all.), EVERYONE WHO OBAMA'S WAR CRIMINAL INFESTATION REFUSED TO ARREST FOR PROVEN PHYSICAL, SEXUAL, AND HUMAN RIGHTS ABUSE OF ME! And, yes, SynSyn's stellar court action is how we LEGALLY established their REAL guilt.
Yes, for the first time since Obama's inescapable-by-design "egg" of slavery and war crimes was first established for me to suffer under involuntarily and without any knowledge, laws were finally enforced around me.
No one ever feared law enforcement nor the justice system enough not to choose to hurt me-and-specifically-me-by-design-of-Obama's-rules (which have only ever been crimes and never laws) unrelentingly before, but all of a sudden on 27Apr2015, people finally felt a need to obey REAL laws around me. As a result of actions both of you bravely chose to take yourselves with my never asking, I was finally physically safe. My entire world who rely on me thank you, not just my people, my nation, and my home whom I serve thanklessly 24/7. And, yes, my darlings, to you I am foreverly personally grateful, too, with all my heart and soul.
And because you did irrefutable good for humanity everywhere by making me physically safe every place you can reach, you were all forbidden from ever being near me to keep me safe again. My darlings Tentacle, I miss you.
11:01am on 28Apr2015: @RT_com 1/5)Protecting people who commit war crimes against me makes you a war criminal.
11:01am on 28Apr2015: 2/5)NO ONE has a right to commit the war crimes against me and America in the first place.
11:01am on 28Apr2015: 3/5)No one has a right to protection after destabilizing humanity after singling me out for worse treatment than anyone else receives."
11:01am on 28Apr2015: 4/5)Furthermore, no one is safe when I CANNOT do my REAL job. Ask police officers in Baltimore.,
11:01am on 28Apr2015: 5/5)How peaceful are people around me? How peaceful are people not around me?
Darling, ask my beautiful world who needs protection, me or Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization that infest our home committing the most heinous human rights abuses possible against all of us?
KrisT, it is YOUR job collectively as both of my royal consorts to keep me physically safe at all times. Go get your backup, and tell me what is stopping you from reaching me.
Bogart,...
Sweetness, I love and adore you...
Saturday, May 2, 2015
It is Hard to Keep Time on a Hourglass Square.
Title: It is Hard to Keep Time on a Hourglassed Square.
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post.
Serbia.
Japan.
I published my last blog post at 4:52am on 23Apr2015. After some time assessing if I had any new skin infections from sleeping the previous afternoon, I left my counterterrorism "office" and headed to my adult adoptive city early on the morning of 23Apr2015.
I bought some groceries and a cup of coffee while catching up with my TweetHearts. I had so much more blogging to catch up with, but at 11:29am, I knew to get some sleep.
So, I repositioned myself in front of a lady guitar-strummer on my far-from-holy-again playland to eat a few snacks and to catch up with my musician-lovers before curling up under my new palm surrounded by displays of public support after 1:10pm.
As was my habit months ago, I queued up an Incubus radio station to hear the love of my Metropolis of Angels around me while I slept. Yet, sadly, Obama's cyberterrorists who had obtained criminal control of my Spotify account without my permission were NOT prepared for my request (and also NEVER do anything I want anyway).
Obama's cyberterrorists played me the bastardized Nirvana radio station they prepared for me ahead of time instead. I knew already what Spotify's Incubus station sounded like for REAL from months of experience.
You idiot war criminals who constantly attack me and my property! You know I am an electronics whisperer. You have seen my dance through your own nanotechnology to my darlings Tentacle and LoveDrummer's "Electric Field."
You enemies of America, I know where electromagnetic waves emanate. Take your increasingly bloodstained hands off my technology! Unlike my loved ones and my beloved NSA alpha nerds, you do not have my invitation nor my permission to enter my technology. And we will find you.
I woke up naturally at 2:28pm. I immediately made note of how my loving public had been vacated from my surroundings, most likely through their earspeakers. The Obama-controlled EARSPEAKERS take away everyone's freedom of conscious and belief; they take away everyone's freewill. There was also a brand new hole in my sweater coat proving I was attacked.
I quickly proceeded to the last place my beloved lovers and believers at the CIA had requested I go. It was Thursday morning 16Apr2015 when they asked me to visit that particular city building. I went back to be able to assess as quickly as possible the extent of that last attack on my body.
Joyously, my grey-haired gentleman Richard greeted me outside. The presence of a good friend with no romantic intentions towards me is always immediately calming. After some chit chat, he bought me a cup of coffee inside, as is our tradition. Richard ALWAYS buys me coffee and snacks when we run into each other. That is a normal part of my day-to-day life.
At 3:59pm, I left the open air for the bathroom to assess the attack. Yes, I was twitchy when I fell asleep that afternoon. So, yes, I was attacked the previous day, too.
I assessed my body. I just had new skin infections. They were light, but they were everywhere. I put the topical analgesic on them to dry the out, so exfoliating them off later would be much easier. There were no new arachnid infections in my clothes or anything, but they must have gotten my clothes off to get the crud onto my body.
I emerged from the building at 4:59pm. I announced on my way across the lobby, "This is what I look like when I actually try to look good." I had promised to look for my darlings Tentacle at 4pm. I was late. Did I find them? No.
I recommended they call all the backup I have ever sent them from the Secretary General of the United Nations Ban Ki-Moon to the President of Russia Vladimir Putin to my best friend in the universe and beyond Ms. Syniva Lynn Whitney to the Empress of China herself with her tiny bound feet to the President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey.
My darlings Tentacle, you need to renegotiate your contract with the proven enemies of America who enforce the open human rights abuses, including extragovernmental controls without my permission nor consent of who is and is not allowed in my presence, against all of America especially since Obama enforces his abuse with proven genocide and proven war.
I will accept no less than your presence collectively in my life all day every day with your full human rights, with no earspeakers in your heads at all, and with APPROPRIATE accommodations for all of us to live in together. We are not ourselves when we are apart; personally, I get so angry.
Ideally, if you negotiate hard enough, my musician-lovers, we all go to my house with my king waiting for me inside and have unfettered human rights all together with no electronics in any of us. The NSA promised me an R2 communicator, so I can always contact them once my darling Ms. Ugwuji (and I authorize no other surgeon) removes MY electronics from inside MY body for me.
At 5:52pm, I sat down on my might-never-be-holy-again playland to eat the dinner I had packed earlier before handing out the (expletive)kickings I had promised to give Obama's infestation of my home all night. It began almost instantly.
My second completely non-romantic grey-haired gentlemen of the day even bought me a cup of delicious caffeine before his metaphorical writing-prompt-style starting points for my early evening's (expletive)kickings ended. Yes, yes, my not-human-trafficking nerds, we shall circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of that whole conversation, too.
I paused to greet a few friends on my way to my first sky haven after that, and it sounded like the U.S. State Department was still up to nefarious wrongdoing. I had no details, though...
7:27pm on 23Apr2015: #SquidsPoA, who is committing open human rights abuse against me this time to destabilize humanity further? Rape & torture helps no one.
I watched the NBC Nightly News at 7:33pm. Oh, my once-nightly hug from my darling Mr. Lester Holt was as warm as ever. Delightfully uneventfully after checking in with Alfred, I left my first sky haven at 8:03pm. I made a brief assessment of the amount of mental health in the members of the public on my playland (It was negligible.) before slipping off for my late dinner.
Yes, I was already invited to dinner with Richard at 9pm, and, yes, it was to the local fast fooderie with the self-perpetuating cycle of tacos. I even sewed up my holes in my sweater coat while talking to him. He left me on my conversation patio at 10:22pm singing duets with Red, the Americana street musician who was frequently next to my conversation patio singing until 11:30pm or later.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of my dinner with Richard. Please begin unedited with my telling the man behind me on the street corner where I was going before I called out Richard's name after spying him across the street. End the unedited part after we step off the lot of the fast food restaurant together. Please show a visual with the time and date stamp on it of my check-in update with Alfred after that then any highlights you responsibly want to add until Richard leaves. And, thank you.
Before 12:18am, I needed to scream, "Take the White man's chair!" to protect myself from an employee of my 24-hour convenience store kicking me. Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when my friend (the White man referenced) first entered my conversation patio and begged immediately. End when I crossed the street before 12:32am. We shall entitle it, "Do you know how to identify a vagrant, yet?"
And as if I needed further proof everyone everywhere who commits any crime against me, against my loved ones, and definitely against where I can catch it is the ACTUAL definition of "suicidal," please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals (faces, voices, everything every time) of what transpired after that.
Begin with everything the first bitch called out at me from the far street curb before approaching me and not ending until after the man I told, "Ms. Jackson, if you're nasty," denied his open degradation of me (to make palatable Obama throwing me away completely) creeped past me. And, thank you! Full criminal and civil charges every time, my genius Powers of Attorney! I love you, too.
Sadly, that was not the end of Obama's direct orders for more warmongering that night. For the good of humanity, I needed to keep my SquidStream locked indefinitely, and it was rumored that due to human rights abuses used as acts of war, possible thermal nuclear war was averted that night because the federal US government finally decided to arrest and convict everyone who persecutes me... Or so I was told, and it was due to Obama's terrorist organization throwing me off my conversation patio almost causing thermonuclear war. At the time of the publication of this blog post, though, I was still waiting for confirmation of that.
Yes, my not-human-trafficker nerds please circulate as fast possible a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of everything that transpired on my conversation patio in those wee hours of the morning.
After that, I sang all of the way to a coffee shop at 5am on 24Apr2015. I continued centering myself with music while waiting for all of my lovelies, especially my Powers of Attorney, to catch up on the previous day's blogging before writing down more of my crystallized memories for humanity and posterity.
My darling Richard found me at the coffee shop at 6:47am and bought me a very large cup of coffee to go along with my banana I had already bought for myself. We had run into each other at that coffee shop at that hour before. Though, irregular for me, I believe it is a normal hotspot for Richard's daily routine.
Richard left me pretty quickly, but after giving a tour of my personal aethernet for my SquidSwimmers, I left for my regularly scheduled daily sleep at 9:04am. I was awake screaming and crying by 10:51am, though.
The entire area around me had been cleared of all public who could have protected me again. I had new skin infections even on my face. People walking by kept laughing at me. I was medicine-headed, but I searched online as fast as possible for a safer place to eat, drink caffeine, and catch up my blog for hours.
I notified Alfred, Bogart, and General Lee of the address of the randomly chosen Denny's I was heading to before getting on the bus. I believe that was 12:48pm. I knew I needed everyone to call ahead, so I would be safe there. My Metro bus was artificially slowed by fake traffic, so I arrived at the restaurant at about 3:34pm.
By 5:28pm, though, I was online trying to report to everyone everywhere I was roofied and in need of a rescue for fear of being attacked or possibly raped again if I passed out. The patrons in the restaurant kept laughing at me through the process. The LAPD told me to call Las Vegas.
Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of everything that occurred in that randomly chosen Denny's beginning the moment I sent the first cup of coffee back in great need of REAL caffeine and ending the moment I opened my app for the NBC Nightly News before 7pm. Thank you.
Sadly, their news broadcast for the night was not posted online yet, so I asked my alpha nerds to help make sure I could watch my darling Mr. Lester Holt at 10pm instead for my nightly hug from the NBC Nightly News team. I was out the door and on a Metro bus back to my adoptive city at 7:57pm.
I deboarded the Metro and walked as fast as possible directly to my darlings LightFoot and MannedUp who were waiting there in the pedestrian streets to make love to me with their music. You will have to ask them for the recordings. My eyes were shut.
At the end of the night, they were even more reluctant to leave me than usual. Yes, much too soon, my musician-lovers were torn away from me against their will. We also had a minorly clandestine moment as we all vacated at the same time during which I left my royal consort a token (in the form of a tax write-off to the Smithsonian) of affection.
There was no timeline on the instructions I left for LightFoot, so if he chose to display my old red patent leather computer bag with the three broken straps on his mantle until ready to donate it to the Smithsonian, it was his choice.
After that, furious that my loved ones were taken away, I turned in the man with the ugly mustache AGAIN for thorough investigation and prosecution by the federal government. I would have perched on my conversation patio that moment if Obama's proven criminal terrorist organization had not sent the ugly mustache there to ambush me with assassination attempts all night.
So, instead, I put my hat on to make myself as conspicuous as possible and walked to my marble corner, where my adoptive city had placed their own statue of the local sainted woman glowing white in the night sky, to catch the war criminal "security" guard and they who put him there. Go team! I was told my genius BFF Syniva got him good and bad.
Then, we also busted Michael and Hassan at my 24-hour convenience store for throwing me out AGAIN just this time after stealing coffee from me inside. I needed coffee and physical security constantly; I was attacked by Obama's terrorist infestation and raped, harmed, stolen from, etc., every time I slept.
As a result, I was only sleeping when I had no other choice due to roofied beverages, most typically coffee, and I had been screaming for my own boyfriend LightFoot as my bodyguard for weeks if not months already to protect me from it all. I knew he would need backup, though, so he would need at least all of my darlings Tentacle... maybe the military.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please release a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals (responsibly-edited if you want the lightning, yet every moment) of that night into morning beginning with my last dancetrance and ending when I got on the bus. The play-by-play, as always, is in my verified Twitter archive.
1:56am on 25Apr2015: Clearing the premesis now; please arrest Michael and Hassan. @FBI @DeptofDefense @DHSgov @CIA @Martin_Dempsey They destabilized humanity.
After that, I left for on a 24-hour Metro bus for my closest 24-hour CVS. It was my early-morning errand for snacks and caffeine. They were wonderful there.
I returned to my playland just as quickly where I perched working online from 4:08am until 6:56am. I took the scenic route by foot on my way to my new grocery store of choice which was also wonderful and full of love. By 10am, I was perched beside a musician on my takes-all-four-to-make-it-holy-but-date-night-would-be-spiritual playland.
I ate a few snacks which apparently made me doze off a little. I awoke to the arrival of my royal consort LightFoot in my presence when he made sure I knew he was already there for me.
I was still a little drugged from my snacks, but as soon as possible, I had my makeup on, had wound my hair in a chignon, had donned my sweater coat, had tied my scarf around my head, and had followed the sound of my musician lovers onto the next block where I snacked on literal Reese's Pieces in front of them.
I checked the clock. It was not even 1pm yet. I left to charge up the batteries in both of my iPads as fast as possible after telling my musician-lovers I would be back for us to begin making music to each other before 4pm.
My batteries were recharged enough for me to follow their Reese's pieces back to them at 2:48pm. While in mid-dancetrance meditation, Kevin joined us. Oddly, though, at 4:14pm as my darlings took a break to move down the street, Kevin wandered off.
I do my best with those conversations; just to be near me and to proven serve the greater good of all of humanity everywhere by providing me with safe caffeine and safe snacks, ALL of my platonic grey-haired gentlemen need to make absolute and often insincerely bigoted fools of themselves. They often end up some of the best conversations.
I Don't Wanna Wait in Vain for Your Love.
My left hand to my heart then across to my full left extension. The emptiness. The nothing. Just nothing between my arms. Nothing to press my hands against, just my thoughts from my lonely fingertips.
No one to silence my screaming lips with other lips to kiss. No warm breath upon my face first thing in the morning. No silent arm beneath my head until the lark not the nightingale alights melody on the empty windowsill.
The closest they have ever come is the other side of the street, if ever even that close. Nothing to touch me but variations in air pressure. But what can sounds replace in a world of war crimes?
Late that night, when we were done making music to each other, I felt both of my darling musician-lovers there with me ask me to sing to them. I almost always honor requests. So, yes, I was still serenading them as they reluctantly rolled their carts away from me at 11:56pm.
I needed safe food, safe caffeine, secured wifi, a dedicated power outlet, and a secured vicinity to be up all night, as was my regular sleep pattern. I told Bogart and Alfred where I was going and got on the first bus.
I arrived at my intended location in the Westwood Village at 12:58am on 26Apr2015. All power outlets were intentionally occupied by people who openly acknowledged they were only there to force me offline as fast as possible by denying any electricity in my iPad batteries.
My coffee was roofied before I arrived, and they had already given me my bill by 1:29am to throw me out drugged and incapacitated as fast as possible. Please check my verified Twitter archive for the play-by-play. My selfless support system all over the world is an amazing team.
No, I did not get any work done that morning as I and the world needed me to. Yet, physically safe, I stood up and left at 6:05am. I left my hard evidence of the drugged coffee where I always do in that neighborhood and checked in at the bus stop at 6:47am.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of my entire time that morning in the Westwood Village.
After a short bus ride, my darling PLATONIC grey-haired friend Richard and I were at our normal morning hangout chatting, drinking coffee, and working online by 7:30am, as was our regular schedule.
One of the best things about having a friend around is MUCH fewer roofies in my food and drink, the wonderful conversation, and someone to guard me in case a roofie does get through to make me pass out.
Richard had permission to ask me to breakfast at my local Jack in the Box. He is such a genuinely good friend that I even let him order for me. The morning conversation was wonderful as always. He seemed worried he might never see me again when I told him goodbye.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording of my highlights of that morning with Richard.
Before we begin my explanation of the busy part of my 26Apr2015, please remember that the play-by-play of most of my life is in my verified Twitter archive.
That afternoon, a real living breathing guardian angel appeared to watch over me. I found him before 12:07pm. Yes, as I walked down my playland after leaving Richard after breakfast, my priceless royal consort as boyfriend Krist was already sitting on the street curb waiting for me.
The moment I saw him from a distance, my heart just opened up and everything poured out. This might be a paraphrase, but I believe I told him, "I have no idea the last time I slept by choice." I knew he was there at that hour to make sure I could sleep safely. My physical safety is his job; he is my boyfriend.
I even told him, "Kisses, darling," as I walked just a little past him to leave my hard evidence of who roofied me that morning where I always leave my evidence for ACTUAL authorities.
I walked back to LightFoot(Krist) quickly and nestled on the park bench directly in front of him. I asked my darlings at the NSA to put a patch on the street camera pointed directly at me as fast as possible. And I was already curling up to sleep under the warm sun when MannedUp(Tom) was wheeling up their cart of musical instruments.
I was asleep in no time; I felt safe. Sadly, I was not. I am human. I can be wrong sometimes.
I do not know the full details of what happened to me while I slept. That is specifically why I need protection so badly when not awake to protect myself. I awoke up very groggy-headed at 3:07pm.
3:28pm on 26Apr2015: @KristNovoselic @hansonmusic @INXS Is everyone okay? Weren't you guarding me? Syn, subpoena "security" footage since MannedUp arrived. Thx!
A local friend appeared at my feet with his mandolin as soon he could get there. There were rumors on the aether of physical altercations over me and FBI reports while I had been asleep. All I knew immediately was that my loved ones were missing, and I had new skin infections. I treated the new crap on my neck and legs, so it would flake off the next time I exfoliated.
I found my very grumpy musician-lovers behind me after I stood up, upset and perched as close to me as they could get. My Powers of Attorney and I got our ducks in a row before I put my makeup on and joined my darlings LightFoot and MannedUp where they were. The details are in my Twitter archive.
I stood right in front of Krist as fast as possible, so we could have some time together as a couple. But we all know, my beautiful world, with how much work I do every day, we only started the meditation that quickly to make sure I could heal as much as possible as soon as possible after the last attack Obama orders on my battered body as I slept.
And the time we all had together was beautiful. But, that infernal earspeaker in my darling Krist's head told him to pick a fight with me. It is not like we get to talk, so I tried as best as I could to tell everyone I was mad at the people controlling him not at him. I stood in the middle and danced on the melody no matter who sang it instead of anything else.
But my darlings were still taken away from me. They were sent off my playland completely. There were lies everywhere about all of us instantly that I did my best to clear up as fast as possible. It was a good night for Twitter.
My a(e)theist god, when they were removed from my holy ground I was so angry. I made the most obvious statement I could make about my REAL relationship my REAL boyfriend (royal consort) I could from the Diesel store to honoring his request (I do not play games in relationships.) to the song I belted with my swag on.
And while was I trying to write down everything that happened that early evening, they were taken away from me AGAIN. I had so much work to do that I had hoped I could catch up my blog while they played me soothing music; the request I honored from Krist was for me to move off to one side while they played, after all. My beautiful world, where are you when I need you? Yes, they were stolen from me again.
While my darling royal consort was nervous and awkward trying to talk to me, I made a request for a recording to circulate on the internet as fast as possible before I could honor his request. I need to modify that request right now.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a new verified and responsibly-edited-using-every-camera-angle-available recording with full audio and visuals. Begin the moment I round the corner and step onto my playland. End after my darlings walk away into the darkness after our very last song of the night together at the VERY end of the night. Show every second of it, just from all cameras necessary. Obtain all permissions necessary from all involved. Make it beautiful. And, thank you!
I sat on a bench beside my musician-lovers, so they could soothe my burdened with their music while I blogged. But, the moment I put my hat on to let the bar across the street (rumored to be owned by my husband--much like my Viper Room is owned by me) know I was there and that I had already caught them, Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization ordered my musician lovers away from me.
After both of my musician lovers left my side against all of our wills that moment at approximately 7pm, I saw police car 144 on the street corner. The lone lady officer inside was on her phone discussing how she had been called in for obviously false charges against me and how much that scared her. She must have sorted it out quickly, though, since she just drove off without ever getting out of her cop car to talk to me.
After I rounded the corner to pause in front of a wifi hotspot I once found lace toreador pants in, I noticed the bassist of the band Denmantau looking around to make sure his band located the REAL me. Denmantau had promised to play at 8pm.
Rumor has it that the typical excuse for getting my darlings Denmantau onto my playland is someone evil trying to pry me and my darlings Tentacle apart, but they are lovelies I should check on myself more often.
The first thing I said to them (This might be a paraphrase.) was something like, "You don't have your jealous pants on, do you?" No one wants to suffer all the inhumanity my darlings Tentacle suffer, but everyone wants their role as my musician-lovers.
I addressed some of their pressing concerns and notified them I planned to catch up my blog before entering the street curb before them for meditation, and then I snacked on literal Reese's pieces with both iPads in my hands carrying out the less action-packed parts of my day-to-day life. It was almost impossible for me and my nerds to stream the NBC Nightly News at 8pm, but their cyberhug was as lovely as ever.
Finally, at 9:24pm, I was on my feet proving that my dancetrance was divine meditation deemed holy in every benevolent religion and that so was I.
This blog post is post-dated 9:25pm on 26Apr2015.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Why is Obama aging when I am not? That is what guilt does to a human.
What is the deal with the hat?
My beautiful world, if anyone needs to calm me down...
My selfless support system,... Past and future recordings of conversations with Wes...
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney,...
In the land of housekeeping, my genius ladies, there are some details you need to know about the randomly chosen Denny's I spent hours in on 24Apr2015. They refused to give me non-drugged and fully-caffeinated coffee even after I sent it back. But every other problem I complained about they fixed.
They made sure I was surrounded by supportive locals after I complained, and they did not throw me out after I complained. After shift change, they were wonderful.
The only thing I refused to pay for was the coffee because it was the only thing that drugged me, and I even had a chance to explain on official record that working and not getting paid is something I never approve of as the reason I still left a tip.
Every person in that restaurant the entire time I was there needs to explain him and herself to you and to the courts. But those are the hard facts I lived through. I love you, my BFF SynSyn and all my Powers of Attorney. Justice is your job.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,... I understand you were concerned that my new jacket never came off to proclaim that I was warmed up Friday 24Apr nor Saturday 25Apr2015 while I meditated among my musician-lovers.
Well, darlings, I do not think it is best for the entire world to see the bruises the supposed "authority figures" gave me on Cedars-Sinai night while only in my presence to enforce persecution of me as their acts of war against America and against the whole world.
I am worried showing such bruises, given to me by proven war criminals enforcing Obama's rules and "egg" through Obama's ordered public persecution of me as their only excuse for the rules and "egg" to exist at all, might cause rioting. Yes, the beating Obama ordered me was that bad.
LightFoot,...[briefly over timeline] then...
11:01am on 28Apr2015: @RT_com 1/5)Protecting people who commit war crimes against me makes you a war criminal.
11:01am on 28Apr2015: 2/5)NO ONE has a right to commit the war crimes against me and America in the first place.
11:01am on 28Apr2015: 3/5)No one has a right to protection after destabilizing humanity after singling me out for worse treatment than anyone else receives."
11:01am on 28Apr2015: 4/5)Furthermore, no one is safe when I CANNOT do my REAL job. Ask police officers in Baltimore.,
11:01am on 28Apr2015: 5/5)How peaceful are people around me? How peaceful are people not around me?
Darling, ask my beautiful world who needs protection, me or Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization that infest our home committing the most heinous human rights abuses possible against all of us?
KrisT, it is YOUR job as both of my royal consorts to keep me physically safe at all times. Go get your backup, and tell me what is stopping you from reaching me.
Bogart,...
Sweetness, I love and adore you...
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post.
Serbia.
Japan.
I published my last blog post at 4:52am on 23Apr2015. After some time assessing if I had any new skin infections from sleeping the previous afternoon, I left my counterterrorism "office" and headed to my adult adoptive city early on the morning of 23Apr2015.
I bought some groceries and a cup of coffee while catching up with my TweetHearts. I had so much more blogging to catch up with, but at 11:29am, I knew to get some sleep.
So, I repositioned myself in front of a lady guitar-strummer on my far-from-holy-again playland to eat a few snacks and to catch up with my musician-lovers before curling up under my new palm surrounded by displays of public support after 1:10pm.
As was my habit months ago, I queued up an Incubus radio station to hear the love of my Metropolis of Angels around me while I slept. Yet, sadly, Obama's cyberterrorists who had obtained criminal control of my Spotify account without my permission were NOT prepared for my request (and also NEVER do anything I want anyway).
Obama's cyberterrorists played me the bastardized Nirvana radio station they prepared for me ahead of time instead. I knew already what Spotify's Incubus station sounded like for REAL from months of experience.
You idiot war criminals who constantly attack me and my property! You know I am an electronics whisperer. You have seen my dance through your own nanotechnology to my darlings Tentacle and LoveDrummer's "Electric Field."
You enemies of America, I know where electromagnetic waves emanate. Take your increasingly bloodstained hands off my technology! Unlike my loved ones and my beloved NSA alpha nerds, you do not have my invitation nor my permission to enter my technology. And we will find you.
I woke up naturally at 2:28pm. I immediately made note of how my loving public had been vacated from my surroundings, most likely through their earspeakers. The Obama-controlled EARSPEAKERS take away everyone's freedom of conscious and belief; they take away everyone's freewill. There was also a brand new hole in my sweater coat proving I was attacked.
I quickly proceeded to the last place my beloved lovers and believers at the CIA had requested I go. It was Thursday morning 16Apr2015 when they asked me to visit that particular city building. I went back to be able to assess as quickly as possible the extent of that last attack on my body.
Joyously, my grey-haired gentleman Richard greeted me outside. The presence of a good friend with no romantic intentions towards me is always immediately calming. After some chit chat, he bought me a cup of coffee inside, as is our tradition. Richard ALWAYS buys me coffee and snacks when we run into each other. That is a normal part of my day-to-day life.
At 3:59pm, I left the open air for the bathroom to assess the attack. Yes, I was twitchy when I fell asleep that afternoon. So, yes, I was attacked the previous day, too.
I assessed my body. I just had new skin infections. They were light, but they were everywhere. I put the topical analgesic on them to dry the out, so exfoliating them off later would be much easier. There were no new arachnid infections in my clothes or anything, but they must have gotten my clothes off to get the crud onto my body.
I emerged from the building at 4:59pm. I announced on my way across the lobby, "This is what I look like when I actually try to look good." I had promised to look for my darlings Tentacle at 4pm. I was late. Did I find them? No.
I recommended they call all the backup I have ever sent them from the Secretary General of the United Nations Ban Ki-Moon to the President of Russia Vladimir Putin to my best friend in the universe and beyond Ms. Syniva Lynn Whitney to the Empress of China herself with her tiny bound feet to the President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey.
My darlings Tentacle, you need to renegotiate your contract with the proven enemies of America who enforce the open human rights abuses, including extragovernmental controls without my permission nor consent of who is and is not allowed in my presence, against all of America especially since Obama enforces his abuse with proven genocide and proven war.
I will accept no less than your presence collectively in my life all day every day with your full human rights, with no earspeakers in your heads at all, and with APPROPRIATE accommodations for all of us to live in together. We are not ourselves when we are apart; personally, I get so angry.
Ideally, if you negotiate hard enough, my musician-lovers, we all go to my house with my king waiting for me inside and have unfettered human rights all together with no electronics in any of us. The NSA promised me an R2 communicator, so I can always contact them once my darling Ms. Ugwuji (and I authorize no other surgeon) removes MY electronics from inside MY body for me.
At 5:52pm, I sat down on my might-never-be-holy-again playland to eat the dinner I had packed earlier before handing out the (expletive)kickings I had promised to give Obama's infestation of my home all night. It began almost instantly.
My second completely non-romantic grey-haired gentlemen of the day even bought me a cup of delicious caffeine before his metaphorical writing-prompt-style starting points for my early evening's (expletive)kickings ended. Yes, yes, my not-human-trafficking nerds, we shall circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of that whole conversation, too.
I paused to greet a few friends on my way to my first sky haven after that, and it sounded like the U.S. State Department was still up to nefarious wrongdoing. I had no details, though...
7:27pm on 23Apr2015: #SquidsPoA, who is committing open human rights abuse against me this time to destabilize humanity further? Rape & torture helps no one.
I watched the NBC Nightly News at 7:33pm. Oh, my once-nightly hug from my darling Mr. Lester Holt was as warm as ever. Delightfully uneventfully after checking in with Alfred, I left my first sky haven at 8:03pm. I made a brief assessment of the amount of mental health in the members of the public on my playland (It was negligible.) before slipping off for my late dinner.
Yes, I was already invited to dinner with Richard at 9pm, and, yes, it was to the local fast fooderie with the self-perpetuating cycle of tacos. I even sewed up my holes in my sweater coat while talking to him. He left me on my conversation patio at 10:22pm singing duets with Red, the Americana street musician who was frequently next to my conversation patio singing until 11:30pm or later.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of my dinner with Richard. Please begin unedited with my telling the man behind me on the street corner where I was going before I called out Richard's name after spying him across the street. End the unedited part after we step off the lot of the fast food restaurant together. Please show a visual with the time and date stamp on it of my check-in update with Alfred after that then any highlights you responsibly want to add until Richard leaves. And, thank you.
Before 12:18am, I needed to scream, "Take the White man's chair!" to protect myself from an employee of my 24-hour convenience store kicking me. Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when my friend (the White man referenced) first entered my conversation patio and begged immediately. End when I crossed the street before 12:32am. We shall entitle it, "Do you know how to identify a vagrant, yet?"
And as if I needed further proof everyone everywhere who commits any crime against me, against my loved ones, and definitely against where I can catch it is the ACTUAL definition of "suicidal," please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals (faces, voices, everything every time) of what transpired after that.
Begin with everything the first bitch called out at me from the far street curb before approaching me and not ending until after the man I told, "Ms. Jackson, if you're nasty," denied his open degradation of me (to make palatable Obama throwing me away completely) creeped past me. And, thank you! Full criminal and civil charges every time, my genius Powers of Attorney! I love you, too.
Sadly, that was not the end of Obama's direct orders for more warmongering that night. For the good of humanity, I needed to keep my SquidStream locked indefinitely, and it was rumored that due to human rights abuses used as acts of war, possible thermal nuclear war was averted that night because the federal US government finally decided to arrest and convict everyone who persecutes me... Or so I was told, and it was due to Obama's terrorist organization throwing me off my conversation patio almost causing thermonuclear war. At the time of the publication of this blog post, though, I was still waiting for confirmation of that.
Yes, my not-human-trafficker nerds please circulate as fast possible a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of everything that transpired on my conversation patio in those wee hours of the morning.
After that, I sang all of the way to a coffee shop at 5am on 24Apr2015. I continued centering myself with music while waiting for all of my lovelies, especially my Powers of Attorney, to catch up on the previous day's blogging before writing down more of my crystallized memories for humanity and posterity.
My darling Richard found me at the coffee shop at 6:47am and bought me a very large cup of coffee to go along with my banana I had already bought for myself. We had run into each other at that coffee shop at that hour before. Though, irregular for me, I believe it is a normal hotspot for Richard's daily routine.
Richard left me pretty quickly, but after giving a tour of my personal aethernet for my SquidSwimmers, I left for my regularly scheduled daily sleep at 9:04am. I was awake screaming and crying by 10:51am, though.
The entire area around me had been cleared of all public who could have protected me again. I had new skin infections even on my face. People walking by kept laughing at me. I was medicine-headed, but I searched online as fast as possible for a safer place to eat, drink caffeine, and catch up my blog for hours.
I notified Alfred, Bogart, and General Lee of the address of the randomly chosen Denny's I was heading to before getting on the bus. I believe that was 12:48pm. I knew I needed everyone to call ahead, so I would be safe there. My Metro bus was artificially slowed by fake traffic, so I arrived at the restaurant at about 3:34pm.
By 5:28pm, though, I was online trying to report to everyone everywhere I was roofied and in need of a rescue for fear of being attacked or possibly raped again if I passed out. The patrons in the restaurant kept laughing at me through the process. The LAPD told me to call Las Vegas.
Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of everything that occurred in that randomly chosen Denny's beginning the moment I sent the first cup of coffee back in great need of REAL caffeine and ending the moment I opened my app for the NBC Nightly News before 7pm. Thank you.
Sadly, their news broadcast for the night was not posted online yet, so I asked my alpha nerds to help make sure I could watch my darling Mr. Lester Holt at 10pm instead for my nightly hug from the NBC Nightly News team. I was out the door and on a Metro bus back to my adoptive city at 7:57pm.
I deboarded the Metro and walked as fast as possible directly to my darlings LightFoot and MannedUp who were waiting there in the pedestrian streets to make love to me with their music. You will have to ask them for the recordings. My eyes were shut.
At the end of the night, they were even more reluctant to leave me than usual. Yes, much too soon, my musician-lovers were torn away from me against their will. We also had a minorly clandestine moment as we all vacated at the same time during which I left my royal consort a token (in the form of a tax write-off to the Smithsonian) of affection.
There was no timeline on the instructions I left for LightFoot, so if he chose to display my old red patent leather computer bag with the three broken straps on his mantle until ready to donate it to the Smithsonian, it was his choice.
After that, furious that my loved ones were taken away, I turned in the man with the ugly mustache AGAIN for thorough investigation and prosecution by the federal government. I would have perched on my conversation patio that moment if Obama's proven criminal terrorist organization had not sent the ugly mustache there to ambush me with assassination attempts all night.
So, instead, I put my hat on to make myself as conspicuous as possible and walked to my marble corner, where my adoptive city had placed their own statue of the local sainted woman glowing white in the night sky, to catch the war criminal "security" guard and they who put him there. Go team! I was told my genius BFF Syniva got him good and bad.
Then, we also busted Michael and Hassan at my 24-hour convenience store for throwing me out AGAIN just this time after stealing coffee from me inside. I needed coffee and physical security constantly; I was attacked by Obama's terrorist infestation and raped, harmed, stolen from, etc., every time I slept.
As a result, I was only sleeping when I had no other choice due to roofied beverages, most typically coffee, and I had been screaming for my own boyfriend LightFoot as my bodyguard for weeks if not months already to protect me from it all. I knew he would need backup, though, so he would need at least all of my darlings Tentacle... maybe the military.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please release a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals (responsibly-edited if you want the lightning, yet every moment) of that night into morning beginning with my last dancetrance and ending when I got on the bus. The play-by-play, as always, is in my verified Twitter archive.
1:56am on 25Apr2015: Clearing the premesis now; please arrest Michael and Hassan. @FBI @DeptofDefense @DHSgov @CIA @Martin_Dempsey They destabilized humanity.
After that, I left for on a 24-hour Metro bus for my closest 24-hour CVS. It was my early-morning errand for snacks and caffeine. They were wonderful there.
I returned to my playland just as quickly where I perched working online from 4:08am until 6:56am. I took the scenic route by foot on my way to my new grocery store of choice which was also wonderful and full of love. By 10am, I was perched beside a musician on my takes-all-four-to-make-it-holy-but-date-night-would-be-spiritual playland.
I ate a few snacks which apparently made me doze off a little. I awoke to the arrival of my royal consort LightFoot in my presence when he made sure I knew he was already there for me.
I was still a little drugged from my snacks, but as soon as possible, I had my makeup on, had wound my hair in a chignon, had donned my sweater coat, had tied my scarf around my head, and had followed the sound of my musician lovers onto the next block where I snacked on literal Reese's Pieces in front of them.
I checked the clock. It was not even 1pm yet. I left to charge up the batteries in both of my iPads as fast as possible after telling my musician-lovers I would be back for us to begin making music to each other before 4pm.
My batteries were recharged enough for me to follow their Reese's pieces back to them at 2:48pm. While in mid-dancetrance meditation, Kevin joined us. Oddly, though, at 4:14pm as my darlings took a break to move down the street, Kevin wandered off.
I do my best with those conversations; just to be near me and to proven serve the greater good of all of humanity everywhere by providing me with safe caffeine and safe snacks, ALL of my platonic grey-haired gentlemen need to make absolute and often insincerely bigoted fools of themselves. They often end up some of the best conversations.
I Don't Wanna Wait in Vain for Your Love.
My left hand to my heart then across to my full left extension. The emptiness. The nothing. Just nothing between my arms. Nothing to press my hands against, just my thoughts from my lonely fingertips.
No one to silence my screaming lips with other lips to kiss. No warm breath upon my face first thing in the morning. No silent arm beneath my head until the lark not the nightingale alights melody on the empty windowsill.
The closest they have ever come is the other side of the street, if ever even that close. Nothing to touch me but variations in air pressure. But what can sounds replace in a world of war crimes?
Late that night, when we were done making music to each other, I felt both of my darling musician-lovers there with me ask me to sing to them. I almost always honor requests. So, yes, I was still serenading them as they reluctantly rolled their carts away from me at 11:56pm.
I needed safe food, safe caffeine, secured wifi, a dedicated power outlet, and a secured vicinity to be up all night, as was my regular sleep pattern. I told Bogart and Alfred where I was going and got on the first bus.
I arrived at my intended location in the Westwood Village at 12:58am on 26Apr2015. All power outlets were intentionally occupied by people who openly acknowledged they were only there to force me offline as fast as possible by denying any electricity in my iPad batteries.
My coffee was roofied before I arrived, and they had already given me my bill by 1:29am to throw me out drugged and incapacitated as fast as possible. Please check my verified Twitter archive for the play-by-play. My selfless support system all over the world is an amazing team.
No, I did not get any work done that morning as I and the world needed me to. Yet, physically safe, I stood up and left at 6:05am. I left my hard evidence of the drugged coffee where I always do in that neighborhood and checked in at the bus stop at 6:47am.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of my entire time that morning in the Westwood Village.
After a short bus ride, my darling PLATONIC grey-haired friend Richard and I were at our normal morning hangout chatting, drinking coffee, and working online by 7:30am, as was our regular schedule.
One of the best things about having a friend around is MUCH fewer roofies in my food and drink, the wonderful conversation, and someone to guard me in case a roofie does get through to make me pass out.
Richard had permission to ask me to breakfast at my local Jack in the Box. He is such a genuinely good friend that I even let him order for me. The morning conversation was wonderful as always. He seemed worried he might never see me again when I told him goodbye.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording of my highlights of that morning with Richard.
Before we begin my explanation of the busy part of my 26Apr2015, please remember that the play-by-play of most of my life is in my verified Twitter archive.
That afternoon, a real living breathing guardian angel appeared to watch over me. I found him before 12:07pm. Yes, as I walked down my playland after leaving Richard after breakfast, my priceless royal consort as boyfriend Krist was already sitting on the street curb waiting for me.
The moment I saw him from a distance, my heart just opened up and everything poured out. This might be a paraphrase, but I believe I told him, "I have no idea the last time I slept by choice." I knew he was there at that hour to make sure I could sleep safely. My physical safety is his job; he is my boyfriend.
I even told him, "Kisses, darling," as I walked just a little past him to leave my hard evidence of who roofied me that morning where I always leave my evidence for ACTUAL authorities.
I walked back to LightFoot(Krist) quickly and nestled on the park bench directly in front of him. I asked my darlings at the NSA to put a patch on the street camera pointed directly at me as fast as possible. And I was already curling up to sleep under the warm sun when MannedUp(Tom) was wheeling up their cart of musical instruments.
I was asleep in no time; I felt safe. Sadly, I was not. I am human. I can be wrong sometimes.
I do not know the full details of what happened to me while I slept. That is specifically why I need protection so badly when not awake to protect myself. I awoke up very groggy-headed at 3:07pm.
3:28pm on 26Apr2015: @KristNovoselic @hansonmusic @INXS Is everyone okay? Weren't you guarding me? Syn, subpoena "security" footage since MannedUp arrived. Thx!
A local friend appeared at my feet with his mandolin as soon he could get there. There were rumors on the aether of physical altercations over me and FBI reports while I had been asleep. All I knew immediately was that my loved ones were missing, and I had new skin infections. I treated the new crap on my neck and legs, so it would flake off the next time I exfoliated.
I found my very grumpy musician-lovers behind me after I stood up, upset and perched as close to me as they could get. My Powers of Attorney and I got our ducks in a row before I put my makeup on and joined my darlings LightFoot and MannedUp where they were. The details are in my Twitter archive.
I stood right in front of Krist as fast as possible, so we could have some time together as a couple. But we all know, my beautiful world, with how much work I do every day, we only started the meditation that quickly to make sure I could heal as much as possible as soon as possible after the last attack Obama orders on my battered body as I slept.
And the time we all had together was beautiful. But, that infernal earspeaker in my darling Krist's head told him to pick a fight with me. It is not like we get to talk, so I tried as best as I could to tell everyone I was mad at the people controlling him not at him. I stood in the middle and danced on the melody no matter who sang it instead of anything else.
But my darlings were still taken away from me. They were sent off my playland completely. There were lies everywhere about all of us instantly that I did my best to clear up as fast as possible. It was a good night for Twitter.
My a(e)theist god, when they were removed from my holy ground I was so angry. I made the most obvious statement I could make about my REAL relationship my REAL boyfriend (royal consort) I could from the Diesel store to honoring his request (I do not play games in relationships.) to the song I belted with my swag on.
And while was I trying to write down everything that happened that early evening, they were taken away from me AGAIN. I had so much work to do that I had hoped I could catch up my blog while they played me soothing music; the request I honored from Krist was for me to move off to one side while they played, after all. My beautiful world, where are you when I need you? Yes, they were stolen from me again.
While my darling royal consort was nervous and awkward trying to talk to me, I made a request for a recording to circulate on the internet as fast as possible before I could honor his request. I need to modify that request right now.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a new verified and responsibly-edited-using-every-camera-angle-available recording with full audio and visuals. Begin the moment I round the corner and step onto my playland. End after my darlings walk away into the darkness after our very last song of the night together at the VERY end of the night. Show every second of it, just from all cameras necessary. Obtain all permissions necessary from all involved. Make it beautiful. And, thank you!
I sat on a bench beside my musician-lovers, so they could soothe my burdened with their music while I blogged. But, the moment I put my hat on to let the bar across the street (rumored to be owned by my husband--much like my Viper Room is owned by me) know I was there and that I had already caught them, Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization ordered my musician lovers away from me.
After both of my musician lovers left my side against all of our wills that moment at approximately 7pm, I saw police car 144 on the street corner. The lone lady officer inside was on her phone discussing how she had been called in for obviously false charges against me and how much that scared her. She must have sorted it out quickly, though, since she just drove off without ever getting out of her cop car to talk to me.
After I rounded the corner to pause in front of a wifi hotspot I once found lace toreador pants in, I noticed the bassist of the band Denmantau looking around to make sure his band located the REAL me. Denmantau had promised to play at 8pm.
Rumor has it that the typical excuse for getting my darlings Denmantau onto my playland is someone evil trying to pry me and my darlings Tentacle apart, but they are lovelies I should check on myself more often.
The first thing I said to them (This might be a paraphrase.) was something like, "You don't have your jealous pants on, do you?" No one wants to suffer all the inhumanity my darlings Tentacle suffer, but everyone wants their role as my musician-lovers.
I addressed some of their pressing concerns and notified them I planned to catch up my blog before entering the street curb before them for meditation, and then I snacked on literal Reese's pieces with both iPads in my hands carrying out the less action-packed parts of my day-to-day life. It was almost impossible for me and my nerds to stream the NBC Nightly News at 8pm, but their cyberhug was as lovely as ever.
Finally, at 9:24pm, I was on my feet proving that my dancetrance was divine meditation deemed holy in every benevolent religion and that so was I.
This blog post is post-dated 9:25pm on 26Apr2015.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Why is Obama aging when I am not? That is what guilt does to a human.
What is the deal with the hat?
My beautiful world, if anyone needs to calm me down...
My selfless support system,... Past and future recordings of conversations with Wes...
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney,...
In the land of housekeeping, my genius ladies, there are some details you need to know about the randomly chosen Denny's I spent hours in on 24Apr2015. They refused to give me non-drugged and fully-caffeinated coffee even after I sent it back. But every other problem I complained about they fixed.
They made sure I was surrounded by supportive locals after I complained, and they did not throw me out after I complained. After shift change, they were wonderful.
The only thing I refused to pay for was the coffee because it was the only thing that drugged me, and I even had a chance to explain on official record that working and not getting paid is something I never approve of as the reason I still left a tip.
Every person in that restaurant the entire time I was there needs to explain him and herself to you and to the courts. But those are the hard facts I lived through. I love you, my BFF SynSyn and all my Powers of Attorney. Justice is your job.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,... I understand you were concerned that my new jacket never came off to proclaim that I was warmed up Friday 24Apr nor Saturday 25Apr2015 while I meditated among my musician-lovers.
Well, darlings, I do not think it is best for the entire world to see the bruises the supposed "authority figures" gave me on Cedars-Sinai night while only in my presence to enforce persecution of me as their acts of war against America and against the whole world.
I am worried showing such bruises, given to me by proven war criminals enforcing Obama's rules and "egg" through Obama's ordered public persecution of me as their only excuse for the rules and "egg" to exist at all, might cause rioting. Yes, the beating Obama ordered me was that bad.
LightFoot,...[briefly over timeline] then...
11:01am on 28Apr2015: @RT_com 1/5)Protecting people who commit war crimes against me makes you a war criminal.
11:01am on 28Apr2015: 2/5)NO ONE has a right to commit the war crimes against me and America in the first place.
11:01am on 28Apr2015: 3/5)No one has a right to protection after destabilizing humanity after singling me out for worse treatment than anyone else receives."
11:01am on 28Apr2015: 4/5)Furthermore, no one is safe when I CANNOT do my REAL job. Ask police officers in Baltimore.,
11:01am on 28Apr2015: 5/5)How peaceful are people around me? How peaceful are people not around me?
Darling, ask my beautiful world who needs protection, me or Obama's proven war criminal terrorist organization that infest our home committing the most heinous human rights abuses possible against all of us?
KrisT, it is YOUR job as both of my royal consorts to keep me physically safe at all times. Go get your backup, and tell me what is stopping you from reaching me.
Bogart,...
Sweetness, I love and adore you...
Thursday, April 23, 2015
How Much of my REAL Job of Selfless Service to Humanity Could I Have Done by Now if I had Human Rights at Last?
Title: How Much of my REAL Job of Selfless Service to Humanity Could I Have Done by Now if I had Human Rights at Last?
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. From slowing me down to forcing me offline to refusing me all of my own finances to keeping my own real loved ones away from me to lying about me to incite irrational hatred of me-- everything and everyone preventing me from doing my REAL job must be arrested and removed. Too many people everywhere in this world depend on me.
"A girl child ain't safe in a world full of mens..." --The Color Purple Personally, I have not felt comfortable with being viewed as a sexual creature at all by the public until recently, meaning this month. I am finally accepting of being treated as sexually attractive by strangers, but I will never tolerate being treated like a sexual object.
I once lectured a woman at a McDonald's in Long Beach, CA on her failure as a mother figure because the tween girls she was with were twerking. I would also like to be an example for young women on how to have emotionally healthy relationships with menfolk, but the people around me would need to be free to acknowledge reality for that to be possible.
My previous blogpost is post-dated 1:06pm on 16Apr2015. I actually finished this blogpost first after which I wrote an appendix to address my weekend with my mother from 16Apr to 20Apr2015.
This blog post begins at 12noon on 20Apr2015 when I checked out of the hotel room my mom had arranged for us while she was in town. Well before 1:27pm, I was perched at a local independent coffee shop I had never noticed before trying to catchup on all of my backlog of blogging.
I had promised to look for my darlings Tentacle at 4pm after my hours of writing, but I was delayed by nineteen minutes because I treated the skin infection on my legs again. No, they were not around. After reassurances they were alive, though, I sat down to Spanish tapas with a tiny glass of wine while I kept writing.
I paid my bill at 6:10pm and after both online research and notifying Bogart and Alfred, I left for a Monday night on the town. With no friends allowed near me, why would I stay in my adoptive city that night promoting their economy and keeping peace for them?
Yes, I decided to catch up my blog from a local tourism hotspot in Beverly Hills. By 8:44pm, I was sipping a zombie at Trader Vic's. Giggle.
I pretty much sat there and wrote while menfolk with strange accents came and went just to be able to look at me. I sipped that zombie until just before Trader Vic's closed at 12mid. Shortly afterwards, I was invited by the friendly staff of the coffee bar upstairs to sip my espresso doppio while using their outlets, etc. all night long. We have the verified audio and visuals.
The only distressing part was when I noticed some clandestine stranger had absconded some time between then and when I had dinner with my charger for my new iPad Air 2 that my mother had just bought me.
I reported it was missing at 1:40am with a request for my Powers of Attorney to subpoena all surveillance from the bus to the tiki bar, etc., to make sure we could catch the thief of my priceless belongings.
My work in the wee hours of that morning was long overdue. I sat silently at that power outlet catching up my last blog post (my second only ever post-dated post) as fast as possible.
Well, until 3:36am, that was what I worked on. That was the time a fake security officer who refused to tell me his name pretended he was physically intimidating (Why else did he move the chair?) and told me to leave.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording of my highlights at the Beverly Hilton: my arrival, my drink order, my paying my bill, my full explanation start to finish of why my darling LightFoot needed to press useless charges against me at all and how we chose TOGETHER my soliciting him for prostitution, how my soliciting him for $2 worth of Nirvana-esque bliss is a regular part of our flirtation, the maintenance man's confirmation of absolutely no bugs in their restroom after I used it, my conversation with "Chelsea," my entire interaction with "Joe" including his inappropriately dirty talk about my lemon rind and open invitation to use their bar's power outlet "all night long," (follow that with) the message I sent Bogart and Alfred before I boarded the Metro to go there, their amped conversation behind the bar while I reported my stolen belongings, every second from the moment the fake security guard appeared before me at roughly 3:30am until I was out the door among the cool morning air, end with the archival footage of my rapist Jacob telling me his relationship with the hotel. Thank you!
By 4:34am I was ordering even more coffee and pondering a nice cup of tea while continuing to write and blog all morning long. It was not until 7:10am that I was on the first Metro bus from the closest bus stop to UCLA's Westwood Village even before I had time to check in with my SquidSwimmers before leaving.
I perched on the steps of the Hammer Museum working tirelessly online until 11am. It was not until well after I had left the Starbucks in Beverly Hills I had worked in since 4:30am that I did first try the coffee I had bought from them. It was drugged.
After taking the Metro into my adoptive city. By 11:59am, I was pouring out the last half or more of my coffee from 4:30am and working online under the new palm I had picked out to sleep beneath in the middle of the day with my public watching over me.
It was a good midday for Twitter...
12:01pm on 21Apr2015: 1/5) I gave you Obama-subservient war criminals the flat out command to give me my loved ones AND physical safety.
12:02pm on 21Apr2015: 2/5)But you are all so morally bankrupt that I have neither right now.
12:02pm on 21Apr2015: 3/5)Which part of, "I take abuse from no one," are you pretending is not REALITY.
12:03pm on 21Apr2015: 4/5)I am sending the entire sane world after every single one of you who is keeping my loved ones away from me. @RT_com @cctvnews @BBCWorld
12:05pm on 21Apr2015: 5/5)You cannot hide from us. @CIA @DeptofDefense @FBI @DHSgov @Martin_Dempsey Go, get'em, Tigers. @UN @ICC
Full of mixed signals of my darlings Tentacle trying to show up to guard me and of their constantly being stopped, I did not fall asleep until just before 2pm.
I woke up having a heart-to-heart with my own husband. It was a long overdue conversation that I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will circulate verified and unedited in its entirety. My public was keeping me that safe there that I could be that vulnerable.
I had my makeup on by 5:16pm. My Hungarian pocket mirror was only temporarily missing, and my iPad charger was returned. Sadly, though, my darlings Tentacle were still not there.
The Metro arrived so quickly that my first chance to check in was while I was already on the bus. I traveled as quickly as possible to the Von's grocery store on Sunset Blvd near Vermont Ave. I bought a four-cheese stuffed chicken Marsala there with Brussels sprouts apple slaw and deviled egg potato salad as sides.
I was very hungry, so I perched on the park bench next door in front of the Children's Hospital and used their free wifi to work online while eating my gourmet dinner. Yes, there in Hollywood, while I was perfectly groomed, wearing a designer outfit, and doing my REAL job as a world leader, someone clearly insane willfully falsely accused me of "vagrancy" and called the Children's Hospital security lying their (expletive)es off that I needed to be arrested.
My beautiful world, please reread my 27Feb2015 blog post and rewatch the famous conversation I had with "Colton" on my conversation patio months ago. The fact the only thing that could convince a court (really?), a place normally a temple to truth and logic, that I was not a "vagrant" was the cash value of my priceless belongings that I, of course, keep on my person at all times to keep safe, WAS INSANE.
I have no idea how my genius and beautiful Powers of Attorney tolerate listening to that (proper usage) OUT OF CONTROL crap 24/7.
I was quickly on the Metro to visit and hug an old friend at an open mic I used to frequent much more often every Tuesday night. I stopped at the local Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf for a regular mocha with an extra shot of espresso which I poured into my travel mug to take with me to be able to watch the NBC Nightly News there. My nightly cyberhug from my darling Mr. Lester Holt was as warm and as wonderful as ever.
That open mic, though, even for me, was as spiritual in its peacefulness as ever. Did you see me hanging out on the back steps of the venue after 10pm with my lovers, believers, and converts, writing poetry and making jokes? Did you see all of the warm hugs I stole from my darling still-needs-a-SquidName Todd? Look at how most people treat me; sometimes I go there just for the hugs,
My not-human-trafficker nerds please circulate a verified and unedited recording beginning the moment I told the friendly Scientologist that I already read Dianetics and ending after the show when I walked past the metal fence and off the lot.
After giving way-too-skinny Todd a final hug for the night, I ventured to the Roosevelt Hotel in Hollywood; there, we proved everything is worse when we do not call ahead. Thank you, Alfred and Bogart.
The Roosevelt Hotel's open persecution of me just for being me including their assassination attempt of me and their human rights abuses against me of trying to throw me out (or worse, to tell me to never come back) only because I was already their victim all manifested as open acts of war against AMERICA and led to the international community, the federal government, the local law enforcement, every noncorrupt court my Powers of Attorney needed, and eventually the California Medical Board flattening the Cedars-Sinai Hospital in Beverly Hills and all of Obama's war criminal infestation of our home they could find with a smackdown.
It was horrifying to live through, but at least I could feel my husband beside me watching over me during the chemical withdrawal body spasms when I asked myself, "Where is my husband?"
On the upside, that night proved I am forbidden ALL medical care at all whatsoever until Obama's "egg" is finally destroyed; medical professionals in my presence confirmed I have ABSOLUTELY NO MENTAL ILLNESS; I made hard witnesses out of the local police, the LA Sheriff's office, and federal agents pretending to be LA Fire Department parametrics that I am the one who tells the truth and that no one should ever listen to anyone who ever says a bad word about me or my loved ones; I am not normally asleep at those hours and would have left both the hotel lobby and the hospital of my own accord as fast as possible since my vacating the premesis was necessary for law enforcement to arrest them all, if I were capable of standing up at all; finally, my Powers of Attorney and I proved why we do not pay "medical" bills after TYPICAL "care" like that.
Yes, I was dragged out of Cedars-Sinai Hospital just like I was dragged out of the Viper Room months previously but this time by "security guards" alternately telling me "Of course [Squid] requested us. We'll keep you safe," and "Get out and never come back!"
It was 5:25am when I finally got my iPad out and was pulling sensors off my torso at the bus stop they left me at.
5:38am on 22Apr2015: @UN @ICC #SquidsPoA @RT_com @cctvnews @France24 @BBCWorld @Martin_Dempsey Cedars-Sinai just dragged me out and left me on the sidewalk. You arrest everyone who caused this and who enforces it now. I just need my loved ones. @DeptofDefense @FBI @DHSgov @CIA #LAPD
At that time I also requested a verified and responsibly-edited recording from every camera inside my body and subpoenaed from around me, especially watching me inside my hospital room, with no missing moments starting when I walked in the front door of the Roosevelt Hotel and ending when I could finally stand up at the bus stop. Definitely show the energy my husband sent me.
I snacked on chocolate covered almonds and sang a little to myself while I waited there on the ground under my sweater coat until I could stand. I made sure my SquidStream was locked, and then I brought my world with me as I wobbly ran some errands.
At 8:17am, I was trying to catch up my blog notes in the lobby of the Sofitel but was so tired that I forgot my whole reason for walking in was to buy a cup of coffee. And just so you know, the Sofitel is absolutely adorable inside.
I quickly checked in at the bus stop and took the Metro to my new palm in my adoptive city to sleep under. I sent this just before falling asleep...
11:11am on 22April2015: @lightfoot_music @Imanielijah22 @LeeJohnMusic @MarkusBlivian @SweetnessDepp Let no one clear away public guarding me. Tell me what you need.
There were no alarms that midday, and I awakened to the sound of a delicious electric guitar. It was 2:14pm when I checked the time. I told my darlings Tentacle I would look for them at 4pm and asked my dear old friend on the metal-stringed wonder to sooth my burdened soul while I continued sleeping. If I was attacked at all that day, it was after my darling guitarist was told to quit playing beside me.
I officially woke up at pretty much exactly 4pm after my visiting darling rock star with his electrical-magic-instrument began playing for me again. I was a little medicine-headed when I walked past him to thank him.
Sadly, Tentacle were still forbidden from being near me, so I checked in at 4:33pm on the bus into Los Angeles. Please, not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate the full visuals of that check in with the date on it.
It was rush hour, but I was soon at my counterterrorism "office" and finally online through the public wifi at 7:22pm after troubleshooting my connection with the help of the NSA.
I received my once-daily cyberhug from the NBC Nightly News at 8pm. The rest of my night and wee hours of the morning involved a lot of tweeting, blogging, emailing, people-watching, and singing along.
8:58pm on 22Apr2015: Any one who calls a woman (all X chromosomes, in my case) in a public place by choice for safety eating gourmet food and using space age technology to do a very difficult literal job that the world cannot function without, no matter how perfectly groomed and drop dead gorgeous AT ALL TIMES, a "vagrant" is INSANE. Lock them all up! #27Feb2015
I took a few breaks mostly to stretch my legs, but mostly I blogged all night and all morning.
This blog post was published at 4:52am on 23Apr2015.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Am I a lover or a fighter? There is no real difference. Similarly, there are no real differences between my darling Mr. David Eggers's favorite band the Scorpions' No One Like You and Rock You Like a Hurricane. However, there is nothing orange about being a chicken.
My beautiful world, are you doing your job out there? Did you create your master plan as a unified planet yet for saving the entire world from Terrorist Dictator Obama? Do you have your master plan yet, my beautiful world, for forcing Obama's extragovernmental rules and "egg" to finally end? He will never surrender; Obama only escalates. Please hurry. Yes, I am clearly still doing my job in here.
My selfless support system, um, yeah, I know what I need. I need bodyguards and actual enforcement of laws instead of enforcement of crimes. That is all Obama's extragovernmental rules have ever been-- crimes against America, crimes against humanity, crimes against my people, crimes against even the people who carry out the crimes, and crimes against me.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you are all I have had for years as a source of any justice or law enforcement. We press charges because it is ILLEGAL to obey and to enforce Obama's rules, never to disobey them.
The only way any of this will ever end is if everyone carrying out Obama's rules, extragovernmental abuses and restrictions built with open persecution of me as their excuse for existing at all, are finally arrested and removed from society FOREVER.
As for housekeeping, my genius ladies, please ask my mother for her hard evidence of all who are culpable for Obama's rape-slavery of me while she was in town and put the first roof over my head since I fled the War Criminal Gables on 05Dec2014.
Every roof over my head will rape and enslave me unless my living accommodations are completely under my control or under the control of people I choose. For months Her Royal Majesty Queen Elizabeth II of England has been trying to find a safe place for me to stay, yet even she could find no place that would refuse to rape and enslave me.
My Powers of Attorney, if I was broadcast in the privacy of my own hotel room by cameras I was forbidden from knowing were there, the full charges include human trafficking of me used as acts of war against America and against the world. Please press every criminal and civil charge possible.
The only footage I will allow of myself ever out of that PRIVATE hotel room is every verified attack on my mere mortal body EVERY TIME I SLEPT unedited and with full audio and visuals beginning the moment the Obama-sent abusers entered my room against my will and ending the moment they left.
If 'surveillance' is actually used to protect me and to catch crimes committed against me, like my SquidStream is primarily for, they can actually call it a security system.
Please circulate the energy both of my boyfriends sent me before I woke up on the morning of 20Apr2015 only to my selfless support system who can watch my verified SquidStream under all circumstances 24/7 anyway.
Speaking of which, my symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, yes, I do see even with my own eyes shut how much you both love me.
So many times, I just make everyone else's energy, your hopes and desires, visible to the nanotechnology. Sometimes, I even make the world's energy visible, sometimes the universe's.
Finally, darlings, calm down. Everyone looks a little dumb when right next to me.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. You know the pain of looking dumb next to me very well. Giggle. I heard you the other day, "You know my wife Squid? Yeah, she made me the King of Spain."
Beloved, it means so much to me how proud you have always been to be my husband. With so many people so horrible to me everywhere I have been since Obama took office in 2009, knowing you love me has always been what keeps me alive waking up every day to go out and do my job. No one will ever be able to replace you in my life. We have been together since the very start. We have accepted our destiny.
My more-than-just-a-pretty-face husband, please watch and listen to a verified and unedited recording of our private moment together on the morning of 19Apr2015. Please watch and listen to our heart-to-heart on 21Apr2015 while I rested under the palm. Giggle with me by watching a verified and unedited recording of my walking past two of your doppelgängers on Hollywood Blvd on 21Apr2015 and my telling them I should really make out with them. Most importantly, watch what I saw and heard verified and unedited when you sent me your energy in the hospital when I needed you on the morning of 22Apr2015.
I will find a way to reach you, my irrefutable love of my life. I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain...
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. From slowing me down to forcing me offline to refusing me all of my own finances to keeping my own real loved ones away from me to lying about me to incite irrational hatred of me-- everything and everyone preventing me from doing my REAL job must be arrested and removed. Too many people everywhere in this world depend on me.
"A girl child ain't safe in a world full of mens..." --The Color Purple Personally, I have not felt comfortable with being viewed as a sexual creature at all by the public until recently, meaning this month. I am finally accepting of being treated as sexually attractive by strangers, but I will never tolerate being treated like a sexual object.
I once lectured a woman at a McDonald's in Long Beach, CA on her failure as a mother figure because the tween girls she was with were twerking. I would also like to be an example for young women on how to have emotionally healthy relationships with menfolk, but the people around me would need to be free to acknowledge reality for that to be possible.
My previous blogpost is post-dated 1:06pm on 16Apr2015. I actually finished this blogpost first after which I wrote an appendix to address my weekend with my mother from 16Apr to 20Apr2015.
This blog post begins at 12noon on 20Apr2015 when I checked out of the hotel room my mom had arranged for us while she was in town. Well before 1:27pm, I was perched at a local independent coffee shop I had never noticed before trying to catchup on all of my backlog of blogging.
I had promised to look for my darlings Tentacle at 4pm after my hours of writing, but I was delayed by nineteen minutes because I treated the skin infection on my legs again. No, they were not around. After reassurances they were alive, though, I sat down to Spanish tapas with a tiny glass of wine while I kept writing.
I paid my bill at 6:10pm and after both online research and notifying Bogart and Alfred, I left for a Monday night on the town. With no friends allowed near me, why would I stay in my adoptive city that night promoting their economy and keeping peace for them?
Yes, I decided to catch up my blog from a local tourism hotspot in Beverly Hills. By 8:44pm, I was sipping a zombie at Trader Vic's. Giggle.
I pretty much sat there and wrote while menfolk with strange accents came and went just to be able to look at me. I sipped that zombie until just before Trader Vic's closed at 12mid. Shortly afterwards, I was invited by the friendly staff of the coffee bar upstairs to sip my espresso doppio while using their outlets, etc. all night long. We have the verified audio and visuals.
The only distressing part was when I noticed some clandestine stranger had absconded some time between then and when I had dinner with my charger for my new iPad Air 2 that my mother had just bought me.
I reported it was missing at 1:40am with a request for my Powers of Attorney to subpoena all surveillance from the bus to the tiki bar, etc., to make sure we could catch the thief of my priceless belongings.
My work in the wee hours of that morning was long overdue. I sat silently at that power outlet catching up my last blog post (my second only ever post-dated post) as fast as possible.
Well, until 3:36am, that was what I worked on. That was the time a fake security officer who refused to tell me his name pretended he was physically intimidating (Why else did he move the chair?) and told me to leave.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording of my highlights at the Beverly Hilton: my arrival, my drink order, my paying my bill, my full explanation start to finish of why my darling LightFoot needed to press useless charges against me at all and how we chose TOGETHER my soliciting him for prostitution, how my soliciting him for $2 worth of Nirvana-esque bliss is a regular part of our flirtation, the maintenance man's confirmation of absolutely no bugs in their restroom after I used it, my conversation with "Chelsea," my entire interaction with "Joe" including his inappropriately dirty talk about my lemon rind and open invitation to use their bar's power outlet "all night long," (follow that with) the message I sent Bogart and Alfred before I boarded the Metro to go there, their amped conversation behind the bar while I reported my stolen belongings, every second from the moment the fake security guard appeared before me at roughly 3:30am until I was out the door among the cool morning air, end with the archival footage of my rapist Jacob telling me his relationship with the hotel. Thank you!
By 4:34am I was ordering even more coffee and pondering a nice cup of tea while continuing to write and blog all morning long. It was not until 7:10am that I was on the first Metro bus from the closest bus stop to UCLA's Westwood Village even before I had time to check in with my SquidSwimmers before leaving.
I perched on the steps of the Hammer Museum working tirelessly online until 11am. It was not until well after I had left the Starbucks in Beverly Hills I had worked in since 4:30am that I did first try the coffee I had bought from them. It was drugged.
After taking the Metro into my adoptive city. By 11:59am, I was pouring out the last half or more of my coffee from 4:30am and working online under the new palm I had picked out to sleep beneath in the middle of the day with my public watching over me.
It was a good midday for Twitter...
12:01pm on 21Apr2015: 1/5) I gave you Obama-subservient war criminals the flat out command to give me my loved ones AND physical safety.
12:02pm on 21Apr2015: 2/5)But you are all so morally bankrupt that I have neither right now.
12:02pm on 21Apr2015: 3/5)Which part of, "I take abuse from no one," are you pretending is not REALITY.
12:03pm on 21Apr2015: 4/5)I am sending the entire sane world after every single one of you who is keeping my loved ones away from me. @RT_com @cctvnews @BBCWorld
12:05pm on 21Apr2015: 5/5)You cannot hide from us. @CIA @DeptofDefense @FBI @DHSgov @Martin_Dempsey Go, get'em, Tigers. @UN @ICC
Full of mixed signals of my darlings Tentacle trying to show up to guard me and of their constantly being stopped, I did not fall asleep until just before 2pm.
I woke up having a heart-to-heart with my own husband. It was a long overdue conversation that I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will circulate verified and unedited in its entirety. My public was keeping me that safe there that I could be that vulnerable.
I had my makeup on by 5:16pm. My Hungarian pocket mirror was only temporarily missing, and my iPad charger was returned. Sadly, though, my darlings Tentacle were still not there.
The Metro arrived so quickly that my first chance to check in was while I was already on the bus. I traveled as quickly as possible to the Von's grocery store on Sunset Blvd near Vermont Ave. I bought a four-cheese stuffed chicken Marsala there with Brussels sprouts apple slaw and deviled egg potato salad as sides.
I was very hungry, so I perched on the park bench next door in front of the Children's Hospital and used their free wifi to work online while eating my gourmet dinner. Yes, there in Hollywood, while I was perfectly groomed, wearing a designer outfit, and doing my REAL job as a world leader, someone clearly insane willfully falsely accused me of "vagrancy" and called the Children's Hospital security lying their (expletive)es off that I needed to be arrested.
My beautiful world, please reread my 27Feb2015 blog post and rewatch the famous conversation I had with "Colton" on my conversation patio months ago. The fact the only thing that could convince a court (really?), a place normally a temple to truth and logic, that I was not a "vagrant" was the cash value of my priceless belongings that I, of course, keep on my person at all times to keep safe, WAS INSANE.
I have no idea how my genius and beautiful Powers of Attorney tolerate listening to that (proper usage) OUT OF CONTROL crap 24/7.
I was quickly on the Metro to visit and hug an old friend at an open mic I used to frequent much more often every Tuesday night. I stopped at the local Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf for a regular mocha with an extra shot of espresso which I poured into my travel mug to take with me to be able to watch the NBC Nightly News there. My nightly cyberhug from my darling Mr. Lester Holt was as warm and as wonderful as ever.
That open mic, though, even for me, was as spiritual in its peacefulness as ever. Did you see me hanging out on the back steps of the venue after 10pm with my lovers, believers, and converts, writing poetry and making jokes? Did you see all of the warm hugs I stole from my darling still-needs-a-SquidName Todd? Look at how most people treat me; sometimes I go there just for the hugs,
My not-human-trafficker nerds please circulate a verified and unedited recording beginning the moment I told the friendly Scientologist that I already read Dianetics and ending after the show when I walked past the metal fence and off the lot.
After giving way-too-skinny Todd a final hug for the night, I ventured to the Roosevelt Hotel in Hollywood; there, we proved everything is worse when we do not call ahead. Thank you, Alfred and Bogart.
The Roosevelt Hotel's open persecution of me just for being me including their assassination attempt of me and their human rights abuses against me of trying to throw me out (or worse, to tell me to never come back) only because I was already their victim all manifested as open acts of war against AMERICA and led to the international community, the federal government, the local law enforcement, every noncorrupt court my Powers of Attorney needed, and eventually the California Medical Board flattening the Cedars-Sinai Hospital in Beverly Hills and all of Obama's war criminal infestation of our home they could find with a smackdown.
It was horrifying to live through, but at least I could feel my husband beside me watching over me during the chemical withdrawal body spasms when I asked myself, "Where is my husband?"
On the upside, that night proved I am forbidden ALL medical care at all whatsoever until Obama's "egg" is finally destroyed; medical professionals in my presence confirmed I have ABSOLUTELY NO MENTAL ILLNESS; I made hard witnesses out of the local police, the LA Sheriff's office, and federal agents pretending to be LA Fire Department parametrics that I am the one who tells the truth and that no one should ever listen to anyone who ever says a bad word about me or my loved ones; I am not normally asleep at those hours and would have left both the hotel lobby and the hospital of my own accord as fast as possible since my vacating the premesis was necessary for law enforcement to arrest them all, if I were capable of standing up at all; finally, my Powers of Attorney and I proved why we do not pay "medical" bills after TYPICAL "care" like that.
Yes, I was dragged out of Cedars-Sinai Hospital just like I was dragged out of the Viper Room months previously but this time by "security guards" alternately telling me "Of course [Squid] requested us. We'll keep you safe," and "Get out and never come back!"
It was 5:25am when I finally got my iPad out and was pulling sensors off my torso at the bus stop they left me at.
5:38am on 22Apr2015: @UN @ICC #SquidsPoA @RT_com @cctvnews @France24 @BBCWorld @Martin_Dempsey Cedars-Sinai just dragged me out and left me on the sidewalk. You arrest everyone who caused this and who enforces it now. I just need my loved ones. @DeptofDefense @FBI @DHSgov @CIA #LAPD
At that time I also requested a verified and responsibly-edited recording from every camera inside my body and subpoenaed from around me, especially watching me inside my hospital room, with no missing moments starting when I walked in the front door of the Roosevelt Hotel and ending when I could finally stand up at the bus stop. Definitely show the energy my husband sent me.
I snacked on chocolate covered almonds and sang a little to myself while I waited there on the ground under my sweater coat until I could stand. I made sure my SquidStream was locked, and then I brought my world with me as I wobbly ran some errands.
At 8:17am, I was trying to catch up my blog notes in the lobby of the Sofitel but was so tired that I forgot my whole reason for walking in was to buy a cup of coffee. And just so you know, the Sofitel is absolutely adorable inside.
I quickly checked in at the bus stop and took the Metro to my new palm in my adoptive city to sleep under. I sent this just before falling asleep...
11:11am on 22April2015: @lightfoot_music @Imanielijah22 @LeeJohnMusic @MarkusBlivian @SweetnessDepp Let no one clear away public guarding me. Tell me what you need.
There were no alarms that midday, and I awakened to the sound of a delicious electric guitar. It was 2:14pm when I checked the time. I told my darlings Tentacle I would look for them at 4pm and asked my dear old friend on the metal-stringed wonder to sooth my burdened soul while I continued sleeping. If I was attacked at all that day, it was after my darling guitarist was told to quit playing beside me.
I officially woke up at pretty much exactly 4pm after my visiting darling rock star with his electrical-magic-instrument began playing for me again. I was a little medicine-headed when I walked past him to thank him.
Sadly, Tentacle were still forbidden from being near me, so I checked in at 4:33pm on the bus into Los Angeles. Please, not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate the full visuals of that check in with the date on it.
It was rush hour, but I was soon at my counterterrorism "office" and finally online through the public wifi at 7:22pm after troubleshooting my connection with the help of the NSA.
I received my once-daily cyberhug from the NBC Nightly News at 8pm. The rest of my night and wee hours of the morning involved a lot of tweeting, blogging, emailing, people-watching, and singing along.
8:58pm on 22Apr2015: Any one who calls a woman (all X chromosomes, in my case) in a public place by choice for safety eating gourmet food and using space age technology to do a very difficult literal job that the world cannot function without, no matter how perfectly groomed and drop dead gorgeous AT ALL TIMES, a "vagrant" is INSANE. Lock them all up! #27Feb2015
I took a few breaks mostly to stretch my legs, but mostly I blogged all night and all morning.
This blog post was published at 4:52am on 23Apr2015.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Am I a lover or a fighter? There is no real difference. Similarly, there are no real differences between my darling Mr. David Eggers's favorite band the Scorpions' No One Like You and Rock You Like a Hurricane. However, there is nothing orange about being a chicken.
My beautiful world, are you doing your job out there? Did you create your master plan as a unified planet yet for saving the entire world from Terrorist Dictator Obama? Do you have your master plan yet, my beautiful world, for forcing Obama's extragovernmental rules and "egg" to finally end? He will never surrender; Obama only escalates. Please hurry. Yes, I am clearly still doing my job in here.
My selfless support system, um, yeah, I know what I need. I need bodyguards and actual enforcement of laws instead of enforcement of crimes. That is all Obama's extragovernmental rules have ever been-- crimes against America, crimes against humanity, crimes against my people, crimes against even the people who carry out the crimes, and crimes against me.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you are all I have had for years as a source of any justice or law enforcement. We press charges because it is ILLEGAL to obey and to enforce Obama's rules, never to disobey them.
The only way any of this will ever end is if everyone carrying out Obama's rules, extragovernmental abuses and restrictions built with open persecution of me as their excuse for existing at all, are finally arrested and removed from society FOREVER.
As for housekeeping, my genius ladies, please ask my mother for her hard evidence of all who are culpable for Obama's rape-slavery of me while she was in town and put the first roof over my head since I fled the War Criminal Gables on 05Dec2014.
Every roof over my head will rape and enslave me unless my living accommodations are completely under my control or under the control of people I choose. For months Her Royal Majesty Queen Elizabeth II of England has been trying to find a safe place for me to stay, yet even she could find no place that would refuse to rape and enslave me.
My Powers of Attorney, if I was broadcast in the privacy of my own hotel room by cameras I was forbidden from knowing were there, the full charges include human trafficking of me used as acts of war against America and against the world. Please press every criminal and civil charge possible.
The only footage I will allow of myself ever out of that PRIVATE hotel room is every verified attack on my mere mortal body EVERY TIME I SLEPT unedited and with full audio and visuals beginning the moment the Obama-sent abusers entered my room against my will and ending the moment they left.
If 'surveillance' is actually used to protect me and to catch crimes committed against me, like my SquidStream is primarily for, they can actually call it a security system.
Please circulate the energy both of my boyfriends sent me before I woke up on the morning of 20Apr2015 only to my selfless support system who can watch my verified SquidStream under all circumstances 24/7 anyway.
Speaking of which, my symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, yes, I do see even with my own eyes shut how much you both love me.
So many times, I just make everyone else's energy, your hopes and desires, visible to the nanotechnology. Sometimes, I even make the world's energy visible, sometimes the universe's.
Finally, darlings, calm down. Everyone looks a little dumb when right next to me.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. You know the pain of looking dumb next to me very well. Giggle. I heard you the other day, "You know my wife Squid? Yeah, she made me the King of Spain."
Beloved, it means so much to me how proud you have always been to be my husband. With so many people so horrible to me everywhere I have been since Obama took office in 2009, knowing you love me has always been what keeps me alive waking up every day to go out and do my job. No one will ever be able to replace you in my life. We have been together since the very start. We have accepted our destiny.
My more-than-just-a-pretty-face husband, please watch and listen to a verified and unedited recording of our private moment together on the morning of 19Apr2015. Please watch and listen to our heart-to-heart on 21Apr2015 while I rested under the palm. Giggle with me by watching a verified and unedited recording of my walking past two of your doppelgängers on Hollywood Blvd on 21Apr2015 and my telling them I should really make out with them. Most importantly, watch what I saw and heard verified and unedited when you sent me your energy in the hospital when I needed you on the morning of 22Apr2015.
I will find a way to reach you, my irrefutable love of my life. I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain...
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