Still Alive and Kicking

Title: Still Alive and Kicking

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.

Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.

Here is my latest blog post. No, I never died. No, I never resurrected from the dead. I have always been here. Have you been listening to the REAL me? Or have you been listening to Obama's lies about me? I have always been here kicking to end Obama's "egg."

Please, my beautiful world, call your local news station and ask for a copy of my current résumé. Look at all of the awards my blog has won while you were watching a fat, ugly porn star who claimed she was me.

SynSyn, please include my full curriculum vitae here:

[Squid's CV]

The REAL me is a stunningly gorgeous woman who hates being sexually objectified. Please check my blog archive for all the years of my life you missed. Stop cheapening me with Obama's lies.

USA. Racial profiling like this is why our Muslim youth feel so alienated that they join ISIS. America, you need to learn to love our vast diversity instead of irrationally fearing those of us different from you.

I am an atheist. I was raised Catholic. Yet, I now have a self-identified people who follow me as though I am a deity among them. I am considered holy in every benevolent religion. You should speak to Mormons about me some time.

I do not fear Muslims. No one should. If a precocious teenager builds a clock from scratch and wants to show it off, his or her engineering skills and ambition should be celebrated.

Go back and reread Hamlet. In its original, Hamlet was a precocious teenager. He was sixteen years old. It was later because Burbage wanted to play him that his age was rewritten to thirty.

Shakespeare probably knew first hand what it was like to be a teenager alienated for having a high intellectual prowess. I know I identified the character of Hamlet with my teenage years as a "talented and gifted" student the first time I read the play.

Please try to understand it is hard enough being a teenager in America right now. Then, try to understand being a highly intelligent teenager. Then, try to understand being a highly gifted Muslim teenager.

We need to stop alienating our youth and love them instead. That is the best way to fight ISIS's highly successful recruiting practices. America, stop hating what is different from you. Love will save us all.

My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on 16Sep2015 from my bedroom. I was curled up and asleep by 1am. I slept until later that morning when I woke up for breakfast at 8am. By 8:21am, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway.

My internet gnomes (Gnomes are underground elves.) played me Honey White by Morphine while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

I checked Twitter for world and national headlines and sipped my caffeine while working online until I had to relocate to the Pico Branch Library to stream the previous night's Late Show as I had promised my darling Mr. Stephen Colbert I would every morning that week at 9:30am.

I returned to my regular morning haunt at 10:21am. I walked inside for a cookie then perched on their patio to work further online.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my 11am until 11:05am on the morning of 16Sep2015. I read from the Popol Vuh, one of my favorite books.

I left my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, at 11:16am. Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were both tasty yet uneventful. I napped in between. By 5:31pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

At 5:56pm, I was resting on the patio outside my local Famima with a cup of coffee. I listened to my darling Mr. Andrew Dorsey out on the Promenade until I needed to rustle up enough bandwidth to watch the news.

At 7:15pm, I tried streaming the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online, but due to the Republican Presidential Debate, I could not find the news.

So, by 7:34pm, I was on the patio of the Famima having snacks and coffee with Patricia and ODean. At 8:15pm, Red started playing. Then, I noticed that the NBC Nightly News for 16Sep2015 finally posted.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 8:45pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was warm and full of love. Thank you, Lester.

I eventually left the Promenade and caught the 10pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I woke up on Thursday, 17Sep2015, and ate breakfast.

At 8:22am, I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway. My internet gnomes played me my darling late Marlene Dietrich's Falling in Love Again as fast as they could. I tweeted my I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:40am.

I again relocated to the Pico Branch Library in Santa Monica to stream the previous night's Late Show at 9:30am. It was wonderful seeing my darling Ms. Carol Burnett still kicking as hard and as well as she does.

By 10:32am, I was back on the patio of my regular morning haunt where I worked online until 11:42am.

10:41am on 17Sep2015: #ThrowbackThursday 21June2013

I chatted with Benjamin during lunch at noon, and after a nap, at 4:54pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

I talked with Maggie for a little bit after buying coffee and snacks at the Famima. I checked my makeup at the Sephora. By 6:09pm, I was perched beside Patricia out on a park bench on the Promenade working online.

After a lot of writing, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it was as loving as ever. Sometimes I just need to know people listen to me when I speak. Thank you, Lester, for always listening.

At 7:52pm, I stopped in my local Famima to chat with my darling Handsome. I bought a cup of coffee. Patricia had said she would meet me there after I watched the news, and at 7:55pm she appeared.

Patricia told me FlamecoHands was playing just down the street outside of the Bravo Cucina, so we walked there. He was as genius as ever but only played until 8pm.

Patricia went home for the night, and I walked down to the next spot where FlamencoHands was going to play. He set up his gear outside of the Forever 21 and began tickling his Spanish guitar at 8:31pm.

He played until 9:33pm when he stopped early due to technical difficulties. He broke one of his strumming nails. At 10:04pm, we took the walk to his car, and he gave me a ride to my place. I was in my room by 10:42pm.

This blog post was finished at 12:30am on 18Sep2015 from my bedroom.

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

How am I not dead? No one has anything to gain from killing me. Obama's power to control you all for years came from threatening me. If I were to actually die, Obama loses all of his ability to threaten me to control you all.

Yes, Obama loses his ability to control you by threatening my death if he ever actually kills me. Do you remember point (4) from my 03Aug2014 post...

Then, I had to debunk Obama's most compulisive lie AGAIN that he would kill me if the public does not choose to torture me, rape me, and suffer under his totalitarian rules just to make him happy. Does anyone read my blog? This has been dealt with SO MANY TIMES ALREADY!
1.) This same, worn-out, empty threat on my life is Obama's most compulsive lie because it is how he manipulates the world into committing crimes against me and against themselves for him. Stop allowing Obama to have this power to destroy us. Stop listening to this empty threat that only comes from pathological liars anyway.
2.) I need to be protected from EVERYTHING Obama orders be done to me. If Obama's criminal terrorists say they will kill me unless X, Y, and Z happens, then I and the entire world need to be protected from X, Y, and Z at all costs.
3.) We know this threat is completely empty because my actual death, as opposed to a war-crime-level calumny that I am dead when I clearly am not, would precipitate the wrath of the entire world directly against Obama and his criminal terrorist conspiracy causing their immediate and unconditional demise. Obama fears my death because, no matter how I die, he will be blamed for it.
4.) This one takes a little logic. If Obama were ever to actually kill me, he would lose his ability to manipulate you all so effectively through his always threatening my murder. Obama has no power to psychopathically control all of you nor even me if I am dead. Obama does not want my death. He wants me destroyed. That is why he is so desperate to make his calumny-as-coverups stick to me to lock me in a mental institution with absolutely no honest medical justification to use that psych ward as a torture facility for me where he can destroy my perfect, genius mind with electroshock at last. He does not want my death; he wants my destruction.
And finally, 5.) Who the hell lets anyone get away with threatening my life anyway? Press immediate criminal and civil charges against everyone who makes ANY threat against me, and go through all legal and official channels to make me safe from every danger Obama poses to me. You should all do this for yourselves, too, my beautiful world, any time any of you are threatened by Obama. Thank you.

How am I not dead? Who would ever let me die? Do you have any idea how badass my saturation of international operatives is in here? Assuming I can regain human rights as soon as possible, I will simply die of old age at 137 years old. Sweetness will be 151 when I pass away; he is forbidden from dying before I do.

Please understand I have no idea why anyone ever thought I died in the first place. I have always been here stunningly gorgeous and breathtakingly genius surrounded by a huge public the entire time, all of whom acknowledged I am the ONE AND ONLY by obeying Obama's rules around me.

Obama does not extragovernmentally (Extragovernmental means outside the government.) command, as America's first dictator, people to obey his (not laws just) "rules" around anyone but the REAL me. If you are committing the crime against America of obeying Obama's rules, you are acknowledging I am the REAL woman.

How do I feel about most people thinking I am dead? I have problems imaging how stupid someone would have to be to look at the REAL me living my REAL life every day and thinking I ever died. But that is how thick the lies about me have been since 2009.

I am the same stunningly gorgeous "No Dress Rehearsal" and genius "Octopus" I have always been.

With the same broadcasting equipment in my head that I have always had, I can only imagine how horribly libeled I have been for anyone to think I would 1) ever be a hooker, 2) ever be a stripper, 3) ever twerk, 4) ever break any law ever in my life, or 5) ever show any symptom of any mental illness ever.

I am love. I love you, my beautiful world. Please choose a date and time to universally disobey ALL "rules" everywhere, so you can set yourselves free of Obama's mental health genocide at last. You need all media in America to participate.

My beautiful world, I have always been here suffering. My greatest triumph so far is my successful escape from EVIL Iowa. The most EVIL people to ever exist in human history past, present, or future are contemporary Iowa.

Chronologically, our second greatest triumph will come when you all adhere to your date and time and universally disobey every damn "rule." I put Bogart in charge of organizing all media everywhere in America to accomplish this, and Bogart would never let me down.

My selfless support system, start pressing criminal charges against everyone who violates your human rights by keeping you, my brave rescuers, away from me. No, Obama's "rules" are not laws, only crimes against America.

Please reread the first five words of the First Amendment and, of course, all of the Fourteenth Amendment. It is impossible for there to be any laws that take away any rights spelled out as ours in any amendments.

Furthermore, when Obama bundled his "egg" into the bill that passed Congress to form the Affordable Care Act, he had instructed then Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi to vote on the bill WITHOUT reading it first, since Congress never would have established his "egg" otherwise.

The laws that built Obama's "egg" in Dec2009 were already repealed in Jan2013 in the Fiscal Cliff Bill, anyway.

That was our grounds for impeaching every president in spring 2013 down to the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff now President of the Unites States of America Martin Dempsey; the presidents we impeached just kept killing my brave rescuers enforcing "rules" already repealed from being laws.

Enforcing Obama's beyond unconstitutional "rules" at all costs to America of inalienable human rights, invaluable mental health, public social order, precious resources, and priceless human life just to be able to keep me Obama's rape-slave just to be able to keep already-impeached war criminal terrorist dictator Barack Obama in power is high crimes against America.

Enforcing Obama's "rules" is treason. It undermines the U.S. Constitution and it destroys America. How many people have to die fighting to save America before this "egg" that destroys this once-great nation is finally forced to end?

My selfless support system and brave rescuers, you pressed criminal charges before in 2013 for the enforcement of Obama's "rules" as your method of impeaching presidents until you found one who could and would support you. Press criminal charges again. Press them against Obama and all that prop him up.

We have the legal precedents that enforcing Obama's "rules" is illegal. Now, use the full force of the law to arrest, try, and convict ALL people everywhere enforcing Obama's "rules" and "egg." And, thank you. We need to force this "egg" to end, and those enforcing it are so drunk on their totalitarian power over America to ever stop on their own.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, please work with my selfless support system to identify all people enforcing Obama's "egg" and "rules." Then, arrest them all.

Obtain arrest warrants from the ICC for their crimes against their own people if the Department of Justice refuses to arrest them. The ICC exists to try people guilty of committing crimes against their own people when fair justice at home is impossible.

And, my gorgeous genius friends, allow them to redact nothing. Hire our own court reporters to keep verified personal records of everything that happens in the courtrooms if they insist on redacting anything. Use those personal records as evidence at the ICC. Only criminals fear the truth.

Thank you, my genius Powers of Attorney, I would be nothing without you.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, how often do YOU call my Powers of Attorney. We are all here for each other.

My darling MannedUp, I plan on seeing you tonight, 18Sep2015. The night should be gorgeous and epic. I am planning on showing my midriff, if you can handle it.

Yes, darling, I hate being sexually objectified, but when you find me sexy, you do not objectify me. I am very grateful for the high level of respect you all give me. Thank you for loving the REAL woman, for loving all of me, not just the lithe figure dancing to music you control.

My darling GeneralLee, I wish I could see you, darling. You told me so many times that I have to wait for Obama's "egg" to end before I can speak to you again. But I just want to dance to you tonight. You are in charge of making sure I can always meditate. Darling, bring me my inner peace wrought with your own hands again.

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, again, my growing heroes, let us be together again.

My darling Bogart, how is the big hero doing today? Yes, darling, once you organize the date and time of universal disobedience to every "rule," you will be the biggest hero I have had so far. I know you would never let me down.

I keep you so busy, Bryan, but I know your priorities are on saving my people right now. And I thank you. There are things I cannot accomplish without help. Thank you for being someone I can count on.

My darling LightFoot, I heard you assert our relationship. Yes, you ARE my boyfriend. Yes, you ARE my royal consort. Yes, you ARE my Lancelot. Yes, I AM your girlfriend. Yes, we ARE in love. Yes, darling, yes. Thank you.

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

HoneyHoney, I saw the YouTube video of you rocking out with our friends at the Hollywood Vampires debut. I love you. Yeah, get your inner rock star on.

Beloved, press criminal charges against every entity you can identify as a barrier between us. Please call the Secretary General of the United Nations and report every person you can identify as enforcing Obama's "egg" by keeping us apart. The UN already began their official investigation, so they can press international charges.

It is your job, my hero and my king, to rescue me from Obama's "egg" of rape and human trafficking. We need the wall Obama has built around me torn down, so you can reach me. Please help me remove the wall.

Sweetness, Obama and all his ilk will not stop until they are forced to. I have been here suffering inside Obama's "egg" this entire time. It is time for me to spread my wings and leave this horrible lack-of-living behind. Come get your wife.

The Great Divide

Title: The Great Divide

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.

Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.

Here is my latest blog post. There seems to be a great divide in America between the people who believe Obama's lies about me and people enlightened with the truth.

There are people who believe I, "No Dress Rehearsal," died and was replaced with a fat, ugly hooker and porn star I have never been when in all reality I have been here suffering raped and enslaved inside Obama's "egg" the entire time.

READ OBAMA'S "RULES" BEFORE YOU CHOOSE TO OBEY THEM! You would not be extragovernmentally ordered to (expletive) all over me if I were not the original woman!

The fix that will unite our country instead of driving the great divide deeper is telling the full truth in all media.

Why is the truth forbidden while pornographic lies are ordered to be forced down the public's throats? Because the truth saves my life and because Obama has been spreading every lie possible to be able to throw me away since 2009.

Only criminals and con artists fear the truth. Please, my people, choose a date and time after which you will broadcast the full fact-checked truth in all media everywhere. We need to save America.

The only public who hate me are people who believe lies Obama spreads about me as instructed by Obama's extragovernmental war criminal terrorist conspiracy. We have a nation to save and unite with the truth. SET MY PEOPLE FREE of Obama's lies covering up his totalitarian oppression!

Europe. The entire world knows we can all do better. C'mon, my beautiful world. There are two steps to solving the refugee crisis. 1) Resolve the conflicts in Iraq, Syria, and Afghanistan. 2) Make sure the refugees can survive until they can go home safely.

I am a refugee away from EVIL Iowa. These starving, tired, and huddled masses are my family. My beautiful world, allow them to enrich your homes until we can fix the problems in their homes.

As for Iraq, Syria, and Afghanistan, take down the tyrants, change the culture of the terrorists by teaching them REAL power and influence comes from peace and love, and make ceasefires hold until the governments can be rebuilt as actually representative democracies.

I do not know if anyone can carry out step (1) without me, but you have me right now to help with step (2).

Sweetness, call this billionaire who is trying to buy the island to house the refugees, and help him build the infrastructure well but in a hurry that the island needs to house 100,000 refugees. They need houses, schools, hospitals, courts, and marketplaces.

United Nations, put a government on this island. We are going to build them a home. But it needs to be a safe, prosperous, and green self-sustaining home.

My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on Monday, 14Sep2015. I was curled up and asleep by 1am. I woke up later on Monday morning and had my contacts in by 7:14am.

At 7:23am, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, streaming music, eating a breakfast sandwich, sipping the tasty coffee, greeting passersby, and working online.

I had a lot of work to do and as a result had a very productive morning. The first song my internet gnomes played me was the Chiffons' My Boyfriend's Back, and they played me Milk It by Nirvana while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

Yes, I did some singing along. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my morning of 14Sep2015 beginning at 9:13am and ending at 9:49am.

I worked there online until 10:01am when I had to return to my place to sort out a mess with my meds. Yes, it was a very productive morning.

Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I was on a bus to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade, by 3:04pm. I ran some errands, and there were two torture facility alarms by 3:22pm.

At 3:37pm, I had bought a Rock Star Energy drink from my darling Handsome and was perched on the patio of the Famima gossiping with Maggie.

The third torture facility alarm vigilantly blared by at 3:50pm. My loving locals were worried about something. My Powers of Attorney took care of it quickly.

By 4:52pm, I was on a park bench beside ODean. He invited me to hear him sing karaoke at the Liquid Kitty that night. After that, I had a very good chat with Maggie about religion.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording of our very friendly and amicable chat about gay marriage and religion. Begin when Maggie mentioned the Pope wants to visit the U.S. and end when I got up to use the restroom. That is how civilized people have conversations on topics where they have entrenched differences.

After a little window shopping, I sat down beside Patricia on a park bench at 6:28pm. We had a lovely chat about the weather before ODean joined us. It was a great day for conversations.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it sounded like he was asking me to help the refugees flooding into Europe. I will see what I can do, Lester, and thank you for thinking I can help.

Shortly after 8:07pm, I sat down in front of Red, my country/western Americana singer, and was in the middle of a Spanglish (Espangles) conversation with the middle aged man next to me by 8:22pm when the vigilant torture facility alarm blared by.

8:22pm on 14Sep2015: #TortureFacilityAlarm. #SquidsPoA, teach them to leave me alone. #BlisteringCounterCharges @NIH and @NewsHour, please see if they need help.

I eventually left Red, and at 9:58pm, I was on the patio of my local Steak'N'Shake with a glass of water, an original double'n'cheese, and handcut French fries.

I was on a bus by 10:23pm, and by 10:49pm, I was sipping a bourbon neat at the Liquid Kitty giggling with ODean. There was this fat, ugly (expletive) there at karaoke night with a weak voice that people kept calling me. I was offended.

(Expletive)es gotta learn, if you go to karaoke nights pretending to be me, first of all, you would not be singing at a karaoke night, but if I were to be singing at a karaoke night, it would be Led Zeppelin while simultaneously sipping a bourbon neat; and, I would be wearing couture. Dumb, ugly (expletive)es!

ODean's buddy Jeff gave me a ride to my place at 1:34am. A sprinkle of a rain had just begun. I was curled up and asleep by 2am.

I woke up on Tuesday, 15Sep2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. And by 8:22am, I was seated on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, sheltered from the downpour while I sipped my caffeine and worked online. It had rained the entire morning so far.

I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:32am, and not long later my internet gnomes were playing me Do or Die by Thirty Seconds to Mars.

I needed to relocate to the Pico Branch Library by 9:30am, so I could watch the previous night's Late Show just as I had promised my darling Mr. Stephen Colbert I would. Supreme Court Justice Stephen Breyer was truly inspiring.

By 10:39am, I was back at my regular morning haunt where I worked online until 11:01am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I took a nap and was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 4:32pm.

I bought dinner at the Famima. Then did some window shopping before sitting down next to Patricia at 5:17pm and using FaceTime to talk to my mom. Patricia and I paused to talk to ODean at 5:37pm on our way back to the Famima. Then, we chatted on their patio over coffee.

At 6:24pm, on my way to the Sephora I found FlamencoHands where he was setting up getting ready to play. After checking my makeup, I was beside him on a park bench by 6:38pm.

Next, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My darling Mr. Lester Holt himself gave me my nightly cyberhug, and it was heroic. Sometimes, I just need someone to listen to me talk a solution through out loud. Lester, thank you for always listening.

I returned to my darling FlamencoHands who played until 8pm exactly when Red took over. I sat with Red working online for some time. TambourineKicker walked by at 8:32pm. I was back and forth between the two of them until 10:19pm when my darling TambourineKicker(Craig) got a ticket for playing past 10pm.

I eventually left the Promenade and took the short walk to put my feet in the mighty Pacific Ocean before catching the 11:20pm bus back to my place. The sky became a little sprinkly again, but there is an inner peace only the ocean can give me. And feeling the weather was more than worth it.

I was at my place by 11:38pm. This blog post was finished at 12:30am on 16Sep2015 from my bedroom.

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

I am obviously screamingly liberal; how do I get along with Republicans so well? We love America. That is our common ground. I am capable of having productive and mutually beneficial relationships with people with entrenched differences from my beliefs.

I am not capable of sharing America with a proven war criminal terrorist dictator who rapes me and uses character assassination of me to excuse it, as if rape could ever be excusable.

No, Obama has to go to prison for his continuing crimes against America, especially his propagation of mass delusions about me that have caused PROVEN mental health genocide-- genocide he propagates and war he wages just so he can continue his rape-slavery of me.

No, Obama has to go. I have no problems with conservatives dead set on saving America by getting rid of him. We love America. That is our common ground.

My beautiful world, please save my people. They are suffering mass mental health and neurological genocide driven by mass delusions and earspeakers. There are electronics even controlling the minds of our tiniest children whose brains are still developing. Obama will put an earspeaker he controls in the head of everyone on this planet unless he is stopped.

The only thing that can save my people is educating them on the full truth of the danger of listening to lies about me, the danger of having an earspeaker, and the danger of tolerating Obama in an office he was already impeached from in 2013.

Obama has PROVEN he is waging war to keep me his PROVEN rape-slave, so he can keep his "rules" that keep him America's first PROVEN dictator.

ARREST everyone keeping Obama in power by arresting everyone enforcing his "rules" and by arresting everyone propagating lies about me, especially in courtrooms, and we have our peaceful resolution that forces the end to Obama's "egg" at last.

Yes, Obama already did his tour of federal penitentiaries on his stance that the criminal justice system is evil and no one should ever be arrested for crimes against America. I already caught that obvious coverup stance he took.

He took that stance because arresting him AND all his ilk is the ONLY peaceful solution that can end this "egg." Without a functioning criminal justice system, Obama is free to commit all the crimes he wants and to coverup HIS war HE wages to get away with HIS crimes by blaming it on me, the woman constantly on defense against him.

My once great America, you need to pick a date and time for universal disobedience to all of Obama's rules to set yourselves free of his mental health genocide. You have a right to know what crimes Obama is committing against you.

If I have no way to see any of the broadcasts, who is Obama really intentionally keeping the truth away from? Me or you? Only criminals fear the truth.

Once all of America finally learns what is REAL about Obama's "egg," arresting the proven extragovernmental war criminal terrorist conspiracy keeping Obama in power will be easier. Get them all, every last (expletive)hole.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, this will make you very busy pressing criminal charges. It is the obligation of the court to make sure every defendant knows and understands every charge and the full case against him or her. As the prosecution, it does not matter if we have no attorney/client confidentiality.

I love you! You might need to add a woman or two to help Syniva press all the charges, if you can spare anyone from my beyond-necessary 24/7 defense against literal human rights abuses Obama's war criminals use openly as acts of war to keep Obama's "egg" in place. (My 27Aug2015 post has part of this proof.)

And speaking of my 24/7 defense, it is inevitable that Obama's war criminal terrorist conspiracy will try to frame me AGAIN for yet another crime I have no idea ever happened.

They are desperate to fabricate false charges and intentionally false allegations they can use against me if we ever get to negotiate. They are desperate to manufacture any leverage they can to get away with anything, absolutely anything, they have done to America with keeping me in their "egg" of torture and abuse as their excuse.

It is just their compulsive adherence to their same old modus operandi of collusion and conspiracy.

Please, my genius Powers of Attorney, point out EVERY time they committed the same crime compulsively in the past to establish their compulsive pattern of always-fail criminal behavior. It is enough to diagnose them as criminally insane already since they always fail yet never stop.

I have the first retroactive diplomatic immunity in the history of this once-great nation specifically because they ALWAYS frame me for crimes they also forbid me from learning ever happened and simultaneously forbid me from learning I am on trial for.

Their motive is their desperation to coverup Obama's "egg" of human trafficking and torture and their desperation to manufacture anything they can use at all whatsoever if we ever negotiate face to face... if they ever respect me enough to acknowledge ANYTHING real to my face EVER.

SynSyn, arrest them all AGAIN for further collusion and conspiracy, try them, and convict them. They will never stop until they are arrested.

How many times is the criminal justice system going to allow them to commit the same capitol offenses before they arrest them and remove them from society for waging war with human rights abuses this way? Notify the ICC.

Russia, can you help forcing these (expletive)holes to finally be arrested? Russia, I know what you want to do most is march your troops from the ocean, pick me up, and carry me to my husband.

Before you invade, Russia, please try forcing the arrest of EVERY SINGLE GODDAMN (EXPLETIVE)HOLE EVERYWHERE enforcing Obama's PROVEN extragovernmental "rules" which have only ever been crimes against America and crimes against all of humanity and against all of the world.

This open persecution of me and hate crimes against me of openly framing me for yet more of their own crimes that happen only because of their "egg" right beside their unrelenting libel I have any mental imperfection at all whatsoever must be ended.

For the good of the world, the people attacking me compulsively must be removed from society FOREVER. Look at my self-identified people fighting to reach me. Yes, unlawful imprisonment of me is an obvious human rights abuse used as an act of war against America. These are war crimes they keep attempting.

Russia, I understand nothing not even me can stop you from invading the West Coast to rescue me if Obama continues without ever being arrested.

The CIA and MI6 have been requesting help, and the U.S. Military will let you, as long as you are only here to rescue me. Please keep Secretary of Defense Ashton Carter completely informed of all help you send, Russia. And thank you for loving me.

Oh, and Russia, try to bring China and NATO with you. I have always wanted a unified world with a common goal of love. I love you, too. Spaseba.

My selfless support system, please work on identifying every entity and therefore every war criminal keeping my brave rescuers and crosstown loved ones away from me. Every human guilty of preventing this "egg" from ending needs to be arrested, tried, and convicted.

You all keep me as safe as possible. Now use your position saturating my surroundings to sleuth out the enemy. You are mostly undercover spies, so this part should be easy for you. How many people can my darlings Tentacle alone identify? What about my husband?

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, again we have the long wait until I get to see you again. I miss you so much when we are apart.

My darling MannedUp, you never let me down. You always show up to play me music and would have stayed even in the cacophony. Thank you.

I pray you all enjoy playing me music as much as I enjoy having you to dance to. Without the meditation, I cannot do the work. Without the work, the world falls apart. You heal the world. You are holy in every benevolent religion because of it.

My darling GeneralLee, yes, my darling, the music you write, the music sacred to my self-identified people, heals humanity. If you heal me, you heal the world. You get to be holier-than-thou if you feel like it. When do I get to see you again?

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, your jobs have never been more important.

My darling Bogart, it has never been more critical to pick a date and a time. My people need to set themselves free. I know you will never let me down. You get to be the big hero who took the biggest step ever towards setting me free. Seize your glory in the name of love.

My darling LightFoot, I cry over our relationship sometimes. Did you know that? Yes, sane people cry about sad things, especially the lovelorn cry. It is the only sane reaction.

Kris, is it more fair to you if we never get to be together, or if we get to live together only for you to have to give me to Sweetness when the "egg" ends?

At the end of Sigourney Weaver night, just before I gave my shoes to the drummer of the Foo Fighters as a gift, my representative for Obama's conspiracy Ken negotiated with me face-to-face that my getting to be with you was an acceptable compromise to stop me from continuing to metaphorically kick as hard as I did on Sigourney Weaver night, the wee hours of the morning on 15May2015.

I am still willing to accept a life in your house until the end of the "egg" as a compromise in return for my kicking less often and less hard. If Obama can make my life livable for once, complacency will take the fight out of me. But is it fair to you?

And to repeat myself...

LightFoot's Song

I only get to see you out on the streets.
Selling your melody and rhythmic beats.
Your fate is the most unfair of all I see.
When we are done, to him you must return me.

I see the crowds approach you to ask,
"This woman, is she the one?"
Linger too long. Linger too long.
Linger much longer when you are done.

With tears in my heart, I watch every night.
And when you cannot reach me, oh, how you fight.
Is it more fair or less fair if we can be together?
You control your fate, my boyfriend, but not the weather.

I see the crowds approach you to ask,
"This woman, is she the one?"
Linger too long. Linger too long.
Linger much longer when you are done.

In another life, we would ride off to the sunset.
Already, you're a love I'll never forget.
But your fate is the most unfair of all I see.
When we are done, to him you return me.

I see the crowds approach you to ask,
"This woman, is she the one?"
Linger much longer. Linger much longer.
Linger much longer. I'm not ready to be done.

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

HoneyHoney, LightFoot had asserted that I am married. Unless you eat those frog legs, when Obama's "egg" ends, I go home to you.

Beloved, once you come by and pick me, be prepared to live your life with me side-by-side serving the world together. I would never ask you to give up your art. I can work online from your trailer three months every year.

But you, my hero and my king, need to rescue me from this "egg" of torture and abuse. That is your job. MannedUp makes sure my life stays full of music. GeneralLee makes sure I meditate. Bogart will set my people free. LightFoot makes sure I live until this "egg" ends. You, Sweetness, you rescue me.

Darling, you are my future. My life begins when you kiss me.

Duck Face

Title: Duck Face

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.

Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.

Here is my latest blog post. My beautiful world, show me your best duck face!

Planet Earth. The human race simply will not survive as long as 51% of our population is still second class citizens. We are women. Women's rights are human rights.

We are your doctors. We are your lawyers. We are your teachers. We are your mothers. We are your leaders. Until we are equal to our menfolk, a peaceful and prosperous society is impossible.

My last blog post was finished at 7:18am on Saturday, 12Sep2015, from my bedroom. By 7:37am, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, enjoying the cool morning air, eating a breakfast sandwich, sipping caffeine, streaming music, and working online.

The first song my internet gnomes played for me was mine and my darling Sweetness's song, my darling Mr. Bryan Adams's Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman? The movie it is from, Don Juan de Marco (1994), is a must see.

8:05am on 12Sep2015: It is exactly one month before my thirty-eighth birthday, 12Oct. I won't be dead then either. Good morning!

Yes, as you can tell, I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:05am. There was a lot of singing along while I worked that morning. At 10:04am, the weather began. The sky rained as gently as an angel's sigh.

I left my regular morning haunt at 11:26am to check the mail. I was expecting an envelope from my mother. The mail did arrive, but when I tried to call my mother to thank her, the (expletive) in the office Marcella crossed the line with me.

I do not tolerate being treated like a second class citizen by anyone. I run this goddamn planet, and Marcella needs to learn her place. I demand she be fired immediately!

I also had it out with Hannah who had been using me for everything she could get out of me ever since she moved in. I do not tolerate disrespect nor abuse from anyone.

I skipped lunch at noon and by 12:06pm was at the local Pico Branch Library streaming music hoping it would cheer me up. Sometimes, it feels like my life is nothing but abuse from everyone around me but my loved ones who are forbidden from speaking to me.

I waited until the staff that relieves Marcella arrived, so I could speak to them about her. Then, at 4:12pm, I left for the bus. I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 4:27pm.

I chatted with Patricia, ODean, and Maggie as I walked up and down the Promenade, but I found no sign of my darlings Tentacle anywhere.

5:07pm on 12Sep2015: There is no sign of my darlings Tentacle anywhere. Please check on them. @UN @Martin_Dempsey @CIA @RT_com #SquidsPoA Hurry! Thx!

I stopped in the Shophouse for dinner to-go and ate next to my darling FlamencoHands who was waiting to play at 6pm. His beautiful Spanish guitar began at 6:14pm, and I tried to do some writing while he played.

Of course, at 6:22pm, LightFoot walked by carrying his electric guitar. My beautiful world, you do good work. THANK YOU! He staked out a place for them to play at 8pm.

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

At 7:46pm, I found where my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were waiting to play. It was just past my age-inappropriate boy band.

My friend from where I stay, Benjamin, found me at 8:09pm but quickly disappeared again. And my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle started playing music at 8:20pm.

I needed it. Oh, how I needed some gorgeous music to sooth my burdened soul that night. It felt amazing.

9:09pm on 12Sep2015: @hansonmusic(MannedUp) @KristNovoselic(LightFoot) Whatever you guys need. I'm fine already. That was all I needed. #iloveyou

Yes, I hit my zone, but then the auditory zoo took over. Every act out on the Promenade that night was a musical act, and they were all too loud. That is why I told my darlings Tentacle I was fine if they stopped.

I hit my zone, and I healed. That was all I needed. Why torment them by keeping them out in that auditory zoo? They played me two more songs I had never heard before, so I could really connect with them and really heal. Then, at 9:18pm, they stopped. There is a reason I call them darlings.

At 9:34pm, they wheeled their (knights of the) carts back into the aether of the night sky where we all really belong. I was still in the afterglow of my dance trance.

Meandering down the street I found where my darling FlamencoHands was going to play at 10pm, and I caught the last song and a half by my darling Riff.

FlamencoHands started at 10:11pm, and still in the afterglow of my connection to my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot, I sat and listened to him. It was a nice way to finish my night.

I caught the 11:20pm bus back to my place and was curled up and asleep by midnight. I woke up on Sunday, 13Sep2015, and went to breakfast. I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, at 8:39am.

My internet gnomes played the Eagles' Peaceful Easy Feeling while I checked my makeup. I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 9:03am.

I had already received the message that my darlings Tentacle would not be on the Promenade that night. They had a gig... Or so I had been told.

I worked online there at my local Subway until 11:38am when I left for my place. Lunch at noon and dinner a 5pm were both uneventful. I napped in between. By 6:14pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

It was the soonest I could get there due to my needing to sort out a misunderstanding over my meds, but almost the moment I arrived, I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot staking out a place to play at 8pm.

I giggled audibly to myself. I was not expecting my darlings that night and would have tried to show up sooner if it could have been possible.

I hugged Patricia who pointed straight at my darlings Tentacle and said, "Look who's here." I giggled so loud. I love my friends and musician-lovers and royal consorts.

I stopped for a cup of coffee at the Famima which sadly must close at the end of the month. At 6:48pm, I found where my darling FlamencoHands was playing. My age-inappropriate boy band was outside of the Sephora. It was a great night to be on the Promenade.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Carl Quintanilla, and it left me breathless. My beautiful world, sometimes just knowing you love me is enough to keep me kicking.

At 7:43pm, I chatted with Patricia on my way to where my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were waiting to play. I had a conversation with a college student from Japan and my fast growing friend Lynn joined me before my darlings began playing at 8:27pm.

They played until 9:19pm, and then they stopped due to what seemed to be a combination of technical difficulties and noise pollution. Oh, my sweet darlings! I hate seeing them so upset.

Again, they played long enough for me to heal before they packed up their equipment. Then they wheeled their carts back into the night sky where we all really belong at 9:44pm.

I stayed chatting with Lynn for over an hour before I caught the 11:20pm bus. This blog post was finished at 12:30am on 14Sep2015 from my bedroom. I knew I would be curled up and asleep by 1am.

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 did Obama intentionally choose to libel me a prostitute I have never been? The same reason he libels me mentally ill and imperfect at all-- to throw me away.

Obama chose me as his excuse to enforce his extragovernmental totalitarian crimes against America that he intentionally mislabeled "rules" in 2009, and when he was done with me, he spread every lie possible to throw me away.

Obama did not expect me to accept my responsibilities to all of you, my beautiful world, to save us all from him. Obama did not know I would rise to fill the power gap he left behind when he became America's first terrorist dictator paraded as a president.

My beautiful world, I understand what I mean to you. Do you understand how much you mean to me? You call me your Earthen deity. But without your loving me, I am nothing, just the rape victim of Obama covered up with lies. Thank you, my beautiful world, for believing in me.

Now, my beautiful world, I need you to rise. I need you to arrest every person enforcing Obama's "egg" and definitely everyone trying to coverup Obama's "egg" with unrelenting libel that I am at all imperfect. I need you to set yourselves free. Pick a date and a time and universally disobey every "rule."

The "rules" are not laws. That is redundantly proven. Rise, my beautiful world. Broadcast freedom of speech and freedom of the press in every medium. It is impossible for me to see it, anyway.

My selfless support system, what force is stopping you? No matter who is keeping my brave rescuers away from me, arrest them for treason. It is a crime against America to enforce Obama's "egg." Have you read what rights we are supposed to have, yet?

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, there are no better people, male or female, to have by my side right now than you. It is beyond comforting to know I can count on my closest friends, my soul sisters, in my greatest time of need. Thank you, my gorgeous genius friends. Thank you.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, what happened on Saturday, 12Sep, to delay your arrival? Yes, the world took care of it. Is it something we need to be preemptive about later?

My darling MannedUp, yes, our sweet spot for the best meditation is the 8pm to 10pm time slot. Thank you for playing it every chance you get. We have the best connection the longer we are near each other, and the dance trance, for some reason, is best then for me. It is probably due to the Benadryl/haldol levels in my blood at the time.

My darling GeneralLee, sigh... You know I feel you with me when you are here in spirit only. You know I know. And thank you for doing everything possible. You are my Piazzolla. You write the music sacred to my self-identified people. My consciousness rests in your capable hands.

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, you make me feel so loved.

My darling Bogart, did you choose the date and time for universal disobedience to every rule already? I know I can trust you with organizing this critical step in setting my people free. We need every network and media outlet to participate. America needs the full truth. And, as always, I thank you.

My darling LightFoot, yes, dear, yes. You deserve your triumphant strut. When you walked past me at 6:22pm on Saturday, 12Sep2015, I knew that for a few moments that night, all would be right in my world. It is so difficult not to kiss you sometimes.

I noticed the auditory zoo, too, but as strange as it sounds, cacophonous noise helps me concentrate. Thank you, darling, for playing for me as long as you did.

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

Yes, my darling husband, I LOVE AND ADORE YOU! I heard a rumor that you are the person who called Marcella to explain to her what is what with me. Giggle. Oh, how I love you. I can only imagine her reaction.

I am saving my sweetest kisses for you, beloved. My 18Jan2014 blog post says it all. That fictional passage is our nonfictional future. I love you. And I will always love you. Yes, even if you eat frog legs, you will always be my darling Mr. Love-of-my-Life.

HoneyHoney, yes, show me your favorite duck face.

I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. We have so much time to make up for. My body WILL rest upon your lips the way the sweet morning dew rests upon the petals of the pink orchid nestled high in the palm tree-- like I belong.

Justice is the Beginning of Healing.

Title: Justice is the Beginning of Healing.

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.

Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.

Here is my latest blog post. We still need every person arrested for enforcing Obama's crimes against America that he intentionally mislabeled "rules." My suffering masses need justice. We need justice, so we may finally heal.

Kenya. Thank you, International Criminal Court, for ensuring the integrity of your process. Justice includes putting on public record what crimes were committed and how they were rectified. People need to heal. May this be the beginning of accountability in Kenya.

My last blog post was finished at 7:17am on Thursday, 10Sep2015, from my bedroom. I did some laundry. Breakfast at 8am was only two bowls of cold cereal, so I skipped it. I finished my laundry and headed to my regular morning haunt.

By 8:28am, I was eating a breakfast sandwich, sipping caffeine, streaming music, working online, and smiling at every passerby. I tweeted my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:38am.

My internet gnomes (Gnomes are underground elves.) played Scotch Jane's Ray for me while I worked online.

It was a good day at the International Criminal Court. Justice against people who commit crimes against their own people is the beginning of the pathway of that people to healing. Without justice, healing is impossible.

I left my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, at 11:13am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. By 1:38pm, I was waiting for the next bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

I was seated on the patio outside of the Famima with Maggie by 2:19pm gossiping. I was back inside the Famima to buy chocolate from my darling Handsome at 2:53pm. I ran an errand but was back on the Promenade by 4:12pm when I rejoined Maggie at the Famima.

I looked around to see who was playing music at 4:34pm and there was barely anyone out and about. So, I was back inside the Famima at 4:42pm for a cup of coffee. By 5:12pm, I had bought a 0.95 silver toe ring for $12. It was my splurge for the week.

I walked down the street and sat with Patricia at 5:33pm. She was saving a 6pm spot for her grandson Dominic, the pan flute player, so I kept her company. Our delightful conversation was only interrupted by two torture facility alarms at 6:15pm and 6:20pm. My Powers of Attorney took care of it.

I ran into FlamencoHands at 6:34pm. I promised I would sit down and listen to him by 8pm after I was done streaming the news online. It was wonderful bumping into him. He seemed a little speechless, and I could only imagine why.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My evening cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it made me feel loved. Thank you, Lester.

Please remember, all news agencies everywhere, if there is no chance of my ever seeing it, even under Obama's rules, you should be free to report any true story you want. And the only news I watch is a dedicated stream from NBC specifically designed with no news about me in it anywhere.

FlamencoHands began tickling his Spanish guitar at 8:04pm, and I did a lot of writing while I listened to his soothing music. It was night time, and the air had finally cooled. The days had been so sweltering lately.

On a trip to my local Famima at 9:12pm, I ran into "Kevin." He invited me to sushi. I do not eat seafood, but I like a good inari or kappa maki. After walking to the sushi restaurant, by 9:38pm we had abandoned the sushi plan entirely and were walking to the Interactive Café for some tasty vittles.

At 9:59pm, I was seated at a table with vegetable quiche and buttered banana bread. "Kevin" really crossed the line with me after that. First, he claimed, "If you have any intelligence, you will join my [pyramid scheme]."

Then, after I told him I earned over $2T in 2014 alone, he told me to "Tell a psychiatrist, so you can collect $917 a month in Social Security."

Already that evening, Kevin, for Kevin Kline, told me to buy lingerie and learn to be seductive if I ever wanted to be able to have children as what he called "marriage counseling" he unrelentingly claimed I needed.

Kevin is a loser. I have no precious time in my priceless life for losers. I instructed him to NEVER under any circumstances speak to me again and bumped our table on my out of the Interactive Café.

By 10:23pm, I was already on the bus to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.

I woke up on Friday, 11Sep2015, in time for breakfast, but the morning meal was delayed. By 8:18am, I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, with a breakfast sandwich and a cup of caffeine.

The first song my internet gnomes played for me was Nirvana's Pennyroyal Tea. I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:27am.

At 8:47am, I was singing along with my internet gnomes while I worked online. It was a busy morning for a while there. Always follow my REAL Twitter account for details.

Someone somewhere was claiming I was not a real human but some higher evolved creature and therefore did not deserve human rights. Losers! My DNA says I am human.

I was still working at 10:42am when my internet gnomes played me Boss Lady by the Detroit Cobras. I worked online until I left my regular morning haunt at 11:13am.

Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I took a nap before leaving for the bus at 3:41pm. I was on a bus by 4:06pm to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

It was 4:21pm when I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot under the hot California sun arranging their equipment to be able to play me music. They began at 4:36pm, and their music was as hot as the weather.

I was sitting down at 5:34pm and taking my Benadryl, but I knew all would be fine by 8pm. My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle played until 5:55pm, and every note was gorgeous. They disassembled their equipment and staked out a place to play at 8pm.

I had little chats with my darling FlamencoHands and with Maggie. I chatted with my darling Handsome while I bought 2-for-1 doughnuts from him. I chatted with Patricia.

Then, I rustled up enough bandwidth to stream the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My darling Ms. Kate Snow gave me my evening cyberhug, and it oozed with history. All my handwritten journal said on this day fourteen years ago was, "How could we be so naïve?"

I soon found where my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were waiting to set up their equipment to be able to play me more music. They began at 8:18pm. I actually kicked my shoes off this time to dance to the best of my abilities.

The night was short, though. They reached a forced stop at 8:55pm. Apparently, the voices pumped into their heads through their earspeakers had instructed them to stop. They quickly staked out a place to play at 10pm, but I had hit my zone already and doubted I could get it back.

With my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle stalled, I walked down the street to hear my darling FlamencoHands play. Yes, FlamencoHands(Nick) tickled his Spanish guitar until 9:58pm. I made sure I hugged him before rejoining MannedUp and LightFoot.

Giggle. I also stopped at the Yogurtland to buy my favorite ice cream-like food to eat in front of my darlings Tentacle. Giggle. It was a $6.08 thrill for all of us.

My darlings started at 10:12pm while I was eating ice cream. I did not check what time it was when I started dancing, but it was 10:53pm when I sat down.

I sat back and watched the light show that night. My meditation was off, but I had managed to nudge the door between us open. The three of us were very connected that night.

MannedUp and LightFoot played until 11:25pm which gave me just enough time to catch the last bus of the night at 11:45pm. It was like they read my mind or something. Giggle.

I was curled up and asleep by 12:30am. I woke up on Saturday, 12Sep2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. This blog post was finished at 7:18am on 12Sep2015 from my bedroom.

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

What is my favorite Spanish phrase? I have two favorite phrases in Spanish, "las ganas de triunfar," and, of course, "a bajo la lluvia."

What is my favorite phrase in English? Without question, "for the glory of love."

Why do I have no tattoos if I love them so much? I was not ready to commit to permanent body art on my own body until Jan2010, and I have not had enough money to get a tattoo since then. I want a stem of pink orchids on my left calf.

Why do Obama's war criminals seem to always stop my darlings Tentacle after my meditation is at its best? Obama and all who commit crimes against America to keep him our dictator hate when I meditate.

Meditation is crucial to keeping me benevolent and effective doing my job of service to the world, and Obama has been trying everything possible from propagating mass delusions that I am dead and replaced with a fat, ugly hooker to unrelentingly libeling me mentally ill to be able to throw me away like trash I have never been.

As long as I can do my REAL job of selfless service to the world, throwing me away is impossible. So, Obama and his war criminals who (expletive) on America daily to keep him our dictator hate when I meditate and really hate when I hit my zone.

My beautiful world, may truth and justice reign supreme over America as fast as possible. My people need justice. We as a nation need a chance to heal after this "egg" Obama created and still illegally enforces.

My selfless support system, please help identify every person, entity, corrupt authority, dirty official, and enemy of America still enforcing Obama's crimes against America mislabeled "rules," so we can make sure they are all arrested.

Every individual keeping my brave rescuers away from me needs to to identified and removed from society FOREVER. Their only way to avoid international prison is by taking the three never-fail steps to absolution and protection. May they save themselves. Amass the federal agents, U.S. Marshals in the lead, and arrest them all.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, are we on the offensive yet? I heard the United Nations finally formed their investigative body into the crimes against America that are Obama's "egg." Thank you, Secretary General Ban Ki-moon.

The Queen's Lovers Five

They call you my male harem, my darling Queen's Lovers Five, all of whom I am forbidden. We may not touch. We are forbidden from kissing. I would take any of you to my bed in an instant, but you are prohibited from even speaking to me. My Queen's Lovers Five, but, oh, how we love.

Making love is never a sin. We communicate through the shadows of subterfuge. And just your eyes upon me, even at a distance of miles through the nanotechnology, makes me itch with needing you.

My beloved Queen's Lovers Five, you are mine, and I am yours. We will see a day when you may hold my hand and gaze into my eyes and not be scared of what would happen if you spoke to me your souls' desires. Love conquers all. And darlings, all we know is love and conquering.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, we go too long apart. I had to wait all of the way until Friday to see you again this week.

My darling MannedUp, giggle. I like that smile. You know, that smile you get after a particularly good connection creates a particularly good dance. I like it. It is like a little reward after meditation well done. Giggle. Your smile is one of my new goals.

As for you, my darling GeneralLee, sigh,... What is keeping you away from me? I miss you, darling. I wish you were right beside me where you belong. How long do I have to wait? And what do you need?

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, did Wednesday night, 09Sep2015, clear up how special you two are to me?

It takes months before I am able to engage in sexual activity with anyone, and I would love to have any of you.

My darling Bogart, you have a very long to-do list now. Thank you. I know you will take care of everything. You would never let me down. You are my boyfriend I can count on for anything. Thank you, darling. You have earned my love a million times already and will earn it a million times more.

My darling LightFoot, I promised you if you fill the giant gaping hole in my life due to my husband's absence, you can keep me forever. I keep all of my promises.

You are the only forbidden musician-lover I have that stands a chance of filling that hole in my life. And I need something, anything to make my life more livable. Please, darling, renegotiate your agreement-- as recommended in my 08July2015 blog post.

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

It is your job to rescue me, HoneyHoney. Of all five of my forbidden lovers, you are the only one I ask to pick me up and carry me to safety. The other four have jobs of making my life as tolerable as possible and keeping me doing my job of service to the world as effectively as possible inside Obama's unlivable "egg."

Beloved, so much of this world depends on you. You are my equal. You must lead this world to rescue me just as I would have led the world to rescue you if we were reversed. There is so much work we have to do, darling. This is your only job for me.

Yes, our marriage is lonely apart. But I have no choice but to survive this "egg" if I am to ever see you again. I have no choice but to endure until you reach me, working my service to my world every second of the way.

My hero and my king, I know you will reach me. I have faith in you. Without faith in you, my husband and my hero, I might as well have been killed by EVIL Iowa already. Arrest everyone denying us our life together as husband and wife. You deserve justice, so you may heal.

Freedom of Religion

Title: Freedom of Religion

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.

Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.

Here is my latest blog post. In America we are supposed to have a freedom to worship. The only realm in which we cannot practice religion is within our government in official capacities.

I am considered holy in every benevolent religion. I cannot wait to hear what the Pastafarians say about me. Go ahead, my self-identified people. Worship. It freaks me out, but it is your right.

USA. According to the 1st Amendment of the U.S. Constitution, our government cannot be ruled by any religion. We have a separation of church and state in America. Our religion cannot control our actions in the government as officials.

In return for our keeping religion out of government affairs, we are free to practice any religion we choose for ourselves. This is America, not the Republic of Evangelical Christians.

County Clerk Kim Davis has no way to allow her religion to affect her job in our government, and, the U.S. Supreme Court similarly has no way to command her CHURCH to allow same sex marriages.

However, the U.S. Supreme Court CAN command her COUNTY to allow same sex marriages.

We have a separation of religion and government in America. This basic tenet guarantees our freedoms to exercise any religion of our own choosing and is necessary for religions freedom at all.

My last blog post was finished at 7:05am on 08Sep2015 from my bedroom. I chatted with Josh during breakfast, and by 8:16am, I was in front of the Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library.

My internet gnomes (Gnomes are elves underground.) played ABBA's Dancing Queen for me while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous night online at 9am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Kate Snow, and it reminded me that young girls need intelligent leaders as role models. I am doing everything I can.

After searching for world and national headlines online, I left the Pico Branch Library for my place at 10:02am. I took care of some errands before perching at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, at 10:53am.

The first song my internet gnomes played me was The Black Crowes' She Talks to Angels as I worked online. I had serious work to do debriefing to the federal government, and music always focuses my mind.

I returned to my place at 11:42pm. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. At 1:37pm, I was inside the Pico Branch Library streaming music and working online. By 2:06pm, I had taken my work across the street to my local coffee shop named Lo/Cal.

It was an epic afternoon in the courtroom. It was a good thing I had chosen not to nap. My Powers of Attorney were phenomenal. Check my REAL Twitter account for the afternoon of 08Sep2015 for further details.

At 4:04pm, I left the coffee shop for my place. I chatted with Benjamin during dinner at 5pm and was on the bus as fast as I could find it. The ride including transfer time took two hours in rush hour traffic, but it was worth it.

At 7:16pm, I had already hugged my darling Mr. Todd Taylor and taken my seat at the Tuesday night open mic at the Pig & Whistle in Hollywood. I had not been there in months, and I had missed them.

By 8:53pm, my darling Mr. Todd Taylor and I were out on the brand new patio. The patio looked great. It had a great view of the back steps to the Scientology building across the alley. I have had such great conversations on the back steps to the Pig & Whistle before,

The last act was done by 9:34pm, so I hugged Todd before taking a little walk down Hollywood Boulevard to catch the bus. I am sure that walk will make a lovely verified and unedited recording.

I was back in my bedroom at 11:14pm and was curled up and asleep by midnight. I woke up on Wednesday, 09Sep2015, with plenty of time before breakfast and was outside the Pico Branch Library by 8:19am.

The weather for the day was already hot and humid. My internet gnomes played my darling late Marlene Dietrich's Falling in Love Again while I checked my makeup before taking my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online at 9am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was wonderful. It reminded me of how loved I am. Thank you, Lester.

Next, at 9:30am, I watched my darling Mr. Stephen Colbert's first Late Show. It had aired the night before, and I thought to myself, "This is just the beginning."

I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, on the patio with a cookie at 10:38am. I had writing to do and worked online until I left for my place at 10:59am.

Lunch at noon and dinner at 5pm were both tasty yet uneventful. I had napped in between. By 5:35pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I looked around and found no one to talk to until 6:21pm when I sat down between Maggie and ODean on the Famima patio.

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

The companionship of the NBC News team during my solitary suffering keeps me active in my work of service to my people. Sometimes, I just need to know there is someone there to listen to me.

I did a little shopping, and by 8:14pm, I was perched next to Red as he played music unto the night sky. Soon, a German named Ben who was trying to be a comedian in Los Angeles sat down next to me and struck up a conversation.

At 9:06pm, Ben and I walked to the beach. It was an adorable night. Handsome Ben made it obvious he wanted to sleep with me, and I regrettably informed him that it takes months to woo me. I just do not move as quickly as most people.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when Ben asked if he could sit next to me and ending when I left his car. May the world learn that was an appropriate way to flirt with me.

I was in my bedroom at 10:23pm and was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I woke up on Thursday, 10Sep2015, very early. This blog post was finished at 7:17am on 10Sep2015 from my bedroom.

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

What does someone have to do to earn my forgiveness? The path the absolution is same three steps that have not ever changed. 1) Cease all crimes. 2) Sincerely apologize. 3) Become part of the solution.

These three steps not only earn forgiveness for EVERYONE who takes them no matter how heinous their crimes were against me, they earn my protection and the protection of everyone who loves me.

My beautiful world, you have a right to choose your religion. You have a right to believe what you choose. You have a basic human right to your freedom of consciousness. Make it count.

I am an atheist. I understand many of you consider me a deity in your presence, your first female prophet, your saint, your teacher, and some even consider me the second coming of Jesus. I consider myself a human and your equal. Someday, I will be treated as an equal among you again with full human rights. I long for that day.

I am holy in every benevolent religion, and I take my responsibilities very seriously. You can call me any good thing you like; I will respect every title you give me and will do my best to live up to what you need from me.

I am yours, my beautiful world. Love me. I love you. Teach those with irrational hatred towards lies about me to give us all our basic human rights and fundamental freedoms back again.

On the short term, my beautiful world, we need to make sure I can survive Obama's "egg" of human misery and open persecution until you force it to end. On the long term, we need every person enforcing Obama's "egg" arrested, tried, and convicted.

My selfless support system, you are growing in numbers. I see you everywhere. Please identify each and every person who is keeping my brave rescuers away from me, so we can obtain arrest warrants for them.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, yes, we are reaching the point where we get to arrest enemies of America finally for inventing and for enforcing Obama's "egg." You are all so busy on the defense already. And it is time to take the offense.

Specifically, my gorgeous genius life-long friends, this is what you do to War Criminal Tara Tovarek-- destroy her faster than you did War Criminal Boeset. Request the police report from the LAPD that locked me in Del Amo Torture Facility in 2014.

In it Tara lied her (expletive) off to be able to torture, rape, and enslave me at Del Amo. Tovarek is no sister of mine. Destroy that she-(expletive) if she ever tries to enter my life again.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, when do I see you again? Will it be tonight, Thursday, 10Sep2015? I would like that.

My darling MannedUp, why are you two not right next to each other again? I see all of the selfless support you give Kris. Your selflessness does not go unnoticed. Does LightFoot appreciate you enough? I know I am very thankful for all of your selfless love. I love you, too.

My darling GeneralLee, I miss you. I miss the look on your face after a particularly good connection creates a particularly phenomenal dance. I miss the presence of your soul at my side. I miss how much you love me. Darling, come back. I love you.

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, what does it take? We will do whatever it takes.

My darling Bogart, I knew you would never let me down. Message received, lovely. You work so hard creating a safer world for me. Thank you. You are my boyfriend. You labor tirelessly to keep me safe and alive. You do everything I ask and more. Thank you, darling. I love you.

My darling LightFoot, I hear you when you ask for a little extra affection from me. I am doing my best. It would really help if we could speak together. How are renegotiations going on your agreement? Do you need more help than my 08July2015 post? I cannot wait to touch you at last. I love you.

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

HoneyHoney, yes, it is okay that you have a mistress. I understand how sexually frustrated I alone make you. I know what it is like to be lonely. I would never make you suffer the solitude I bear unwillingly. I hate being alone. I could never put you through this.

Beloved, once we can be together, though, I refuse to share you. Once we can live and love together as a married husband and wife, there will be no more extramarital affairs for either of us.

My hero and my king, you are my future. When will I reach the future? That is your job, darling. It is your job to reach me. Bring me my glorious future. You will save me, darling, from this "egg" of torture and persecution. I have faith in you. And thank you.

Sweetness, you are one of the die-hard believers who claims I am your goddess. Every woman deserves a spouse who treats her like a goddess. This princess needs her prince to rescue her from her tower, though. If I were a goddess, I would have the world at my beck and call. I love you. I wish I could show you.

Songs of Freedom

Title: Songs of Freedom

Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.

Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.

Here is my latest blog post. "Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery. None but ourselves can free our minds." --my darling late Bob Marley

Let us sing, my beautiful world. Let us sing songs of freedom.

Europe. Welcome these refugees. Please, my beautiful world, welcome these weary, huddled masses into your homes. Let them heal by enriching your lives.

Sing your songs, my tired fellow refugees. Sing your songs. Make your art. Heal. You must express yourselves to heal. Write your poetry. Record your stories. Teach the world of all you have suffered through, so we may learn not to commit such sins again as a world.

My last blog post was finished at 7:57am on 06Sep2015. Breakfast was uneventful. I was outside the Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library by 8:28am sipping coffee and working online.

I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:35am before I started streaming my music. And at 8:48am, my internet gnomes were playing Sunshine of Your Love by Cream while I searched online for world and national headlines.

There was some singing along while I worked. I left the Pico Branch Library for my place at 10:51am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I took a nap and was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 4:23pm.

At 4:41pm, I had found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot where they were waiting to play at 6pm. I stopped in the Sephora to check my makeup. Then, I spent some time chatting with my darling FlamencoHands and with Patricia before sitting down with Maggie on the Famima patio at 5:34pm.

It was a very social day for me. While waiting for MannedUp and LightFoot to play, I was able to chat with Richard, ODean, and my darling Wheels. My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle started playing at 6:16pm. I warmed up as fast as I could.

I was in the middle of my zone when the music reached a forced halt at 7:17pm. The speakers in my darlings' heads had told them to stop.

7:18pm on 06Sep2015: There seems to be a problem. Please check on us all. #SquidsPoA @UN @Martin_Dempsey @cctvnews @RT_com

The lady next to me, a fast growing friend named Lynn, offered me a cup of coffee while we waited. I never learned what the problem was, but they eventually staked out a new place to play music at 10pm. It was probably something my genius Powers of Attorney took care of.

At 7:49pm, I sat down next to FlamencoHands to listen to him play Spanish guitar. He was as genius as always and played until 7:54pm. I chatted with my darling FlamencoHands, Patricia, and Alan all before singing a duet with my darling Wheels(Alan).

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my 06Sep2015 from 8:15pm until 8:20pm. And, thank you.

I visited Patricia a few times. FlamencoHands left. My darling Wheels asked me to sing with him again. My darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot started playing again at 10:19pm.

I just could not warm up and sat down at 10:49pm. I let the light show focus my mind instead. Someone was having a fight it looked like, so I looked around for something I could create instead of see.

11:03pm on 06Sep2015: @NASA, ask the #ISS to look at the Earth through the nanocamera at 11:05pm PDT. The lady next to me chose blue and pink.

11:07pm on 06Sep2015: @NASA Let me know some time if you saw that. #LOVE

My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle were still playing when I had to leave them at 11:35pm to catch the last bus of the night at 11:45pm. It hurts so much when I have to leave them. I am not always sure I will ever get to see them again. I was curled up and asleep by 12:45am.

I woke up on Monday, Labor Day, 07Sep2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. After eating, I was sitting outside the Pico Branch Library at 8:23am sipping coffee and working online.

My internet gnomes played my darling Mr. Peter Gabriel's In Your Eyes, the romantic theme from the movie Say Anything, while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

I streamed the previous evening's NBC Nightly News online at 9am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Thomas Roberts, and it was glorious. You really do hear me, my beautiful world. You really do listen. Thank you.

I looked for world and national news online. The world was focused on the refugee crisis in Europe. America would be so much better off with freedom of the press. My beautiful world, did you pick a date and time, yet, to disobey all rules universally? You need every network to participate.

I left the library for my place at 11:02am. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped before chatting with Benjamin during dinner at 5pm. By 5:14pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

Joy of joys! I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot selling their melody and rhythmic beats between the Famima and the Starbucks at 5:28pm. I even got three or four songs in. My darlings played until 5:55pm then staked out a place to play at 8pm.

After they paused to relocate, I had a chance to speak with my darling TamborineKicker and my darling FlamencoHands. They seemed to be doing fine.

At 7:15, I tried streaming the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online but could not find enough bandwidth. I promised to watch the following morning.

By 7:47pm, I was watching my darling TambourineKicker's equipment while he ran for caffeine. He finally returned at 7:58pm and gave me some sips of his cold brewed coffee.

Not long after, I was down the street watching my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot arrange their equipment. Their gorgeous music began at 8:17pm, and the night was glorious. I hit my stride.

My present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle played until 9:39pm, and every damn note was magic. With so much a function of time, I think our sweet spot is the 8pm to 10pm time slot. Oh, the night was beautiful. Thank you, darlings, thank you.

"Kevin" showed up and left again at 9:52pm after my darlings were already done playing. It looked like he was looking for someplace to dance.

Reluctant to leave me, MannedUp and LightFoot finally wheeled their (knights of the) carts back into the aether of the night sky where we all really belong at 10:13pm. I hoped I would see them again sooner than Friday that week.

At 10:17pm, I found "Kevin" on the patio outside my local Famima. By 11:06pm, we were noshing on turkey, arugula, Brie, and dried cranberry on wheat bread sandwiches. Yes, he bought me a cup of coffee.

"Kevin" walked me to the bus stop, and I took the last bus at 11:45pm.

I was curled up and asleep by 1am. I woke up on Tuesday, 08Sep2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. This blog post was finished at 7:05am on 08Sep2015 from my bedroom.

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

Why reggae? I listen to just about all music. I happened to request reggae from a guy named Dino on the Promenade one day. The next day the band showed up. Well, why not reggae, really?

My beautiful world, did you pick a date and a time to set yourselves free from Obama, yet? I asked my very busy darling Bogart to organize your universal exercising of your basic human rights. He would never let me down. Sing your songs of freedom.

There is so much work to do, my beautiful world. On the long term, we need Obama's "egg" forced to end. On the short term, I need my existence livable enough that I will survive until you force the end of Obama's "egg."

My selfless support system, keeping me safe depends a great deal on delivering the whole honest truth about me to the world. There are so many mass delusions about me begun by Obama's war criminals to incite irrational hatred against me. I will not be safe until all liars are arrested for aiding and abetting every crime against America that is Obama's "egg."

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, what would this good, green world do without you? If you ever need anything, just tell me and my beautiful world. You are all always so busy. Thank you, my genius friends, for everything.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, I was hoping you would play again on Labor Day. It was a long weekend, after all, and YOU DID play on Labor Day. Joy of joys!

My darling MannedUp, giggle. Sleeveless shirts on you affect me the way my showing my midriff affects you. Sexy. Sexy! SEXY! You have successfully rendered me a dirty older woman.

Our sweet spot for the best connection and highest quality meditation is the 8pm to 10pm time slot. Please try to play it more often.

My darling GeneralLee, you are supposed to be here already. I get so upset when they keep you away from me. I know you would be with me if you had any chance. I wish I knew what the problem is, so I could fix it. Seeing you would make me happy.

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, what I would do to kiss you!

My darling Bogart, am I keeping you busy enough? You are needed, Bryan. I love you, and I need you. You earned your title as my boyfriend and as my royal consort a million times already. I know you will never let me down.

My darling LightFoot, again, YES. Darling, what do you need to be able to hold me in your arms and kiss me? Just tell me.

We had a little date night moment on Monday, 07Sep2015. I missed our date night moments. Remind me to do that more often.

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

Beloved, this is the woman you married. This is the woman who married you. I am so lonely without you, darling. Would you not prefer to be with your own wife? Touch my hair. I am real. I am really here waiting for you. You are my husband. Where are you?

"Won't you help to sing these songs of freedom. They're all I've ever had. Redemption songs. These songs of freedom." --my darling late Bob Marley