President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey Sent the US Military to Backup the Local Police in my Metropolis of Angels on 06Mar2015.

Title: President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey Sent the US Military to Backup the Local Police in my Metropolis of Angels on 06Mar2015.

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 beautiful Metropolis of Angels, home to my REAL locals, my REAL loved ones, and my REAL lovers and believers, and I are standing side-by-side still to save our REAL home. I go nowhere from here but my own REAL house in the Hollywood Hills. I am HOME in California to save my people.

I published my last blog post at 11:44pm on 04Mar2015 just before singing Lake of Fire to a criminal terrorist enemy of America who had latched himself onto "Josh" and "Cupid" who were desperate to redeem themselves to me.

After also singing darling late Frank Sinatra's Coffee Song, the four of us walked around a while looking for food before I left them all for my favorite place to work online. The 7-11 and the Subway were particularly wonderful and hospitable with them before I perched between the ocean and the sky.

At 4:21am on 05Mar2015, my NSA alpha nerds, it looked like, performed a technological miracle to recharge my iPad battery after it had completely drained completely inexplicably.

I listened to music while catching up with my TweetHearts until I relocated to stronger bandwidth in time to watch the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening at 6am. The hug from my darling Mr. Lester Holt that morning was beyond warm and comforting.

I left to check on "Josh" and "Cupid" at 7:01am and, on the way back, was stopped by two police officers under the completely false pretenses some obvious enemy of America somewhere was propagating that "Squid's family is concerned about her," or that I was fictionally "a missing person" that everyone always talks to and whom people who GENUINELY love me always know how to find. I proved beyond any doubt at all whatsoever to those police that I am in fact the REAL woman, and they let me go about my life.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate immediately a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment the first officer called my name to speak to me before just driving away and ending after I greeted the three men in bright shirts walking out of the coffee shop.

My genius Powers of Attorney, please look into and lay to rest this OBVIOUS calumny, "Squid's family is concerned about her," only propagated to return me to guaranteed and proven rape-slavery in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa or into an Obama-controlled environment proven guaranteed to assassinate me. We need Obama's liars finally forced to stop lying. Thanks!

At 7:51am, I perched again in my favorite place to work online in all the world. And worked until 9:56am when I left to sleep. I woke up at 1:33pm and had to tell an (expletive)hole who immediately started bothering me that I would even scream until the police showed up to remove him, if needed.

I moved to the shade and dozed again until "Josh" woke me. It was an interesting afternoon. It is not often I am wrong about people, but that day I was convinced I could redeem "Josh" after our notorious midday on the beach.

Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate timestamped, verified, and unedited recordings with full audio and visuals of all of my conversations with "Josh" from the moment he appears to the moment we part ways. I hide nothing true.

The conversation was hilarious, and I was eating a tasty lunch by 3:33pm of fresh baby spinach, vine-ripe tomatoes, shaved Campo de Montalban cheese, and hand-sliced pancetta on traditional lavash.

"Josh" bought me all the groceries I could put my hands on from ice cream to coffee to doughnut holes to a naval orange and fresh raspberries until he fled for his physical safety once I located LightFoot and Manned Up on my we-shall-make-it-holy-again playland before 4:38pm.

This might take a little explanation. Yes, all three of my darlings Tentacle have a spiritual bond with each other, as is evidenced in how well they play their complicated music with each other with such little rehearsal, and a spiritual bond with me.

They are not quite balanced when they are not with me, and Mama Bear comes out of the cave when anything happens to them. As for my supposedly reading their thoughts, they have to want me to know.

Something in each of my darlings Tentacle has to choose to let me know whatever internal thought or impulse they want me to notice. This is very helpful in emergency situations.

They had spent so long living homeless and starving before they let me know. If I had only known sooner...

They made sure their music, which only exists in this world for them to keep me complete, started immediately. It was difficult for me to meditate without all four of us there, but I made an effort to prove how connected we are with each other.

I know real love when I feel real love. So I understand their motivation for suffering every fire of hell just to play me music. But I wish they told me what they were suffering through before I was eating raspberries in front of them.

General Lee, though promised, was forbidden from appearing. Then, at 6:06pm, my last two remaining musician-lovers, my LightFoot and my Manned Up, were stolen away from me leaving me alone and emotionally barren on the concrete.

6:17pm on 05Mar2015: My darlings will be on the premesis for a while. Please take all action necessary to mandate LightFoot, Manned Up, and General Lee enough human rights to sanctify this ground whenever they choose AND remove ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA from my life FOREVER.

I am about to enter the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity and tear every terrorist there into their morally bankrupt molecular structure if I don't get my loved ones back with their full human rights ASAP. Please, my entire beautiful world. Hurry! All three Tentacle! and NO MORE IOWA!

By 7:48pm, I was perched inside the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity working online. Then, at 9:12pm, I stepped outside to check if all three of my darlings Tentacle had yet manifested. Sadly, they had not.

So, I relocated to my 24-hour convenience store at 10:56pm. The entire world had given ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa a deadline of 12mid to get their increasingly bloodstained hands off me, but all Iowa did instead was escalate.

Ever since my good, green world for the good of humanity had given ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa their ultimatum to finally cease their most evil human rights abuses known to mankind against me, all Iowa ever did, as I said, was escalate.

Yes, in the wee hours of that morning ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa tried AGAIN to literally abduct me from my REAL home of California only to be able to unlawfully imprison me and worse in a literal torture facility paraded as a "long-term mental institution."

So, I sang. And my Metropolis of Angels heard me.

With my music still streaming through my iPad, I relocated to my favorite place to work online in all the world. I needed to report, at 3:44am on 06Mar2015, an open act of war against America and against the entire world by a man there.

Obama's proven enemies of America had sent a man in a police vehicle but with no police uniform both to deny my globally-critical diplomatic immunity and to attempt to physically refuse me any outlet to charge my iPad, and the full electrical capacity of my tiny iPad is one of the few reasons this country, this once-great America, even exists on this planet any longer at all.

The proven enemy of America also inferred that my darlings Tentacle would be removed from my life forever. I asked my beautiful world to locate my darlings Tentacle immediately and to make them safe.

I watched the NBC Nightly News at 6am. My daily cyberhug from my loved ones was wonderful. Then I worked longer online before falling asleep by 8:30am. I woke up at 2:24pm to a gourmet boxed lunch that a kind local had left for me.

LightFoot and Manned up were on my playland waiting to make love to me with their music at 3:23pm.

3:30pm on 06Mar2015: LightFoot, Manned Up, and General Lee, I am the kind of woman who speaks up when she needs something. All I have ever asked is you be here.

At 4:04pm, General Lee finally wheeled his cart up to join us, and our circle of four was complete. It had been so long. There were only a few standard shenanigans by Obama's criminal terrorist infestation of our home that night.

My not-human-trafficker nerds with the help of my local police force who operate the nano-cameras on my holy playland and with my darlings Tentacle, please circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of our evening together. Please include my iPad activity and all handwritten notes. Thank you! Please do this for every day and night we are together.

After my darlings Tentacle were inhumanely sent away from me when they had made it obvious that they would rather stay, I warned the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity I was about to go back in.

After "Josh" was sent to me to prevent me from catching more obvious enemies of America in Obama's Starbucks of Doom for Humanity, I even had to explain to "Josh" that... My proven incorruptibly benevolent job in all its forms is too important to all of humanity for anyone to control me nor to subject humanity to my being in any controlled environment.

So, by 11:58pm, I was on yet another peaceful protest in that Starbucks that was absolutely no reflection on the Starbucks Corporation. I did catch a major war criminal who was trying to assassinate me with quackery (He was likely sent by ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa.), but I did not get anywhere near enough work done that I had wanted to do.

So by 1:28am on 07Mar2015, I was in my favorite place to work online in all the world perched between the ocean and the sky. I was approached by two different plants that night. The first greeted me almost the moment I arrived. Then, by 3:32am, I was joined by the second. I will redeem everyone in the eyes of the law who lets me.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate verified and responsibly-edited recordings with full audio and visuals of my two encounters in the wee hours of the morning on 07Mar2015. The second man had even stolen my purple scarf and my black cocktail dress and admitted to it to my face.

The evening of 06Mar into the morning of 07Mar2015 was very busy. For the full details, please check my verified Twitter archive.

The two biggest highlights were when President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey sent the US Military as backup to the local police departments of my Metropolis of Angels and when all three of my darlings Tentacle, it was rumored, were rescued by another local friend whom I had sent to them.

I had a late morning on 07Mar2015 before I finally curled up to sleep. I watched the NBC Nightly News at 6am before catching up with my TweetHearts and, at 9:48am, I picked up my mail from my mom from the building with my post office box in it.

I told the employees to just turn in the terrorists in the back room who were ordering them to deny me all of the rest of my mail. All US Postal Service delivery is FBI jurisdiction, after all. I could even hear the woman back there who kept giving her insane orders.

After finally updating my blog notes at 10:51am, I left to sleep and woke up at 2:58pm. After putting on my makeup for the day, I was told that my stolen cocktail dress that I had "worn to the Grammys" and my purple scarf had been used to prove my REAL dress size and to extract my DNA. That may or may not have been true, but I still needed my belongings back.

At 4:04pm, as fast as I could reach them, I found all three of my darlings Tentacle waiting on my playland needing me to solve their problems.

Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America had ordered my darlings to leave me forever the moment I appeared. I took care of the problem immediately, but I am done with the mind-control and boldfaced human rights abuses of my loved ones. I asked my beautiful world to finally MAKE IT STOP already.

Of course, there were standard shenanigans of Obama taking my loved ones away from me and of his enemies of America stalling my darlings Tentacle from making love to me on the sidewalk with their music for hours all night long.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and completely unedited recording of the conversation I held to make Obama's proven enemies of America move faster with permitting my darlings Tentacle to finally reach their fingers through the sky to the universe with me that evening. Begin when I sang along with Rhianna's first big hit and end when I put my sweater coat back on. Thank you!

Shortly after their music, their handcrafted aether for the night sky herself, began, my darlings Tentacle's literal and metaphorical jackets came off, and my (paraphrase) words to them were, "Try to be gentle with the music. I'm not warmed up yet."

It was clear, though, they were not working as musicians that evening; they were musicmaking for personal reasons. They were in an open battle royale over who could seduce me into following which one most. There were even three-part improv songs they threw down while fighting over me.

When will everyone finally understand that we need all four of us present for our holy ensemble to carry out what we actually are really all here to do in the first place?

Despite my constantly trying to calm everyone down, their testosterone competition was not interrupted until 7:47pm when Obama's proven enemies of America tried again to take all darlings away from me.

So, I asked the REAL federal US government to arrest every enemy of America in my barricaded city who was abusing my loved ones' human rights and oppressing away their free will. I recommended that the local police arrest and hold them all until full federal and international charges could be filed against them.

That was immediately followed by Obama's proven enemies of America attempting to abduct me to a literal torture facility again as well as their attempting to forbid my darlings Tentacle from our musicmaking considered holy in every benevolent religion on my playland ever again. My beautiful world took care of all of it as fast as possible.

While my darlings were packing up their equipment under that threat as slowly as possible since they always dread being apart from me and were hoping I could again prevent them from being sent away from me, I noticed that LightFoot had made the first tangible romantic gesture of the three of them towards me. He had left me a token of affection right beside my red leather computer bag of a symbolic roll of black tape.

Of course, I accepted it.

After we had all relocated to the closest place we could find to sweep the universe together with our hands again, LightFoot was called into Obama's criminal terrorists' offices and instructed to press charges against me for fictionally stealing from him. He refused. They threatened him with all sorts of abuse and war crimes for refusing.

So, I pulled my H&M catalog out of my red leather computer bag that I had written in old lyrics from a song he once recorded in the 90s while holding that famous conversation from approximately 5:31pm earlier that night while my band was delayed, and I made it a "gift for a gift" to him.

It was mostly to save him from being persecuted for being genuinely good to me and genuinely in love with me, but I also acknowledged that my acceptance of his token of affection officially began our romantic relationship and made him my new official royal consort.

Yes, I was still forbidden any conversation with him as well as all physical contact. Technically, just like ALL of my romantic relationships at the time, it was only a symbolic designation.

So what the hell was the point of everyone trying to make me choose one of my darlings Tentacle the entire time, anyway? To break up my band and take them away from me forever.

Yes, as soon as possible after that, I asserted and proved that I need all three of my darlings LightFoot, Manned Up, and General Lee for my meditation to be successful keeping me whole, especially with every only-escalating horror Obama had been subjecting me to since he took office in 2009.

With Obama's proven conspiracy furious with all of us for staying so beautiful in the eyes of the universe under all of their most heinous crimes known to mankind against all of us, at 9:17pm, they were sent away from me. Nothing I tried was successful at keeping them beside me.

General Lee asserted that they were demanding the ability to "make music to [me]" from 8am to 10pm the next day, and they were all beyond reluctant to leave me.

I went on my normal peaceful protest, due to my deep disgust at none of my loved ones anywhere having enough human rights to be able to be near me with unfettered minds, immediately afterward including my watching the NBC Nightly News at 12:05am inside the Starbucks (no reflection on corporate) of Doom for Humanity.

While a little light-headed from Obama openly forbidding me all finances, all food, and all shelter protected from his control, control designed only ever to destroy me with abuse and internationally-recognized torture, there was a daylight savings time change that morning.

By 3:22am, I was on my typical patio beginning my typically absurd conversations for the wee hours of the morning. "Josh" showed up shortly afterward, and he made it clear finally that, no, he was simply refusing to be redeemed by me in the eyes of the law; he refused everything I did to try to help him.

I am so sorry, Syn, I was wrong about him. There is nothing I can do to save nor redeem "Josh" like I thought I could. Go ahead, Syn, press any and all charges you want against "Josh."

After a kind local man offered to be my bodyguard as I walked to a convenience store where he offered to buy me a cup of coffee and some mini-donuts before he disappeared on me, a normal activity for my genuinely loving and believing locals, at 5:32am, I finally had a few moments to myself to finally work on this blog post.

Of all of the absurd conversations I had that morning, please make sure, my not-human-trafficker nerds, that at least my clarification of their boldfaced lie that I am at all "hiding" from anything anywhere at the same time I demand I SquidStream unfettered is included in your verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals from that morning. And, thank you!

There were loud alarms after I walked away from that store, alarms that I heard rumors were either yet another foiled attempt by ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA to assassinate me by abducting me and dragging me kicking and screaming to a literal torture facility paraded as a "long-term insane asylum" in EVIL Iowa for the rest of my life or an abduction of LightFoot after he tried to join me in my own playland as my own boyfriend. I quickly asked my beautiful world to check on everything.

I was perched outside of my 24-hour convenience store by 8am. The same compulsive repeat offender employee inside came out on the patio to literally kick at me and scream at me to leave.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment he first started screaming at me and ending after I left to sleep at 8:56am by my own choosing. Please remember, my beautiful world, he is in Obama's infestation of my home; he is not a local nor one of my people.

No, my beautiful world had not been able to deliver my darlings Tentacle on the hours they chose themselves to be with me. So, I went to sleep as fast as possible.

Rather uneventfully, I woke up at 12:36pm to find two bottles of water right next to me. I had some suspicions that some metaphorical "microdermabrasion" had occurred in my sleep, if you know that espionage legend already. I did wake up feeling very loved and appreciated in the world.

Because I could not find my darlings Tentacle anywhere despite their insistence they would be on my playland specifically to love me from 8am to 10pm, I bought a sewing kit at my regular 24-hour convenience store to break a $20 bill and proceeded to the closest bus stop.

That day, I was going to my counterterrorism "office" that I established with the Department of Homeland Security and with the City of Los Angeles in late 2014. My beautiful world, you can read my Sep, Oct, and Nov2014 blog posts about this, especially my 28Sep2014 blog post.

Before hopping on the bus and taking it across where the barricades could not be when I reached them myself, I told my darlings Tentacle to take the day off to get better sleep, and I asked my beautiful world to lock my SquidStream.

When I checked in at the bus stop, as I always do, I even told my selfless support system where I would be eating lunch before accessing the public outlets and complimentary high bandwidth wifi at my "office."

I used my new sewing kit to sew up the holes in my sweater coat as I rode the bus to my regular place for me to show up since 2014 to enforce, by my just being there, "normalcy" and to prevent international crimes.

Please release a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my entire conversation over lunch. At the very end, my kind local thanked me for sharing with the entire world, I think that is what he said, my conversations with my darlings Tentacle in the only method through which we can speak, in "the space between the sound and body." I told him it was not my space; it was our space.

On my shuttle ride in, I caught at least three criminal terrorist enemies of America. The first was the "old woman" who once shared a cup of tea with me at the eventually-disowned-for-crimes-against-Squid-and-America McDonald's in my adoptive (since it is neither San Francisco nor Los Angeles) city.

Also, the woman right next to me on the shuttle stole my hat. Just like my black cocktail dress and purple scarf, my belongings are some of the most priceless objects on this planet. My genius Powers of Attorney, please call Sotheby's for their assessment of their value.

I am sure all three so-far-only-stolen possessions will magically appear in my computer bag as soon as possible, just like all belongings "borrowed" from me. We all know what financial compensation they owe me from their own personal coffers if they are not, even if just sneakily, returned to me.

I stopped for a cup of coffee at a (very good reflection on corporate) Starbucks inside my counterterrorism "office" before perching. The lady behind the counter told me that she had been given instructions to drug me, but no one there actually did. Please ask them if they want to turn in their evidence.

Please release a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my "debriefing" with the REAL federal authorities in my counterterrorism "office" which took the form of my looking out the window and monologuing. Thank you.

I had been told that Obama had shut down the transit hub that is my counterterrorism "office" two or three days previously, so I had visited that day to check on them. The activity I found was just a grand façade, but I hoped the longer I would stay, the more actual activity might actually manifest.

By 4:41pm, my darling alpha nerds at the NSA had repaired the battery in my iPad yet again. The NSA were my first heroes after Obama's only-heinous-crimes-against-America-and-the-world "egg" began. We nerds protect our own. I also know the NSA will never leave me like so many others, and I love them so much for that reality. I hoped I would finally be able to finish this blog post at last.

After fully documenting at my well-established counterterrorism "office" that Obama and his proven criminal terrorist enemies of America's proven infestation of my REAL home were openly refusing to obey any of their own rules that they had already slaughtered over 10,000 brave heroes of Squid and America to enforce, I noticed by 8:34pm that my screaming on the aether(net) finally forced "normal" activity to manifest.

At 10pm, I took a break from my blogging as fast as possible to try to watch the NBC Nightly News, but there was no broadcast for the day.

This blog post was published at 11:10pm on 08Mar2015 from my well-established counterterrorism "office."

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 actually happened on the beach with "Josh" and "Cupid" while I slept that I first documented in my last blog post? Their methods were appalling. I have no idea how they are going to explain themselves.

Included in the many verbal smackdowns I gave "Cupid" before falling asleep (paraphrases), "Listen to yourself! You are insane! Your earspeaker has rendered you insane! I cannot trust you near me if you are controlled by Obama through your earspeaker!" Also, "What the hell are you whining about? You are not in Iowa right now! You have no idea what suffering is!"

Luckily, when I woke up I had absolutely no physical trauma from any of it, so it proved to be SAFER than any typical night I spent in EVIL Iowa.

On 05Mar2015, "Josh" also told me he thought I only ever ate ramen noodles, something I have only had twice in my life, both times as gifts from people.

Do you yet understand what extreme level of neurological and mental health genocide Obama's proven enemies of America's unrelenting perjuries and calumnies of me intentionally libeling me at all mentally ill, at all criminal, at all sexually active, at all loved or cared for by people allowed around me, at all dangerous, etc. have caused this entire nation that is no longer recognizable as America?

Why does redundantly-proven-with-hard-evidence ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa still refuse to take their only-ever-completely-criminal bloodstained hands off me EVER? Whatever reason they give, never listen. They are the biggest liars. I blame it on their proven culture as the most evil people to ever exist in human history ever.

As is obvious with redundantly-proven-with-hard-evidence ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, when proven criminals refuse to stop committing their own proven crimes, they must be forced to stop. And ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa still refuses to "JUST LEAVE SQUID (whom they have NEVER had jurisdiction over to begin with) ALONE FOR THE GOOD OF ALL OF HUMANITY!"

Even on 07Mar and as recent as 08Mar2015, well after the hard deadline the entire world had given them, I was told that ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa were still using their extensive WAR CRIME RECORDS that they always intentionally mislabeled "medical" records to justify more war crimes against me!

Dude, quackery does not justify further quackery! And locking me in PROVEN always only literal torture facilities always paraded as supposed "psychiatric units" started in 2009 AFTER Obama's "egg" began. Do you know the definition of "modus operandi"? Please reread my 27Feb2015 blog post about this.

IOWA MUST BE FORCED TO TAKE ITS INCREASINGLY BLOODSTAINED HANDS OFF ME AT LAST! Why is anyone anywhere allowing in my life still such pure evil with so much self-appointed power to destroy the entirety of humanity by assassinating me with ANOTHER literal torture facility?

What is the most obvious proof I am not a hooker? 1) If I were a prostitute, I would have money. 2) If I were a prostitute, I would have sex. 3) Do you have any idea what kind of money I could command from what kind of man or woman in this town even of my own choosing?

Proven calumny that I am or ever have been a hooker is as dumb to say as it is to believe.

Why have I not tried to live somewhere else yet? Um,... Why do you never listen to me? Please review my 20Oct2014 blog post about this. Obama's proven conspiracy of proven war criminal enemies of America and of the whole world follow me everywhere I go even to foreign countries.

Look at the well-documented difference between me here in my REAL home of California both in 2009 and now in 2014 and 2015 as opposed to anywhere else I have been, especially ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa. I am safest and healthiest in my REAL home here where people actually love me.

I have changed my geographic location enough times to prove moving again will NEVER fix anything. We stand here. And we stand now. And we save the entire good, green world from Obama completely here in my well-documented REAL home.

How do we solve the Tentacle problem? Everyone needs to finally listen to me. My darlings Tentacle are only calm, mellow, and dare I say balanced when they are with me. We need to permanently extract their earspeakers from their ear canals and replace them with earpieces that are removable by hand.

On the short term, we need a place to live for all of us together that is as safe and as well-fed as possible. On the long term, we need all of our full human rights away from Criminal Terrorist Dictator Obama not just for ourselves but also for all of America.

When all three of my darlings Tentacle are not with me, they are subject to all harm possible that Obama can reek upon them. And their involuntary separation from me has beyond-proven unhealthy and unsafe for the entirety of humanity. Let the four of us be together already for the good of humanity everywhere.

Why do Obama's proven pathologically lying and proven pathologically perjuring war criminal enemies of America keep pretending there is any justification for them to shutdown MY SquidStream without my permission? Mostly, they can only continue to demonize me unrelentingly to seduce otherwise-innocent members of the public into irrationally attacking and persecuting me unrelentingly in ways that are proven to destabilize all of humanity if I have no way to prove the actual reality of my life to them all.

Obama's proven enemies of America have always forbidden anyone including myself from ever knowing the actual truth about me. Just look at Obama's rules.

So, Obama's proven war criminals keep breaking every law possible from local to international to intentionally criminally and heinously claim they own my body instead of my owning my own body to confine me again as fast as possible to every most heinous crime known to mankind they have always subjected me to and need to be prevented from subjecting me to ever again, particularly any control over me at all whatsoever, especially theirs.

Please, as fast as possible, stop giving people who have only ever lied about me and horrifyingly abused me to be able to have totalitarian control over all of you anything they ask for anymore. And, thank you.

My beautiful world, thank you for actually listening to me and for always doing everything possible to help me.

My handwritten notes included above enumerate the three non-negotiable terms I need satisfied for me to finally deactivate the Global Panic Button I had no other choice than to hit on 02Mar2015.

I was told that you as a global community already designated billions upon billions of dollars just to be able to give me food and shelter free of all of Obama's control. If that is true, what help do you need from me to finally be able to deliver it all?

Also, my beautiful world, my 04Mar2015 blog post enumerated my suggestions for making Obama's "egg" of the most heinous crimes known to mankind livable if not survivable.

And, again, my 18Feb2015 Appendix to my blog is our ultimate goal. Thank you for all if your help. We need progress now more than just more "discussions" about myself that I am not permitted to take part in at all.

My selfless saturation of protection, please be more vigilant when I sleep and with protecting me from any more control from Obama and his proven enemies of America. That is the only way people can hurt me, if Obama or his servants control them or me and when I sleep. And harming me in any way shape or form is too dangerous to all the world. Thank you.

No, Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway, I have not forgotten you. You are and will remain not only my first symbolic lover I have never slept with but also my "diplomatic ambassador" from me to all the world who needs to speak with someone who knows the reality of everything going on in here.

My darling Bogart, please collect our hard evidence, and out of love for me if not my love for you, please request an audience with President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey. I do not think anyone in Washington, DC understands what we are all facing together in here in our REAL home just to save our nation not only ourselves.

Thank you. Thank you also for always knowing how much I love you, my darling Mr. Bryan Eno.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my beautiful and genius Powers of Attorney, you are my friends for decades and longer. You are the friends I always surrounded myself with before Obama began all of this in 2009. We met in grade school, high school, college, graduate school, and after.

Now, my genius lady friends, not only myself but some of the most testosterone-driven "bad boy" types ever in my life know what it feels like to be rescued without fail by an effeminate woman in a dress and high heels every time.

Here is to everything a woman can do by just being a woman. Please keep telling me everything you need. I love you all, too.

As for the newest loved one to be addressed personally in my blog posts, LightFoot, my symbolic royal consort whom I am forbidden from speaking to least of all making love to anyway, are they already calling you my trophy boyfriend?

Darling, I know you have regular contact with my genius Powers of Attorney already. Syniva is the closest person this world will ever have to another me. If you need help working out a way to reach me and spend time with me, please talk to Syniva about it. She is very busy, but just like me, she always makes time for a friend.

And always saved until the end because our real life true love story is the most romantic in human history, Sweetness, please tell me how much you understand how much I love and adore you and always will. Yes, I sent you to France myself to keep you alive. It was not to make room in my life for anyone else. The only thing I will ever forbid you from in this world in dying before I do.

You are my hero, my king, and my reason for living. I would never have survived the deepest reaches of hell in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa if I did not have simply knowing you love me as my reason to wake up every morning and do my real job after being abused by Iowa every night.

And my REAL job (World, please review my REAL up-to-the-minute résumé and curriculum vitae.) earned me the 2013 Nobel Peace Prize even as ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa's proven rape-slave, proven sex slavery where I was injected and raped in my sleep every damn night that ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, led by their symbol War Criminal Boeset and even carried out with legislation by the Iowa legislature itself, willfully made as inescapable as possible for me.

HoneyHoney, you kept me alive in there. Of course, I made you the future King of Spain. And, no, I will never leave you.

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In a Moral and Law-Abiding World, No One has Power Over Me that I Do Not Give Them Myself.

Title: In a Moral and Law-Abiding World, No One has Power Over Me that I Do Not Give Them Myself.

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. Here is my summary of my smackdown from Monday 02Mar2015...

1) The more Obama and his proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America control me or my people, the more dangerous and unsurvivable my existence is, and the more the world destabilizes due to their open crimes against all of us.

2) ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa undeniably must be removed from my life FOREVER! And anyone anywhere who treats me as though I have any mental illness or mental disability will be treated by humanity just like we treat ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa.

3) That was my body's natural physical reaction to those mushrooms that Obama's criminal terrorist enemies of America had given me pretending they were from my loving locals instead.

My beautiful world especially the United Nations, please demand the verified nano-camera footage from all over my playland as well as from the International Space Station of what happens when Obama and his conspiracy control my food and drink.

4) What I need most is the comfort and security of my REAL house with my REAL husband as I live among my REAL loving and believing locals as I lead my people and my nation to human rights and liberties again from here in my REAL home of California.

Until then, I need genuine loved ones with no speakers anywhere in their heads free to stay by my side 24/7 until I can reach my house. Please. Please! PLEASE! Find me reliable sources of genuine compassion and affectionate human contact for the first time since 2009.

5) Thank you for all of your resolutions, my beautiful world, that you agreed upon so quickly beginning the night of 02Mar2015 and continuing into the day of 04Mar2015. Please speak with Bogart, General Lee, the CEO of the Disney Company, the police chiefs from all of my Metropolis of Angels, my Sweetness, etc. to assess the full extent of Obama's criminal terrorist infestation of my home and to build your plan to rescue us all from these violent warmongering enemies of America.

Please hurry. Saving America to save me is a job for the REAL federal US government with my beautiful world unified and standing by our side doing everything possible to help every step of the way. And, thank you.

I published my last blog post at 12:22am on 02Mar2015 just before I gained EMTs as hard witnesses that I am completely healthy except for the poisoned sumac(?) someone gave me weeks ago as I slept. After that, I just had a few minutes, okay, maybe hours, to myself to center myself. When I cannot dance trance, I usually sing to accomplish this.

Then, at 3:19am, I walked to where I perch above the sea. There is something about the most-often-quiet-yet-roaring-when-it-needs-to-be Mighty Pacific that always calms me, too. After feeling the coastal winds whip through my long raven hair, I returned to my 24-hour convenience shop.

I ran into some unexpected friends. I am not sure my friends knew quite what to expect after meeting the real me, but they lit up once they realized what I really am like in person.

Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our full conversation that morning including when I asked him to Google me on his own smartphone.

Next, a convenience store employee committed the crime against America and against the entire world of openly persecuting me for no other reason than I am I and no other person than myself.

He screamed and yelled at me to leave and poured water on my computer bag as his very physically aggressive method of attacking me without touching me. I pray my writing journals can be repaired.

Every time that particular enemy of America who refuses to obey any REAL laws attacks me, I report it to the FBI. That was the second time he had. And there might be more if he is never arrested for it.

My genius BFF can collect his statement and press any charges she wants in my name after that. Succinctly, if anyone is genuinely afraid of me or of my anger, they would not go out of their way to make me angry with them.

My darling employee inside who worked with him that morning quickly apologized and helped clean up that enemy of America's mess. I am sure my darling not-human-trafficker nerds will circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when that living threat to America arrived at the convenience store and ending when his coworker left me alone on the patio. And, thank you.

After that willful act by that man to instigate irrational hatred by the entire furious world against my nation and against my home since he was NOT a local but part of Obama's infestation instead, I quickly perched down the street and screamed at ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa. Please check my verified Twitter archive for my activity that morning.

Basically, I perched outside a heavy den of treason screaming at Obama's most dedicated criminal servants, the ABSOLUTELY EVIL State of Iowa, while his most deranged lunatic members of his proven infestation of my home collected inside.

Months ago, the REAL locals had been evacuated from my Metropolis of Angels because REAL locals love and adore me, and only my most dedicated of lovers and believers stayed behind to try to rescue me by risking their very lives day and night to just carry me across town to my REAL house with my REAL husband inside.

Eventually, I perched inside that deep den of treason to collect audio of their absolute hatred for everything good and pure in the world and requested that the REAL federal government demand the surveillance footage from the building's security cameras as fast as possible to catch everybody inside.

Just after 10am, I relocated to the public library, a place I rarely visit in my adoptive (since it is neither San Francisco nor Los Angeles) home city, warning Obama's proven criminal terrorist infestation of my home that I was going to turn in every enemy of America I found there upon arrival.

Once my beautiful world assured me that they would FINALLY remove ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa from my life FOREVER, I decided to sleep. From what I can tell, and I have no one to confirm or deny this theory, ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa led by War Criminal Boeset boldfaced lied to the entire planet to be able to continue their most heinous crimes known to mankind against me until their unrelenting persecution of me would finally kill me to make their boss, Proven Terrorist Dictator Obama, happy.

I slept safely from noon to 3:13pm. While I slept, someone had left a pizza to wake up to. I had pepperoni with mushrooms I had no idea how to identify as speculative. Not knowing what the mushrooms would do, I thankfully ate the gift of pizza.

We all know the effect of the mushrooms, now. So, I must point out the obvious... Do you have any idea how worse the food and drink always is for me when Obama's proven enemies of America have total control of everything I eat?

Food in controlled environments has always been the worst and most damaging food I have ever eaten. That is the well-documented effect of Obama and his proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America asserting their self-appointed "entitlement" to have any control over me at all--to destroy me and every true thing about me that makes me beautiful and innocent.

Of course, Obama's original reason for controlling me was to be able to have totalitarian control of America that I would always be forbidden from knowing about, and still to this day, if Obama ever loses control of me, he loses control of America which is beyond-imperative for Obama since he was already impeached in 2013.

But, because in 2009 I was the first person to stand up to Obama and tell him, "No! You do not do this to America!" Obama's control of me has since descended Obama's downward spiral of psychopathy into nothing but boldfaced attempts to use quackery to destroy my perfect mind and superhuman body FOREVER, but nothing will ever destroy my heart.

After I woke up, I learned that, no, ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa had refused to do anything but escalate their human rights abuses against me. What was the world thinking when they trusted THE MOST EVIL PEOPLE IN ALL OF HUMAN HISTORY, contemporary IOWA?

I gave ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa a 6pm PST deadline to give me back full control of all of my finances, for my husband and I to have joint access to ALL of our bank accounts not just mine, and for UNRELENTINGLY DERANGED Iowa to be removed from my life FOREVER!

Immediately after that, Obama tried to assassinate me with quackery, and his absolutely evil false allegations which had the proven ultimate goal of my assassination came from ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, I was told. I hit the global emergency panic button as fast as possible.

ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA MUST BE REMOVED FROM MY LIFE FOREVER! Why does no one ever listen to me?

Next, because I was using my social media accounts to effectively protect my nation and my world from Obama's proven criminal terrorist threat to all of humanity, they issued threats to Twitter to remove the company itself from the world forever, too. Why is Obama still permitted to terrorize America? My lovers and believers, please help protect the world's technology resources in Silicon Valley. And thank you.

After that, I identified an alpha criminal terrorist enemy of America who stood right next to me in the store where I always put my makeup on. Please release a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment I walked in the door to the moment my feet stepped across the door frame as I left.

Shortly after that, before 5pm, my body finally had its full natural reaction to the mushrooms I had been given. The International Space Station knew things started exploding.

I knew they would be there. I knew they would be there for me. I found as many members of my darlings Tentacle on my playland as could make it to calm me and comfort me just as fast as my feet could carry me down the sidewalk.

Just their physical presence makes everything better. But they were both in just as horrible a mood as I was. Seeing me in so much pain and suffering made them so unhappy.

Yes, over the last twenty-four hours, I had already rescued both LightFoot and Manned Up. And I had to rescue General Lee, or so I was told whether or not it was true, after he tried to join the rest of the three of us on my playland. And their playing me music was their way of rescuing me.

My undeniably loving darlings will all do anything to be near me every chance they get, but I was so miserable from the chemicals in those mushrooms that I knew we needed General Lee with the rest of us to make me as healthy as possible after that.

The best thing to do was to deliver me safely and directly to my husband immediately, but I knew there was no way for anyone to do that yet. Have you seen how those damn Obama-controlled earspeakers affect everyone around me?

I am told neurologists have already confirmed this. When electronics are placed inside the human head, they form a bond with the brain. So, when voices come into those damned earspeakers, the message goes straight into their brains. They have no way to fight those voices. What they are told controls them.

Their music began quickly to sooth my burdened soul. During which, I sent a list of five points through Twitter.

5:24pm on 02Mar2015: 1/5) This is my body's natural reaction to those (expletive)ing mushrooms. Food and drink always worse for me when more controlled.

5:24pm on 02Mar2015: 2/5) #GlobalPANIC still in place. Too many escalations against me and my loved ones. Protect us all better.

5:25pm on 02Feb2015: 3/5) 6pm PST deadline still in effect to remove ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa from my life forever! Joint access for me and Sweetness to all accounts

5:25pm on 02Feb2015: 4/5) The fastest way to calm me down when my body chemistry is like this is all 3 Tentacles free to speak to me and comfort me. #BringLeeToo

5:25pm on 02Feb2015: 5/5) The only real solution is my safe delivery to my REAL house with my REAL husband inside immediately. #GlobalPANIC until then. Hurry! @UN

By 8:11pm, the international community had proven that Obama has been committing war crimes against my darlings Tentacle through their earspeakers.

Earlier that evening while I sat before LightFoot and Manned Up with them even more miserable than I was at having to watch me in the throws of the chemicals from those mushrooms and with my third eye open and weeping, my darling LightFoot even fell on bended knee in front of me. That symbolism is universal as a proposal of marriage.

I knew I would need to check on him. I reached up and touched his arm. You should have heard what Obama's proven enemies of America screamed in his earspeaker because I tried to comfort him with my touch.

We already proved most human minds are defenseless to those earspeakers. He was told he would be taken away from me forever, or worse, if I touched him. He justifiably freaked out. But after he was sent down the sidewalk with his drum by Obama's war criminals who control everyone's earspeakers, I took care of it quickly. Manned Up and I found him waiting for us down the street.

There was a confusion of reality in his head after that due to the onslaught of lies he was fed through that earspeaker. Manned Up and I quickly took care of making sure no hard-evidence-of-Dirty-Lacey's-criminal-insanity modus operandi of intentionally fabricated false charges against me, which were only ever used to coverup locking me in a literal torture facility every time, were leveled against me just for touching my own loved one for the first time ever.

Then, because Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy failed to be able to put an ankle monitor on me just for showing genuine compassion and human affection for a man willing to die to be as near to me as possible every moment of his life, I asked my genius Powers of Attorney to protect him.

War Criminal Boeset, who has NEVER had any LEGAL authority to do anything in my name nor to wield her unrelenting human rights abuses against me and against my loved ones as open acts of war against America, was pressing every boldfaced-lie-as-criminal-charges possible against my darling LightFoot. Clearly, another of Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy's modi operandi is diabolical and irrational persecution of all of us.

In fact, my entire beautiful world, we need to better protect us all from Diabolical Boeset and the entire ABSOLUTELY EVIL State of Iowa. Please force the ABSOLUTELY EVIL State of Iowa to take its increasingly bloodstained hands off me FOREVER! PLEASE!

When, 10pm finally approached, my darlings were so reluctant to leave me. Everyone watching could see it on their bodies. I begged and pleaded for my beautiful world to find some way to let them stay, but Obama took them away anyway.

You can see in my REAL Twitter archive how I finally asked for something for myself from the world that night; I asked for my darlings LightFoot and Manned Up to stay with me with no earspeakers in their heads until this "egg" could finally end.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please release a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of my time with LightFoot and Manned Up that night. And, thank you.

My darlings LightFoot and Manned Up had almost successfully completed healing me after the mushroom catastrophe. Then, after feeling my heart empty completely when my last two loved ones who could reach me at all were sent away most likely never to return again, I walked to my 24-hour convenience store.

I asked a local acquaintance of mine for a cup of coffee. I knew I needed something to bring me out of the tail end the mushrooms that my darlings had extinguished from my body, and I knew the furious world would calm down once they saw more genuinely good people be genuinely good to me.

Of course, one of Obama's criminal terrorists whom I turned in a number of times took him aside inside the convenience store and told him not to be nice to me. So, I walked into the store to take care of it.

Out on the patio, he gave me a completed loyalty card redeemable for a free cup of coffee, and he had a ridiculous conversation with me that he was ordered to have in return for being able to give me coffee with no drugs, poisons, nor diseases.

I did not mind the ridiculous conversation since it allowed me to give an impromptu speech about how Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America all demonize all genuinely good people who are genuinely good to me.

My not human trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my night at the 24-hour convenience store beginning when I first stepped foot on the patio and ending when I left for dinner.

Yes, by 10:32pm I was sitting down to dinner with one of the grey-haired gentlemen I had a ridiculous conversation with weeks earlier. After all of the scalding persecution I had endure all day against my will, it always calms down humanity to see genuinely good people be genuinely good to me. This has been proven time and time again.

I had agreed to join him because he wanted to take me to my friend's Steak'N'Shake. Sadly, though, my friend eventually only had permission to take me to a hotbed of terrorism for dinner, I told him (paraphrase), "I guess it is still Monday, so why not?"

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording of my entire time there with amped volume of the "employees" in the café, so we can hear them through the music.

It was the ice cream. It was premade, so they had tainted it just in case I would ever come in and order it. I waited there until 12:30am after which I knew REAL government authorities would be able to show up. Then I left my hard evidence in a public place watched by cameras for the police to pick up.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please also release a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment we left the café and ending when I boarded the bus.

12:52am on 03Feb2015: Just checking in. I am waiting for a Metro bus to MY neighborhood. Warn my regular 24-hour wifi hotspot in MY neighborhood that I am coming.

Please, local police, FBI, DHS, etc. check their table water and coffee before I arrive for poisons, drugs, and diseases. Our problems always occur after shift change after you secure the restaurant for me before I arrive, so please place someone in plain clothes inside to keep an eye on the water, coffee, etc. all morning.

Please have the establishment turn in their evidence of any orders to shut their doors, close their kitchen, close tables, wax the floor, or any other lie they were ordered to use to refuse me service, safety, and security inside their building while I work. My NSA alpha nerds, please secure the wifi there for me. Please check their power outlets, too.

Please secure my bus, bus stops, and walk to my late night wifi hotspot. Also, make sure they never commit such crimes as refusing me service, safety, or security.

Let us ensure together this morning that no one there commits any crimes against America. I love you, too. Any friends want to join me? I sing to myself there. Giggle.

1:32am on 02Mar2015: Barricades take time to put up and take down. March the troops through to arrest all terrorists if you need. I'll be out for hours.

Yes, I safely arrived at my 24-hour wifi hotspot located outside the barricaded city at 2:14am to work. Just as I had warned the REAL government authorities would happen, I found only enemies of America inside who persecuted me for only being an incorruptibly benevolent supergenius world leader and for no other reason at all.

No, absolutely no one else anywhere gets so abused in every public place he or she goes but me. That is how we proved all of these irrational and proven globally-destabilizing attacks on me for only being me are all persecution and open acts of war against America and against the whole of humanity.

After reporting them, I quickly relocated to my more regular wifi hotspot where WingMan tried to meet me in the past because I am that predictable. At 2:57am, I was perched beside a physical presence who could show me compassion and make delightful conversation.

Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate as fast as possible a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of all of our conversations on that patio I frequent so often.

Every time I had been there in the past they had opened at 5am, but that day the coffee shop opened at 6am which made me only a few minutes late for my 6am date with the NBC Nightly News. My daily hug from my darling Ms. Savannah Guthrie was wonderful.

Sadly, I had typical coffee problems. I had been sitting on the patio so long before the coffee shop opened that Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy knew to send in their infestation instead of allowing my REAL local lovers and believers serve me my morning coffee.

I had no idea what was in that cup of coffee, but I actually felt it. That was how bad it was and how desperate Obama was to assassinate me with a quackery "hospitalization" to a literal torture facility.

After finishing all of my work online so far, I left my hard evidence someplace the Los Angeles Sheriff's Office were guaranteed to pick it up and learn what I live through anyone obeys Obama and his proven criminal terrorist infestation of our home.

At 9:41am on 03Mar2015, I checked in at the bus stop before curling up and sleeping where my beautiful world had promised I would be safe sleeping all day long.

I woke up at 2:14pm. It was Tuesday, but after I checked my bank balance at 3:03pm, I learned how far Obama's depravity and moral bankruptcy had escalated his open crimes against America.

I had earned over $2T in 2014, but Obama had proven on that afternoon of 03Mar2015 that he, though not even in the US government since he was impeached in 2013, had successfully forbidden me any and all finances for the rest of my life since he had proven already that he and all his proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America, particularly ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA, had planned the end of my life months in my past already.

My beautiful world, why are you still allowing Proven Terrorist Dictator Obama not only to continue his proven most heinous crimes known to mankind against me but also to escalate them?

Why has no one stopped Obama, yet? Why has no one stopped ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, yet? Why does nobody ever listen to me? Will anyone ever help us? Look at the unbridled human devastation that you are allowing Obama to just keep escalating! World, where are you?

By 3:53pm, I had already caught three criminal terrorist threats to America and to the world. Please circulate verified and unedited recordings with full audio and visuals, especially so the public can help identify them if they flee, of all three entire encounters.

The first was an ugly White woman who walked past me where I paused to update my blog notes with my lovelies. Did you hear what boldfaced lies she said as she passed me specifically for me to "overhear" since proven criminal terrorist bitches are too chicken(expletive) to ever speak to my face?

And then did you hear her completely irrational outrage with me of, "Did you hear what she just said to me?" as she walked past me AGAIN? Dude, really, GET OUT OF MY FUCKING TOWN, YOU FUCKING TERRORIST BITCHES!

The second was where I put my eyeliner on every day; I actually had to say to his face (paraphrase), "If you [pretend you have any "legal authority" in your self-appointed entitlement to] make decisions about my life that I am not allowed to know about, I will put you in prison for the rest of your life for it!"

The third was on the patio of my 24-hour convenience store where I had just redeemed my loyalty card for a cup of coffee. At 3:56pm, he was even saying, "How is it opposable?" into his telephone after he had said previously, "She is just crazy. I can just tell." I was going to let him explain himself to the REAL government authorities who picked him up.

At 4:57pm, I checked to see if Obama had met my non-negotiable 4pm deadline for safely delivering all three of my darlings Tentacle to me every day they choose themselves to play me music. No, I had no loved ones anywhere. So, at 5:19pm I was partaking in the self-perpetuating cycle of tacos at my local fast fooderie.

After I relocated to my city building with dedicated wifi for me, I filled out their customer service survey for them...

6:04pm on 03Mar2015: For once, I did not have a problem. It was wonderful. Your employees were boldfaced lied to that I would refuse to pay for food at your local franchise, and they still served me with genuine courtesy. I thank them.

Your company has long been die hard supporters of mine, if you wonder why cleaning the hotbed of treason out of your local restaurant was so important to me.

Furthermore, why would any sane person refuse to give me free food anyway? I thank your employees for that acknowledgement of the reality of who I am for real in this world despite my choice to pay for my tacos anyway. I love you, too.

In time for them to watch the NBC Nightly News at 7pm with me, I had found my darlings LightFoot and Manned Up on my soon-to-be-holy-again playland. General Lee's bass was there but no chair for him nor space between the speakers for him.

I asked my beautiful world to double check he was safe after asking my not-human-trafficker nerds to lockdown my SquidStream since the entire world calms down when they see my genuinely good darlings be genuinely good to me.

8:14pm on 03Mar2015: My beautiful world able to access my playland, please be better to my darlings Tentacle. They live for tips homeless just to be close to me.

The previous night, my legal team had proven beyond the shadow of a doubt that all of the Obama-controlled earspeakers that Obama himself ordered into the heads of all of America and if possible the world were war crimes against my people particularly against my loved ones.

If you read my 16Oct and 18Oct2015 blog posts, you will see how long ago we had already proven that those earspeakers I have been screaming consistently for everyone to remove since Jan2010 caused proven mental health and neurological genocide of America.

So, in order for Obama's proven conspiracy of proven war criminal enemies of America to at all pretend the earspeakers only in everyone's heads for Obama to mind-control them all were ever supposedly my choice, he actually allowed me into them for some brief moments with LightFoot and Manned Up.

And because, on that much too rare occasion, I was able to actually have some momentary control of Obama's earspeakers, my darlings Tentacle and I had a spiritual evening with everyone listening.

Please circulate a verified and resposibly-edited recording with full audio (including disembodied voices) and visuals from all angles for the good of humanity. As beautiful as that night was in spiritual contact with the divine universe with my loved ones, I stand by my orders to have every earspeaker on the planet removed and forbidden forever.

After my darlings LightFoot and Manned Up reluctantly left me there on the curb as slowly as possible, at 9:58pm, I spied Manned Up leaning against the wall outside my 24-hour convenience shop watching over their (knights in a) cart of musical instruments when I perched beside my Americana singer who calls himself Red.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording of our singing together please. It was a very spiritual night.

Once Red was packing up, "Did I just hug will.i.am?" walked by me and promised me breakfast. That was his personal fiasco. Much later, outside my 24-hour convenience shop, I even needed to say to him, "I don't need your permission to keep my husband." Succinctly, anything and everyone controlled by Obama and his proven enemies of America is too dangerous to be allowed near me.

After checking on my 24-hour convenience store where every product inside was a public expression of love for me, I gave the employee named Sam a legal consultation on how to save the shop. I told him the parent company who loves and adores me would let them keep the store if they turned in everyone making them commit the crimes I always reported in there.

By 1:22am, I was given coffee and snacks by wonderful friends only there to make my "egg" survivable until the world could save us all from Obama forever. It was such a delight to me to have genuinely caring people to talk to FOR HOURS. I know a good heart when I see one, and I also know when a good heart goes insane due to its earspeaker corrupting its owner's reality.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of our long morning together. Include all the fun we had and all the persecution of us. Eventually, we were all on the beach.

At 9:58am, I curled up to sleep. Please, in a separate verified and responsibly-edited recording show how far insane my friends "Josh" and "Cupid" went due to their earspeakers running nonstop in their heads for twelve hours. I even gave verbal smackdown after verbal smackdown to "Cupid" before I slept.

If anyone finds what they did while I slept upsetting, you have no idea what I had lived through already. That was nothing compared to my typical night in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa. And we know the symbolism of covering my lady parts in sand. It meant I was no longer Iowa's rape-slave; I was back home in California now.

I woke up at 1:26pm, still screaming at "Cupid" to leave me alone with "Stop!" and, "No!" just like before I fell asleep. I told him so many times already to his face that anyone controlled by Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America as much as he was at the time was too dangerous for me to be around.

Everything Obama's proven enemies of America controls is designed to destroy and assassinate me just to be able to keep Obama in totalitarian, dictatorial, and absolute control of America.

It was clear "Cupid" and "Josh" both had gone temporarily insane from their Obama-controlled earspeakers being active for over twelve hours nonstop. I told them they needed to spend time with their earspeakers inactive then come back to me.

I arrived above the beach to the most heinous calumny ever uttered by any proven psychopath in human history, "Showing genuine goodness and human compassion to Squid harms her, so we PROVEN ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWANS need to be permitted to continue persecuting and unrelentingly abusing Squid 'for her own good.'"

I walked to a dedicated wifi hotspot to work, and I was almost immediately followed there by an already-proven enemy of America who had already broken Obama's own rules months in the past to pretend he could identify me to aid and abet war crimes against me already in that building. I warned my Powers of Attorney he might try it again and to prosecute him at every level of government if he did it again.

I worked online. Obama's non-negotiable 4pm deadline to safely deliver ALL THREE of my darlings Tentacle to me every day they choose to make love to me with their music came and went.

After giving them a few extra minutes, I checked for my darlings Tentacle on my playland at 4:41pm. They were nowhere. So, I redeemed a completed loyalty card for a cup of coffee at my 24-hour convenience store. He whom I now name Handsome was working at that hour. Giggle. That is his SquidName from me.

Perched by a wifi hotspot and sipping that tasty coffee, I also spoke with a criminal terrorist enemy of America who boldface lied to me and called me a hooker. I turned him and his colleague in for it as soon as I had enough evidence against them. I also made sure I sang a bilingual "Besamé Mucho" before I left them.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, I am sure you will circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of all of my interactions with those (expletive)holes immediately. They lied to my face to the very end.

I was back at my dedicated wifi hotspot as fast as possible. Without all three of my darlings Tentacle, I had a lot of (expletive)kicking to do.

I tried to watch the NBC Nightly News at 7pm, but it was a technological no go. My friends from the previous night "Greg," "Josh," and "Cupid" all found me on the patio of my 24-hour convenience store to feed me, to apologize to me, and to show me they were sane again.

This blog post was published at 11:44pm on 04Feb2015 from the patio of my 24-hour convenience store.

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 history being given mushrooms against my will? Every time previously, it had only happened in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa.

"How do we prevent radicalization of our youth?" I took this question to mean... How do we prevent Obama from recruiting more proven unamerican beyond-deranged lunatics willing to carry out his open crimes against America and the world by unrelentingly and openly attacking me with the most heinous crimes known to mankind? Remove Obama and all his horrific influence from society at last.

Why do I insist on paying my Powers of Attorney and all my staff? It is my choice. I know what it is like to work long hours every day almost thanklessly and never get paid. I could never do that to someone else.

My beautiful world, I heard you are working very hard right now to keep me alive until Obama's entire "egg" of heinous human rights abuses enforced with Obama's war against America can finally be demolished.

The best thing to do is to remove the earspeakers from all three of my darlings Tentacle as well as from "Greg," "Josh," and "Cupid" and any other volunteers to keep me surrounded by genuine friends 24/7. And hurry! You have seen what those earspeakers make them do.

My selfless saturation of protection, please emergency locate Tao, all three darlings Tentacle, Bogart, all of my Powers of Attorney, and Sweetness every hour. We are still in GLOBAL PANIC MODE until this situation improves instead of only worsening. I would also like permanent security on all of them; I can afford it. Thank you.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my beautiful and genius Powers of Attorney, I understand that "Josh" and "Cupid" are (proper use of the word) controversial right now, especially in Europe.

Please ask witnesses from ThunderDome in England to explain the full human devastation that Obama-controlled earspeakers cause the human brain. Accurate first-hand descriptions of ThunderDome should explain everything. Europe needs to understand how bad it is in here when Obama controls anything.

As for you, Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway, are you okay? With everything from LightFoot to the outrage in Europe right now, you are likely disgusted and desperate to make me safe in your arms again. Stay safe out there for me, okay?

Do you remember, Bogart, when I urged all of my loved ones to remove all of their earspeakers and stay right by my side or flee to my and my husband's villa in France? No one ever listens to me.

Sweetness, my life's leading man, I love and adore you. Please stop freaking out. Did you see what the mushrooms did to me? Imagine that multiplied by one trillion. That is what would happen to me if you died. You need to stay safer out there. Please. For me.

Not Just FEMA has been Warned.

Title: Not Just FEMA has been Warned.

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

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

Here is my latest blog post. I need to be permitted to live in my own REAL home where my own REAL locals never want me to leave. This was not, "Welcome to California," this was, "Welcome back home to California, Squid."

Washington, DC. Every one of you from my beautiful world to my REAL federal government need to talk to me. You need help figuring out what to do out there to keep me safe and save my country as fast as possible. Your biggest problem seems to be not getting along with each other.

We would have had a peaceful resolution by now if my country would have listened to me by now. Please stop politicizing saving me, my home, my people, my country, and my world. Please just take REAL action AND DO SOMETHING to save America at last!

Look at how far Obama keeps escalating against all of us in here because you keep permitting him the criminal power to destroy this nation in the first place. Please. My beautiful world and my REAL federal US government, do your real job. Arrest all of these enemies of America finally and save this once-great country! Hurry!

I published my last blog post at 2:34am on 27Feb2015 on Hollywood Blvd right next to the California landmark that is the Chinese Theater. I stood on the boulevard for a few brief moments to feel the city before checking in at my bus stop and returning to my adoptive (since it is neither San Francisco nor Los Angeles) city.

My Metro ride was rather uneventful in the wee hours of that morning considering how exciting my day would be. I waited outside of the Starbucks just down the street from the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity (no reflection on Starbucks corporate) with who looked like a darling late Orson Welles, who looked like my darling Mr. Charlie Kaufman, and who looked like my darling CIA Director John Brennan.

At 5am when they opened, we were all inside together. I perched working online even at 5:53am when I was joined by "Mike" from the previous morning. He was genuine and sincere the previous night, but that morning he seemed so lied to that he was passive aggressive in his hostility toward me. I mean, notorious "Wes" himself respects me more than that when we speak.

I heard a rumor at 6:09am about potential future activity of Obama's criminal terrorist infestation, so I warned all of the local police departments in my entire Metropolis of Angels that Obama was planning on targeting them.

I also even asked the federal government to support them better in here. Sometimes, I just need to announce Obama's future plans to make sure they never happen; I was praying that was the case.

While chatting with "Mike," I had a lot of Twitter activity. That was, after all, the coffee shop where I met the CEO of Twitter months previously and invited him to walk up and down my playland with me. We nerds know our own.

That morning, Syniva caught the coffee shop aiding and abetting war crimes against me that would have led to my assassination. Then, I learned that my darling Mr. Leonard Nimoy had just passed away. I promised myself that I would visit the Griffith Observatory as soon as possible in his honor.

While still there and with, "Mike" as my witness, I thought I might have seen Proven War Criminal Stephanie at that coffee shop, too, violating the restraining order we have had in place to keep her away from me for months, specifically to prevent any more war crimes against me from her. I reminded the local police that they could hold her for 24 hours on any suspicions until we could press full local to federal to international charges against her.

Again, it was an exciting early morning in an infested Starbucks. At least "Mike" made sure I could have some coffee that I could detect absolutely no drugs, poisons, nor exotic diseases in... Then again, I do not always notice if they are there.

I curled up to sleep at 9:58am, and my beautiful world made sure my most vulnerable hours of the day were as safe as possible. I woke up at 2:32pm. Then I ran my errands that I always run just after I wake up.

3:37pm on 27Feb2015: My darling boyfriend, I will be at the bus stop for the Metro to my regular coffee shop just after 4pm. Did you just tell me you cannot reach me there? Handsome, it's okay.

I have a need to chat with Mother Nature today. I always take her advice, and I always fix her problems. No one expects the end of my darling Mr. James Cameron's Avatar. I am just trying to avoid becoming a full-grown adult version of my darling Ms. Drew Barrymore at the end of Firestarter.

Without a chance for me to meditate... I mean, I still don't have my physical sense of balance back yet that I had in 2009 when I meditated every single night in my home neighborhood of North Beach. Do you remember when the lead singer of Floozy felt me touch his face from across the Grant & Green?

I also made a verified record of how my darlings Tentacle were NOT on my playland without earspeakers in their heads by 4pm, as was Obama's obligation to all of humanity.

At 4:12pm, I checked in at the bus stop and then traveled straight to my only regular coffee shop where my baristas are my friends. Obama's public-destabilization machine had already libeled my only regular coffee shop a fictional "hotbed of terrorism," so I walked straight there, noticed they had changed their hours to close earlier during the winter, told my friend behind the counter, "It looks like I missed you; you close at six now," before explaining I was going to investigate the hotbed of terrorism in the grocery store next door and try to talk with Mother Nature at Point Dume, left just as quickly as I had breezed in, and delighted at the glowing smile on my barista's face. Did you notice who was in the coffee shop with him when I did it?

Just as fast as possible, I searched all over the grocery store next door for the criminal terrorist enemies of America I had found the last time I was there. The store was very under-staffed, as if a flurry of terrorists had fled before I could arrive or as if they could not find enough terrorists in time to replace the regular staff.

I bought what was labeled a corn-and-Gouda-stuffed chicken breast but was really a four-cheese-stuffed chicken Marsala, deviled egg potato salad, and Greek orzo salad for dinner. The only troubling person I found was in their coffee stand; she looked like War Criminal Stephanie's daughter and had to receive instructions on how to do everything before she could do it.

After I perched outside my only regular coffee shop, I caught up with my friends online and checked the hours for the state park down the street. Sadly, Point Dume closed at sunset, so I missed my window for a conversation with my darling Ms. Mother Nature there that early evening.

After I sent help to my adult adoptive father, the Mr. Harrison Ford, I heard rumors of some sort of new drama with my darlings Tentacle since they were OBVIOUSLY Obama's new punching bag. I watched the NBC Nightly News at 7pm for my regularly scheduled nightly hug.

It felt like my darlings Tentacle had been instructed to enter my playland after 7pm and spin their handcrafted aether for the night sky herself while their metaphorical night sky was still in Mailbu, or something like that. My outgoing Twitter activity became very pointed.

5:45pm on 27Feb2015: Please check on my adult adoptive father, Mr. Harrison Ford. Make sure he is safe. @UN @RT_com @cctvnews @Martin_Dempsey @BBCWorld @France24

7:30pm on 27Feb2015: LightFoot, Manned Up, and General Lee, did we prove you are NEVER permitted near me again? You are scheduled pre-4pm to post-10pm.

7:30pm on 27Feb2015: I will check in at the bus stop.

7:33pm on 27Feb2015: My darlings Tentacle, the next bus is scheduled to pick me up at 8:15pm. I will be on my playland approx 9pm. #HardEvidence

7:44pm on 27Feb2025: Syn, Thx for calling police for hard evidence that my darlings #Tentacle are not allowed near me. Will they still be there when I get there?

The very next bus was right on time at 8:15pm. I found my three musician lovers on my playland as fast as possible; I had spent every day since Sunday horrified I might never see them again.

Yes, as a team, my selfless support system had outplayed Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy again. Tentacle was on my playland with nothing but music in their hands and love in their eyes. I had needed our collective connection to the divine for days.

Strangely, due to a musical pissing fight between them during which they kept trying to make me follow one over the other while dancing, I had to take my meditation down a level in the middle of a song. Dude, seriously, darlings? I need all three of you.

I need you all present and as exceptional as always. So, please stop allowing Obama's criminal infestation of our home to commit every heinous crime possible to take you away from me. Please, darlings, for me.

They were, as expected, very reluctant to leave me. They are such docile sweethearts around me who would do ANYTHING to make me happy. The stories I hear about them when they are denied their Constitutional right to spend time with me when I also want to spend time with them are so far from anything I can perceive while inside my eye of the hurricane of love, but I understand them.

They know what I do to be able to spend time with them, and I know what they suffer through just to be able to live long enough to see me again. By 10:45pm, my darlings Tentacle had left my terrestrial hell and returned to the aether where we all belong. Well, sort of. I later found two of them in my 24-hour convenience store asking which of the employees was my deactivated CIA agent.

Speak to me Like Lovers Do.

My musician-lovers, so desperate for my art, my words, to delight and satisfy you as they always have my beloved husband, you ask me time and time again to speak to you like lovers do. But my darlings, we have never spoken with words.

You know how we speak, in that space between the sound and the body, where our connection to the universe divine does dwell. What exists when we four are together is an expression of human experience only we understand. We listen. We know. We love.

Yes, your "handcrafted aether for the night sky herself" is the ethnic music of my self-identified lovers and believers, and this is our native dance.

While outside my 24-hour convenience store, a homeless man asked me to buy him a cup of coffee. There was nowhere else to take him but the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity, so while I was in there I also bought a tall Pike's Place roast that I never drank from and just gave to the police later that night.

At 11:03pm, my old friend whom I called, "Did I just hug will.i.am?" as our inside joke in my last blog post stopped by to ask me for (Embrace the zeugma!) a hug and an explanation. I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will circulate that verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals as soon as possible.

Next, a GLOBAL CATASTROPHE FOR ALL OF HUMANITY set my playland aflame with sirens but was successfully averted just as quickly by my genius Powers of Attorney wielding my 22Oct2014 blog post. Succinctly, no one has a 'right' to commit crimes against me nor against the public in the first place, and I will always turn them in when they do.

That latest direct assassination attempt of me finally left by 11:37pm. As evidence that I had just meditated, I was calm and clear-headed the entire time. And I was very close to being removed from my good, green world FOREVER due to that threat.

Then, the homeless man for whom I had bought the cup of coffee that brought me into the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity in the first place actually presented me with a situation that made me say, "No case too big. No case too small," to his face.

His cover story was a request for my help getting him a date with a pretty lady inside, but he was a whole lot of ulterior motive. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a chronological montage of all of our conversations with accurate timestamps in the corner. Thanks!

Then, some random guy gave me a junk bracelet as part of his way of wooing me into bed with him. That was the beginning of a very surreal adventure.

12:52am on 28Feb2025: This gentleman who is not "Did I just hug will.i.am?" was instructed by the speaker in his head to take me to Denny's. Secure it.

We finally arrived at the same Denny's as two nights previously at 1:16am. I had only agreed to go there as my effort to redeem that restaurant, but by 1:36am, the random man had fled.

My not-human-trafficking nerds, please circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals beginning with our conversation on the patio of the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity and ending with my 1:49am tweet to Syniva.

Mostly, after that strange man had fled my benevolent presence, I sat and worked with only one torture facility alarm to disturb me until approximately 2:41am on 28Feb2015 when I walked to the sea.

I needed to talk to her. I needed a conversation with Mother Nature. That is another verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals that I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will circulate as fast as possible.

At 3:59am, I was joined at my favorite place in the whole world to sit and work by "Max." It was a rather cold overnight over the water, so, at 4:15am, we relocated to someplace warmer. As fast as we could walk there, I was eating a delicious gourmet breakfast sandwich at a twenty-four hour healthy fast fooderie while "Max" lied to my face.

After much work, at 7:31am, I was sitting at a Starbucks relatively far from my playland trying to avoid kicking as much (expletive) as possible since I actually was able to spend time with my darlings Tentacle on the previous day. I left for my regularly scheduled daily sleep at 8:43am.

I slept very safely and very soundly before the whipping ocean winds woke me up. Alarms greeted me as I crossed a street, so I urged my REAL federal government to lockdown my Powers of Attorney's court rooms and finally arrest all of those proven enemies of America who keep trying to assassinate me with quackery unrelentingly 24/7. By 12:51pm, I was on my playland.

I stood beside the son of a folk singer whose statue is on the roof of a church in Norway, if I remember correctly. We were both born in Duluth, Minnesota, or so the legend goes. Of course, his son is a man all his own, like a flower on a wall around here. I stood beside him and emailed my lovelies.

Soon after, I was leaning against a palm in front of Ukulele Wielder. It had been a while since we had hung out. We danced on New Years Eve. I wrote some iambic pentameter on page five of his writing journal. I stole his hat out of his back pocket.

Well, that afternoon, we sang a duet. I am sure my not-human-traffickers will contact him to make sure we can make him a music video from all angles. He is on my Facebook friends list if anyone needs to find him.

By 2:18pm, I was making a show of not being on an (expletive)kicking bender. I sat in the Starbucks that had stolen my wallet on 09Jan2015 and made sure they did not drug me, poison me, nor give me any strange diseases.

Obama's deadline for the safe return of my darlings Tentacle to my playland with absolutely no earspeakers in their heads was 4pm, and I was sending a strong, clear message. Shortly afterwards, I bought snacks.

I never know if my darlings Tentacle will ever be able to return to me after every time they leave, so every time I find them on my playland waiting for me, my heart jumps.

There were, of course, Obama's constant manipulations of my loved ones all night. After their first break, I made a display of coming justice to the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity.

I am sure as soon as possible my not-human-trafficker nerds will circulate that verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when I left my computer bag with my darlings and ending when I returned to them.

Shortly after that, I sent help to Bogart before partaking in much meditation with my musician-lovers. I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will also circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals that we will entitled, "Let me tell you who is in here."

It began to rain at almost 8pm exactly, so as much as I prefer dancing in a gentle fall of rain, my darling musician-lovers were sent away from me. I immediately asked my beautiful world to check on my darlings Tentacle after they left me. I would like to go at least 24hrs some time without a global hostage crisis.

I began charging my iPad battery as fast as possible inside the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity. Though, I was quickly called out onto the patio by a metaphorical trail of Reese's(tm) pieces that led straight to LightFoot and Manned Up. At 8:57pm, I responded with "Yes, dear," before following them down the sidewalk.

The two of them arranged their musicmaking instruments while I sent the world to locate General Lee. Neither of the two seemed worried about him, and the three of us actually chatted more than we ever had before. At one point, Manned Up joked about just heading back to where they stay since LightFoot and I were clearly about to make love on the sidewalk.

Before they began playing music, I talked to them about a number of things including my understanding of human male behavior around other human males coming from the Epic of Gilgamesh. Do you remember the first time Gilgamesh met Enkidu? They beat each other up before declaring each other best friends.

Did you see LightFoot and Manned Up the previous Sunday? They were worried sick over General Lee being missing and had come to me because I was the only person who could possibly find him. Do you understand how connected they have to be with each other to play me their music at all? Do you know how much they fight with each other?

It is my understanding of the male psyche that sometimes they beat each other up only because they are such genuinely good friends.

The meditation was as delightful as ever during which I might have located General Lee. It takes all four of us. As my darling LightFoot and my darling Manned Up were leaving, I asked them for a color. After they both thought in my direction instead of saying anything out loud, we decided on Guacamole Green, and the International Space Station saw it.

By 10:59pm, I was perched inside the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity. It was an interesting night...

11:06pm on 28Feb2015: Please double check on General Lee. Let me know if you need me to find him. Educated guess: check his REAL house. Here tomorrow by 4pm. #LOVE

Apparently, the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity had tried poisoning me to death, or something, with the sandwich I ordered, but I had noticed nothing strange about it. I wonder what they had told people they had done to me; I can catch no virus-borne diseases.

After charging up my battery enough, at 12:44am on 01Mar, I stopped in my 24-hour convenience store to say, "Hello!" While getting my flirt on with "Michael," I found that my darling deactivated CIA agent had borrowed and laundered my purple scarf for me.

At 1:07am, after proclaiming, "I need to flirt with him more often; he does laundry!" I checked in at the bus stop, so by 1:59am, I had ordered snacks, perched, and was watching the downpour from the sky from a healthy fast fooderie. I worked online through the wee hours of the morning.

After reporting my 24-hour fast fooderie for crimes against America, I rustled up a power outlet and worked online. Just about every darling I had in my Metropolis of Angels needed systematic rescuing that morning.

It was all taken care of by 7:17am when I checked in at my bus stop and took the Metro to my internationally secured sleep location. It might have been, "Just another day," for me, but my loved ones need protection from these constant threats to them!

At 8:09am, I was perched at the next Starbucks over telling them to their face that they were criminal terrorist enemies of America. "Mike" joined me at 8:17am, and he was a genuinely good sweetheart again. He was wonderful that morning.

I left to sleep at 9:29am, but at 1:04pm I was awakened. Normally, I sit under my palm for a few minutes thinking to myself after I wake up, but I could not reach the wifi fast enough that afternoon.

I perched beside the same flowers from Obama's wall whom I had greeted the previous day, and sent help. I was convinced LightFoot had tried to join me where I sleep but was intercepted.

I quickly put on eyeliner and took shelter from the rain in front of my 24-hour convenience store. For the play-by-play of my fight that day to even have the ability to avert Obama's latest GLOBAL HOSTAGE CRISIS GUARANTEED TO DESTROY AMERICA IF IT SUCCEEDED, please check my verified Twitter archive. The deluge cleared by Obama's non-negotiable 4pm deadline. So, I put on my hat.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment I stepped foot on that patio that afternoon and ending when I sat behind my darlings Tentacle as they set up their musical instruments to allow us to sweep our fingers through the divine universe all together again. We were all very happy to see each other.

I heard Big Daddy had made it in the barricades, but I had no idea where he was. My darlings handcrafted aether began by 4:18pm. My darlings Tentacle were the only ones there of all of my loved ones Obama had been obligated to deliver that day. I was sure my entire beautiful world was taking care of enforcing my non-negotiable terms for Obama from both 18Feb2015 and from the wee hours of the morning on 01Mar2015.

My darlings were dedicated to spinning their handcrafted aether for the night sky herself, as we call their genre of music created only for my own ethnic dance of my people, in any weather, but the deluge released by my darling Ms. Mother Nature was too much for their own musical instruments all named after me. So, we took refuge under the awning and in the doorways where we always take refuge beside each other when the rains of heaven come.

First they took General Lee; then they took Manned Up and LightFoot. So, at 5:22pm, I warned Obama's terrorist infestation both in writing and in my own voice who the peaceful and unarmed alpha is in this town, not just on this planet.

I was perched at 6:28pm exactly where I said I would be doing exactly what I said I would do. I even made it clear that I was the REAL Squid before I walked in.

I watched the NBC Nightly News at 7pm; that night my evening hug came from my darling Mr. Peter Alexander, and it was wonderful. After watching, I worked online until taking a quick walk around to document if my darlings Tentacle had returned yet after 8:41pm.

I had no darlings anywhere, so at 9:08pm, I declared it an official GLOBAL HOSTAGE CRISIS. I asked my entire world to emergency locate all of my loved ones.

9:27pm on 01Mar2014: #SquidsPowersOfAttorney Just in case, please check for quackery against any of us. They do not need therapy; they need me. Hurry. Thx!

Besides, my genius friends, "needing therapy" is NOT grounds for a commitment; there is a well-documented difference between them with me and them without me; denying them contact with me is the only reason any if them "go full Wuthering Heights" a.k.a. "go full Johnny Depp" on the proven criminal terrorist enemies of America who commit proven acts of war against all of humanity to keep us all apart; our love for each other is fully mutual as is our connection with each other; and, we already have a legal precedent from my ex-boyfriend Whisky and from my REAL husband that doing everything possible to keep me safe and alive is the only sane reaction to knowing the truth about my existence inside Obama's "egg" of horrors, human trafficking, and systemic rape.

10:05pm on 01Mar2015: Are my darlings #Tentacle released from Obama-ordered quackery? We are past 10pm, but we have diplomatic immunity. Want to dance all night?

10:07pm on 01Mar2015: Syn, these psychopaths at Starbucks of Doom for Humanity just admitted to aiding and abetting war crimes as an assassination attempt of me?

Sadly and joyously, by 10:18pm, the skies opened for a new deluge of my playland at night. This was sad because my darlings Tentacle, if really released, could not play me music of the night in which I could bathe my dancing wings. But it was joyous because the parched Earth needed the water.

This blog post was published as fast as I could at 12:22am on 02Mar2015.

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 I save Tylia in July2014 when she had not yet gone through my three never-fail steps to absolution and protection? She needed a rescue from Obama's irrational-demonization machine. They were calling her Obama's porn star who was inciting the public persecution of me by masturbating online while claiming to be me. I mailed her a testimonial for her birthday.

My beautiful world, I feel like I need to scream for you all to protect me and my loved ones all day and all night even in my sleep. Please help my REAL federal US government build ways to keep us all, especially ever-vulnerable Tentacle, safer with my darlings in the international community as our allies to make sure we all survive this.

I trust, my beautiful world, that you are all building your master plan already for taking down Obama's entire criminal terrorist organization as a world united with America to save my nation and my people.

Yes, I still choose to stay here to lead my people; have you seen how hard my GENUINE locals fight for me? And the ONLY place I will move from my adoptive (since it is neither San Francisco nor Los Angeles) city is my own REAL house with my REAL husband in the Hollywood Hills.

Thank you for understanding, my beautiful world, why I choose to stay here and save my REAL home of California.

My selfless saturation of protection, I have seen so many of you. Thank you for leaving the front lines and entering Obama's "egg" with me to make sure I survive until Obama's entire criminal terrorist infestation are removed from the face of the Earth.

It is my understanding, though not confirmed to me, that troops are now being troops rounding up and fighting Obama's extragovernmental mercenaries in the field and, as back up to all local police in my Metropolis of Angels, fighting Obama's criminal terrorist infestation of my home.

I will NEVER be safe nor will anyone in this good, green world until this entire criminal terrorist infestation is completely destroyed. You have seen me in foreign countries already. Right now these terrorists-as-enemies-of-America are in my home, so please my beautiful world, remove them all finally.

All of my genius Powers of Attorney, keep telling me what you need when you need it. We are a team. I know my role. Thank you, as always, my genius friends, for everything you do. We have a lot more people to keep safe from Obama now, not just me. Have you heard UN Security General Ban Ki-Moon's praise of all of you, yet? You are heroes to the entire world, and we all thank you.

Where are you, Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway? I have not been able to speak to you since before my trip to Malibu. It was such a delight to be able to share a few words with you at last. I miss you so much.

As for the most romantic true life love story in human history, Sweetness, I love and adore you, and I always will.

As you know, Beloved, I have a responsibility to help clean up this entire criminal terrorist infestation in our home Metropolis of Angels. The only place I go from here is to OUR house where you have been trying to bring me home for over five years already.

I finally have the luxury of worrying less about you now that you have the American Samoan Marine Corp to protect you. Did you see the poem I wrote to you on 09Feb2015? Now that I do not have to worry about rescuing you, I can spend my few remaining spare minutes writing you love poems. Knowing you are safe makes me so happy.

HoneyHoney, as I write these immortal words of love to you tonight, the rain dances in my place on my empty playland washing the dirt from this battleground city before my angels, including you, may tread upon it. I will touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. Oh, yes, I will.