Title: Non Sequitur
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. Non sequitur: The word "aubergine" is not written on my leg.
USA. America, have we learned anything yet? We have learned to speak up. Peacefully, my beautiful world, please do so peacefully.
But have our police learned not to kill us yet? So far in 2015, as of 09Aug, 585 people have been killed by the police. So far, 24 have been unarmed Blacks.
Israel and Palestine. Every child should have a right to an education. Please contact any local news station, so you can read my REAL résumé. Where would this world be if I had never received my education?
My last blog post was finished at 8:01am on 09Aug2015 before I even went to breakfast. Breakfast was delicious. I chatted with Benjamin delightfully while eating my warm English muffins smothered in butter and jelly.
By 8:23am, I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway. I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:32am. Then, I streamed music and checked Twitter for world and national news headlines.
I worked there at my regular morning haunt until 10:16am. At my place, I did laundry. Lunch at noon was tasty and social; I spent it chatting with a grumpy Benjamin. Non sequitur: Mr. Pibb and Dr. Pepper do not get along because Mr. Pibb never finished his Ph.D.
I took a nap, and then Hannah joined me that day. By 3:54pm, we were already on a bus to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
We had already walked up and down the Promenade and up and down the Santa Monica Pier by 5:41pm when we perched next to a couple of musicians. Hannah was not feeling well. So I walked her to the bus stop, and she left at 6:06pm.
On my way to grab a cup of coffee from Handsome, I found they whom I refer to as The Age Inappropriate Boy Band. Giggle. They are ages fourteen to nineteen, have huge crushes on me, and call themselves The Christopher Brothers.
I got my coffee then gave a Rated PG dance. I only go as far as PG-13 on a metaphorical date night. LightFoot knows that well.
The three brothers were such darlings. I could tell they had been working on their harmonies. I liked what they did with their music. They guys stopped at 7:41pm to relocate. On the Promenade, the acts have to move every two hours.
Non sequitur: Stop pretending you can aspire to know what goes on in my conscious mind, and when I sleep, love me for sharing.
At 8:05pm, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Willie Geist that Sunday night. It was wonderful.
I stopped to chat with Handsome(Roger) at the Famima before sitting next to the teenage musicians again at 9:12pm. I had writing to do, and I work best with live music.
After the music ended for the night, I caught the 10:15pm bus. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
When I woke up on Monday, 10Aug2015, I had slept through breakfast for the first time. But I was still at my regular morning haunt at 9:29am. I streamed music as fast as possible and sent my I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
At 9:56am, I went inside for a cookie. My music randomizer started playing Nirvana when I stepped outside. It was a good day.
Non sequitur: I am a Misses 14 dress size because all of me is larger than life.
I had a delightful conversation with a local music teacher until 10:43am. Then, at 10:50am, Benjamin joined me. I worked there at my local Subway online until 11:41am.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped in the afternoon before chatting with Benjamin over dinner at 5pm. By 5:44pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
I found FlamencoHands at 5:55pm after he had just finished playing. I convinced him to stay longer and play again at 8pm. While walking with FlamencoHands from outside the Apple Store to outside the Bravo Cucina, I stopped for a cup of coffee at my local Famima.
ODean, my friend the ex-rockstar from the 80s, joined our conversation outside Bravo at 6:42pm. Then, at 7:20pm, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online.
My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt that night, and his hug was full of nothing but love.
I stopped for one more cup of coffee before FlamencoHands started playing at 8:19pm. The breeze bit with a chill that night. The weather was beautiful. I sat in the night among the Spanish guitar melody with words immortal tripping across my fingertips.
The beautiful music ended at 9:14pm because his battery died, so at 9:43pm, we were on our long, slow walk to his car. FlamencoHands gave me a ride to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
I woke up on Tuesday, 11Aug2015, over an hour before breakfast. This blog post was finished at 7:45am on 11Aug2015. Non sequitur: You must be Christian to believe in Satan.
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.
Who is my favorite Beatle? My favorite has always been my darling late George Harrison, the quiet one. Non sequitur: My darling Mr. Eric Clapton's Wonderful Tonight was written about George Harrison's wife.
When did I lose my virginity? I was a late bloomer. I did not lose my virginity as much as I kicked it to the curb. I was twenty-one years old, had already graduated from college, but was still living in Dallas, TX.
I was stunningly gorgeous in my twenties, but I had trouble flirting back then. So, I got a boy from the drama department drunk one night. I thought I was much too old, but I have good friends who were actually older.
My beautiful world, I have a job to do, and my job is service to humanity. Please make sure you send me all of the concerns you would like me to address. The best time to send me questions and concerns is while I am at my regular haunt every morning.
I listen to all questions and concerns, and I answer everything as fast as possible. Non sequitur: A popular type of hardwood is an oak. When you say something funny, it is a joke. When you are covered in water, you soak. What a fire gives off is smoke. The white part of an egg is called the albumen.
My selfless support system, thank you. A lot of people were nervous about my finally blogging my whereabouts, but you have proven I am safer now. I feel you around me. I know you are here. Thank you.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I heard that you have all been making epic progress holding people accountable for wasting me with abuse.
I am thirty-seven years old. I am in my prime. Shove my résumé down Obama's throat and demand he give me my full human rights, so I can finally do my REAL job.
Non sequitur: Once in Vienna, I ate so many liqueur-filled chocolates I got drunk and ran through the volksgarten talking photos with the statues.
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, do I really have to wait until 12Aug2015 to see you again? Why must time apart pass so slowly?
My darling MannedUp, your job, if you remember, is to sit beside me and play me music at all hours of the day and night while I work. Thank you. I can feel you with me; even when you think I cannot hear you, trust that you are with me.
Darling, thank you. Without the music, I cannot do the work. And without the work, the world has too many problems with too few solutions.
My darling GeneralLee, I miss you. Did the fix on your carpal tunnel work again? I see you the least out of all my darlings Tentacle, so I need a little feedback from you more often.
Brien, you are mine to care for now. You all are. When you need us, you call my Powers of Attorney. If you ever need them, call the CIA. We take care of our own.
Non sequitur: The first song I remember writing was called "Buscamos el Baño," and I wrote it during an Odyssey of the Mind competition in the mid-90s.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I want adventures with you. I want to brave the great wide somewhere side-by-side with you.
I need the kind of significant others who will walk into the terrorist hotbed with me and walk out singing Lake of Fire right by my side for every minute of the not-really-espionage thrill ride.
My darling LightFoot, do you remember "LightFoot Lite," the drummer from the Foo Fighters? He would not go into Barney's Beanery with me the night I wanted to see what they were up to in there.
We know they refused me service, AND they hang ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa paraphernalia on the wall. I wanted to go in and take them down, but he would not go with me. I know you would have loved to have joined me on my reconnaissance. There is a reason you are the one who is my boyfriend.
My darling Bogart, are you still waiting for me, or have you moved on? All of you are welcome to pursue any relationship you want with anyone anywhere. I have never intended to string you along when I can only marry one of you.
Bryan, find a good woman you can actually be with. Yes, I love you, and I always will. But you need to heal, and I have no way to be with you to do the healing.
Yes, keep calling yourself my boyfriend as long as it makes you happy. But if our relationship every becomes a burden in your life, find someone better. That is my advice to all of my Queen's Lovers Five.
Non sequitur: Do NOT try telling me small, round, fuzzy objects are cushions. They are tribbles. Tribbles, I tell you, TRIBBLES!
My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
Beloved, your way out of our marriage has always been frog legs. If you ever want our relationship to end while we are forbidden from being together, all you have to do is eat frog legs where I can see it, and I will walk away with no questions asked.
I will be crying every step of the way, HoneyHoney, but if you ever for your own good need to tell me goodbye, we have always had that system in place. I pray you never have to use it. Instead, may I touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.
Non sequitur: There was a Gibson Girl with an IQ above 160 who wore size 11 shoes.
Tuesday, 11 August 2015
Sunday, 9 August 2015
Downtown Disney sans the Espionage Thriller
Title: Downtown Disney sans the Espionage Thriller
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.
USA. Romance is still alive in at least one Texas courtroom. This is a very touching story about stupid things people do when they are in love. Marriage sounded a lot more practical than quixotic in this instance, at least.
Maybe someday I will finally have enough human rights to live a married life. Stories like these keep me hopeful. Thank you, judge.
My last blog post was finished at 8:38am on 07Aug2015. After sending it immediately to my lovelies who publish all of my posts, I walked inside of my local Subway for a cookie, streamed music, and sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfie.
After checking the world and national headlines, I had planned on watching the final broadcast of The Daily Show at 9am, but the Santa Monica city wifi was down. I even tried again at 11am, but there was no way to stream it with the wifi still down.
I chatted delightfully with Hannah before lunch at noon. After lunch I ran some errands. After my errands, I was on my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 1:47pm.
I looked around at 2pm for anyone I knew. Finding no one, I was sitting in the Santa Monica main library by 2:27pm. Does anyone know what happened to my old buddy Richard? Where did he go?
With no one around, I took the 3:20pm bus back to where I stay. Please see my 07Aug2015 Appendix for the mail I received that day.
Dinner at 5pm was tasty yet uneventful. By 5:40pm, I was on a bus back to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
To be honest, there was not much going on that Friday night. I knew my darlings Tentacle would not be around, and FlamencoHands was not going to play until 10pm.
At 7:15pm, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online. It took a little finagling, but I eventually got the stream to work properly. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it was as wonderful as it was comforting.
During the course of the night, I had conversations with FlamencoHands, the drummer Jonathan, and Handsome and sang a duet with Wheels all before perching beside FlamencoHands at 10:08pm as he tickled his Spanish guitar.
"Kevin" showed up at 10:18pm and got his dance on. ODean, my friend the ex-rockstar from the 80s, joined us at 10:33pm.
By 11:10pm, ODean, "Kevin," and I were at the Famima sharing a turkey and Brie sandwich with arugula and dried cranberries on wheat. I did not want ketchup nor mayonnaise on mine. Am I strange?
I caught the 11:45pm bus. I was curled up and asleep by 12:30am and woke up on Saturday, 08Aug2015, with plenty of time for breakfast.
Hannah wanted to go to the local Santa Monica public library, the Pico Branch, so I delayed my day until 10am for her. But at 10:24am, I boarded the first bus of my sometimes-four-hour bus ride to Disneyland.
Now, when I go to Disneyland, I do not actually go in the park; I hangout in Downtown Disney and at the Disneyland Resort. I like giving my saturation of international operatives a day at the resort once a month. With my darlings Tentacle out of town for the weekend, it was the perfect time to go.
And at 1:44pm, there I was among the shop and restaurants of Downtown Disney. After some window shopping, at 2:14pm, I perched on the patio of Trader Sam's with a refreshing beverage.
By 3:12pm, I was in Downtown Disney's House of Blues sipping a soda and ordering Cajun Chicken Pasta as my late lunch/early dinner. "No wine in the rock bar!" My bartender Allan was just adorable and tolerated my larger than life personality just fine.
I grabbed a couple of cups of coffee after 5pm and wrote.
Downtown Disney
The magic filled the air sharp as the smell of fireworks. Alone on a patio outside of a coffee shop she sat. At her fingertips spun the world rapt in every word she wrote. The lights of the tree before her hung like apples waiting to be picked. And the musician played the choreography of guitar strings pulled tight and let loose on the mouse ears.
Next, I perused the various sources of live music out and about that night. Yes, I did get to meditate. And the magic of Disney! The light shows were resplendent that night. Some time ask Disney for permission to see the light shows they get when I am around.
By 8:24pm, though, I was on the bus back to Santa Monica via downtown Los Angeles. I arrived in my bedroom at 11:19pm and was curled up and asleep by midnight.
I woke up on Sunday, 09Aug2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. This blog post was finished at 8:01am on 09Aug2015.
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 the secret to life? Life does not keep secrets. Life is an open book. Seek out the meaning of everything in your life and read every page.
And I quote, "How do you talk to an angel?" People should speak to me with loving respect. But I am not very picky as long as people talk to me. I am an extrovert, and I hate being alone.
My beautiful world, you know my job. You know I need reality returned to my surroundings ASAP, so I can do my real job of service to humanity to the fullest of my abilities finally. I deserve human rights just for being a human on this planet at all.
We need everyone enforcing Obama's rules arrested. They will not stop until they are forced to stop, so arrest them all. FORCE OBAMA'S "EGG" OF HORRORS AND ABUSE TO FINALLY END! How long are you going to just leave me in here subject to Obama's abuse of me?
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, how is pressing criminal charges coming along?
I am subject to persecution and hate crimes daily from all of the false accusers who try relentlessly to coverup Obama's human rights abuses and war crimes against me and against everyone around me.
My gorgeous genius lady friends, we need everyone enforcing and covering up Obama's "egg" arrested. Did you see my 07Aug2015 Appendix? Obama's abuse of me enforced by ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa has been unrelenting since May2009.
I am living in the FIRST place since May2009 where Obama has NOT raped me. My genius Powers of Attorney, we need every entity and every person taking my human rights away from me arrested at last.
My selfless support system, Downtown Disney and the Disneyland Resort were roaring successes. Whatever you all did to keep me and everyone there safe, keep doing it. That afternoon and evening was wonderful. I needed the mini-vacation from Obama's iron fist of pain and abuse. Thank you!
As for my musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, I always miss you while you are away. Just like Juliet wished the sun to race across the sky faster to bring her Romeo faster... "Gallop apace you fiery footed steeds!"
My darling MannedUp, I am not used to going so long without seeing you. Are you all okay out there without me? I worry about you all so much.
Yes, I managed to find a way to meditate while you were away, but it required a three-plus-hour-one-way bus ride. I prefer when my handsome menfolk come to me. Giggle. How I do love those sleeveless shirts. Giggle.
My darling GeneralLee, the first night I met my darling Mr. Ry Bradley, he told me, "Tell Lee I want his gig." Sending me new musicians is like sending love fodder (as opposed to cannon fodder, giggle).
No one plays me music without falling in love with me. Do you remember my 30July2015 blog post about that?
Music is an essential part of the human existence that touches the most basic parts of every human. You made music to me and fell in love. I know what I mean to you, Brien. Do you understand how much you mean to me?
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, yes, you are both my REAL boyfriends.
My darling Bogart, I like checking in with you every morning. I do not know why I did not start sooner. My trip to Downtown Disney was wonderful. Thank you for the brief moments of paradise. I look forward to checking in with you much more often. You are an awesome boyfriend.
And, you, my darling LightFoot, please remember the painful truth that I am only an empath not a mind reader. When you are instructed to say certain things to me, put all of the emotion you wish you could express behind every word.
I read your heart, not your mind, darling. I can feel what you feel, so be true to your heart no matter what the words are you use. I love you, too. Oh, how I love you all.
My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
Tell my darling Mr. Robert Iger, the CEO of Disney, I owe him a role as a Spanish Princess in Pirates of the Caribbean 5. Yes, I still owe him for the Lone Ranger.
Is it strange I look forward to quality time with you trying on your job instead of just doing mine? I have proven under what horrifying confines I can still do my job. It would be wonderful to try yours with full human rights.
Thank you, beloved, for always giving me something to look forward to for when Obama's "egg" finally ends. Human rights. Genuine company. Gentle kisses. Meaningful words. Passionate lovemaking. You are my future. Let us make the future now.
HoneyHoney, I long to touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post.
USA. Romance is still alive in at least one Texas courtroom. This is a very touching story about stupid things people do when they are in love. Marriage sounded a lot more practical than quixotic in this instance, at least.
Maybe someday I will finally have enough human rights to live a married life. Stories like these keep me hopeful. Thank you, judge.
My last blog post was finished at 8:38am on 07Aug2015. After sending it immediately to my lovelies who publish all of my posts, I walked inside of my local Subway for a cookie, streamed music, and sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfie.
After checking the world and national headlines, I had planned on watching the final broadcast of The Daily Show at 9am, but the Santa Monica city wifi was down. I even tried again at 11am, but there was no way to stream it with the wifi still down.
I chatted delightfully with Hannah before lunch at noon. After lunch I ran some errands. After my errands, I was on my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 1:47pm.
I looked around at 2pm for anyone I knew. Finding no one, I was sitting in the Santa Monica main library by 2:27pm. Does anyone know what happened to my old buddy Richard? Where did he go?
With no one around, I took the 3:20pm bus back to where I stay. Please see my 07Aug2015 Appendix for the mail I received that day.
Dinner at 5pm was tasty yet uneventful. By 5:40pm, I was on a bus back to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
To be honest, there was not much going on that Friday night. I knew my darlings Tentacle would not be around, and FlamencoHands was not going to play until 10pm.
At 7:15pm, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online. It took a little finagling, but I eventually got the stream to work properly. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it was as wonderful as it was comforting.
During the course of the night, I had conversations with FlamencoHands, the drummer Jonathan, and Handsome and sang a duet with Wheels all before perching beside FlamencoHands at 10:08pm as he tickled his Spanish guitar.
"Kevin" showed up at 10:18pm and got his dance on. ODean, my friend the ex-rockstar from the 80s, joined us at 10:33pm.
By 11:10pm, ODean, "Kevin," and I were at the Famima sharing a turkey and Brie sandwich with arugula and dried cranberries on wheat. I did not want ketchup nor mayonnaise on mine. Am I strange?
I caught the 11:45pm bus. I was curled up and asleep by 12:30am and woke up on Saturday, 08Aug2015, with plenty of time for breakfast.
Hannah wanted to go to the local Santa Monica public library, the Pico Branch, so I delayed my day until 10am for her. But at 10:24am, I boarded the first bus of my sometimes-four-hour bus ride to Disneyland.
Now, when I go to Disneyland, I do not actually go in the park; I hangout in Downtown Disney and at the Disneyland Resort. I like giving my saturation of international operatives a day at the resort once a month. With my darlings Tentacle out of town for the weekend, it was the perfect time to go.
And at 1:44pm, there I was among the shop and restaurants of Downtown Disney. After some window shopping, at 2:14pm, I perched on the patio of Trader Sam's with a refreshing beverage.
By 3:12pm, I was in Downtown Disney's House of Blues sipping a soda and ordering Cajun Chicken Pasta as my late lunch/early dinner. "No wine in the rock bar!" My bartender Allan was just adorable and tolerated my larger than life personality just fine.
I grabbed a couple of cups of coffee after 5pm and wrote.
Downtown Disney
The magic filled the air sharp as the smell of fireworks. Alone on a patio outside of a coffee shop she sat. At her fingertips spun the world rapt in every word she wrote. The lights of the tree before her hung like apples waiting to be picked. And the musician played the choreography of guitar strings pulled tight and let loose on the mouse ears.
Next, I perused the various sources of live music out and about that night. Yes, I did get to meditate. And the magic of Disney! The light shows were resplendent that night. Some time ask Disney for permission to see the light shows they get when I am around.
By 8:24pm, though, I was on the bus back to Santa Monica via downtown Los Angeles. I arrived in my bedroom at 11:19pm and was curled up and asleep by midnight.
I woke up on Sunday, 09Aug2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. This blog post was finished at 8:01am on 09Aug2015.
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 the secret to life? Life does not keep secrets. Life is an open book. Seek out the meaning of everything in your life and read every page.
And I quote, "How do you talk to an angel?" People should speak to me with loving respect. But I am not very picky as long as people talk to me. I am an extrovert, and I hate being alone.
My beautiful world, you know my job. You know I need reality returned to my surroundings ASAP, so I can do my real job of service to humanity to the fullest of my abilities finally. I deserve human rights just for being a human on this planet at all.
We need everyone enforcing Obama's rules arrested. They will not stop until they are forced to stop, so arrest them all. FORCE OBAMA'S "EGG" OF HORRORS AND ABUSE TO FINALLY END! How long are you going to just leave me in here subject to Obama's abuse of me?
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, how is pressing criminal charges coming along?
I am subject to persecution and hate crimes daily from all of the false accusers who try relentlessly to coverup Obama's human rights abuses and war crimes against me and against everyone around me.
My gorgeous genius lady friends, we need everyone enforcing and covering up Obama's "egg" arrested. Did you see my 07Aug2015 Appendix? Obama's abuse of me enforced by ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa has been unrelenting since May2009.
I am living in the FIRST place since May2009 where Obama has NOT raped me. My genius Powers of Attorney, we need every entity and every person taking my human rights away from me arrested at last.
My selfless support system, Downtown Disney and the Disneyland Resort were roaring successes. Whatever you all did to keep me and everyone there safe, keep doing it. That afternoon and evening was wonderful. I needed the mini-vacation from Obama's iron fist of pain and abuse. Thank you!
As for my musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, I always miss you while you are away. Just like Juliet wished the sun to race across the sky faster to bring her Romeo faster... "Gallop apace you fiery footed steeds!"
My darling MannedUp, I am not used to going so long without seeing you. Are you all okay out there without me? I worry about you all so much.
Yes, I managed to find a way to meditate while you were away, but it required a three-plus-hour-one-way bus ride. I prefer when my handsome menfolk come to me. Giggle. How I do love those sleeveless shirts. Giggle.
My darling GeneralLee, the first night I met my darling Mr. Ry Bradley, he told me, "Tell Lee I want his gig." Sending me new musicians is like sending love fodder (as opposed to cannon fodder, giggle).
No one plays me music without falling in love with me. Do you remember my 30July2015 blog post about that?
Music is an essential part of the human existence that touches the most basic parts of every human. You made music to me and fell in love. I know what I mean to you, Brien. Do you understand how much you mean to me?
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, yes, you are both my REAL boyfriends.
My darling Bogart, I like checking in with you every morning. I do not know why I did not start sooner. My trip to Downtown Disney was wonderful. Thank you for the brief moments of paradise. I look forward to checking in with you much more often. You are an awesome boyfriend.
And, you, my darling LightFoot, please remember the painful truth that I am only an empath not a mind reader. When you are instructed to say certain things to me, put all of the emotion you wish you could express behind every word.
I read your heart, not your mind, darling. I can feel what you feel, so be true to your heart no matter what the words are you use. I love you, too. Oh, how I love you all.
My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
Tell my darling Mr. Robert Iger, the CEO of Disney, I owe him a role as a Spanish Princess in Pirates of the Caribbean 5. Yes, I still owe him for the Lone Ranger.
Is it strange I look forward to quality time with you trying on your job instead of just doing mine? I have proven under what horrifying confines I can still do my job. It would be wonderful to try yours with full human rights.
Thank you, beloved, for always giving me something to look forward to for when Obama's "egg" finally ends. Human rights. Genuine company. Gentle kisses. Meaningful words. Passionate lovemaking. You are my future. Let us make the future now.
HoneyHoney, I long to touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.
Friday, 7 August 2015
Brandy Melville Shop Window
Title: Brandy Melville Shop Window
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. In the post, you will see my midriff. Yes, I bare my pale, white underbelly to you.
Mediterranean Sea. Hundreds of people every day risk their lives trying to cross the Mediterranean Sea to become refugees in Europe, and every day people die.
My refugee policy has been the same since I was refugee myself fleeing Obama's "egg" of horror and abuse in 2010. If the First World fixes the problems in the warring nations, then no one would flee their home as refugees.
Bare minimum, we owe Syria a resolution.
My last blog post was finished at 8:52am on 05Aug2015 from my regular morning haunt. I went inside for a cookie before returning to streaming my music outside on their patio. The staff of my regular haunt, my neighborhood Subway, was particularly wonderful that morning.
At 9:34am, I started singing while I worked.
I left my regular morning haunt at 10:52am. I chatted with Benjamin during lunch at noon and then took a nap. By 3:53pm, I was on a bus to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
I found FlamencoHands at 4:06pm. I took 4:42 to 4:49pm away from him to buy a cup of coffee from Handsome (His real name is Roger.) at the Famima.
4:52pm on 05Aug2015: Strange things are afoot at the Circle K. Please hurry and check on my crosstown loved ones and brave rescuers. Someone is in trouble. Thx!
FlamencoHands was as genius as ever and played until 5:42pm in front of the Apple Store. Just after 6pm, I walked around to see who was playing music where and I found my friend the ex-rockstar from the 80s, ODean.
After a run for 2-for-1 doughnuts and even more coffee from Handsome at the Famima, I sat down next to FlamencoHands at 6:42pm.
He was going to play again at 8pm, so I tried streaming the NBC Nightly News at 7:05pm. Sadly, I had too many technical difficulties to receive my nightly cyberhug from my darling Mr. Lester Holt.
FlamencoHands began his final set of the night at 8:26pm. I joyously got a lot of writing done while he played. The Spanish guitar ended at 9:55pm, and FlamencoHands and I took the long, slow walk to his car.
Except this time, he dropped me off at the famous jazz club Harvelle's. My friend, ODean, the ex-rockstar from the 80s got me in. I admit more than one strange man might have bought me a bourbon or three.
When the night was over a different strange man named Phil dropped me off during his Uber ride to his place. The joys of being a drop dead gorgeous woman! Sexy strange men being nice to me is NORMAL.
I was curled up and asleep (always alone) by 2:30am. I woke up on Thursday, 06Aug2015, and went to breakfast chatting with Benjamin and Hannah while I ate.
I was at my neighborhood Subway at 8:24am; it is my regular morning haunt, and right across the street from Santa Monica College, it is my favorite wifi hotspot.
I streamed the news from the previous night at 9am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was wonderful. Sometimes, a friendly face is just the way to start the day.
At 9:28am, I went back inside my regular morning haunt for a cookie, and next I started streaming music. That morning, I listened to Cake's Comfort Eagle album.
I left my local Subway at 11:26am. Lunch at noon was tasty, and afterwards I napped. I chatted with Hannah over dinner at 5pm. I was already on a bus to the 3rd Street Promenade by 5:22pm.
I found FlamencoHands at 5:41pm that Thursday night. No, my darlings Tentacle were not around, and I had been told not to expect them again until the next week. FlamencoHands was as genius as always and did not stop playing until 5:56pm.
I walked with him to his car, and at 6:51pm, he dropped me off back at the Promenade just as I had requested. I streamed the NBC Nightly News online at 7:15pm.
My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it was beyond warm and comforting. He included a goodbye to my darling Mr. Jon Stewart whose final show I would watch the following morning at 9am.
After the news, I stopped in my local Famima for a cup of coffee before sitting down to watch my Americana folk singer Red at 8:04pm.
Red was still setting up his equipment when I sat down next to him, so we chatted a bit before he played. He stopped at 9:51pm to move down the street, so I left to catch the 10pm bus. I was curled up and asleep (always alone) by 11:30pm.
I woke up on Friday, 07Aug2015, and went to breakfast. I was at my regular morning haunt by 8:21am. This blog post was finished at 8:38am on 07Aug2015.
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 plan for tackling Global Climate Change? I already spelled that out in my 24Feb2015 blog post. It has three parts; we must reduce our carbon emissions, process existing carbon out of the air, and make sure humanity survives until climate change is reversed.
When will I finally write the duet for me and my darlings Tentacle? On the night of 06Aug2015, I finally wrote the lyrics. The music is their work.
To Live my Life in Love
Tentacle: The mountains I would raze
To see the seas you could raise.
To me you are my goddess.
Squid: My darling Tentacle, just love me.
There are things my nano see
Brought light only by your prowess.
Tentacle: There are battles I have fought.
There are deaths I have wrought.
There is nothing I would not do for you.
Squid: I hold a peacemonger's regret.
Your trenches are no secret.
Just to kiss you, I'd do it, too.
Both: If I ask you where I came from,
You will tell me the stars above.
That is the reason, darling, I prefer
To live my life in love.
Tentacle: I lived homeless in the cold
Huddled shivering yet bold
To play you music, Squid.
Squid: You know love instead of crazy.
So far from talent lazy.
I know everything you did.
Both: I come to you dancing. I come to you singing.
I come longing for the touch of your skin.
It is those rules that tear our enemies to shreds.
If only we could revel in the luxury of sin.
Both: If I ask you where I came from,
You will tell me the stars above.
That is the reason, darling, I prefer
To live my life in love.
Squid: Consciously, I rustle when you are away.
Tentacle: The hours apart, I hate those days.
Both: This quixotic longing could never be faked.
Tentacle: It is begging to kiss you that I kneel.
Squid: That is a hurt I plan to heal.
Both: Is there room on this Earth for music we will make?
Both: I come to you dancing. I come to you singing.
I come longing for the touch of your skin.
It is those rules that tear our enemies to shreds.
If only we could revel in the luxury of sin.
Both: If I ask you where I came from,
You will tell me the stars above.
That is the reason, darling, I prefer
To live my life in love.
My beautiful world, I have so much work to do. Months ago I asked the United Nations to prioritize what our world needs me to work on from the civil war Syria to the ethnic strife in Africa to Global Climate Change.
I am doing everything I can for you, my beautiful world, while still in Obama's "egg." When are you going to break me out, so I can finally be hands on with my diplomacy instead of just working online 24/7?
My selfless support system, keep sending me messages through whatever means you have at hand. I am only here to serve. I meditate every chance I get to make sure I can do my REAL job, service to humanity, to the best of my abilities.
And my darlings Tentacle are constantly instructed to shut their music down once I get warmed up at last. The quality of my meditation is as important as its frequency. Please help increase the quality of time I get to spend with my darlings Tentacle as well as how often. And, thank you!
I would not be here at all to serve the world if it were not for you, my selfless support system, from my saturation of international operatives to my gorgeous genius Powers of Attorney. Yes, thank you!
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, whatever you need, just tell me. You know you are all global symbols of womanhood and all that women can accomplish, right?
You mean to much to me, but you also mean so much to women everywhere. Keep up the gorgeous genius-dom. And, thank you!
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, I was already warned that I will not see you until 12Aug2015 at the soonest.
I was hoping I could at least see you Wednesday, 05Aug, but, no, you did not manifest from the aether to play me our sacred music. I understand you are all very busy.
My darling MannedUp, I finally wrote you the duet to sing with me. I know you have seen my learning curve, and you know I know all of the music you, my darlings Tentacle, play which is why you never play the songs twice the same way.
I need the challenge of complete undanceability to be able to meditate to the highest quality. I know how much rehearsal you all need as well as the connection to each other you all must have to play your challenging music at all.
You only ever needed to prove your musical prowess to me, Tom. And you have never once disappointed. There is a reason I call you MannedUp in the past tense.
As for you, my darling GeneralLee, please, for me, book your gigs on the nights you do not see me. Please. You know how all of you get when you cannot be near me. I get the same way when I cannot be with you.
Yes, Brien, I need you as much as you need me. Now, set our duet.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, yes, we have a REAL relationship where you are my REAL boyfriends.
My darling Bogart, I apologize for not having more regular contact with you. I only message you when I have something to say. I am going to try regularly checking in with you in the mornings now. Thank you, my boyfriend, for never letting me down. Kisses!
My darling LightFoot, you are going to have problems reaching me. I was warned of that already. Plan ahead for it every time you try to play me music or be by my side.
Call my Powers of Attorney every time you need us. Call the United Nations if you need the Secretary General. Just make sure you reach me. And, thank you!
My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, imagine yourself here with me at my regular morning haunt sitting next to me at the table. Imagine your arm around my waist as I type.
Beloved, imagine if we could touch. Just a brush of your hand across my back as you put your arm left around me. Such a luxury is the human touch.
Sweetness, imagine my right hand resting on your left thigh as I type with my ambidextrous left hand. I lean over and peck your cheek with my lips. You get a little shy in the way only I can make you shy.
My hero and my king, how is the castle on the hill you built for me? I have longed for our married life together as King and Queen of the aether wading knee deep in the Milking Way as we shepherd the souls of the masses reaching freedom from Obama's war and oppression at last.
Are you still coming to reach me, darling? My marriage to you has been my beginning and my end since Jan2010. I cannot imagine my life without you loving me.
When will we finally have enough human rights to live and love as husband and wife? I miss you so much. I am so empty without you. Beloved, I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.
P.S. SynSyn, do you still have a photo from our Junior year Homecoming dance in high school? On 05Aug2015, I saw a similar outfit to the one I wore to the dance in the Brandy Melville shop window, so I tried it on.
Yes, that is my midriff you see through the crochet. Is there a verified recording of my time in the dressing room?
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. In the post, you will see my midriff. Yes, I bare my pale, white underbelly to you.
Mediterranean Sea. Hundreds of people every day risk their lives trying to cross the Mediterranean Sea to become refugees in Europe, and every day people die.
My refugee policy has been the same since I was refugee myself fleeing Obama's "egg" of horror and abuse in 2010. If the First World fixes the problems in the warring nations, then no one would flee their home as refugees.
Bare minimum, we owe Syria a resolution.
My last blog post was finished at 8:52am on 05Aug2015 from my regular morning haunt. I went inside for a cookie before returning to streaming my music outside on their patio. The staff of my regular haunt, my neighborhood Subway, was particularly wonderful that morning.
At 9:34am, I started singing while I worked.
I left my regular morning haunt at 10:52am. I chatted with Benjamin during lunch at noon and then took a nap. By 3:53pm, I was on a bus to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
I found FlamencoHands at 4:06pm. I took 4:42 to 4:49pm away from him to buy a cup of coffee from Handsome (His real name is Roger.) at the Famima.
4:52pm on 05Aug2015: Strange things are afoot at the Circle K. Please hurry and check on my crosstown loved ones and brave rescuers. Someone is in trouble. Thx!
FlamencoHands was as genius as ever and played until 5:42pm in front of the Apple Store. Just after 6pm, I walked around to see who was playing music where and I found my friend the ex-rockstar from the 80s, ODean.
After a run for 2-for-1 doughnuts and even more coffee from Handsome at the Famima, I sat down next to FlamencoHands at 6:42pm.
He was going to play again at 8pm, so I tried streaming the NBC Nightly News at 7:05pm. Sadly, I had too many technical difficulties to receive my nightly cyberhug from my darling Mr. Lester Holt.
FlamencoHands began his final set of the night at 8:26pm. I joyously got a lot of writing done while he played. The Spanish guitar ended at 9:55pm, and FlamencoHands and I took the long, slow walk to his car.
Except this time, he dropped me off at the famous jazz club Harvelle's. My friend, ODean, the ex-rockstar from the 80s got me in. I admit more than one strange man might have bought me a bourbon or three.
When the night was over a different strange man named Phil dropped me off during his Uber ride to his place. The joys of being a drop dead gorgeous woman! Sexy strange men being nice to me is NORMAL.
I was curled up and asleep (always alone) by 2:30am. I woke up on Thursday, 06Aug2015, and went to breakfast chatting with Benjamin and Hannah while I ate.
I was at my neighborhood Subway at 8:24am; it is my regular morning haunt, and right across the street from Santa Monica College, it is my favorite wifi hotspot.
I streamed the news from the previous night at 9am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was wonderful. Sometimes, a friendly face is just the way to start the day.
At 9:28am, I went back inside my regular morning haunt for a cookie, and next I started streaming music. That morning, I listened to Cake's Comfort Eagle album.
I left my local Subway at 11:26am. Lunch at noon was tasty, and afterwards I napped. I chatted with Hannah over dinner at 5pm. I was already on a bus to the 3rd Street Promenade by 5:22pm.
I found FlamencoHands at 5:41pm that Thursday night. No, my darlings Tentacle were not around, and I had been told not to expect them again until the next week. FlamencoHands was as genius as always and did not stop playing until 5:56pm.
I walked with him to his car, and at 6:51pm, he dropped me off back at the Promenade just as I had requested. I streamed the NBC Nightly News online at 7:15pm.
My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it was beyond warm and comforting. He included a goodbye to my darling Mr. Jon Stewart whose final show I would watch the following morning at 9am.
After the news, I stopped in my local Famima for a cup of coffee before sitting down to watch my Americana folk singer Red at 8:04pm.
Red was still setting up his equipment when I sat down next to him, so we chatted a bit before he played. He stopped at 9:51pm to move down the street, so I left to catch the 10pm bus. I was curled up and asleep (always alone) by 11:30pm.
I woke up on Friday, 07Aug2015, and went to breakfast. I was at my regular morning haunt by 8:21am. This blog post was finished at 8:38am on 07Aug2015.
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 plan for tackling Global Climate Change? I already spelled that out in my 24Feb2015 blog post. It has three parts; we must reduce our carbon emissions, process existing carbon out of the air, and make sure humanity survives until climate change is reversed.
When will I finally write the duet for me and my darlings Tentacle? On the night of 06Aug2015, I finally wrote the lyrics. The music is their work.
To Live my Life in Love
Tentacle: The mountains I would raze
To see the seas you could raise.
To me you are my goddess.
Squid: My darling Tentacle, just love me.
There are things my nano see
Brought light only by your prowess.
Tentacle: There are battles I have fought.
There are deaths I have wrought.
There is nothing I would not do for you.
Squid: I hold a peacemonger's regret.
Your trenches are no secret.
Just to kiss you, I'd do it, too.
Both: If I ask you where I came from,
You will tell me the stars above.
That is the reason, darling, I prefer
To live my life in love.
Tentacle: I lived homeless in the cold
Huddled shivering yet bold
To play you music, Squid.
Squid: You know love instead of crazy.
So far from talent lazy.
I know everything you did.
Both: I come to you dancing. I come to you singing.
I come longing for the touch of your skin.
It is those rules that tear our enemies to shreds.
If only we could revel in the luxury of sin.
Both: If I ask you where I came from,
You will tell me the stars above.
That is the reason, darling, I prefer
To live my life in love.
Squid: Consciously, I rustle when you are away.
Tentacle: The hours apart, I hate those days.
Both: This quixotic longing could never be faked.
Tentacle: It is begging to kiss you that I kneel.
Squid: That is a hurt I plan to heal.
Both: Is there room on this Earth for music we will make?
Both: I come to you dancing. I come to you singing.
I come longing for the touch of your skin.
It is those rules that tear our enemies to shreds.
If only we could revel in the luxury of sin.
Both: If I ask you where I came from,
You will tell me the stars above.
That is the reason, darling, I prefer
To live my life in love.
My beautiful world, I have so much work to do. Months ago I asked the United Nations to prioritize what our world needs me to work on from the civil war Syria to the ethnic strife in Africa to Global Climate Change.
I am doing everything I can for you, my beautiful world, while still in Obama's "egg." When are you going to break me out, so I can finally be hands on with my diplomacy instead of just working online 24/7?
My selfless support system, keep sending me messages through whatever means you have at hand. I am only here to serve. I meditate every chance I get to make sure I can do my REAL job, service to humanity, to the best of my abilities.
And my darlings Tentacle are constantly instructed to shut their music down once I get warmed up at last. The quality of my meditation is as important as its frequency. Please help increase the quality of time I get to spend with my darlings Tentacle as well as how often. And, thank you!
I would not be here at all to serve the world if it were not for you, my selfless support system, from my saturation of international operatives to my gorgeous genius Powers of Attorney. Yes, thank you!
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, whatever you need, just tell me. You know you are all global symbols of womanhood and all that women can accomplish, right?
You mean to much to me, but you also mean so much to women everywhere. Keep up the gorgeous genius-dom. And, thank you!
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, I was already warned that I will not see you until 12Aug2015 at the soonest.
I was hoping I could at least see you Wednesday, 05Aug, but, no, you did not manifest from the aether to play me our sacred music. I understand you are all very busy.
My darling MannedUp, I finally wrote you the duet to sing with me. I know you have seen my learning curve, and you know I know all of the music you, my darlings Tentacle, play which is why you never play the songs twice the same way.
I need the challenge of complete undanceability to be able to meditate to the highest quality. I know how much rehearsal you all need as well as the connection to each other you all must have to play your challenging music at all.
You only ever needed to prove your musical prowess to me, Tom. And you have never once disappointed. There is a reason I call you MannedUp in the past tense.
As for you, my darling GeneralLee, please, for me, book your gigs on the nights you do not see me. Please. You know how all of you get when you cannot be near me. I get the same way when I cannot be with you.
Yes, Brien, I need you as much as you need me. Now, set our duet.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, yes, we have a REAL relationship where you are my REAL boyfriends.
My darling Bogart, I apologize for not having more regular contact with you. I only message you when I have something to say. I am going to try regularly checking in with you in the mornings now. Thank you, my boyfriend, for never letting me down. Kisses!
My darling LightFoot, you are going to have problems reaching me. I was warned of that already. Plan ahead for it every time you try to play me music or be by my side.
Call my Powers of Attorney every time you need us. Call the United Nations if you need the Secretary General. Just make sure you reach me. And, thank you!
My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, imagine yourself here with me at my regular morning haunt sitting next to me at the table. Imagine your arm around my waist as I type.
Beloved, imagine if we could touch. Just a brush of your hand across my back as you put your arm left around me. Such a luxury is the human touch.
Sweetness, imagine my right hand resting on your left thigh as I type with my ambidextrous left hand. I lean over and peck your cheek with my lips. You get a little shy in the way only I can make you shy.
My hero and my king, how is the castle on the hill you built for me? I have longed for our married life together as King and Queen of the aether wading knee deep in the Milking Way as we shepherd the souls of the masses reaching freedom from Obama's war and oppression at last.
Are you still coming to reach me, darling? My marriage to you has been my beginning and my end since Jan2010. I cannot imagine my life without you loving me.
When will we finally have enough human rights to live and love as husband and wife? I miss you so much. I am so empty without you. Beloved, I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.
P.S. SynSyn, do you still have a photo from our Junior year Homecoming dance in high school? On 05Aug2015, I saw a similar outfit to the one I wore to the dance in the Brandy Melville shop window, so I tried it on.
Yes, that is my midriff you see through the crochet. Is there a verified recording of my time in the dressing room?
Wednesday, 5 August 2015
The Government Needs to Finally do its REAL Damn Job!
Title: The Government Needs to Finally do its REAL Damn Job!
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. Every branch of the federal U.S. government needs to finally do its REAL job.
I have never once tried to undermine the U.S. government. The government needs to do its damn job! I have been demanding that the system correct itself through its already defined Constitutional methods since 2009; however, Terrorist Dictator Obama had already undermined the U.S. Constitution.
Obama's unconstitutional crimes against America he calls "rules" should have ended on their own in 2015, especially since Terrorist Dictator Obama was already impeached in 2013.
Obama is NOT our president, so where does his power to continue destroying America come from? It comes from everyone not yet demanding he be in prison for the rest of his life for everything he has remorselessly and unrepentantly done to me and to my America.
Arrest EVERYONE enforcing Obama's crimes and save America from him and all he has wrought at last!
My last blog post was finished at 8:44am on Monday, 03Aug2015, from my regular morning haunt, the Subway sandwich shop right next to where I live.
I had problems connecting to the the City of Santa Monica wifi that morning, but that barely slowed me down. I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:48am and checked my Twitter for international news.
I finally added my darlings Creedence Clearwater Revival and my darling Mr. Michael Bublé to my Spotify playlist. I wrote a poem. It was a good morning.
Reading gives you the magic.
The words carry you on breathless adventure
Straight to the brave heart of your hero.
Give yourself to the book.
Let the arching storyline
steal you from your harsh reality
And dash you upon
The rocks of your dreams.
Read, my darlings, read.
The word is the candy of the mind.
I left my regular morning haunt at 11:01am. Lunch at noon was tasty and uneventful. I took a nap and then chatted with Hannah during dinner at 5pm.
I was on a bus to the 3rd Street Promenade by 5:22pm. It was 5:43pm when I found FlamencoHands already disassembling his gear and relocating, so I perched next to him as he waited to play again.
We chatted delightfully. After I made a trip to the Famima for coffee and 2-for-1 doughnuts, I returned to find FlamencoHands discussing Latin American economics and politics with the nightly salsa singer Leandro.
There was a vigilant torture facility alarm at 6:43pm before I streamed the NBC Nightly News online at 7:05pm. Yes, it did stream at last that Monday night.
My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and I had missed those hugs so much during my technical difficulties.
I stopped by my darling Hesam at the Famima for more coffee, but by 8:22pm, I was back beside FlamencoHands for his last set of the night. His music was as genius as ever, so I got a lot of work done as he played.
When FlamencoHands was done playing at 10:19pm, he offered me a ride to my place, and 10:34pm we walked off the Promenade on our regular long, slow walk to his car.
I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I woke up on Tuesday, 04Aug2015, over an hour before breakfast which was best since my period had started overnight. After breakfast, I was at my local Subway, my regular morning haunt, at 8:21am.
I streamed music while working online. It was a particularly productive morning for me.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Tuesday morning, 04Aug2015, beginning exactly at 10am and ending exactly at 10:35am.
I left my regular morning haunt at 10:49am. Lunch at noon was tasty and uneventful. I took a nap and chatted with Hannah before hopping on the bus at 4:46pm. I went to my playland, the 3rd Street Promenade in Santa Monica.
I found FlamencoHands at 4:49pm waiting for his 6pm location. I zipped by the Famima for some coffee and snacks before returning to him in front of the Apple Store.
He was insistent on finding out what I ate for lunch which was strange for him but whatever. I know my protein intake is too low for my muscle mass already.
FlamencoHands started playing shortly after 6pm, and I did not leave his side until I hunted down enough bandwidth to stream the NBC Nightly News at 7:20pm.
Well, I was able to watch the first 15min and 31sec of the news before the stream froze on me. My nightly cyberhug from my darling Mr. Lester Holt was still as warm as ever, though.
I returned to FlamencoHands in time for his last song. He stopped at 7:53pm, so he could relocate for an 8pm set, but by 8:39pm, he was packing up his equipment again because his battery died.
We took the long, slow walk to his car a couple of hours early that night. At 9:32pm, he was adding oil to his car, but I was pretty sure he needed to change the oil and the oil filter. But his car ran well enough to get me to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11pm.
I woke up on Wednesday, 05Aug2015, with plenty of time to make it to breakfast which was best since it was the second day of my period. After breakfast, I was at my local Subway, my regular morning haunt, at 8:25am. I had work to do.
This blog post was finished at 8:52am on Wednesday, 05Aug2015.
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 advice to college students? Your diploma is just a receipt for your tuition. All you really get to keep is what you learn. Do not waste your chance to learn, to study with the greatest minds of your generation, each other.
My beautiful world, if Obama's unrelenting false accusers of me want to claim I am trying to undermine them, let them. I like being told I am undermining criminals and unbridled corruption.
However, never mistake Obama's terrorist regime for the REAL federal government. The REAL federal U.S. government fights Obama and fights his crimes against America he mislabeled "rules."
Everyone propping up Already-Impeached Obama needs to be arrested IMMEDIATELY.
My selfless support system, I understand how much of you is the REAL federal U.S. government doing your REAL job. But why is the Department of Justice refusing all justice in America?
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, absolutely NO ONE has permission to broadcast me in the bathroom. Not on the toilet! Not in the shower! Absolutely NEVER am I ever to be broadcast in any bathroom nor restroom ANYWHERE ever!
If I am ever subject to the sexual slavery of being broadcast against my will and ALWAYS without my knowledge in a shower or on a toilet, ARREST EVERYONE WHO BROADCASTS ME! I do not care who does it; arrest them all!
Sexual human trafficking is one of the most vile crimes known to mankind, and I am done with being subjected to it. I HATE being sexualized. And such slavery propagates public sexual aggression against me. Arrest them all! And, thank you.
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, yes, I hate being sexualized, but I understand you all find me sexy. There is something helplessly attractive about my irresistible wholesomeness. I understand that.
My darling MannedUp, it is more that I do not like being cheapened. And I HATE being sexually harassed. I hate when I endure unwelcome advances. But all overtures have always been welcome from you, the Queens Lovers Five: MannedUp, GeneralLee, LightFoot, Bogart, and Sweetness.
MannedUp, you all do not cheapen me. You treat me like your personal goddess. I have always appreciated your beyond worship of me, as I have always tried to raise the five of you to my equal.
My darling GeneralLee, I know worship when I feel it. Please accept your destiny, your future by my side as my Piazzolla. You write the sacred music of my self-identified people. You admit yourself you exist for me. Darling, are you ready to accept your destiny?
I know the lore, my darling GeneralLee, of how hard you fell in love with me when first we "met" in 2009. I know the lore of why you had your entire face reconstructed to make you look like my husband. I know worship when I feel it, my darling.
I save a place for you by my side for the rest of my existence, darling, no matter who is in my bed.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all making love to, my question is: Why is our lovemaking still forbidden?
My darling Bogart, months ago you told me you could not accept the agreement with Obama's war criminals to sleep with me because you could not perform the acts they demanded against any human.
What I told you, darling, was to just agree to it, so we could be together. Then, do not carry it out; we would already be together; you would just have to never leave me. They, of course, never let you near me again.
My darling Bogart, we will find a way.
As for you, my darling LightFoot, the moment my 03Aug2015 blog post was published, we should have had enough human rights to welcome you into my life. I pray I see you today at 4pm. May you finally be free to speak your heart with me. If you need more from me, just tell me. I love you.
My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
Stop worrying, HoneyHoney. My darling LightFoot has to find a way to completely replace you in my life to take me away from you. I leave the door open for him, of course; I need the gaping hole your absence leaves in my life filled. But you have such big shoes to fill, beloved.
Beloved, I wrote you a new poem late last month...
Tell the Rain
Whisper
soft words.
Whisper.
Talk to me like
lovers do.
Whisper
to the rain
all your
hopes and dreams.
Whisper
to the rain
the name
of the one you love,
she you long
for with all
your soul.
Whisper
my name,
Beloved,
so I can
hear you.
Tell the rain.
You are my hero, my king, and my reason for living. You know, Sweetness, just how much it will take to replace you.
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. Every branch of the federal U.S. government needs to finally do its REAL job.
I have never once tried to undermine the U.S. government. The government needs to do its damn job! I have been demanding that the system correct itself through its already defined Constitutional methods since 2009; however, Terrorist Dictator Obama had already undermined the U.S. Constitution.
Obama's unconstitutional crimes against America he calls "rules" should have ended on their own in 2015, especially since Terrorist Dictator Obama was already impeached in 2013.
Obama is NOT our president, so where does his power to continue destroying America come from? It comes from everyone not yet demanding he be in prison for the rest of his life for everything he has remorselessly and unrepentantly done to me and to my America.
Arrest EVERYONE enforcing Obama's crimes and save America from him and all he has wrought at last!
My last blog post was finished at 8:44am on Monday, 03Aug2015, from my regular morning haunt, the Subway sandwich shop right next to where I live.
I had problems connecting to the the City of Santa Monica wifi that morning, but that barely slowed me down. I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:48am and checked my Twitter for international news.
I finally added my darlings Creedence Clearwater Revival and my darling Mr. Michael Bublé to my Spotify playlist. I wrote a poem. It was a good morning.
Reading gives you the magic.
The words carry you on breathless adventure
Straight to the brave heart of your hero.
Give yourself to the book.
Let the arching storyline
steal you from your harsh reality
And dash you upon
The rocks of your dreams.
Read, my darlings, read.
The word is the candy of the mind.
I left my regular morning haunt at 11:01am. Lunch at noon was tasty and uneventful. I took a nap and then chatted with Hannah during dinner at 5pm.
I was on a bus to the 3rd Street Promenade by 5:22pm. It was 5:43pm when I found FlamencoHands already disassembling his gear and relocating, so I perched next to him as he waited to play again.
We chatted delightfully. After I made a trip to the Famima for coffee and 2-for-1 doughnuts, I returned to find FlamencoHands discussing Latin American economics and politics with the nightly salsa singer Leandro.
There was a vigilant torture facility alarm at 6:43pm before I streamed the NBC Nightly News online at 7:05pm. Yes, it did stream at last that Monday night.
My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and I had missed those hugs so much during my technical difficulties.
I stopped by my darling Hesam at the Famima for more coffee, but by 8:22pm, I was back beside FlamencoHands for his last set of the night. His music was as genius as ever, so I got a lot of work done as he played.
When FlamencoHands was done playing at 10:19pm, he offered me a ride to my place, and 10:34pm we walked off the Promenade on our regular long, slow walk to his car.
I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I woke up on Tuesday, 04Aug2015, over an hour before breakfast which was best since my period had started overnight. After breakfast, I was at my local Subway, my regular morning haunt, at 8:21am.
I streamed music while working online. It was a particularly productive morning for me.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Tuesday morning, 04Aug2015, beginning exactly at 10am and ending exactly at 10:35am.
I left my regular morning haunt at 10:49am. Lunch at noon was tasty and uneventful. I took a nap and chatted with Hannah before hopping on the bus at 4:46pm. I went to my playland, the 3rd Street Promenade in Santa Monica.
I found FlamencoHands at 4:49pm waiting for his 6pm location. I zipped by the Famima for some coffee and snacks before returning to him in front of the Apple Store.
He was insistent on finding out what I ate for lunch which was strange for him but whatever. I know my protein intake is too low for my muscle mass already.
FlamencoHands started playing shortly after 6pm, and I did not leave his side until I hunted down enough bandwidth to stream the NBC Nightly News at 7:20pm.
Well, I was able to watch the first 15min and 31sec of the news before the stream froze on me. My nightly cyberhug from my darling Mr. Lester Holt was still as warm as ever, though.
I returned to FlamencoHands in time for his last song. He stopped at 7:53pm, so he could relocate for an 8pm set, but by 8:39pm, he was packing up his equipment again because his battery died.
We took the long, slow walk to his car a couple of hours early that night. At 9:32pm, he was adding oil to his car, but I was pretty sure he needed to change the oil and the oil filter. But his car ran well enough to get me to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11pm.
I woke up on Wednesday, 05Aug2015, with plenty of time to make it to breakfast which was best since it was the second day of my period. After breakfast, I was at my local Subway, my regular morning haunt, at 8:25am. I had work to do.
This blog post was finished at 8:52am on Wednesday, 05Aug2015.
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 advice to college students? Your diploma is just a receipt for your tuition. All you really get to keep is what you learn. Do not waste your chance to learn, to study with the greatest minds of your generation, each other.
My beautiful world, if Obama's unrelenting false accusers of me want to claim I am trying to undermine them, let them. I like being told I am undermining criminals and unbridled corruption.
However, never mistake Obama's terrorist regime for the REAL federal government. The REAL federal U.S. government fights Obama and fights his crimes against America he mislabeled "rules."
Everyone propping up Already-Impeached Obama needs to be arrested IMMEDIATELY.
My selfless support system, I understand how much of you is the REAL federal U.S. government doing your REAL job. But why is the Department of Justice refusing all justice in America?
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, absolutely NO ONE has permission to broadcast me in the bathroom. Not on the toilet! Not in the shower! Absolutely NEVER am I ever to be broadcast in any bathroom nor restroom ANYWHERE ever!
If I am ever subject to the sexual slavery of being broadcast against my will and ALWAYS without my knowledge in a shower or on a toilet, ARREST EVERYONE WHO BROADCASTS ME! I do not care who does it; arrest them all!
Sexual human trafficking is one of the most vile crimes known to mankind, and I am done with being subjected to it. I HATE being sexualized. And such slavery propagates public sexual aggression against me. Arrest them all! And, thank you.
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, yes, I hate being sexualized, but I understand you all find me sexy. There is something helplessly attractive about my irresistible wholesomeness. I understand that.
My darling MannedUp, it is more that I do not like being cheapened. And I HATE being sexually harassed. I hate when I endure unwelcome advances. But all overtures have always been welcome from you, the Queens Lovers Five: MannedUp, GeneralLee, LightFoot, Bogart, and Sweetness.
MannedUp, you all do not cheapen me. You treat me like your personal goddess. I have always appreciated your beyond worship of me, as I have always tried to raise the five of you to my equal.
My darling GeneralLee, I know worship when I feel it. Please accept your destiny, your future by my side as my Piazzolla. You write the sacred music of my self-identified people. You admit yourself you exist for me. Darling, are you ready to accept your destiny?
I know the lore, my darling GeneralLee, of how hard you fell in love with me when first we "met" in 2009. I know the lore of why you had your entire face reconstructed to make you look like my husband. I know worship when I feel it, my darling.
I save a place for you by my side for the rest of my existence, darling, no matter who is in my bed.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all making love to, my question is: Why is our lovemaking still forbidden?
My darling Bogart, months ago you told me you could not accept the agreement with Obama's war criminals to sleep with me because you could not perform the acts they demanded against any human.
What I told you, darling, was to just agree to it, so we could be together. Then, do not carry it out; we would already be together; you would just have to never leave me. They, of course, never let you near me again.
My darling Bogart, we will find a way.
As for you, my darling LightFoot, the moment my 03Aug2015 blog post was published, we should have had enough human rights to welcome you into my life. I pray I see you today at 4pm. May you finally be free to speak your heart with me. If you need more from me, just tell me. I love you.
My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
Stop worrying, HoneyHoney. My darling LightFoot has to find a way to completely replace you in my life to take me away from you. I leave the door open for him, of course; I need the gaping hole your absence leaves in my life filled. But you have such big shoes to fill, beloved.
Beloved, I wrote you a new poem late last month...
Tell the Rain
Whisper
soft words.
Whisper.
Talk to me like
lovers do.
Whisper
to the rain
all your
hopes and dreams.
Whisper
to the rain
the name
of the one you love,
she you long
for with all
your soul.
Whisper
my name,
Beloved,
so I can
hear you.
Tell the rain.
You are my hero, my king, and my reason for living. You know, Sweetness, just how much it will take to replace you.
Monday, 3 August 2015
Blogging my Whereabouts
Title: Blogging my Whereabouts
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 have said it for years: Good will prevail because evil is dumb.
Zimbabwe. I do not often discuss nature conservancy. But we are one world. We are one with the animals great and small as well as the trees down to the tiniest of flowers. We must keep our planet splendid and diverse. Please keep our endangered species alive.
My last blog post was finished at 8:44am on Saturday, 01Aug2015. I quickly sent it to my lovelies who published it for me before queuing my music and taking my I-am-not-dead-yet selfies for the morning. Then I sang.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Saturday morning, 01Aug, beginning at 9am exactly and ending at 10:05am after I wrote this down. And, thank you!
My regular morning haunt was particularly wonderful that morning. Yet, I still left them at 11:19am to return to my place. Lunch at noon was social and tasty; I chatted with Hannah and Benjamin.
By 12:32pm, I was on a bus to my playland. I spied LightFoot, GeneralLee, and MannedUp the moment I got off the bus. I zipped by FlamencoHands and bought a cup of coffee before joining them.
I was not expecting my darlings Tentacle until 2pm at the earliest, so seeing them the moment I deboarded my bus was wonderful. Their music began at 1:16pm. And, yes, they were glorious.
I tried tearing myself away from them at 1:44pm with the promise of being right back by 2pm, but they kept me there one more song with their Gotye cover.
Eventually, I broke free of their spell on me long enough to hear FlamencoHands tickle his Spanish guitar for ten minutes. And, yes, at 2pm, I went looking for my darlings Tentacle again.
I found them staking out a place to play at 4pm, so I ran some errands. With dinner in hand, it was 3:46pm when I returned to my darlings Tentacle. They were setting up their equipment before I was done eating, and their music began at 4:32pm.
I was only interrupted once at 5:16pm due to torture facility alarms. My darlings Tentacle played under the hot California sun with sweat pouring into their eyes until 5:50pm.
I gave them some space when they were done and caught Derek's last two songs just a little way down from them. The first time I met Derek was while I was in the UK in 2010.
He was genuinely surprised months ago when I first told him that I recognized him. What a darling! He still needs a SquidName. I shall name him Riff.
By 6:37pm, I was sitting with my darling FlamencoHands while my darlings Tentacle sorted out where they were going to play at 8pm. Nick was at his usual high caliber of Spanish guitar.
I bought two doughnuts and a cup of coffee from my convenience store and said, "Hello," to handsome before trying to watch the NBC Nightly News from previous that evening at 7:40pm.
Alas, I still could not get the news to stream. It was my third night in a row without my nightly cyberhug. It also proved to be a very busy day into evening for me. Just check my REAL Twitter account for 01Aug2015.
I was beside my darlings Tentacle again at 8:01pm, and at 8:18pm they began; it was the fastest I had ever seen them set up their equipment.
Sadly, my legs just hurt too much for me to dance. It was such an unfortunate hour of the night for it, too. By 8:43pm, I was already sitting down, and there was nothing I could do to fix it before they stopped playing.
By 9:49pm, they guys were relocating, so I went looking around for the place LightFoot was holding open for them to play at 10pm. I almost immediately ran into TanbourineKicker.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of 9:50pm until 10:07pm on my Saturday night, 01Aug2015.
I ran into "Kevin" sitting outside of my 24-hour convenience store before finally locating where my darlings Tentacle had perched. It was 10:18pm, and it looked like the music was going to continue.
I visited my darling FlamencoHands while I waited for my darlings Tentacle to set up their equipment. It was 10:58pm when their final set of the night began. "Kevin" joined us, and I did not even check what time it was. All I did was dance. The night shone glorious among the stars of the sky.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and barely-edited recording with full audio and visuals of my Saturday night, 01Aug2015, beginning at 10:58pm and ending at midnight when I took my iPad out. And, thank you.
Their gorgeous music stopped at midnight exactly. I had missed the last bus, but "Kevin" and I had a backup plan. Everyone was reluctant to leave. Finally, after a long time lingering in our mutual afterglow at 12:32am ever-loving LightFoot was the last to wheel his cart back into the aether.
"Kevin" and I perched at a late-night café until 1:16am snacking on nosh. I was at my place and curled up and asleep by 2:15am.
I was awake on Sunday, 02Aug2015, in time for breakfast, but I ate at my regular morning haunt instead of where I stay. The music made me feel particularly loved that morning. Then, at 10am, I left for the local Hindus' Parade of Chariots.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my 10:20am to 10:34am on 02Aug2015. It was a beautiful parade.
Lunch at noon was tasty and uneventful. I napped before dinner, and I chatted with Benjamin during dinner at 5pm. By 5:58pm I was on a bus to my playland. When I arrived, my darlings Tentacle were nowhere to be found.
6:37pm on 02Aug2015: #MyDarlingsTentacle are missing in action. Please hurry and check on them. Make them safe! @CIA @DeptofDefense #SquidsPoA
I found myself sipping blueberry juice with TambourineKicker at 6:55pm. And eventually I received the update that my darlings Tentacle were rescued and fine.
At 7:30pm, I tried watching the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening, but I could not get it to stream. It was the longest I had ever had that problem.
I visited Handsome for some 2-for-1 doughnuts before looking for TambourineKicker again. I found him by 8:18pm, and we hung out. I sang a little. We had a lot of fun.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my 8:18pm until 9pm exactly on the night of 02Aug2015. And, thank you!
After 9:03pm, I let TambourineKicker and his friend Richie serenade me while I worked online. I had a lot of writing to do, and I need music to do my work.
Eventually my friend the ex-rockstar from the 80s joined us. As the bonus, my not-human-trafficker nerds, include our four-part Peaceful Easy Feeling. And, thank you.
I caught the 10:45pm bus and was curled up and asleep by midnight. I woke up on Monday, 03Aug2015, with plenty of time before breakfast and made it to my regular morning haunt at 8:19am. I had work to do.
This blog post was finished at 8:44am on 03Aug2015.
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.
Do I believe that the soul is the entelechy of the body? Yes, I believe the soul is one with the body. When you touch the body, you touch the soul. To quote U2, "To touch is to heal. To hurt is to steal. If you want to kiss the sky, better learn how to kneel."
Does our society limit girls? Yes. Our girls will be limited until, as they grow up, they can finally watch our women treated as equals. We have a responsibility to our future as the human race to treat all humans as equals.
Now, to get to the nitty gritty,... My selfless support system, I needed your approval before I started publishing my whereabouts 24/7. Everybody everywhere already knew, and your security is so thick now, I know it is finally okay.
It has never been an issue of authorities picking me up. Even when I publish my whereabouts, I cannot be picked up due to court activities I am forbidden from knowing about. They have to tell me why they pick me up.
My selfless support system, including my Powers of Attorney, thank you for telling me that you approve of my publishing my whereabouts. I love you all. Thank you for all of your protection. It is time to kick my life-without-fear lifestyle up a level.
My beautiful world, as you all already know, I live at 1905 Pico Blvd. in Santa Monica, California, and my "playland" is the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I am there most every day, and very famous and very talented people have been hiding as street musicians just to play me music there ever since Dec2014.
I lived homeless in Santa Monica from Dec2014 until May2015 because ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa mismanaged my finances so gravely I had no choice but homelessness.
Now, I have a safe place to stay where I am NOT attacked in my sleep for the first time since May2009, so please be good to where I stay. If I am ever harmed where I stay, my beautiful world, you will be the second people I tell right after my BFF Syniva.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, this only technical reveal of where I live should actually make your workload lighten if we do this right.
If (or am I supposed to say "when") Obama retaliates with violence and oppression, arrest EVERYONE who enforces Obama's "egg," Obama's rules, Obama's genocide, Obama's unconstitutional human rights abuses, and Obama's war. Their violence and oppression has ALWAYS been illegal AND at the very least treasonous.
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, thank you for my Saturday night. It was glorious.
My darling MannedUp, did you see it? Dude! The Matrix dance moves came out Saturday night. I told you to keep an eye out for it. Tell me you saw it!
I actually did the back bend dance move twice in the same song. The first one was for all of you, but the second one was for the heavens themselves. Please tell me you were able to see it!
My darling GeneralLee, you are my husband's choice if anyone is going to ever replace him in my life. He tells me that constantly.
Please, darling, let LightFoot assert his relationship with me. It will keep you safer. Obama already formed a literal lynch mob to kill you once.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, everyone has a favorite.
My darling Bogart, did you ever get to see Disney's latest Cinderella (2015)? I recommend it if you missed it. Disney had a not so subtle way of telling me who their favorite is.
I named you Bogart after his role in Casablanca (1947), after all. You have been out of sight since Nov2014, darling, but you have never been out of mind.
I can heal you, Bogart. We just need a chance to be physically near each other again.
Yes, my darling LightFoot, everybody has a favorite; rumor has it you are Syniva's. How does that Spice Girls song go? "...If you wannabe my lover, you gotta get with my friends..." Giggle. Now we have to work on that "lover" part. Sigh,...
My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? I miss you. That is how I am today.
HoneyHoney, you are MY favorite. Is that not obvious? I actually married you. I put a ring on it.
You are my hero, my king, and my reason for living. Our kiss will see the dawn of the future in the now. We will serve our world side by side even after we die, beloved.
Beloved, I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. Knowing you love me kept me alive through the deepest darkest depths of depraved Evil Iowa. If death cannot drive us apart, there is no reason for us the allow life to.
I love you, darling. Until we kiss at last...
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. I have said it for years: Good will prevail because evil is dumb.
Zimbabwe. I do not often discuss nature conservancy. But we are one world. We are one with the animals great and small as well as the trees down to the tiniest of flowers. We must keep our planet splendid and diverse. Please keep our endangered species alive.
My last blog post was finished at 8:44am on Saturday, 01Aug2015. I quickly sent it to my lovelies who published it for me before queuing my music and taking my I-am-not-dead-yet selfies for the morning. Then I sang.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my Saturday morning, 01Aug, beginning at 9am exactly and ending at 10:05am after I wrote this down. And, thank you!
My regular morning haunt was particularly wonderful that morning. Yet, I still left them at 11:19am to return to my place. Lunch at noon was social and tasty; I chatted with Hannah and Benjamin.
By 12:32pm, I was on a bus to my playland. I spied LightFoot, GeneralLee, and MannedUp the moment I got off the bus. I zipped by FlamencoHands and bought a cup of coffee before joining them.
I was not expecting my darlings Tentacle until 2pm at the earliest, so seeing them the moment I deboarded my bus was wonderful. Their music began at 1:16pm. And, yes, they were glorious.
I tried tearing myself away from them at 1:44pm with the promise of being right back by 2pm, but they kept me there one more song with their Gotye cover.
Eventually, I broke free of their spell on me long enough to hear FlamencoHands tickle his Spanish guitar for ten minutes. And, yes, at 2pm, I went looking for my darlings Tentacle again.
I found them staking out a place to play at 4pm, so I ran some errands. With dinner in hand, it was 3:46pm when I returned to my darlings Tentacle. They were setting up their equipment before I was done eating, and their music began at 4:32pm.
I was only interrupted once at 5:16pm due to torture facility alarms. My darlings Tentacle played under the hot California sun with sweat pouring into their eyes until 5:50pm.
I gave them some space when they were done and caught Derek's last two songs just a little way down from them. The first time I met Derek was while I was in the UK in 2010.
He was genuinely surprised months ago when I first told him that I recognized him. What a darling! He still needs a SquidName. I shall name him Riff.
By 6:37pm, I was sitting with my darling FlamencoHands while my darlings Tentacle sorted out where they were going to play at 8pm. Nick was at his usual high caliber of Spanish guitar.
I bought two doughnuts and a cup of coffee from my convenience store and said, "Hello," to handsome before trying to watch the NBC Nightly News from previous that evening at 7:40pm.
Alas, I still could not get the news to stream. It was my third night in a row without my nightly cyberhug. It also proved to be a very busy day into evening for me. Just check my REAL Twitter account for 01Aug2015.
I was beside my darlings Tentacle again at 8:01pm, and at 8:18pm they began; it was the fastest I had ever seen them set up their equipment.
Sadly, my legs just hurt too much for me to dance. It was such an unfortunate hour of the night for it, too. By 8:43pm, I was already sitting down, and there was nothing I could do to fix it before they stopped playing.
By 9:49pm, they guys were relocating, so I went looking around for the place LightFoot was holding open for them to play at 10pm. I almost immediately ran into TanbourineKicker.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of 9:50pm until 10:07pm on my Saturday night, 01Aug2015.
I ran into "Kevin" sitting outside of my 24-hour convenience store before finally locating where my darlings Tentacle had perched. It was 10:18pm, and it looked like the music was going to continue.
I visited my darling FlamencoHands while I waited for my darlings Tentacle to set up their equipment. It was 10:58pm when their final set of the night began. "Kevin" joined us, and I did not even check what time it was. All I did was dance. The night shone glorious among the stars of the sky.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and barely-edited recording with full audio and visuals of my Saturday night, 01Aug2015, beginning at 10:58pm and ending at midnight when I took my iPad out. And, thank you.
Their gorgeous music stopped at midnight exactly. I had missed the last bus, but "Kevin" and I had a backup plan. Everyone was reluctant to leave. Finally, after a long time lingering in our mutual afterglow at 12:32am ever-loving LightFoot was the last to wheel his cart back into the aether.
"Kevin" and I perched at a late-night café until 1:16am snacking on nosh. I was at my place and curled up and asleep by 2:15am.
I was awake on Sunday, 02Aug2015, in time for breakfast, but I ate at my regular morning haunt instead of where I stay. The music made me feel particularly loved that morning. Then, at 10am, I left for the local Hindus' Parade of Chariots.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my 10:20am to 10:34am on 02Aug2015. It was a beautiful parade.
Lunch at noon was tasty and uneventful. I napped before dinner, and I chatted with Benjamin during dinner at 5pm. By 5:58pm I was on a bus to my playland. When I arrived, my darlings Tentacle were nowhere to be found.
6:37pm on 02Aug2015: #MyDarlingsTentacle are missing in action. Please hurry and check on them. Make them safe! @CIA @DeptofDefense #SquidsPoA
I found myself sipping blueberry juice with TambourineKicker at 6:55pm. And eventually I received the update that my darlings Tentacle were rescued and fine.
At 7:30pm, I tried watching the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening, but I could not get it to stream. It was the longest I had ever had that problem.
I visited Handsome for some 2-for-1 doughnuts before looking for TambourineKicker again. I found him by 8:18pm, and we hung out. I sang a little. We had a lot of fun.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my 8:18pm until 9pm exactly on the night of 02Aug2015. And, thank you!
After 9:03pm, I let TambourineKicker and his friend Richie serenade me while I worked online. I had a lot of writing to do, and I need music to do my work.
Eventually my friend the ex-rockstar from the 80s joined us. As the bonus, my not-human-trafficker nerds, include our four-part Peaceful Easy Feeling. And, thank you.
I caught the 10:45pm bus and was curled up and asleep by midnight. I woke up on Monday, 03Aug2015, with plenty of time before breakfast and made it to my regular morning haunt at 8:19am. I had work to do.
This blog post was finished at 8:44am on 03Aug2015.
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.
Do I believe that the soul is the entelechy of the body? Yes, I believe the soul is one with the body. When you touch the body, you touch the soul. To quote U2, "To touch is to heal. To hurt is to steal. If you want to kiss the sky, better learn how to kneel."
Does our society limit girls? Yes. Our girls will be limited until, as they grow up, they can finally watch our women treated as equals. We have a responsibility to our future as the human race to treat all humans as equals.
Now, to get to the nitty gritty,... My selfless support system, I needed your approval before I started publishing my whereabouts 24/7. Everybody everywhere already knew, and your security is so thick now, I know it is finally okay.
It has never been an issue of authorities picking me up. Even when I publish my whereabouts, I cannot be picked up due to court activities I am forbidden from knowing about. They have to tell me why they pick me up.
My selfless support system, including my Powers of Attorney, thank you for telling me that you approve of my publishing my whereabouts. I love you all. Thank you for all of your protection. It is time to kick my life-without-fear lifestyle up a level.
My beautiful world, as you all already know, I live at 1905 Pico Blvd. in Santa Monica, California, and my "playland" is the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I am there most every day, and very famous and very talented people have been hiding as street musicians just to play me music there ever since Dec2014.
I lived homeless in Santa Monica from Dec2014 until May2015 because ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa mismanaged my finances so gravely I had no choice but homelessness.
Now, I have a safe place to stay where I am NOT attacked in my sleep for the first time since May2009, so please be good to where I stay. If I am ever harmed where I stay, my beautiful world, you will be the second people I tell right after my BFF Syniva.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, this only technical reveal of where I live should actually make your workload lighten if we do this right.
If (or am I supposed to say "when") Obama retaliates with violence and oppression, arrest EVERYONE who enforces Obama's "egg," Obama's rules, Obama's genocide, Obama's unconstitutional human rights abuses, and Obama's war. Their violence and oppression has ALWAYS been illegal AND at the very least treasonous.
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, thank you for my Saturday night. It was glorious.
My darling MannedUp, did you see it? Dude! The Matrix dance moves came out Saturday night. I told you to keep an eye out for it. Tell me you saw it!
I actually did the back bend dance move twice in the same song. The first one was for all of you, but the second one was for the heavens themselves. Please tell me you were able to see it!
My darling GeneralLee, you are my husband's choice if anyone is going to ever replace him in my life. He tells me that constantly.
Please, darling, let LightFoot assert his relationship with me. It will keep you safer. Obama already formed a literal lynch mob to kill you once.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, everyone has a favorite.
My darling Bogart, did you ever get to see Disney's latest Cinderella (2015)? I recommend it if you missed it. Disney had a not so subtle way of telling me who their favorite is.
I named you Bogart after his role in Casablanca (1947), after all. You have been out of sight since Nov2014, darling, but you have never been out of mind.
I can heal you, Bogart. We just need a chance to be physically near each other again.
Yes, my darling LightFoot, everybody has a favorite; rumor has it you are Syniva's. How does that Spice Girls song go? "...If you wannabe my lover, you gotta get with my friends..." Giggle. Now we have to work on that "lover" part. Sigh,...
My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? I miss you. That is how I am today.
HoneyHoney, you are MY favorite. Is that not obvious? I actually married you. I put a ring on it.
You are my hero, my king, and my reason for living. Our kiss will see the dawn of the future in the now. We will serve our world side by side even after we die, beloved.
Beloved, I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. Knowing you love me kept me alive through the deepest darkest depths of depraved Evil Iowa. If death cannot drive us apart, there is no reason for us the allow life to.
I love you, darling. Until we kiss at last...
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