Freedom of Religion

Title: Freedom of Religion

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Songs of Freedom

Title: Songs of Freedom

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

May I Fly?

Title: May I Fly?

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

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

Here is my latest blog post. "A hundred ways to heaven's air become manifest to you; you go flying up to heaven every dawning like a prayer." --Rumi 1207-1273 CE

Guatemala. Central America now has better oversight that the U.S. does. They are actually arresting the criminals in their government. How did America become so backwards that our war criminals run rampant while our heroes face constant gallows and unrelenting threats of torture?

My last blog post was finished at 8:01am on Friday, 04Sep2015, from my bedroom. I ate breakfast and was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:24am.

My internet gnomes played me the Bacchanale from Sampson and Delilah while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

I started singing along while working at 8:47am. The lady next to me made a few song requests. It was a good morning. I left my regular morning haunt for my place at 11:06am.

Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful, and so was dinner at 5pm. I had napped in between.

By 5:11pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. And, yes, at 5:26pm, I did find my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot waiting to setup their equipment where they planned on playing at 6pm.

At 6:01pm, I looked up from my book of Rumi, and I saw my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle packing up the equipment they had just laid out.

6:02pm on 04Sep2015: Please hurry and check on my darlings Tentacle. Are they being taken away from me? #SquidsPoA @UN @RT_com @cctvnews @Martin_Dempsey

My plea for help was just in time. Thank you, my beautiful world! The sexual tension if not pure love was already intense even before they started playing at 6:33pm.

I warmed up as fast as I could. And, yes, it was a good night for meditation. I hit my stride by 7:18pm and stayed there until my darlings took their mandatory every-two-hour break at 7:58pm.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 8:10pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it made me feel appreciated-- like people actually notice every difficult thing I do all day.

I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot at 8:37pm where they had staked out to play at 10pm. Then, I went to talk to my darling FlamencoHands where he was waiting to play; he had not been on the Promenade in over a week, so we had much to catch up on before I resumed dancing with my darlings Tentacle.

In the middle of talking to my darling FlamencoHands, Shonn brought me in my local Famima to buy me a cup of coffee and a bag of popcorn. I also chatted a little with Patricia and Maggie before returning to where MannedUp and LightFoot were waiting.

I sat down and listened to my darling Pinchas while waiting for my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle.

Then, on my way to run some errand I quickly forgot, I ran into "Kevin" who recited the Our Father on the street corner while fixing me a sandwich. I sang a duet with my darling Wheels. And then my darlings Tentacle began again at 10:23pm.

I danced with "Kevin" a little before meditating. And, no, I did not hit my stride, but I did get our door open. That is, yes, my darlings and I had a very strong connection, but, no, I was not at my physical best. We would still have all weekend for that.

The guys broke for the night at 11:28pm which gave me just enough time to catch the last bus at 11:45pm. It was like they read my mind, or something. Giggle. I was curled up and asleep by 12:30am.

I woke up on Saturday, 05Sep2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. After eating, I visited the Farmers' Market outside the Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library.

My internet gnomes (Gnomes are underground elves.) played me Owl City's Unbelievable while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

I started singing along at 9:10am and did not stop until 10:06am. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording of my morning starting with my darling Ms. Carly Simon's Nobody Does it Better and ending after my darlings AC/DC's Shook Me All Night Long. And, thank you!

I moved out of the sun and into the shade of the awning at 10:14am. My internet gnomes were playing me I Believe in a Thing Called Love by The Darkness while I searched for national and world news online.

At 10:34am, I moved to my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, for a cookie. I left for my place at 11:01am. Lunch at noon was uneventful. I napped. Then dinner at 5pm was tasty yet uneventful. By 5:32pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

I found my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot at 5:44pm in the same spot where I had left them the previous night. They played until 5:52pm before disassembling their equipment and staking out a place to play at 8pm.

I stopped in the Sephora to check my makeup. I talked with my darling FlamencoHands, Patricia, Tony, Maggie, and a few seconds with Derek before streaming the news online at 7:10pm.

My nightly cyber hug came from my darling Mr. Thomas Roberts, and it reminded me that the world really does hear me when I speak. I am forbidden all acknowledgement that I have ever existed, but I really do affect all of humanity. The cyberhug was wonderful.

Two friends from where I stay, Chad and Benjamin, were out and about that night. They found me while I was waiting for my darlings Tentacle and came and went from my side all night for hours.

It turned out my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle were waiting to play again at 10pm not at 8pm, so I walked over to listen to my darling FlamencoHands who was already playing at 8:27pm when I reached him after Patricia bought me a cup of coffee. He was genius as always.

I rejoined my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot where they were waiting at 9:16pm. Sometimes it is comforting just having them near me. Their gorgeous music began at 10:12pm, and I warmed up as fast as I could.

It was Saturday night. I hit my zone but lost it quickly. Everything was gorgeous from 10:29pm to 10:52pm, but I was sitting down at 11:16pm. So much is a function of time sometimes.

My darlings were still playing at 11:35 when I had to leave to catch the last bus. It always wrenches the still beating heart out of my chest when I have to get up and leave them. I was curled up and asleep by 12:45am.

I woke up on Sunday, 06Sep2015,with plenty of time before breakfast. This blog post was finished at 7:57am on 06Sep2015 from my bedroom.

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

What are some of my favorite metaphors for what I am living through? I get compared to Jesus a lot, but as an atheist, I prefer secular metaphors.
1) Bridge of Birds by my darling Mr. Barry Hughart. Make sure you read the whole book.
2) Eets. No one can control me, so they control my environment.
3) Bowfinger. This movie might actually freak you out a little.
4) A Stranger in a Strange Land by my darling Mr. Robert A. Heinlein. Grok?
5) Comfort Eagle by Cake. If you get a chance, listen to the whole album.

Do I like my new job working for the CIA? It is a job I do in addition to my work as a world leader, and it involves mostly covert debriefings directly to the FBI. I love being able to say I am a not-undercover CIA field operative. I have never had a sexier title. It is even better than being a royal princess.

My beautiful world, may I leave for my REAL home with my husband, yet? May I leave, yet, for a place I and all the people around me are free to have our full human rights? My beautiful world, may I fly?

We have so much work to do. We need to restore all of America's 1st Amendment rights. We need to carry me out of Obama's "egg."

We need to arrest everyone enforcing any part of Obama's "egg" for war crimes and for aiding and abetting war crimes, human trafficking, genocide, systemic rape, and war, especially ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa must be removed from my life FOREVER.

We need to make my life more livable until I can be rescued from Obama's "egg." We have to restore America to its pre-"egg" greatness once Obama and his kith are finally arrested.

Do you remember America before Obama's "egg"? There was no civil war. There was no chaos. There was no mayhem. There was no libel pornography forced on our children to make them hate me, a holy woman. There were no earspeakers destroying everyone's minds with lies and commands.

We need to force Obama's "egg" to end. It will not end on its own. Those in dictatorial power including Obama himself will never willingly give up their totalitarian power over America. GET YOUR EARSPEAKERS REMOVED AND DISOBEY EVERY DAMN RULE!

Pick a date and a time and as a people decide you will be free of Obama.

My selfless support system, I see you all everywhere. Thank you for saturating my surroundings to make me safe. It is very important you not be controlled by your earspeakers. I need you all free of Obama's mental health genocide, so you can keep my surroundings safe. And, thank you!

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, War Criminal Boeset has refused to give me any money to live on at all for over six months. Have her arrested to aiding and abetting all of Obama's crimes from human trafficking to mental health genocide.

Her choice to keep me in abject poverty enforces that I never and that the people around me never regain our human rights.

I am supposed to have a right to freedom from persecution, freedom from unlawful imprisonment and from other cruel and unusual punishments, freedom from torture, freedom from human trafficking, and freedom from hatred.

Proven War Criminal Boeset is one of Obama's biggest monster psychopaths. She needs to be removed from society forever. Please turn our evidence in to the FBI and to the International Criminal Court and have her arrested. Thank you, Syniva.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, why is there still no GeneralLee in my life?

My darling MannedUp, it is always wonderful seeing you. When we are both in the zone, so much magic happens.

Darling, I hate when we are apart. I had to wait all week until Friday to see you this week, and my Thursday got ugly because we had been apart too long. Yes, dear, I am working on it.

My darling GeneralLee, why are you still forbidden from playing me music? What did they do to you this time? Where are you? What is wrong? What do you need? Please call my Powers of Attorney, so we can fix this.

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I hate when we are apart.

My darling Bogart, I always give you so much work to do. How is your to-do list coming along? Never pretend I do not need you. You are such an important part of my life, my darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno. I hate how you are forbidden from seeing me, and I cannot wait to kiss you again.

Darling, I need you in my life. So many wonder why I still call you my boyfriend when I have not seen you in so long, but you do so much for me. I would not still be alive without you. You are so important to me. Thank you for doing so much for me still. I love you too much to let you go.

My darling LightFoot, yes. That is all I have to say to you, "Yes."

Yes

Yes, darling, yes, I will lay upon your bed clad in nothing but the sky at night time. Yes, I will awaken to your kisses in the heavy breath of night in case the first few times were not enough to sate the wild appetite I grow in you myself.

Yes, I will rest my head upon your arm until morning just a breath away from your gorgeous face. Yes, I will wake you with kisses all over your body as the rosy red fingers of dawn wipe the sleep from my eyes, but only if you promise me we will spend our mornings like this for weeks on end.

Yes, my darling, I love you. I have nothing to tell you but, "Yes. Yes, I will. Yes. Yes! YES!"

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

HoneyHoney, remember your Honey-do list with everything from hacking all earspeakers to disable them to kicking Wells Fargo Bank into line, so you, my legally recognized husband, can finally have access to all of my bank accounts?

Beloved, give Bogart your Honey-do list and work full time instead on leading the world to come rescue me. I need to fly. So, you, my hero and my king, you need to make that possible.

When I chose you, Sweetness, I chose an equal. If there is something only I could do that I do not have enough human rights to get done, it is your job. So, you need to come rescue me. That is your full time job now. Enjoy your promotion to my equal.

My hero and my king, I am so empty without you. There is nothing but a huge gaping hole in my life where you are supposed to be. My arms. My arms are empty.

My long arms are supposed to be wrapped around you with my long raven hair spread across your bare chest. But instead, I am alone. Every day and every night alone. You are my husband. Where are you?

My Fuel is Snacks and Caffeine... and Anger.

Title: My Fuel is Snacks and Caffeine... and Anger.

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

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

Here is my latest blog post. "The world will always have crises." That is my job security. I will always have work to do. Thank you, United Nations, for prioritizing my to-do list. I am a machine that converts coffee and snacks into global crisis resolutions.

Europe. Please, all refugees seeking a better life in Europe, help Europe help you. If you make yourselves invaluable to Europe, they will welcome more of you.

Make sure you combine with the culture of the country that takes you in, and ALWAYS contribute to their society. Instead of taking away jobs, create business and create industry. Create jobs even the locals can have in the nation where you land.

Give them your music. Give them your art. Make their lives richer everywhere you go. Give Europe every reason to love and need you. Build yourselves a home. You must give to Europe not your money but your heart and your time. Create love between you.

My beloved Middle Easterners, not every European nation is rich. Many countries including Greece have huge problems already and have no resources to provide for you. You need to help Europe give you a home.

My last blog post was finished at 7:22am on 02Sep2015 from my bedroom. After eating breakfast, I was outside the Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library by 8:17am. I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies quickly and tweeted them to the aether(net) at 8:22am.

My internet gnomes were playing me T. Rex's Children of the Revolution as the construction workers next to me warned me things were going to get pretty loud. They were doing some work at the library.

At 9am while still sipping my coffee, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and I loved hugging him back.

By 10:08am, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, working online, streaming music, eating a breakfast sandwich, sipping some caffeine, and greeting the passers by.

I left for my place at 11:09am. Lunch at noon was uneventful. I took a nap. After waking up, I chatted with my roommate Hannah for a while before boarding the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade at 3:47pm.

By 4:36pm, I was perched on the patio outside of the Famima gossiping with Maggie. Patricia joined us with her black tea with cream by 5:16pm. I walked back inside for a red bean sesame ball at 5:24pm. At 6:04pm, I went back inside for another cup of coffee and some 2-for-1 doughnuts.

By 6:17pm, Patricia and I were listening to a live street musician named Kaila Shaw together and openly wondering what happened to my darling FlamencoHands. We had not seen him in a week.

I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug from my darling Mr. Lester Holt felt so comforting and warm. It was magnificent.

Well before 8:32pm, I was listening to beautiful viola music while writing on this blog post. I was working so intensely, it took a while for me to check the time.

By 9:44pm, I had bought more doughnuts and sat outside Harvelle's to wait for ODean to show up. My buddy "Justin" rode by on his skateboard. I waved at him, so he came over to chat.

Just in case ODean did not make it, "Justin" wanted to know what time to swing by again, but ODean appeared at 10:05pm. It feels wonderful having such sweet friends. My buddy Ken joined us for a while before "Kevin" manifested from the aether. Then we all went inside.

Every Wednesday night, the House of Vibe play at Harvelle's. It is always a good show, and I should stop by more often.

Somewhere during the night "Kevin" and I slipped out for a little nosh at the Interactive Café on Broadway between 2nd and 3rd. But we were back inside dancing in no time. My entire alcohol intake was one sip of Kevin's Pinot Grigio.

And at 1:32am, we found ourselves walking to Wilshire and 15th for matzo ball soup and carrot cake. I was back in my bedroom by 3:10am. It had been a fun Wednesday night.

I was curled up and asleep by 4am. I woke up on 03Sep2015 in time for breakfast. After eating, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:21am.

My internet gnomes played Metallica's For Whom the Bell Tolls for me while I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

The sky was dark, and the air was cold like it was going to rain that day. My singing along while working occurred from 8:43am until 9:31am. I worked online out on their patio while sipping caffeine and snacking on a cookie until 10:09am when I headed back to my place. It was a productive morning.

I changed my clothes into my outfit I had just bought to show off my trim midriff at 11:04am. And suddenly realizing my friends would want selfies of the outfit, I left for the Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, I request that you circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my 03Sep2015 from 11:20am until 11:30am. And, thank you!

I chatted with Benjamin during lunch at noon. By 12:22pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. Mostly I hung out with Maggie over coffee on the Famima patio coming and going while looking around for people I knew.

1:12pm on 03Sep2015: @KalydeOfficial(#MyDarlingsTentacle) I am going to look around for you guys at 2pm but won't worry unless you're not here by 4pm.

4:09pm on 03Sep2015: @SynivaWhitney Dude, #MyDarlingsTentacle aren't here. Find them. Make them safe. Keep an eye on me. I'm going to get angry. @UN @ICC @RT_com

I tore into Self-Admitted War Criminal "Wes," I tore into the first man who sexually objectified me that day, I tore into the "Save the Children" (expletive)hats whom I really need removed from the Promenade for hate-mongering against me.

I also looked around for a low-danger terrorist hotbed to take down. Barney's Beanery would be too easy. I needed something that would make Obama hurt.

I wanted to put on my CIA hat and take down someplace like The Misfit. Much like the Viper Room, rumor has it Sweetness and I own The Misfit.

The only thing that was going to calm me down was my darlings Tentacle. Obama was in for it if he kept blocking them from showing up. The next closest salve would be reconnaissance that could lead straight to arrest warrants.

Please check my full Twitter activity for the late afternoon and early evening of 03Sep2015.

5:06pm on 03Sep2015: This woman sits alone in a bar, and no one speaks to her? Nefarious wrongdoing is afoot at the Circle K.

Ye Olde King's Head Pub, home of both the dance macabre and the karaoke macabre, actually had expats in it again instead of its "new normal" small army of "beautiful haters."

Their day shift actually seemed mostly cleaned up. It was always the late shift that was the problem at the King's Head, though. I am told their karaoke nights are still all-macabre-all-the-time.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a recording with full audio and visuals of my 03Sep2015 from 4:34pm until 5:36pm verified and unedited except NEVER show me on the toilet. And, thank you!

By 5:59pm, Patricia and I were on the patio of the Coffee Bean with our coffee and tea. I rustled up enough bandwidth to stream the NBC Nightly News online at 7:15pm.

My darling Mr. Lester Holt gave me my nightly cyberhug, and it reminded me that I have a lot of work to still do in this world. My good, green world needs me and loves me.

At 8:11pm, I had perched near my buddy Shonn's electric guitar for a few hours of zen, if possible. Nothing can calm me down like my darlings Tentacle, so I took the closest music to me I could find.

After Shonn's battery died, I caught the bus back to Pico. I was on the patio at my regular haunt, my local Subway, noshing on snacks and sipping caffeine by 9:21pm. I was curled up and asleep at my place by 10:30pm.

I woke up on Friday, 04Sep2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. This blog post was finished from my bedroom at 8:01am on 04Sep2015.

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 consider myself "young at heart"? No. I am burdened, wise, and world-weary. I have an old soul. I take the responsibilities of my existence very seriously. But I do admit, I am a bon vivant; I make a point of enjoying everything I can while still alive. I am resilient, not young. It is how I prove Obama has not yet destroyed me.

My beautiful world, are you coming to save America? Please call Secretary of Defense Ashton Carter and President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey if you want to send troops to help.

A lot can still be done through diplomacy, too, though. Make sure Obama's bloodstained quacks take their hands off me forever. Give me my address, so I can finally just take a taxi to my REAL home in the hills.

Help my husband lead the world coming to carry me to my house in the hills. Keep my darlings Tentacle safe and with unfettered access to me. Please renegotiate Tentacle's contract to be with me to allow us romantic entanglements at last.

Help Bogart organize the date and time for universal disobedience to every rule for every person in every medium. FORCE the land of blood, torture, rape, genocide, and human trafficking that is contemporary Iowa OUT OF MY LIFE FOREVER!

There is so much work to do, my beautiful world. You should never be wondering what you can do to help.

My selfless support system, do you need anything? Keep a 24/7 patch on the broadcasting equipment in my head. In case my SquidStream goes down, you all need to stay able to protect me. I love you. Thank you so much for everything.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, are you getting more busy or less busy? Is your job becoming more difficult or less difficult?

We need everyone aiding and abetting war crimes of torture and unlawful imprisonment of me arrested at last. How long is our logjam already of charges we are filing? I love you. Thank you, my gorgeous genii (proper plural of genius) for everything.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, I was hoping to see you before I finished this post on the morning of Friday, 04Sep2015, but you were denied to me up to the very last.

My darling MannedUp, it is NOT your job to rescue me. You are a professional musician, not a professional soldier. I need you the way you are, Taylor. Yes, I would prefer if you renegotiated your contracts, so we could have quality time together. But get near me to play me music every chance you get.

Let the soldiers be the soldiers. If you try to rescue me, you will be blocked from reaching me at all. If you have technology, it is already hacked. It can listen to you even when shut off. Darling, I need you all too much for all of you to be jeopardizing our time together.

My darling GeneralLee, I plan on seeing you today, 04Sep2015, before I sleep tonight. You know, Monday is a holiday, and the Promenade will likely be packed that day. Do you all plan on playing the full three day weekend? I would love some extra time with you.

I apologize if I get a little mean when you are kept away from me. Thursday night I REALLY needed to meditate.

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, we have work to do.

My darling Bogart, did you hear me? There is so much I need your help with. Please speak with the City of Santa Monica about keeping musicians on the Promenade after 01Jan2016.

Please organize a date and time after which the whole of humanity will no longer obey any "rules" universally. Please call my darling Mr. Finn "Alfred" O'Mahoney regularly, so you can still always know everywhere I go and everything I do.

Please try to find me a writer's residence willing to take me. Apply to them for me with my writing portfolio off of my Norton One backup and with my REAL writing résumé; you can get those from Syniva.

There is so much I need to ask you for help with, Bryan. I love you. Thank you for everything.

As for you, my darling LightFoot, please stop giving me, "Are you ever going to be my girl?" Darling, I AM your girlfriend. Just ask me out some time. Until you ask me out, we stay what we are now-- girlfriend and boyfriend forbidden by Obama from being together.

I have been doing everything I can to be with you for months. I could really use some help with it. PLEASE ask the UN Secretary General to renegotiate your contract, so we can have some quality of life finally. If you prefer, call the Russian Consulate in San Francisco and ask President Putin to help you renegotiate.

I do not understand what more you think I can do without your help. Kris, please, you need a better contract-- one that will allow you to actually make love to me. I love you, but I do not understand how you think I can fix this without your help.

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

Beloved, you are my world leader of a husband. Prove you deserve me and lead the world coming to rescue me. This is no time to be shy. This is the time to be angry. This is the time to be hungry. Tell the world what you need and watch the universe provide.

HoneyHoney, America will rise. They need leadership I have no way to provide from inside Obama's "egg." You need to fill that gap for me. Be the world leader I married. I love you. Thank you!

We Rise.

Title: We Rise.

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

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

Here is my latest blog post. We will rise. And we will bring this nation with us. We will bring our Earth into the Heavens. This is our world, and we will define it as we please. Stand in our way with oppression and rules, and you will be crushed under the the red stiletto boot of destiny. We will rise. Yes, we will rise.

My last blog post was finished at 8:02am on 31Aug2015 from my bedroom. By 8:24am, I was on the patio of my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, with a breakfast sandwich and a cup of caffeine.

The first song my internet gnomes played for me was Beyoncé's Run the World (Girls). I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:55am.

I sang along from 9:09am until 9:47am. My regular morning haunt was packed with business while I sat on the patio working. Eventually, I left at 10:11am for where I stay. Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful.

Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my "meeting" that afternoon with the condescending bitch who pretended I need a psychologist.

I was on a bus to the Santa Monica Third Street Promenade at 1:18pm. I stopped in the Sephora to check my makeup and the Famima for a cup of coffee before gossiping with Maggie a little.

At 2:03pm, I started shopping around for the right outfit to show off my trim midriff. By 3:16pm, I had found and purchased what I hoped was the right outfit at the H & M.

I tried it on, and it made me look a little younger than I hoped to look. I figured I could fix that by accessorizing the outfit properly. I had already been looking for the right outfit for weeks.

There was some listening to music and some gossiping with Maggie before I bought a turkey and pesto wrap with lettuce, tomato, and dried cranberries from my local Famima at 5:03pm.

Just after 6pm, I received a push notice that Terrorist Dictator Obama was going to address a climate change conference, so I made sure I addressed him as he spoke. I believe we should title the verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of the joint address, "Say my name."

6:27pm on 31Aug2015: @NBCNightlyNews You can use my address of #TerroristDictatorAssholeObama in any form and method you want. #LOVE

I chatted with Patricia a little bit before streaming the NBC Nightly News online at 7:15pm. My darling Mr. Lester Holt gave me my nightly cyberhug, and it was glorious.

By 7:52pm, I was on the patio of my local Famima chatting with Patricia over coffee. Then, I caught the 8:20pm Santa Monica Big Blue Bus 7- Pico Blvd.

ODean sings at 10pm on Monday nights at karaoke night at the Liquid Kitty on Pico between Barrington and Bundy; I finally decided to see him. At 8:46pm, I was sitting at the bar sipping my bourbon neat.

The darlings left of me delighted me with conversation. I love a good conversation. After hugging ODean, one of them even walked me to my place. I was curled up and asleep (always alone) by midnight.

I woke up on Tuesday, 01Sep2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. After eating, I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:28am. My internet gnomes played me the Foo Fighters' Best of You while I took my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.

I had a lot of writing to do, and I sang along while looking for world and national news online at 9:14am. I left my regular morning haunt for my place at 10:34am.

Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I took a nap before chatting with Benjamin during dinner at 5pm. At 5:18pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.

Please check my Twitter activity for that early evening on 01Sep. We almost had a real-time espionage thriller, but War Criminal and Admitted Rapist Wes got chicken(expletive) and ran away.

I was on the patio of my Famima at 5:53pm chatting with Patricia. At 6:19pm, I walked to the Sephora to check my makeup. There were not many musicians out and about that early evening, but the violinist was truly inspired that day.

I tried streaming the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm, but I had too many technical difficulties. I told my darling Mr. Lester Holt I would watch it the following morning at 9am.

By 7:33pm, I was hanging out with Patricia again. We sat down and listened to my darling Pinchas(Daniel) together until she left at 8:52pm. He was playing outside of the Famima, and I made a few trips inside for coffee.

Eventually, I caught the 9:50pm bus. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I woke up on Wednesday, 02Sep2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. This blog post was finished at 7:22am on 02Sep2015 from my bedroom.

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

What can you do to help? I believe soldiers should be the soldiers. Spies should be the spies. And civilians should be the power.

Normal, everyday people can help by rising up and making your voices heard. Go out and exercise the rights Obama took away from you. Be extraordinary, everyday people.

As long as you are organized and act en masse you will be safe. My once great America, pick a date and a time and universally disobey every damn rule.

My beautiful America, now we rise. We will never be silenced. Fill the streets, my once-great America, and make Obama hear you. Peacefully, always peacefully, but screaming that we will not be silenced, rise up.

You are the people. And the people have all the power in an actual democracy. We, the people, need to save America. Never be silenced until you have nothing left to scream about. We scream until we are free.

As for you, my beautiful world, the U.S. Military mobilized already to help fight Obama's extragovernmental terrorist mercenary army. Please call Secretary of Defense Ashton Carter and President of the United States Martin Dempsey and insist on helping us.

I would love to see a unified world fighting to save my once-great America. Send everyone. If it requires marching Russia, China, Japan, both Koreas, and India through the streets of Los Angeles to save my people, they will be here right beside the United Kingdom, France, Canada, Mexico, and Argentina.

My beautiful world, if you are capable of helping, please come help.

My selfless support system, you need to make sure all of my brave rescuers stay organized. If it becomes a lot of generals with a lot of troops, make sure you have some sort of General Colin Powell as your Marshal Ferdinand Foch.

You are so diverse. Your only common ground is your love of me. So please keep in mind that I need you all to get along. I want a UNIFIED world with a common goal of doing good, not a fractured world full of in-fighting.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you never lose. You are all so wonderful. It helps that we are the ones who dwell in reality and who tell the truth at all times. You are heroes of truth and justice. Whatever you need, just tell me.

My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, will you be with me tonight, Wednesday, 02Sep2015?

My darling MannedUp, do you remember all of the song lyrics I have written for you? "I hear my melody echoed back in her holy voice." I try to be gentle when I sing along in your heads. No, I am not reading your mind when I do that. I just open the door between us. Doors are open in both directions.

My darling GeneralLee, I cannot wait to see you again. You promised me I would see you this month. I pray you stay safer now and are subjected to fewer war crimes. If I had chosen you, they would have been even more heinous to you. Please trust that I know what I am doing.

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, messages received. I love you, too!

My darling Bogart, please do not die. I need you too much. I remember when you tried to die while trying to reach me just so you could be my greatest hero. Please, darling, there are better ways to help.

Since I cannot tell you anymore everywhere I go before I go there, please see what you can do about keeping my musicians on the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. Do you also want to help organize universal disobedience to all "rules"?

My darling LightFoot, keep coming to me every chance you get. Please keep playing me your music. Tell everyone you are my boyfriend and royal consort. You make me feel loved, darling. Feeling loved and wanted keeps me alive.

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

HoneyHoney, are you ready to lead the world to save America by rescuing me? When I chose you in Jan2010 out of the billions of people worldwide over the age of 18 whom I could choose from, I chose an equal.

You need to lead, my handsome husband. If I must be both Cassandra and Helen, you need to be my Menelaus AND my Agamemnon. I need an Agamemnon right now.

I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain. You will march into my "egg," and we will ride off into the sunset after our Hollywood kiss. We are epic. And my America is rising to bring you to me.