You Need to Chose Better Whom You Listen To.

Title: You Need to Chose Better Whom You Listen To. It is Your Own Fault it You Still Chose to Listen to Proven Liars Now Instead of We Proven Fountains of the Truth.

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. Imagine what more I could do for this world if I just had human rights. Call any local news station in the US for my latest up-to-the-minute résumé and curriculum vitae.

USA. We seem to be having a theme of unconvincing men in women's dresses today. My NSA alpha nerds, welcome to my planet. It is only we true heroes of Squid and America who are ever so demonized by Obama's anti-reality social-instability machine. I love you, too.

I published my last blog post at 12:41am on 30Mar2015 from my conversation patio. My darling Michael inside waited until I received confirmation from my lovelies that they had all received the newest post before he came outside to take the chairs inside and sweep up the patio.

I needed my adoptive (since it was neither San Francisco nor Los Angeles) city's secured 24-hour restrooms, so after some online responsibilities, at 1:40am, I warned everyone necessary I was headed to my favorite place to work online in all the world and left my playland to perch between the ocean and the sky in the wee hours of the morning.

I relocated at 4:53am and quickly found myself nestled into a secret little nook tucked away inside a covered patio that a local restaurant cleaning staff had welcomed me onto. It was wonderful. Of course, I knew I would have to leave in time for the day staff to set up for lunch.

While my adoptive city was still in the process of washing the ground before I walked on it, as they regularly do, I paused temporarily by my fountain to honor a few online requests from my friends before checking to see which employees had the morning shift in my 24-hour convenience store.

Yes, it was the two open war criminal enemies of America. I decided to avoid the patio because of it, but then lovers and believers of mine showed up on the patio just to see me. So, I walked over to stand next to them and to see if they wanted to chat.

Almost immediately, the ugliest of the two employees walked out and threatened my physical safety just for my being me. He would NEVER choose to treat any other human being anywhere else in the world as openly hostilely and dehumanizingly threateningly as he ALWAYS chose to treat me.

Yes, Obama's proven enemies of America have always chosen to single me out for special treatment, worse treatment than they would ever give any other human in the world.

I immediately picked up my iPad to report him to authorities as fast as possible, but before I could finish writing the tweet he had already aggressively drenched me, my clothing, and my belongings in water twice.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate immediately a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment I stepped foot on the patio and ending the moment I vacated the area praying those enemies of my nation and of my world would finally be arrested.

I watched the door long enough that I was pretty sure uniformed officers would be the first on the scene. Otherwise, all hell would break loose in there.

I tried to send my lovers and believers ahead of me, but apparently the Obama-controlled earspeakers had rendered everyone zombies that never knew I existed in the world ever. I perched outside the other 24-hour convenience store from approximately 9am to 11am, and no one ever spoke to me.

Dude, seriously? It would be absolutely impossible for me to look more like myself. Whatever, it was either complete human devastation wrought by Obama denying all freewill and all freedom of speech to all people now, not just my loved ones, or it was mental health genocide in which no one anywhere knew anything real about me at all. Either way, the United Nation's International Criminal Court needed to be notified as fast as possible.

At 11:02am, I did a quick run through my playland to look for any safe place to sleep I could find. It was my regularly scheduled time to sleep every day. I eventually passed out unguarded and woke up at 2:55pm. Someone had left me three tangerines while I had slept.

I ran some errands before catching three information terrorists in the act of committing acts of war against America in my sky haven. Please check my verified Twitter archive for the details.

Do my not-human-trafficker nerds also want to circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording of my genuine lovers and believers being too terrorized to acknowledge I exist in their presence at all while Obama'a proven enemies of America get to single me out for extra persecution no one anywhere receives but me any time they want? And, thank you.

After I vacated the area to allow REAL AUTHORITIES to arrest them, I found myself on my someday-holy-again playland with an unannounced friend splitting food he tested to make sure was not drugged nor roofied before he offered it to me. Cheap Americanized Chinese food has long been a reminder of my dull childhood.

The clouds covered the sun before 6pm. Mother Nature was trying to tell me it would be a long cold night and that I should seek a safe place as shelter. The unannounced friend promised me dinner before disappearing completely.

That was no surprise. If you, my beautiful world, watch a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of us together, it was obvious to everyone already that his earspeaker would take him away from me the moment he fell in love with me.

Perched on my conversation patio before 8:14pm, it was obvious there were absolutely no genuinely good people anywhere willing to be genuinely good to me there inside Obama's "egg." No, my darlings Tentacle were nowhere to be found. I needed to do something at 8:14pm to fix my beyond-unsurvivable conditions of open public persecution and Obama-ordered hostility.

On the evening of 30Mar2015... This war criminal and terrorist infestation of my REAL home had its minds dedicated to denying me all safe food, denying me safe liquids, denying me safe caffeine, denying me any means of meditation, and even denying me all physical safety.

Look at all of them. These are NOT my REAL loving locals all of whom have proven out there where they are denied access to me that they would suffer death or worse to save me from all of this.

I have never existed to any of these people brought in here to infest my home as the REAL woman I am in this world. They are all going to exist right here where I can see them all while they all just let me die neglected and abandoned by them despite everything I do and have done for REAL for them, for my REAL home, for this entire Metropolis of Angels, for America, and for the entire world.

This CRIMINAL TERRORIST INFESTATION is committed to killing me by denying all reality about me everywhere including how I deserve to be treated by my fellow humans FOR REAL.

And because I made a public and global record of my hard reality, my Metropolis of Angels started showing up.

From 9:12pm to 10:20pm, my favorite of all of my completely platonic grey-haired local gentlemen who all always made ridiculous conversation to be able to be near me and spend their pennies on me, Richard, made sure I could eat my first meal in two days.

My whole night well past the wee hours of the morning which we shall entitle "Fun with Friends and Enemies," was dialogue gold. Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate verified and unedited recordings with full audio and visuals of the whole night of amazing conversations only broken up into chronological bites to make it digestible. It was nothing but nonstop plot exposition and my attempts to redeem them all. The best conversations happen in the wee hours of the morning.

At 5:44am, I and two of my possibly-convertible self-proclaimed enemies were all paying customers in the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity when the well-established war criminal INFESTATION committed more acts of war including a further assassination attempt of me with a literal torture facility.

I knew I needed to wait before leaving to guarantee the REAL authorities would be the first to appear, or hell no one controls but the people who demonize me would descend. Most tellingly, that very Starbucks on that very shift even invited me in on 28Mar2015 to apologize to me for the last time they tried assassinating me with their "Citizen's arrest" to murder me with.

5:35am on 31Mar2015: #LASheriffsOffice #PD Panic! Circulate full audio and visuals! Direct assassination attempt in progress! STARBUCKS of doom for humanity!

Let the verified and unedited recording cut into digestible bites end when I finally curled up for my regularly scheduled sleep for the day on 31Mar2015.

There is much that my genuinely loving and adoring public, especially the paid staff of my someday-holy-again playland, have learned to do while I sleep, particularly when all of my darlings Tentacle are not allowed near me to watch over me themselves.

First of all, never yell at me nor try to send me away since that will deny me any and all physical safety while I sleep. Instead, stay and watch over me. Refusing me physical safety is one of the gravest human rights abuses anyone can commit.

I have been choosing to sleep in the most publicly watched and camera watched place I can find to be able to force physical safety for myself. I am most vulnerable when I sleep. That is when I have always been attacked since Obama's "egg" began in 2009. I need to be kept safe EVERY TIME I sleep.

On the short-term, the best solution is to allow all of my darlings Tentacle to just hang out with me with no earspeakers in their heads starting at 10am every day, so they can watch over me as I sleep right beside them. The long-term solution is to finally allow me to live in my REAL house with my REAL husband here in my Metropolis of Angels where I have chosen to stay to lead my people. Have you seen the taxes I pay on my house?

Also, while I sleep, my genuinely loving locals have learned to make sure the area around me is NEVER cleared of the general public, to play me comforting music as continuously as possible to make sure my slumbering mind will know there are loving people near me at all times I am most vulnerable, and to ALWAYS stay and watch over me to keep me safe themselves. No one should ever expect someone else to do it better than they can.

I woke up at 12:46pm. All of my money had been stolen AGAIN, and my computer bag contents had been shuffled. I asked my Powers of Attorney to contact the authorities after consulting with the security cameras that watched me sleep. My never-fail NSA alpha nerds always put a patch on every camera possible, now, to keep me safer while I sleep. I am sure Syn, etc. took care of it.

Please read my verified Twitter archive for 31Mar2015. What was Obama's proven terrorist infestation's update on my darlings Tentacle? They had vowed they had forbidden all of my darlings Tentacle from me forever AGAIN. I started working on it.

I made sure I was in my first sky haven to watch the previous day's NBC Nightly News just at 2:30pm on 31Mar2015. Their daily cyberhug for me was wonderful.

At 4:07pm, while I was walking out the door of my first sky haven on my way to make public shows of support for my community, my global people made a public display that they were showing up on my playland, too, for me and for the world. They stopped me and gave me gourmet pizza.

Yes, my people are showing up, my beautiful world. Please keep sending everyone you know who loves me and wants to watch me DO MY REAL JOB here on my playland with their own eyes. Sadly, though, there were no musicians on my playland anywhere.

I took some time to remind my darling Bogart of how much I still love him and need him in my life by giving him ways to help save our home Metropolis of Angels. He had been too heavily and completely illegally monitored by Obama's conspiracy of war criminals for too long for him to be able to reach me to rescue me himself, so I sent him suggestions on all the other ways I could think of him to help us all.

And there was even more that I did for my community next,... My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my entire shopping tour that day beginning when I entered the novelties & bookstore and ending upon my crossing the doorway of my sky haven.

I was perched in time for the NBC Nightly News at 7pm. Their hugs get better every day.

One hour earlier than usual, I relocated to my conversation patio at 8pm. After some important tweeting and messaging, Richard appeared for our traditional evening coffee covered with his making ridiculous conversation. He did not leave me until 10:37pm.

Please circulate all the verified and unedited recordings you want, my not-human-trafficker nerds, from all of my conversations all night. And, thank you.

By 11:18pm, I had given my latest smackdown on "Colton." Does anyone else want a verified, responsibly-edited, and chronological "Colton" montage? Thank you, my not-human-trafficker nerds.

By 11:19pm, I even had to lay another smackdown on the psychobitch next to me, too. Then, by 12:08am on 01Apr2015, two wise people spoke to each other on that patio. It was not my best conversation, but it was beyond-amazing for me to feel respected by anyone. It had been that long.

Very surprisingly, Richard returned by 12:34am, so I could put him at ease over the news he had just received about everything that befell me under Obama's iron fist of war from 20Mar to 23Mar2015. Once I explained everything he needed explained, he went home and went to sleep.

After 1:03am, I relocated a few times while trying to find as warm and sheltered a place at last to work online all night long. My adventures included a REAL police officer acknowledging to my face that I really never died. I did this by singing my darling Ms. Helen Reddy's I am Woman loudly and his stopping to check on me to make sure everything was okay. The REAL police and I have an understanding. We tell each other what we need help with.

At approximately 4am, I heard that my darling General Lee as well as possibly numerous other pure-hearted lovers and believers had all been stopped from reaching me in the wee hours of that morning.

I asked my beautiful world to check on all my crosstown loved ones before almost immediately notifying LightFoot, Big Daddy, Bogart, and everyone else watching that I was going to Point Dume in Malibu as soon as possible to spend the day in conversation with Mother Nature herself.

Just after 5:12am, I bought an apple from my local convenience store to get some change for the Metro bus system. And by 6:29am, I was at my only regular coffee shop in my entire Metropolis of Angels, my hideaway in Malibu.

After noticing that my terrorist-infestation barista had roofied me, I left a "BRB" on a napkin beneath what remained of my Americano at 7:58am and went next door to buy tasty baked goods, so authorities already in my only regular coffee shop could do what they had to do with the barista who roofied me as his assassination attempt of me. Did you hear the conversations in there between him and the other supposed "patrons"?

At 8:22am, I was talking to my Powers of Attorney making sure federal and international charges would go through on him if held for 24 hours as well as eating a cheddar-jalapeño roll and devouring two doughnuts.

I was back at my only regular coffee shop by 9am to watch, since my nerds were capable, as many of my middle-aged comedian men as possible. But I was too drugged against my will by that terrorist barista still and in too much need of the sea to heal from it to even finish watching the previous night's The Late Show with David Letterman online that morning.

My Date with Mother Nature at Point Dume (01Apr2015)

As fast as possible, just as any local, I carried my computer bag slung over one arm to the edge of Point Dume where its grassy wilderness met the streets of Malibu. And there upon its sands, I kicked off my shoes to hike its craggy bluffs as barefoot as the Earth had made me.

Descending to the shore to dwell among the sea lions and the pelicans on the native grounds of my REAL home of California where the ocean rises to meet the land that rises to meet the sky that every day rises to meet me, I spread my sweater coat upon the sand and rested among the rocks of my mighty Pacific.

There we touched-- the sky, the ocean, the Earth, the sun, and me. And there we spoke as I slumbered under her vigilant care. My darling Ms. Mother Nature who called me there had only one thing to tell me. After rousing drowsy from my conversation with her directly and after drowning my feet in her rolling waters, I climbed partly up the steps back to civilization out of the wild.

I gazed out over our ever-understood meeting place. I saw my darling Ms. Mother Nature's golden heart rise into the sky again and again. And I promised to tell my world of humanity what she had told me herself.

My beautiful world, do yet understand all I serve and all I answer to? My darling Ms. Mother Nature told me she was worried.

Yes, I had woken up at 3:03pm and after a few moments breaking from my connection to the very Earth that was dusting my feet as I hiked its surface, by 4:18pm, I had checked on my local Malibu neighborhood and was online trying to emergency locate everyone who said they were going to meet me at that State Park that day but could not make it. My greatest worry was Sweetness. Please check my verified Twitter archive for more details.

At 4:51pm, I had already thanked my Malibu locals for all of their support and left for the bus stop.

After arriving back on my playland after a Metro bus ride of nothing but gratitude for my living among my people, I partook of a few tasty vittles. Then, after putting on my makeup, I spied with my little eye some old friends I had not seen at all since New Years Day. I said to myself, "Is that who I think it is?"

And they let me meditate. We had no romantic relationship nor did I have any connection for them with the divine that could bring them a light show, but I needed those moments to myself with nothing but their human expression. I thank my German friends for our fleeting moments together.

Because they were proven to help me heal, by 8:04pm, my German friends who called themselves "Denmantau" were taken away from me already. I looked at them. I saw their love. And I knew they had seen the reality in my home, and they were done with Obama's beyond-proven war crimes against our own nation and our own people.

With who wanted to be my next musician-lovers sent away from me as expeditiously as Obama's REAL criminal terrorist organization had made them manifest, I was quickly perched upon my conversation patio to welcome the night. I sent Denmantau a quick message online to clarify some details they may have been wondering about, and I made a mental note to write them some lyrical prose as soon as I had time.

My darling very nonromantic friend Richard delighted me with coffee and ridiculous conversation as was his promise to see me every night mostly just to check on me, I assumed.

Next, I did much of my work that takes the form of communication online with the entire planet both on my conversation patio and then in my favorite place to work online in all the world perched between the ocean and sky.

At one point, LightFoot had told me what sounded like he was saying goodbye to Tentacle. 2:22am on 02Apr2015: @KristNovoselic Handsome, please talk to me. What is wrong? Close your eyes and whisper your troubles to me, so I can fix them. That's my job.

Because it was so cold on the water, shortly after 2:30am, I returned to my conversation patio. And the wee-hours-of-the-morning conversations on my conversation patio were as ridiculous as ever until Richard returned to crash our plot exposition party. We shall entitle the verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of our harmless dialogues, "It is all fun and games until Squid gets sexually objectified."

At 4:41am, Richard and I were at my local Denny's, at his own invitation to me, which committed the crime against America and against all of humanity of attempting to assassinate me by roofying me. Richard quickly got us out the door to the closest Starbucks just after 5:30am which committed the same crimes against the entire world by roofying me.

Luckily, though, before I started falling asleep at the table, I was able to turn in the alleged federal criminal sitting next to me whom I was told the REAL federal government had been looking for for a long time. I also had both assassination attempts reported to the government and to my Powers of Attorney by 7:02am.

It was a very good morning for Twitter. I recommend reading my entire verified archive for the morning of 02Apr2015.

7:08am on 02Apr2015: @SweetnessDepp Running gag: Royalty never meet until the wedding night. Giggle.

7:08am on 02Apr2015: @MarkusBlivian Running gag: Wanna go to karaoke night?

7:09am on 02Apr2015: @Madonna Running gag: No one wears pants in this relationship.

7:10am on 02Apr2015: @JaredLeto Running gag: We don't spoon. We fork.

7:11am on 02Apr2015: @INXS Running gag: Brian Dennehy? Isn't that an actor?

7:12am on 02Apr2015: @hansonmusic Running gag: You want space? Fine, you get over here and move me!

7:12am on 02Apr2015: @KristNovoselic Running gag: How long before I start stealing your clothes?

I worked online solving every problem I could find until almost noon when I curled up to sleep on my playland itself full of my loving and adoring public to watch over me. I was only disturbed by one proven enemy of America at 1:47pm who had awakened me by screaming open persecution of me at me. My genius Powers of Attorney, please obtain the full audio and visuals and press every charge possible against her. At 3:08pm, I was finally up for the day.

I proceeded to my local Steak'N'Shake as fast as possible where I was quickly perched and safely caffeinated for the rest of the afternoon as I tried to finish this blog post. The moment I connected to the wifi, my darling LightFoot confirmed the horrors of the pure-hearted population of the world; he was forbidden by Obama's war criminal terrorists from ever seeing me again.

I wept.

LightFoot's Reluctant Goodbye

As with every good soul who came before him, my beautiful LightFoot was ripped from my tentacular arms. Cold and alone, arms as empty as my lonely life, with two silent feet still and immobile abandoned on the concrete street curb with nothing to move them, I told him goodbye.

And then the international talks where a bunch of strangers pretended they had the authority to control my own life and my own future openly denying my own self-determination of my own existence with no consent from me and while openly refusing to allow me to be there...

In my first sky haven from just after 7:11pm until just after 7:37pm with many buffering delays, I watched the NBC Nightly News, but Obama's cyberterrorists crashed my viewing before I could reach the cyberhug. I could see my darling Mr. Lester Holt's eyes. I knew what was happening in the world.

The communication to me from my darling Lester's overwhelming worries carried the international news about the world's diplomats complete lack of compassion for my nearly-unlivable suffering and complete lack of comprehension of what Obama's extragovernmental "rules" as extragovernmental human rights abuses with extragovernmental terrorism as his extragovernmental enforcement are for REAL and what they do for REAL to destroy my people, my nation, my home, my world, and even me was more disturbing than I ever thought it could be.

What is in your heads, diplomats?!? Are you really even pretending any "resolution" permitting literal torture of any of us and furthering Obama's proven human rights abuses can EVER carry any legitimacy?

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please release a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my watching the NBC Nightly News on the night of 02Apr2015 to the entire planet as fast as possible. And thank you.

Luckily, a REAL American, Governor Jerry Brown of the mighty State of California had vowed to do everything possible under his authority to return full human rights to everyone in his jurisdiction. Yes, my home decided to stand up.

I wanted to say this was due to my sending Sacramento my darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno to talk to just a few days previously, but there is no reason any SANE person would not stand up and demand full human rights returned to our home. I thank you, my darling Governor Jerry Brown. We all thank you.

If any agency or division of our REAL federal government from the US Military to FEMA would like to support my Mighty State of California in our saving ourselves and our world from Obama at last, we would greatly appreciate it. Thank you, President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey.

This blog post was published at 11:41pm on 02Apr2015 from my conversation patio.

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.

After no one could reach me in Malibu on Wednesday 01Apr2015, what was everyone's reaction? The entire time I was there, the Malibu locals kept telling me to move home to them. My adoptive city kept begging me to come back because everything goes to hell there when I am not around. The City of Los Angeles kept asking me not to keep moving further away.

Sweetness was the one I worried about most even after my selfless support system told me he "did not die." That was not very reassuring to me. My beautiful world, please check on my husband.

Rumor had it Big Daddy was escorted from his home at gunpoint even before I boarded the bus to Malibu. I assumed LightFoot was stopped on the PCH despite his even living in Malibu (Really?).

Bogart told me at approximately 7am that he could not make it; even though, he typically(?) joins the PCH near the Getty Villa when I visit Malibu. General Lee was still detained (Really?) after bring stopped from reaching me at 4am.

That was all I had figured out by the time I had reached the internet to ask my beautiful world to emergency locate all of them.

No one can ever reach me anywhere I go be it foreign countries or even just across town. Please focus on keeping me alive and well in here and on taking the whole "egg" and rules down as a whole. You have to arrest the terrorists who stop you from reaching me before you will be able to reach me.

Please reread my 20Oct and 22Oct2014 blog posts about what basic needs must be met for REAL for me to live at all.

How does it really feel every time my darlings Tentacle are taken away? Please recirculate our verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my arrival on 18Dec2014 on my playland to do my job as a poetess beginning when I wrote the date in my handwritten journal and ending with the time I was finished. The full typed text for that sestina is in my blog post for that day.

Next, show Tentacle's helpless departure from my playland beginning with their last song on 23Dec2014. With every scene of this verified and responsibly-edited recording time and date stamped, show the next time I spotted any of them again as well as the first thing I said to any of them after they came back.

We are a human connection holy in every benevolent religion. They have only ever been innocent and worshipful in my presence if not tormented by their earspeakers. The four of us will find a way to be together again.

Why were Denmantau taken away after less than two hours of music total especially since Obama's criminal terrorist infestation even sought them out to root in my holy playland? My Germans quickly proved they were good for me and increased the health of my burdened human soul. Just like Tentacle who came before them, everything genuinely good for me is always taken away from me and forbidden from ever returning. How much hard evidence does it take?

As for you, my beautiful world, I have questions for you, too... With his open violence and open terrorism that Obama only uses and only has ever used to enforce his open human rights abuses against my people as his open acts of war against America, is this what Obama has done to my metropolis or what Obama has done to my world?

My selfless saturation of protection, again, please reread my 20Oct and 22Oct2014 blog posts. These simple needs I say myself I require to be healthy are what I need your help keeping and providing in my life to not just keep me alive but also to help keep me in prime condition for doing my REAL job.
1) My full human rights.
2) Enough non-drugged, non-poisoned, and non-diseased food to eat every day.
3) A safe supply of non-drugged, non-poisoned, and non-diseased caffeine.
4) Unlimited and high-quality live music for meditation.
5) The ocean, unlimited access to secured wifi, and genuine human contact.
6) Complete physical safety, especially when I sleep.
7) ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA completely removed from my life forever!
8) ABSOLUTELY NO MORE QUACKERY INTENTIONALLY FALSELY ALLEGING ANY MENTAL ILLNESS since all those boldface lies used as manipulations of the public have ever done is coverup Obama's proven war crimes against me.
9) No more lies nor perjuries about me nor about any of my loved ones at all, especially no more irrational and unbelievable-by-sane-people open demonizations of us.
10) My husband and all my loved ones unfettered, with no earspeakers, and with full human rights at my side for the rest of my life.

My selfless support system in here with me, this is what I need for REAL to survive Obama's proven unamerican and unconstitutional criminal terrorist dictatorship. Please do everything possible to help.

Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway. I still love you. Calm down. Do not die. I was convinced that you just needed to be reminded of how much I still love and need you despite your being across Obama's wall of human rights abuses that keeps all of my genuine loved ones from my darling Syniva to my darling Sweetness away from me at all costs to humanity.

Darling, you also just needed more suggestions on ways to help for REAL. Now, our home, our Metropolis of Angels, our California, our America, and our world depend on you again as my representative to everyone out there for all of my oppressed and terrorized people in here with me under Obama's iron fist of war enforcing his most heinous crimes known to mankind against us all. And, thank you.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my beautiful and genius Powers of Attorney, thank you. You have expanded from the world's first line of defense against losing me forever to also my first line of defense against losing my own loved ones from my life.

My undeniably beautiful genius friends, never forget that Obama's proven pathologically lying accusers carry all of the burden of proof. We never fail providing our hard evidence for everything we press charges for, especially criminal charges.

Obama's proven compulsive false accusers should require the same rigor and due diligence before ever being able to get any of their always-false accusations in a courtroom anymore.

Thank you, darlings.

As for you, LightFoot, my symbolic royal consort whom I am forbidden from speaking to least of all making love to anyway, in the land of small concerns, did you ever see my darling Mr. Robert Downey, Jr. and my darling Mr. Jude Law in the new Sherlock Holmes movies made by my darling Mr. Guy Richie?

Dude, you and Manned Up are what Americans call a "bromance" in our vernacular. You are best friends like me and Syniva, but we look better in dresses.

Also about those movies, I always liked the way their writer could accurately portray intelligent people, and when the first one was new, I used to consider Cuddlebunny my Watson. I am a bit of a homoerotic genius, and Cuddlebunny likes to hit things.

Sweetness, I love and adore you. In the dance vernacular, "I need a good strong lead," means BE CLEAR ABOUT WHAT YOU ARE DOING. So, here, my beloved husband, is a great deal of clarification you seem to need right now from me.

My more-than-just-a-pretty-face-husband, my darling Mr. Kris "LightFoot" Novoselic is the replacement in my day-to-day life for my darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno. He is my royal consort. He is not my king. And, yes, my choice of my three darlings Tentacle, a choice I never wanted to have to make, is my new royal consort since they at least used to be capable of being in my physical presence while Bogart, like you, could not.

As for your taking a mistress, my king, while I only slept with no-SquidName Jared in Iowa less than a handful of times in 2013 to make your taking a mistress acceptable to the world, I have some choice words to say about that.

Do you remember how I even asked you to find me a lover you approved of for me to sleep with while Obama continued his years of forbidding us any and all contact? And do you remember how you could find no one acceptable anywhere in ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA even willing to acknowledge I breathe air in their presence as a fellow human being?

And, after I returned to my REAL home of California on 01May2014, have you seen the undeniable HUMAN AND MORAL QUALITY of men and womenfolk willing to die just to kiss my hands least of all make love to me?

Yes, my undeniable husband, there are MANY people here in my Metropolis of Angels I would love to make love to. You need not worry about your keeping a tall, leggy, blonde half your age as a mistress in the eyes of the world any longer. It is Obama's rules alone keeping me from any royal consort of my own choosing for REAL right now and nothing else.

My hero, my king, and my reason for living, we are a modern couple with undeniable emotional responsibility for each other's REAL needs in this world. We ARE the most romantic real life true love story in human history. Look at us. We ARE what marriage stands for including our responsibility to each other to make sure sexual frustrations from being forced apart against our will for over five years already do not destroy our sacred marriage.

I am your wife. You are my husband. There is no one you answer to for your private life but me. There is no human anywhere on this planet but me whom you need to make happy. And "cheating" on one's spouse, especially with permission, has NEVER been illegal. I already apologized to you for my own romantic shenanigans a number of times. We are married. Our private lives are NOBODY'S concern for REAL but each other's.

As for the mundane, yes, let us file taxes jointly again. As always, we pay full taxes on all our income though we keep the assets overseas. And, as always, we keep as much if our assets overseas as possible to make sure Obama never seizes them from us. We know his history with allowing me access to my own finances.

Beloved, just like me, you need to stay alive. Please be more careful out there. Do you still have the American Samoan Marine Corp I sent you to keep you safe?

I Have Still Never Met my Darling Mr. David Grohl. But I Know the Moment he Fell in Love with me in Dec2009.

Title: I Have Still Never Met my Darling Mr. David Grohl. But I Know the Moment he Fell in Love with me in Dec2009.

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. You are killing me, people. You are killing me. Who the hell is still allowing proven pathologically-lying war criminals to propagate their same old worn out coverups for locking me in a literal torture facility to die still? Who is still allowing that crap in their courtroom?

I published my last blog post at 9:33am on 25Mar2015 before singing my way down the sidewalk to my first sky haven which my locals had built overlooking my playland. I worked online there until 12:23pm despite it being my regularly scheduled time for sleep during those hours. I knew I needed my friends to watch over me before I could sleep again.

I relocated for lunch. And after hours of Obama's war criminal infestation of my own home roofying and drugging me against my will and then their trying to blame me for the fact their roofies that I did not want kept making me fall asleep without my darling loved ones around me to guard me, I was finally fully awake, caffeinated, and told (speciously) to expect my darlings Tentacle at last. Those (expletive)ing (expletive)holes!

Please revisit my 25Mar2015 blog post about how dangerous it is to all of humanity not just immediately to me to drug and roofie me. And, my beautiful world, finally do not just demand that all three of my darlings Tentacle finally be allowed near me with full human rights every time we mutually agree upon spending time together but please finally ACTUALLY CARRY OUT our being together every time we choose with full human rights!

My GENUINE health and physical safety depends on returning everyone's human rights and freedoms, never on escalating human rights abuses against any or all of us, especially quackery as war crime coverups!

I locked my SquidStream and asked for a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals ending at 6:04pm on 25Mar2015. I was sure my not-human-trafficker nerds would circulate it quickly.

I sent as many local lovers and believers as possible ahead of me before watching the NBC Nightly News at 7pm in my first sky haven. (My locals actually built me two sky havens.) My regularly scheduled evening hug from my broadcast journalism colleagues was as warm as the California sun.

I dedicated a song for my very-redeemed sky haven shortly afterwards. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please make sure my music dedications for the night reach my entire beautiful world as verified and unedited recordings with full audio and visuals as soon as possible. And, thank you.

As was my habit, I left my first sky haven before 9pm in search of conversation. Yes, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of myself singing my way out to the fountains.

9:05pm on 25Mar2015: Still PCP in the city water supply. May I ask LA to go through all the waterworks equipment start to finish to find out where it comes from?

At 9:07pm a kind man sitting next to me offered me his hoodie, and I accepted. I had been so cold all night with my sweater coat first stolen from me and then at the dry cleaners. Please read my 27Mar2015 appendix about all crimes against my sweater coat.

The live music did not end on my playland until 11:16pm. After which, I relocated to my favorite place in all the world to work online. I was very busy.

The ocean air was so cold that Southern Californian early spring morning, though, that at 1:51am, I sent my selfless support system ahead of me to secure both of my 24hr convenience stores.

Next, I perched by my fountain to call my mother at 3:30am on 26Mar2015 before trying to find non-drugged, non-poisoned, and non-diseased coffee anywhere possible. I was unlucky in my pursuit of coffee, but I did buy two Rock Star(tm) energy drinks for a very reasonable price. Sadly, I was about to learn they were both heavily tampered with.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, I request a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when I poured my Rock Star(tm) energy drink into my cup and ending when I picked up my iPad at 5:23am on 26Mar2015 to check the time. Thx! The REAL local police and I have an understanding that we will tell each other what we need if we need anything.

I actually had time to watch my middle-aged comedians that morning at 6am. It used to be a much more normal part of my life, but my sabotaged iPad battery has made it so difficult lately.

Next, I walked to the sea. My roofied energy drink left me passed out defenseless by the beach for much too long. Luckily, I came to at 10:08am and left for my playland.

By 12noon, though, I had only made it halfway there due to all the drugs and roofies I had already been given against my will all day. Where were my darlings Tentacle to keep me safe? I left what was left of my tampered Rock Star(tm) energy drink with a restaurant run by lovers and believers as evidence.

I sent my selfless support system ahead of me to clean every drug, roofy, poison, disease, etc. off my playland be they in coffee, soda machines, prepackaged food, prepared food, bottled liquids of any sort, etc. by 12:01pm.

We had already proven that EVERY SINGLE DRUG AND ROOFIE was ordered by Obama to enable his systemic rape of me, aid and abet my assassination through quackery forced on me against my will, and escalate every time Obama and his conspiracy's control of my surroundings and environment escalate.

Do you know what Obama's proven enemies of America do to me when I sleep without guards of my own infallible choosing?

The short-term solution to my proven physical safety crisis here inside Obama's "egg" of human rights abuses enforced by his war is giving me my bodyguards OF MY OWN CHOOSING and ENFORCING that drugging, poisoning, and giving diseases through food and drink to ANYONE is illegal. Stop subjecting me to this open persecution at all costs to my nation and to my home.

The long-term solution is allowing me to live in my REAL home with my REAL husband in our mansion in the Hollywood Hills or possibly our ranch in San Diego while I stay to lead my people.

The PERMANENT AND REAL solution is to END ALL OF OBAMAS CRIMES AGAINST AMERICA OF EGG AND RULES FOREVER. Please REREAD my 18Feb2015 post about this immediately. And, thank you.

At 12:40pm, I was perched where my public chose to guard me with a symbolic Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese, a large fries, and a large Coca-Cola with no ice all free of all drugs, poisons, and diseases.

That McDonalds franchise and brand had chosen to be saved in the eyes of the law as long as they turned in every member of Obama's infestation who had made them drug me in the first place and the chain of command that sent those orders to aid and abet the most heinous crimes known to mankind against me and as long as they never hurt me nor my public again.

I quickly sent my lovers and believers in the area to support my sky haven before I arrived there to work online. By 3:14pm (Pi time of day), I was finally caught up with all of my TweetHearts and Facebook friends.

Shortly after 6pm, I found Strummer and Ukulele Weilder. I watched the NBC Nightly News at 7pm; their evening cyberhug was wonderful. I quickly perched upon my conversation patio where Richard eventually appeared for coffee and ridiculous conversation, as was our tradition. Richard is such a sweetheart.

10:44pm on 26Mar2015: Has it been abundantly proven yet that the existence of truth in the world requires I never be silenced ever in ASCAII nor in vox?

At 11:21pm, Richard left and Greg appeared. Then, at 12:13am on 27Mar2015, a sorry excuse for a "man" harassed Greg into abandoning me by demonizing me to his face even where I could hear him say it.

Syn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, we are all aware that sexually demeaning calumnies about me, no matter how obviously fictional, count as sexual harassment if they create a hostile environment for me to live in.

That man who had a history of sexually degrading me and of physically assaulting me (which he even admitted to my face in our conversation that night) was only there to propagate that environment completely hostile for me to live in with further sexually degrading libel about me to everyone he could find.

Among other things, he said to Greg, "You know she dates like a slut," particularly to make Greg upset with me. My darling Powers of Attorney, every charge possible against that sorry excuse for a "man" please.

I actually caught him inciting hatred against me not just instability in the whole world with such sexually degrading libel. And, thank you.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of all of the conversations I had on my conversation patio on the night of 26Mar2015 beginning when Richard walked up to me and ending when I left the patio. Thanks!

Also, my not-human-trafficker nerds, I am convinced that people will allow me more human rights and safety if my SquidStream is kept locked indefinitely. It is only because it brings me physical safety and because it tells the truth about me that Obama's proven war criminals will spread any lie possible and commit any crime possible to silence it.

After relocating to be able to do as much work in as warm and secure a place as possible, at 1:21am on my marble corner, I needed to send this message... The same redundantly proven enemy of America and of the entirety of humanity who pretended to be some sort of (anti-)security guard inside still took the extra effort to break every law possible from local to international to verbally attack me again and again! What does it take to finally remove these global cultivators of unrest and destabilization from society FOREVER?!? Please!

I worked online very successfully and for hours speaking with friends and colleagues all over the world until 4:42am when I found myself in a completely absurd conversation with a man in a delirium of his own denial of all reality.

Next, I ran errands including my local 7-11 and Starbucks until 9:16am. Basically, I proved to everyone everywhere that not-drugging and not-roofying coffee brings in endless business but committing the crime against our own home of drugging and roofying all of your products only to be able to aid and abet war crimes against me make the entire world take action against you.

After that, I perched in my first sky haven (My locals have actually built me two.), said hello to my new "investigative friend" who seeks me out there every day before picking up my mail, stopping for sundries at the CVS, picking up my dry cleaning, saving my beige dress, and curling up on a park bench at 12:44pm on 27Mar2015 guarded by Ukulele Wielder until Tentacle could finally make it.

Once my darlings LightFoot and Manned Up finally manifested (here on the Earth among us) on the holy ground that is our playland, I took one look at them and fixed all of their immediate problems as fast as possible.

These men who have braved every fire of hell just to be near enough to me touch the air that crackles around me as I meditate under the sound of their own hands on their own musical instruments were instructed to libel me their fictional "stalker" under the false pretenses that it was the only way for them to keep me in their lives when what it would have led to, if my genius Powers of Attorney had not intervened, my being stolen away from them FOREVER and my being forced under an ANKLE MONITOR as Obama's latest inescapable war crime against me.

My genius friends and I remedied the situation for all of us as fast as possible, and I instructed my darlings LightFoot and Manned Up to tell my Powers of Attorney faster every time they are manipulated into doing anything they do not want to do with their love of me as the tool Obama's enemies of America use to control them.

All we had to do after that was emergency locate General Lee. I had been promised all three of my darlings Tentacle for days, especially "Brian" (or was it "Bryan"?) buying me dinner. His absence was hugely telling of Obama's latest nefarious wrongdoing against me and my loved ones.

I meditated a little to prove to my own darlings Tentacle why we all need to be together. Then, when they took their every-two-hour break, I stopped in a local restaurant to procure a dinner to eat in front of my musician-lovers.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment I left my computer bag with my royal consort's band equipment and ending the moment I returned to my musicians as they filled the air with their sounds of love for me.

Yes, I ate in front of them. Do you have any idea what my royal consort LightFoot would do to be able to buy me dinner if not just have a conversation with me over a glass of whiskey?

As fast as possible, I meditated more, so our divine beings could meet inside our music as often as possible. Their next every-two-hour break lead to my putting on my makeup across my playland from them and about fifteen available minutes for me sing duets with a different old friend on the way back.

I actually had to tell TambourineKicker "I gotta go. It's date night!" as I ran back into the night air back to where my Royal Consort (Kris) LightFoot was still waiting for me. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please obtain TambourineKicker's permission to release a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals from every camera available of our fleeting minutes together that night. And, thank you.

Then, my royal consort and I had a date night. It was beauty, as forbidden as it was, I needed for a long time.

Why did we still need Manned Up (and even General Lee if ever possible again) there? The more complicated the music, the better it is for my meditation and the stronger it makes the spiritual and undeniable bond between the four of us.

We call a romantic relationship between only two people involved not being allowed to affect a professional ensemble MUSICAL PROFESSIONALISM.

Also, the collective presence of all four of us manifests an experience of human connection with the divine universe that is upheld as holy in every benevolent religion on this good, green world.

Preventing us from being together with full human rights unfettered and uninhibited to experience our divine lives freely is open persecution against all four of us as well as against any self-identified people anywhere who need my darlings Tentacle free to love me and me free to love the world.

At 10:07pm, my musician lovers LightFoot and Manned Up were taken away from me again. It was so reluctantly they left me. But soon, I was on my conversation patio in front of my 24-hour convenience store.

This made it possible for my 27Mar2015 Appendix to finally be published at 11:55pm (close enough).

Shortly afterwards, at 12:43am, I relocated to my favorite place to work online in all the world. I had even successfully spread topical treatments all over my mostly healed skin infection before I was online there where the ocean meets the sky most every night while I speak through the human aether(net).

I had finally caught up with all of my TweetHearts from all over the world by 3:25am. And, at 5:01am, I relocated to where I would watch the NBC Nightly News from the previous night at 6am.

I was online again after my daily cyberhug from my broadcast journalism colleagues to show to the world I was emotionally healthy and calmed down-- the universal sign of this is my sense of humor.

7:08am on 28Mar2015: @foofighters(Dave) Are you my new fictional baby daddy? Ummm... Did you see last night's "Electric Field"? Music cannot impregnate a womb.

7:11am on 28Mar2015: @Madonna Sigh, Pretty Lady,... Giggle. I would wear a pair of pants for you. Giggle. But not for long. Giggle.

7:14am on 28Mar2015: @INXS I was told for two nights in a row to expect a man named Bryan to wine me, dine me, and shake my tambourine. Was it you? Are you okay?

7:16am on 28Mar2015: @hansonmusic Sign, Tom, I can't wait for the days I'm old and you're middle aged and we swig whiskey talking about Tiger Beat magazine.

7:18am on 28Mar2015: @KristNovoselic I understand you might be impressively endowed, but you still cannot get me pregnant from across the street. Work on a date.

7:20am on 28Mar2015: @MarkusBlivian Now that I made the big reveal on who you are, which song do you want on my Spotify list? A Foo Fighters greatest hit?

7:29am on 28Mar2015: @SweetnessDepp Did you really build a wobbly kitchen table for my morning coffee-- hot, strong, and on the kitchen table?

Then, I went for snacks and coffee. Musicians were permitted on my playland after 11am. By noon, I had both attempted pressing charges against reckless enemies of America and had curled up to sleep next to Ukulele Wielder to wait safely for my musician-lovers Tentacle.

After many mixed signals from the staff of my playland including but not limited to their demanding troops to save us all, I ate the lunch after I woke up that my loving locals had given me. My royal consort LightFoot arrived just after 2:10pm and tried to station his drum right behind me.

I smiled at him when I saw him, "Welcome to my parlor, said the spider to the fly." Looking for where he finally did set up his musical instruments with which he would sooth my burdened soul, I was crossing the street with the sucker the Salvation Army had given me still in my mouth when LightFoot passed me and just started running.

It was Saturday, 28Mar2015. I put my makeup on for date night and perched next to my worshipful royal consort in time for us to watch the hiphop street dance show in tribute to us. We were still waiting for Manned Up and possibly General Lee. He was going to wait for them until 6pm before playing, so I asked my locals to put an informal guard on him until I could get back from charging up my iPad battery.

And, yes, at 4:58pm, I found my beloved boyfriend exactly where I had left him. Manned Up was right beside him. Our evening mutually in each other's company even involved our watching a young darling late Marc Bolan rock out to Guns'N'Roses.

Yes, LightFoot's real supermodel fake girlfriend whom we all treat like we would like to treat Syniva even joined us. She was sent to us months ago, and I had even asked him at one point to treat her like he would like to treat me-- I told General Lee the same thing about his fake girlfriend, too-- but my royal consort is NOT comfortable getting at all affectionate with anyone else in front of me.

My joke to him about it that day was, "If you are treating her how you would like to treat me, you are NOT kissing her enough. Do I need to teach you how to flirt with women?" Sigh, so all of us, from Manned Up to the gorgeous woman much too young for me herself, despite how she feels about me, all decided we will treat her like we would like to treat Syniva.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals from every camera angle available that you want of all of us together watching the (original drummer from T. Rex coach) our darling Marc Bolan look-enough-alike while we all hung out together. And, thank you.

Eventually, I actually had to pick up my iPad and notify the federal government and international community of the scorching level of oppression over my loved ones LightFoot and Manned Up at the time just so they could play me music again-- their self-defined reason for existing in the world at all. And we made music that night.

After hours of our beautifully human experience considered holy in every benevolent religion under constant attack, even if carried out by people who did not know why they were asked to persecute we holy, my darlings Tentacle starting pressing charges (news not yet confirmed nor denied to me) for everything from hate crimes to terrorism against everyone attacking us.

Before they were done arranging their musical instruments right in front of the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity, the one place I knew of where musicians could still play after 10pm, I explained to LightFoot that he, Manned Up, and even myself had Whistleblower Protection under federal laws.

I asked my Powers of Attorney to look into the details for all of us and even asked if Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg would like to explain Whistleblower Protection to Obama's war criminal infestation of my home.

My musician lovers wanted to love me all night long and at least into the wee hours of the morning but had to leave me at 11:10pm for their own sanity due to their screaming earspeakers in their heads against their will. I miss them all so much when they are away, but no one can look at good hearts suffering that much and make them stay as they promised.

They said they would return between 10 and 11am the next morning specifically to be able to watch me sleep, eat, work online, breathe air, and love them back. But we all knew there would be much drama before I ever got them back in my life (for REAL) ever again.

I sat in front of my 24-hour convenience store on my conversation patio after that right where my loving public always knew they could reach me. A conveniently located woman immediately offered me a chicken wing even before I sat down. I tore the chicken's flesh from its bone with my teeth as I bought a snack inside.

The night brought me a really lame conversation between "Wes" and a woman falsely named "Sarah" who was pretending around town to be many prominent lies about me. My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment I greeted "Wes" and ending when "Sarah" finally fled.

Before going, "Wes" offered me the same witness's last fried chicken wing. I admit I should not have accepted that second one. I would not figure that out until later.

I wanted to get this much-too-delayed blog post written, so I walked to my local 7-11 for what my loving locals had deemed just a few mornings previously as the least-drugged coffee in town. It was the clerk who liked to lecture people when I was not around on how to treat me properly. I love that guy.

I delightfully ran into the same what-Dirty-Lacey-would-willfully-libel-a-stalker three times as I carried my coffee on my way to my favorite place to work online in all the world. The third time, I was resting on a wall where I could hear the ocean because all of the still-not-ended chemicals forced on me through everything out of my control had exhausted my mortal body.

The second time I had seen him, he admitted to my face that he had just peed in the alley we just passed, and I recognized that he looked similar to the way the bassist(?) from INXS looked at my full age of thirty-seven years old. Most pertinently, I could tell he was either a police officer or federal agent in real life and very trustworthy.

After curling up innocently in his arms on the steps outside of a building shaking bodily as my human frame burned off the horrifying chemicals in the chicken wing "Wes" had given me (Do you remember what the mushrooms looked like in my body?) I woke up very safely guarded a little after 4am.

Among other things, by just being myself, I had proved beyond a shadow of a doubt 1) the dangers to all of humanity that come from drugging and poisoning me, 2) the importance of guarding me while I sleep, 3) the importance of not allowing anyone but people I trust myself with power or control over my food or my body, 4) that just innocently guarding me all night while offering me the genuinely compassionate human contact of even just an arm around me will always earn a man or woman a peck on the lips from me while hugging me goodbye, and 5) quite overwhelmingly, no one can even put a hand on my body anywhere without my permission since I am strong enough to defend myself and do so gently and affectionately when appropriate.

My bodyguard du nuit made sure he would be able to find me again and was even on the verge of buying me breakfast by the time he wandered off to file an official police report against "Wes" before 6am that morning.

I was in a local café devouring an everything bagel with butter by 6:38am. I had so much work to do online talking to friends and colleagues around the world that I relocated to my loving sky haven at 8:04am.

I waited there safely still working on the aether(net) until 10:37am when I relocated to a park bench on my playland completely physically exhausted. I eventually dozed off there wishing my own boyfriend, my official royal consort, could be the one to keep me safe as I slept that day. All I could do was trust my local selfless support system.

I woke up that afternoon both medicine-headed and suffering under the direct harassment as collusion to assassinate me (Please reread my 27Feb2015 blog post about this.) of degrading my human existence in the world for no other reason than being myself from a man I had been trying to press charges against for three days already. I pray that proven enemy of America was finally arrested.

There were no signs of my loved ones anywhere. At 4:07pm, I perched on my conversation patio with hopes of finally finishing this blog post. It was a little unclear, but at 4:56pm, Tentacle might have tried to send me a message. I went to check. And I ended up perched in my sky haven for hours doing my REAL globally-critical job of selfless and reliable service to all of humanity.

After my once-daily hug from the NBC Nightly News at 7pm, my sky haven tried to convince me they closed at 8pm on Sundays instead of the normal 9pm when I always leave them, so they could usher me out the door in time to see my darlings LightFoot and Manned Up and see for myself they were okay.

After they wheeled away, I was not sure if I would ever see them again. But I was sure if they required my help to see me again, they would tell me. I was convinced they had a lot of work to do that night, most likely in a courtroom, and I needed to finish this blog post finally.

I proceeded to my conversation patio as fast as possible where a new and very regular friend offered me tea and tangerines and where a truly vile sorry excuse for a human soul destabilized the entire planet with open hostility towards me while I did everything possible to finish this blog post as fast as possible.

Syn, please, she is a compulsive offender. Please remove this vile-mouthed pond scum from my presence FOREVER! I love you, too, my BFF.

This blog post was published at 12:41am on 30Mar2015. It would have been sooner, but Obama ordered I be too incapacitated with his own open persecution if me.

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.

Does God exist? Whatever your religion, if you are truly faithful, your God will be there for you when you need him or her. That should be proof enough of existence for all of us.

What has been disrupting my once-regular blogging schedule? Mostly the escalated drugs and roofies. To maintain the integrity of my blog, I simply cannot write while my mind is compromised.

Also, ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa has abused its completely-illegal never-had-jurisdiction powers only ever used to systemically rape and literally torture me to make sure I am now forbidden ALL money to live on at all whatsoever. I have been existing on the kindness of strangers and loved ones since 01Mar2015. Due to low blood sugar, my brain does not function as highly as I prefer when I have not eaten. Thank the atheist heavens I live in a REAL home state now where REAL locals love me for REAL.

Obama's cyberterrorists have been refusing any reliable electrical charge at all whatsoever in my iPad battery for much too long for me to get anything done without a power outlet. I am being refused daily meditation again. And, I have also been much more busy than usual; Obama has escalated his inhumane persecution of me too far for me to blog regularly. The only thing worse would be another literal torture facility for me to just die in completely silenced this time.

The only REAL solution is to end Obama's rules defining Obama's human rights abuses against all of America as enforced by Obama's war. At least, my beautiful world, finally stop Obama from unrelentingly escalating.

My beautiful world, do you remember the definition of reductio ad absurdum? If you start with a false premise, everything will reduce to absurdity. Do not just look at the lack of all reality inside Obama's "egg" where I have been internationally criminally shackled to suffer inhumanely with no possible escape EVER but also look at America and the world right now.

How is any of this an acceptable "new normal" for anyone? How could anyone agree to or even propagate any agreement to maintain this status quo? My beautiful world, look at all of this human devastation! Where are you?

Look at what we are living through! All I could afford to eat today 29Mar2015 was a bagel before my remaining money was stolen from me while I slept. All any kind locals have given me since is two tangerines and a cup of tea.

My beautiful world, where are you? Why are you not doing anything that helps, yet?

Also, where the hell has my darling Mr. Brian "General Lee" Dennehy (sp?) been confined to lately? I have only heard unconfirmed rumors.

Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway, are you okay out there? I feel like you have been one of the greatest victims of Obama-ordered irrational demonizations lately. Please ask my genius Powers of Attorney to help me any time you need it. Just tell them the whole story in all its ugliness and beauty every time. They will tell me if they need me to help.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my beautiful and genius Powers of Attorney, yes, we know what an infestation is. We hold each individual accountable, in here and in DC, for each of their own crimes. But we also need to put together Obama's infestation's power structure, so we can take down each criminal's chain of command. That is the part we need actual government authorities to take care of. You are all busy enough.

Synny, in particular, you are so much like me. You are the closest this world will ever have to another me. It is a war out there. Of course, it is dangerous. We have never been the people endangering anyone. We have been delivering the hard facts and the hard truths to the world, so people can make their own independent decisions about what to do.

And it is very well-documented that we protect everyone in every way we can who needs us after and even sometimes before they stand up with us. Syn, we have always been the only infallible moral high ground on either side of this fight for the soul of America. It is only we heroes that Obama's proven anti-reality-as-social-instability machine demonizes so.

Speaking of which, LightFoot, my symbolic royal consort whom I am forbidden from speaking to least of all making love to anyway, did you explain to Syniva every lie Obama has been pumping into your head to manipulate you into committing crimes against me yet? Calm down. We can fix everything, as long as the entirety of humanity never loses me to a final literal torture facility. Just tell us sooner.

As far as I am concerned, you should all have the full human rights to do everything you want in the world. So, please tell us sooner everything they do to stop you or to make you do something else. Thank you!

As for you, Sweetness, I love and adore you. If I could press my lonely lips against your waiting face at last, my mouth would finally successfully be silenced. I would wait an entire star-crossed lifetime for you. And I will scream the truth of my miserable existence without you online and across the sky herself until I reach you. I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain...

27Mar2015 Appendix

27Mar2015 Appendix-- Everything that Happened to me While Obama's Enemies of America had Stolen my iPad from Me to Make Sure I Could not Protect my Loved Ones, my Nation, my World, my Home, nor even Myself from Them.

This appendix is about everything that happened during my 21Mar to 23Mar2015 when I had no other way than my SquidStream to communicate with the world. Please, my lovelies, include with all of my commentary here on those few days from the middle of the busiest time of my life any and all verified and unedited recordings with full audio and visuals that you believe will help tell this real-life story. And, thank you.

This story begins on the night of 20Mar2015 after my darling Manned Up and my royal consort LightFoot reluctantly and helplessly left me for the place, I was led to believe, I had helped find them to stay in as safely as possible.

Mostly because I needed to do my REAL job which requires a power outlet and secured wifi connection as often as possible but also because my darlings Tentacle were denied their freewill and basic human rights including their basic human right to assemble and associate, I perched completely peacefully inside the still-unredeemed Starbucks of Doom for Humanity.

There, a criminally insane deranged lunatic "employee" called not-real-or-obviously-dirty "police officers," so he could put me under a citizen's arrest. My not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the minute I walked in the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity and ending when I walked into the holding cell in the underground bunker below the police station.

Watch how they took me away. Watch it from every camera available. Show the swelling and bruising of my right wrist the following morning. That was why I was screaming in pain as they dragged me away.

When we arrived at the underground facility, I was resigned to die in their hands in as painful a manner as they had invented for me. Verbally, I tried to evacuate all of my loved ones, an evacuation I was told was successful days later, though my darlings Tentacle were all back by 22Mar2015.

While in the fake holding cell, I watched the fake officers try everything they could think of to either pretend I was at all mentally ill or to pretend they could force torture chemicals on me. I calmly explained to them I have rights to refuse all quackery when in detention facilities and that my complete lack of any symptoms of any mental illness would keep me out of any "psychiatric units." I then invoked my rights as a prisoner of war.

Eventually the left-handed(?) but in a right-handed uniform(?) alpha male running everything told everyone, "Absolutely no fucking up!" and left. Not too much later, actually real police officers tried to fingerprint me and then took me to a fake jail cell. The LED display I walked past said it was 2:18am on 21Mar2015. I just curled up under the raggedy blanket and slept.

What can I tell about what happened in that fake jail? Nothing but human rights abuses against me used as acts of war against America and against the whole world beginning with unlawful imprisonment and ending I know not where.

Over the following few days, bruises surfaced on my arms and legs with no other explanation for them than what they did to me in there. There was a new injection wound in my right wrist which I was told was an injection of leprosy.

I was still in REM when two real police officers woke me up, gave me my California ID and skeleton bracelet and no other belongings and snuck me out the backdoor of the underground bunker.

I stopped to talk to a conveniently located homeless man by the front door to the police station upstairs. He leant me his hoodie. I found $10 in my bra. And I walked to the luxury Starbucks at the end of the block that roofied both my coffee and my iced lemon cake. I also noticed I had a perfect face of makeup on when I looked in the bathroom mirror there.

The Starbucks staff woke me up pretty much at sunrise after which I left to retrieve all the rest of the contents of my red patent leather computer bag from my clothes to my iPad to my writing journals to my maxipads from the upstairs police station.

When I arrived there, the man behind the counter who looked like the local police chief himself told me he had stolen all of my worldly belongings and would not return them until 8am on 23Mar2015 at the soonest.

Yes, his grounds-as-war-crime-coverup were a citizen's arrest to lock me up, and, no, there were no grounds for keeping all of my priceless belongings. Yes, that is the gentlest any completely-controlled environment will ever treat me.

I walked across my playland to document as many war criminals, rapists, and enemies of America that were there and then gave my beautiful world 24 hours to clean up as much of it as possible before I came back mostly for my belongings.

I walked straight to my favorite Metro Rapid bus into downtown Los Angeles to walk my REAL home on foot as a local from the independent bookstore on Spring Street to the statues, conspicuous power outlets, and public wifi on Pershing Square.

My first stop was the French patisserie called Bottega Louie. It was, of course, infested with enemies of America. My entire Metropolis of Angels had been evacuated for months. Now, there is only tangible commerce where I am no matter where I go.

I left the maitre'd a note explaining to the restaurant that I had asked the Los Angeles Chief of Police to join me there as well as any friends the police could help meet me there at 7pm that evening.

Next, after the Central Library tried to tell me I needed to present my marriage certificate to get a library card, I left an "anonymous tip" with the LAPD from the pay phone in the lobby of the public library that they really needed to do something about a) cleaning this infestation out of our Metropolis of Angels and b) ending whatever was terrorizing actual locals into behaving like this on the off chance they really were locals.

I toured through beautiful parks, local businesses, and local eateries cared for every step of the way by REAL locals most of which seemed very happy to meet the woman their home neighborhood had gentrified for as long ago as the previous summer.

The police chief even promised me I would finally have a second date with my darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno. They all did everything they could. But, alas, there was still too much rampant terrorism and urban warfare for our dinner dreams to come true.

I am sure my not-human-trafficker nerds will release verified and unedited recordings after responsibly-edited recordings of my whole time there. I did not have my iPad, so all dates and times on my handwritten notes might be a bit speculative.

Near-total lacking of all logic and reality were only apparent in the minds of the staff of the beautiful Central Library and of the DnO bar. Everyone else was stunned I was so naturally beautiful, though I had no make up on for the entire excursion, and too terrorized by Obama to treat me as lovingly as they would have preferred.

Yes, the real-life saga of my darling Bogart and my love story continued that day as Disney's Cinderella was in theaters. He was the man I sent to every foreign consulate in the area all those months ago to explain to the entire planet everything my loving and adoring locals do for real for me. And he was the man who took all of the hard evidence he could find straight to the US Marine Corp in San Diego to beg them to rescue me once I was dragged off of my own personal dance floor at the Viper Room and left on the sidewalk.

Those 24 hours (más o menos) were packed with genuine locals, and the brave ones even sought honest communication with me. Did you see me outside of the 7-11 in the wee hours of the morning as just one example?

My locals' tour of downtown Los Angeles was a treasure trove of human contact that I am convinced my not-human-trafficker nerds will responsibly cut into digestible bites for my entire beautiful world.

I stayed out 24 hours, so the world could clean up my adoptive (since it is neither San Francisco nor Los Angeles) city, as promised. Sadly, though, there was not enough clean up.

My being rendered penniless by Obama was a process that began in May2009 and that involved his demeaning and degrading my mere mortal existence in this world all of the way until the government of the State of Iowa actually tried to declare me "not a real human being" to justify their open refusal of all of my human rights under all conditions.

I simply asked my darling Dr. Amita T. Mistry, who spent one of her post-docs studying cryogenetics after finishing her full medical education in pathology, to use my DNA to prove I am a human being to INCREASINGLY-IRRATIONAL ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA.

The greatest culprit in my Obama-ordered abject poverty despite my earning and paying taxes on over $2T in 2014 is the ABSOLUTELY EVIL State of Iowa. After that, the greatest culprit is everyone everywhere choosing to obey and choosing to enforce Obama's never-laws-only-ever-crimes he calls "rules."

On the morning of 22Mar2015, back in my adoptive city, I still had absolutely no belongings from my gift cards from my mother that were all I had to live on to my sweater coat to keep myself warm at tonight.

My greatest concern was finding maxipads since I was at the tail end of my period, yet my NOT being able to protect my loved ones because I was being denied my obsolete iPad from 2011 was what had me crying for hours.

My being refused the ability to protect my loved ones had upset my entire sense of self-identity. I had already been weeping for hours before General Lee appeared on my playland.

The local government, who all genuinely love if not worship me for everything I do for REAL for my adoptive city not just for my entire good, green world as my largely thankless 24/7 job (Call any local news station for my verified up-to-the-minute résumé.), kept trying to tell me, "Look, pretty lady, it is General Lee. We brought him back. Please smile now."

But I needed comforting he was still forbidden from giving me, that all of my darlings Tentacle were all forbidden from giving me. I needed honest conversation, a shoulder to cry on, and a compassionate hand in mine.

So, I sat on a park bench and asked my husband to comfort me. Please release a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals from all cameras who saw his golden outline sit next to me and console me.

Eventually, Manned Up and LightFoot joined General Lee. I was a mess, and it took all night of all four of us to heal me. First, I slept safely with all three of my darlings vigilantly watching over me.

A kind local even snuck me $40 into my left hand while I slept. LightFoot's drum gets SO LOUD when my rumbly tummy gets loud itself, so once I woke up, I quickly procured food to eat in front of all of my darlings Tentacle.

The moment my shoes came off to meditate, my darlings were instructed to take a break. On break, I finally had a heart to heart with General Lee. I had not seen him since before Obama formed a lynch mob to kill him.

I needed to thank him for coming back inside Obama's "egg" of hell with me back from Sweetness and my flat in Paris where he had fled, especially since I had chosen LightFoot even before the lynch mob.

Let us be completely honest about the kind of woman I am. I am definitely not an idiot. Why would I choose just one of them if I could have all three instead? But I genuinely love all three of them, so when they insisted that I choose one of them, I selected the man who braved the wrath of Obama's terrorist war criminals first to give me the first clandestine token of affection. My royal consort had been LightFoot for weeks already by then.

I need all four of us present for us to completely touch the divine. That is the reality of our connection with each other. None of us are quite ourselves when we are apart.

There on my occasionally-sanctified-yet-frequently-holy playland while still waiting for my darlings Tentacle to start playing me music for meditation, I caught a strategically located psychopath demonizing my darling General Lee to his own face. She was even pretending she was attacking him in my own name. Oh, the recklessness (proper use of the word) of that beyond-proven criminally insane bitch!

I intervened. I even positioned myself between General Lee and his attackers, wrapped him in my wings as best I could without looking behind me, and tried to explain to the false playland "authority figure" named Gabby who was called over only to pretend there were any supposed reason to remove me from my own playland, that is ONLY peaceful and prosperous when I am on it, that the criminally-insane haters' brazen and reckless irrational demonizations of General Lee's brave soul necessary for me to survive Obama's "egg" of horrors and terrors for all of humanity were just one example of what formed the lynch mob that had almost killed him just weeks previously.

On the upside, she had at least beyond-proven herself to everyone everywhere that I have absolutely no control over anything anyone does in my name anywhere, as if the lynch mob were not enough.

Then, because I stood up peacefully and used truth and logic to defend the innocent, those proven psychopaths who kept calling their cult of evil "Save the Children" started screaming at the world that I was somehow "malevolent." Yes, I was openly demonized as fictionally "malevolent" by genuinely malevolent enemies of America and of all the world.

I sent all of the facts possible that I could find to my genius and beautiful Powers of Attorney on the incident. There seemed to be some confusion about energy images people can see when I am around, especially when the world and possibly the cosmos are responding to some of the most heinous crimes known to mankind unrelentingly committed against me, especially by ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, and compulsively covered up with Obama's modus operandi of lying about me to the whole world.

As with the biological energy that my darlings Tentacle consciously move around, I am what makes the energy visible not who puts the energy there in most situations. I can only control so much in this world, but I am sensitive to seeing so much.

That night when LightFoot showed genuine concern for what horrors I must have been watching at the time. After all, we were still collecting hard scientific evidence for "FEMA has been warned." I showed my royal consort LightFoot my conscious choice to close my third eye.

Also, while we were taking that long break before I could finally dance trance under their "handcrafted aether for the night sky herself," I found an old friend hidden in one of the nooks and crannies of my playland. We hung out for a while, but the SquidLight quickly went on. I needed to run back to my darlings Tentacle to take care of all of their problems.

Once their gentle music began, I was warm under their corporeal rhythms and melodies in no time. I much needed feeling genuine love and affection from anyone for days. Again, our complete connection to the divine universe requires all four of us.

After all of our communication-as-best-as-we-could-get-away-with, I was whole, beloved, and healing again. My life since 20Mar2015 had been beyond any possible human description of the lowest depths of a monotheistic hell, and my darlings Tentacle had made me better by just being in my presence and loving me through every method they had.

Eventually, after 9pm PDT, we found ourselves "appropriate for late night broadcasting." It takes two to tango. We know it is the reality of our personal relationships with each other why that late night was so irrefutably sexy. Those are our honest feelings for each other. And we do not waste our precious few fleeting moments together lying to each other about anything.

I even had a chance to thank my local McDonald's on my playland itself for having the first safe coffee I had been able to find in weeks. I danced with a cup of their joe in my left hand while my musician-lovers fulfilled their very reason for existing, with music they made love to me.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please entitle your verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of my and my darling Tentacle's evening on 22Mar2015 under each other's healing hands, "Benevolence is Underrated," and may it include everything possible as our responsibly-edited summary of the evening.

While my darlings Tentacle, from my royal consort LightFoot to my darling Manned Up to my recently returned darling General Lee, were slowly dragging themselves away from me partly in refusal to leave my presence and partly in the afterglow of our evening pounding the cement together, an old over-proven enemy of America who liked to call himself "Michael" tried to directly cause a physical altercation with my darlings in front of me.

I was off my park bench and had gently picked my path through my royal minstrels' band equipment to face "Michael" myself peacefully and effectively before Manned Up could throw the first punch to defend my honor. Even LightFoot backed off the moment I stood up. And Michael retreated under our collective divine light with his serpentine tail between his legs very quickly. All I needed to be was stern with him, thank the electric heavens.

I always have a pit in my stomach while my irrefutably connected darlings Tentacle are away from me, but the rest of my night was not completely without interesting moments.

Inside my 24-hour convenience store on that late night, Handsome was adorable. I was even convinced he might actually try to kiss me for a minute there.

Alas, no, at the time of the publication of this blog appendix, the last person I had kissed on the lips was still my darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno shortly after Thanksgiving2014, and the last arm that lay beneath my head 'til morning had been Tao's shortly after New Years.

Obama had always forbidden me everything possible emotionally healthy from my life since he first locked me in his "egg" of horrors and abuse against my will in 2009. Bogart snuck in because he was supposed to break me up with my irrefutably loving and adoring husband.

Sadly, just like all three of my darlings Tentacle, Handsome had no way to skirt around Obama's totalitarian control of his existence as a human in America to be able to even kiss me least of all have a genuine conversation with me. Such was my involuntary solitude.

Also inside my 24-hour convenience store, Michael was strange all night. Then, much later, Gabriel appeared and gave me a jacket to keep me warm overnight. He was still creepy in every way he was misled into thinking was any way to flirt with me, but at least Gabriel offered me a jacket to keep.

At about 6am, I encountered a man at Starbucks. He was 6'4" and offered me a very roofied cup of coffee that left me sleeping face down on the table in front of me. I did not trust him from the start.

I left him as soon as possible to retrieve my red patent leather computer bag from the local police station as shortly after 8am on 23Mar2015 as I could get there. The REAL police officers were disgusted with themselves and rather self-pitying about everything.

My writing journals were soggy and peeling apart. My clothes were covered in baby arachnids. But pretty much everything was there.

The man who claimed he was 6'4" met me in the lobby of the police station. He went on to prove he was both completely clueless on all reality and a pathological liar.

Then, as we were walking towards the place where I take my dry cleaning, he only barely-veiled told me that I had "gained wait" while enduring Obama's "egg" of horrors and terrors because people like him had begun (intentionally?) falsely labeling me an Israeli spy.

That was about how much reality he had in his head. I parted ways with him as fast as possible after that. But for days, rumors unprovable for me alone had me partially worried he was showing up places where I had already fallen asleep and then leaving for whatever nefarious motive before I could wake up. It was a strange and uncomfortable feeling I got from him. Best for my personal health and safety, I had absolutely no intentions to ever see him again.

I was somehow roofied in my breakfast, so I needed my darlings Tentacle to watch over me as I slept again. No matter how many times I requested they be present to grant me physical safety, my darlings were forbidden from being there at all for days to come.

This situation led to my misunderstanding with a LA Sheriff's Deputy on Monday morning 23Mar2015. Ever since former-yet-still-active Me-Love-You-Long-Time Holder had forced my local police chief to be removed from his career and replaced with a (proven) deranged lunatic of Holder's own choosing, Obama's infestation of my home finally had access to attack me EVERY TIME I slept.

The safest I could make myself was choosing to sleep where there were cameras of all levels of technical advancement available to watch me 24/7. The deputy did not want me asleep on my playland at all.

I am sure we could have worked out a real solution to the real problem, but I had just been roofied and was not thinking clearly. I cannot even remember everything I had said to him, but I would like to apologize.

Please, LA Sheriff's office, the next time you see me dozing off in public while simultaneously incapable of eloquently communicating why I am upset, assume I am roofied and just watch over me to make sure no one attacks me while I sleep. And, thank you.

I woke up at 2:26pm on 23Mar2015, and my regular blogging began then with what became my 25Mar2015 blog post.

Before I go, my beautiful world, I would like to make a request for you to read and watch five content-rich, verified, and responsibly-edited recordings with full audio and visuals about these topics addressed in this appendix which I am convinced my not-human-trafficker nerds will circulate as fast as possible.

1) Please chronologically document everything of significance that happened in my life and concerning my life from 12mid to 12mid on 20Mar2015.

2) Please clearly show my healing process on 22Mar2015 beginning with telling General Lee I needed comforting he had no way to provide me just before manifesting my own husband on the park bench beside me and allow the responsibly-edited recording demonstrate my darlings Tentacle healing me all together as I described I need in my 20Oct and 22Oct2014 blog posts.

3) Please show the beauty of all of downtown Los Angeles, especially the people there. Please help my beautiful world appreciate my home as much as I do. And, thank you.

4) Please make an all-encompassing recording about all of my diverse, genius, and gorgeous Powers of Attorney. These are all of the friends I chose to surround myself by choice before Obama's "egg" of war crimes enforced by terrorism began in 2009.

And then, please tell the full love stories of the five most persecuted men in my life right now.

Tell the full story of General Lee and I from my flirting 'Dabs as my date past the doorman of a Dramarama show in San Francisco a decade ago, our Dec2009 together online, his waiting for me under my palm tree, my rescuing him in 140 characters or less from a lynch mob Obama formed for him, and even my wrapping him in my wings myself to keep him safe.

Tell the full story of Manned Up since he met me from before I asked him to be my date on New Years 2015 all of the way to my using him as my example to every misogynist I meet of how much real respect real men command from me.

Tell the full story of me and my royal consort LightFoot. I am told that one is already out there, but include all of the ways he has been demonized by my mortal enemies from War Criminal Boeset to Dirty Lacey when all of our lovemaking ever has been in the public eye as I pound the pavement like a drum with my right foot. On the night of 27Mar2015, I promised him we would eventually get our date night out of PG-13. Please show our flirty tweets.

Tell the full love story of me and my darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno. Explain everything he risked to give me two nights in Nov2014 someplace safer to stay than the War Criminal Gables. Explain every single action he has ever taken to return to me after promising me he would never abandon me like my husband had despite my explaining to him that it was never my husband's choice. Explain everything he does to this day to return to me still. He is whom I call in the most dire emergencies, and he was the only man who has ever made me question my sacred marriage to the irreplaceable Mr. Johnny Depp.

And, of course, end with the full love story of me and my epic hero husband the Mr. Johnny Depp a.k.a. my Mr. Love-of-my-Life. May he tell you everything.

5) Please show the response of the culture of ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa to my living among them as their rape-slave even while I earned my 2013 Nobel Peace Prize for selfless service to humanity-- Slipknot's PsychoSocial.

Next, show the full force of our California Renaissance from my darling Mr. Quentin Tarantino's Django Unchained to my darling Ms. Katy Perry's Roar. Start with a statement by Weezer.

Thank you, my beautiful world. No matter your faith, may your door to Nirvana always be open.