Eid Mehndi Designs Simple and Full Hand and feet

As Eid is arriving therefore I am making beautiful and special Eid Mehndi Designs For Girls , the only one word I can say about these designs is “awesome”. These patterns will give you a beauty touch and you will look gorgeous. There is no other and better way to decorate herself in a minutes without spent too much money. There are many other type of mehndi styles available such as Indian, Pakistani and Arabic but the impact of all the patterns will be same. Now this is your choice which style you choose for this specific Eid-ul-Azha. Even in India no Diwali, Holi or other festivals are also incomplete without henna as India is just like Pakistan therefore same things happen in both countries.Eid Mehndi Designs Simple and Full Arms-
Girls specially kids daily search for latest and beautiful collection of mehndi designs because they want unique, which totally differs from others. Mostly henna is used on some special occasion such as Eid, Karva Chauth, Dasara etc. As you know Pakistani Mehndi Designs for kids are most popular in all over the world as compare to the Indian and Arabic designs. Mostly young kids are really mad about these Eid patterns 2014. You should make yourself good to make these patterns yourself, I know some practice will be needed for this but one day you will be successful. This will be a fun for you and I hope you will learn this trick in few days. I hope you will appreciate my these Eid Mehndi Designs 2014, please give us review about these designs in the comment section below.

Shake My Tambourine.

Title: Shake My Tambourine.

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

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

Here is my latest blog post. My last menstrual period ended on the morning of 19June2015. Please stop calling me a pregnant man. Do you have any idea how horrifying those unrelenting lies are?!?

South Sudan. The atrocities. This world needs solutions. I have long wanted the chance to try to fix the Sudanese and South Sudanese conflicts. I just need the chance to find out why they are still doing this to each other.

There has been violence and ethnic strife in Sudan and in the new South Sudan for over thirty years. I do not think they know anything else anymore.

We need to teach them that prosperity not just actual survival results from peace instead. We need them to learn to love their neighbors and fellow citizens. The cycle of violence needs to end.

My last blog post was published at 9:19pm on 18June2015 while my buddy Nick played Spanish guitar there on my playland. I quickly asked my BFF Syniva to publish it. Nick was wonderful as ever. I was on the bus and curled up in bed by 10:28pm when my blog post was finally proofread.

The morning of 19June was non-caffeinated, but at least it was also not drugged nor roofied. I was online working at my normal morning haunt before 9:41am. It was a very productive morning. I tried explaining to my beautiful world how to tell me and my little sister apart. At 10:48am, I headed back to where I stay to recharge my iPad battery.

I had a delightful chat with my buddy Benjamin over lunch. I took care of some errands. Then, at 1:19pm, I was on my way to my playland. The 24/7 recycled torture facility warnings and alarms were unrelenting as always.

Nick was genius as always, and before 4pm my fellow resident of my humble abode Benjamin showed up. He was the one who took me for coffee the previous day.

After we returned from grabbing some dinner at approximately 5:44pm, I found Denmantau disassembling their equipment. They had stopped by with hopes of helping me meditate. As soon as I figured out they needed the help, I asked my beautiful world to help find them more time to play for me.

6:56pm on 19June2015: You are right in front of me, and we are still forbidden from talking. @denmantau I need a LONG warmup. I am so rusty. Thank you, darlings.

7:59pm on 19June2015: @denmantau Thank you. I needed that. In a sane and free America, when a woman throws down like that on a dance floor, you approach her. #LOVE

8:04pm on 19June2015: @denmantau Thank you so much. I think we laid it to rest that such meditation is healing and holy in every world religion. #AngelaMerkle

Yes, while the torture facility alarms blared vigilantly, my beautiful world made sure I could heal through my dance trance meditation. Luckily, I did not need the long warmup I thought I would need. Denmantau were delightful. They shook their tambourine. And I healed.

I watched the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening at 8:15pm which included my giving the NBC News full permission to use any statements I give them while I watch their news any way they deem useful.

Nick was not going to play again until 10pm. I left at 9:11pm on one of the last buses back to where I stay. The torture facility alarms kept vigilantly blaring. Please check my Twitter activity for the night for more details.

Tentacle needed some rescuing as fast as possible after I reached where I stay. It sounds like they took being physically forbidden from being with me personally. They have been through so much persecution from Obama and from every criminal who enforces Obama's crimes against America just for loving me.

I was asleep before 11:30pm, and I was at breakfast on 20June2015 shortly after 8:05am. I did not arrive at my normal morning haunt until after 11:10am, though. I was still trying to track down belongings that the supposed "psych ward" had forgotten to give me when I left them on Tuesday 16June2015.

The morning was productive, though. Shortly after noon, I returned to where I stay for lunch. And by 1pm I was in a local coffee shop. I was on my playland by 2:22pm.

Nick was wonderful, and I looked for my darlings Tentacle at 4pm. Sadly for all of humanity, my darlings Tentacle are being kept away from me indefinitely. Please, my beautiful world, can you do anything to fix this? I need to meditate.

Because my SquidStream was down against my will, libel coverups got around. But my genius Powers of Attorney sorted most of it out quickly. There were also alarms for acts of war by Obama, though, even before the alarms for coverups for more attempted war crimes against me.

I grabbed dinner and was typing in my humble abode by 9:27pm on 20June2015.

This blog post was published at 9:56pm on 20June2015.

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

How long have I done yoga? I do not do yoga. I tried it a few times, and it really was not my thing. For spiritual enlightenment, I prefer dance trance meditation.

Why do I flirt with women? I came out as bisexual when I was nineteen years old. I have dated more menfolk than womenfolk in my lifetime, and I am married to a man.

But I do not believe in straight people nor gay people. I do not believe we fall in love with bodies; I believe we fall in love with souls. I believe the whole world is bisexual-- some people are just closer to gay while others are closer to straight.

What is the meaning behind, "Shake my tambourine!"? It is a reference to my short story Whiskeyless Fictions. This is likely a paraphrase since I do not have a copy of most of my own literary works on my iPad... "My city rattled like a tambourine as they shook the devil from their bones."

Why do I hate the name "Tom"? I have always hated the name "Tom." It was my evil father's name. I keep a shortlist of acceptable people named Tom.

Then, who the hell is Tommy? I have no clue.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, keep telling me what you need from me when you need it. You have independence from me to do whatever you need to do wielding my legal powers to protect humanity from losing me. You also take care of everyone who needs our legal help. The entire world thanks you.

My beautiful world, can we get global help returning Tentacle to me? This is not just a concern because my should-be daily meditation is at risk of never happening again, but also, they are my loved ones. My darlings Tentacle love me and create love in my life. Please, my beautiful world, do I deserve to feel loved?

My holy meditation on the night of 19June2015 should not have been a rare incident. Please return my loved ones to my life.

My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, how are you?

What I would do to kiss you! Our lives should be more than white-knuckled fights just to be near each other. What has become of this world?

Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? The unrelenting lies that our marriage has any problems other than geography are HORRIBLE.

Until you make me watch you eat frog legs, my beloved, I am yours. That was our agreement. If you ever want out, you eat frog legs in front of me. I will walk away with no questions asked. I will be weeping as if my reason for living were taken from me, but if you ever want out, I will let you have anything you want.

My hero and king, the only thing I will ever forbid you from is dying before I do. That is how sacred our love is to me. I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain... Yes, dear, I am working on it.

Your Queen Does not Work in Espionage.

Title: Your Queen Does not Work in Espionage. I am Much Too Conspicuous.

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. Please check my last published blog notes. I was abducted on 15May2015 and unlawfully imprisoned in a literal torture facility paraded as a supposed psych ward until 16June2015. Now, I have a roof over my head.

USA. This was a hate crime in Charleston, South Carolina. This is why I have NEVER believed, "Haters gonna hate," is ever acceptable. We must fight hate with the reality of loving humans as humans. We are human. We deserve full human rights, including the rights to practice religion and to peaceably assemble without fear of death.

My last blog post was published at 9:52pm on 16June2015. I published a backlog of notes for 01May to 14May2015 that night.

I spent 15May until 16June2015 in a psych ward where all reality was denied to my face with the coverup for Obama's open crimes against America that he mislabeled "rules" instead of admitting they are "Obama's open crimes against America" that I am "delusional" when I speak the truth.

YES, I am married to the Mr. Johnny Depp. YES, I am the future Queen of Spain. YES, I have earned five Nobel Prizes! But, no, I was libeled mentally ill for speaking the truth, so they would never have to acknowledge reality to my face. And they forced heavy medications on me through blood, violence, and war crimes to enforce Obama's crimes against America forever.

When this began, Obama promised that his open denial of all basic human rights to all of America would end in 2014, as if that would make it acceptable. Obama was even impeached already in 2013. Nothing has ended his oppression of America under his bloody iron fist of war and war crimes. Obama's open destruction of America will NEVER END until his "rules" are forced to end.

The supposed "hospital" turned themselves around to get me out the door, though. They were willing to give me grounds for criminal charges against Bane of Humanity, War Criminal Lynn Boeset, to be able to get me safely into living arrangements.

On 16June2015, I finally made it out. By 10:46am, my transportation was already stuck in traffic on the highway in the Los Angeles Metropolis as I was safely delivered to my new accommodations. I now have a roof over my head, a private space to shower in, a safe bed, meals all day long, and access to my soon-to-be-holy-forever playland.

After settling in, I spent the afternoon and evening of 16June2015 on my playland mostly with my dear old friend Nick. Try as they might, my darlings Tentacle could not reach me. A pretty lady gave me thread to sew up the holes in my sweater coat. Business was booming in my tourism-driven playland. My entire Metropolis of Angels was trying to rescue me all night. At 10pm, Nick gave me a ride back to my place.

Nick asked me for some song lyrics which I sketched out for him and emailed to him just after midnight 17June2015.

I spent the morning of 17June bonding with people in my building. And by 2pm, I was on the bus to run errands before beginning my epic battle to be able to see my darlings Tentacle again. I watched the NBC Nightly News at 7pm. Nick was wonderful, and I got a mirror duet in with a "mystery" singer. Giggle.

I was back at my place by 10pm. My shower felt wonderful. It is my understanding that I am NEVER broadcast on the toilet nor after my right eye contact comes out. My left eyecamera is for my bodyguards.

I slept very well but woke up on 18June2015 barely in time to make it to breakfast. Sigh... My life is so luxurious now compared to how I used to live, and my fellow residents are wonderful.

I was out at what might become a regular place to find me in the mornings as soon as possible. I would love to flood the place with business every AM, but they need to learn not to roofie their coffee.

By 11:07am, I had my morning singing done and had left to recharge my iPad battery. After lunch a fellow resident took me for coffee. And just after 2pm, I caught the bus to see Nick and to ask my beautiful world to help me see my darlings Tentacle again.

My entire Metropolis of Angels was alive trying to rescue me. I asked early for my beautiful world to keep checking for crosstown loved ones every 10 minutes.

Obama's ever-lying (expletive) was kicked the hardest when I bought two new Misses size 14 dresses.

I had an amazing conversation worthy of verified and unedited circulations in the early afternoon with my fellow resident, in the early evening with Nick, and roughly 8:42pm to 8:53pm with a local who had questions about religion. Please circulate the verified and unedited recordings with full audio and visuals, my benevolent broadcast nerds. And thank you!

This blog post was published at 9:19pm on 18June2015 as I sat and listened to Nick play the Spanish guitar. The entire time period is wonderful to recap through my verified Twitter account.

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

How do I perceive race? I perceive us all as part of the same human race, but I consider our ethnicity as our cultural upbringing. I am sure more than one person has noticed my "Reverse OREO" boyfriend.

What is my secret to success? I just have to be myself. I was warned humanity would suffer immensely if I ever failed to just be myself. I have so much help particularly with delivering the truth about myself to the world. In particular, my genius Powers of Attorney safely deliver reality about me to courtrooms 24/7.

Without reality about the REAL me made available, this world will suffer mass insanity under Obama-propagated delusions about me FOREVER.

My beautiful world, where are we with declaring my playland, the Earthen soil we pound with music and meditation from our bare Tentacular hands, holy and sacred ground in every world religion? Thank you!

Do not forget, you CAN arrest Obama. He does NOT have diplomatic immunity. He was already impeached in 2013 when the entire chain of command was impeached, Biden, Boehner, everyone, until we reached current President Martin Dempsey, former Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

Please arrest Obama for his crimes against all his own people, not just against me. He is the greatest enemy America has ever known.

Speaking of rescuing brave locals out from under Obama's bloody iron fist 24/7, my selfless support system, our "emergency responders" need some extra support. Our resistance to Obama's crimes against America has been prolific, so they that rescue my rescue effort every time we need it need some extra manpower and resources.

My Metropolis of Angels has been sending everyone brave enough to even attempt to reach me to carry me to human equality at last. I could really use my darlings Tentacle in here with me, so I can meditate again instead of their fighting to rescue me. But, my Metropolis of Angels has earned their name.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, where would this world be without you? Thank you for rescuing everyone in the courtroom who needs to ask us for help. As always, 18Oct, 26Oct, and 30Oct2014 are the arguments we have always used and have all of the legal precedents for.

In short, my genius Powers of Attorney, it does not matter if anyone trusts us, particularly those like me who have never committed a crime but jaywalking in our lives. (Okay, I also vandalized a park bench once in Jan2010.). We are human. We deserve human rights just for existing.

As for my ever-brave symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,... The very end of Sigourney Weaver Night included my inferred invitation from the City of Malibu to live among them.

You are two of my bravest wish-you-had-rescued-me-already rescuers. Thank you. With all my heart, thank you.

Sweetness's insecurity comes from your musical prowess. Considering my oneness with mediation, he is honestly concerned he might lose me to a musician-lover.

Thank you both for respecting that I am married and that death itself will not even end our holy union. Neither anything in death nor in life will separate mine and Sweetness's hearts and obligations... Not even how brilliantly either of you might ever make love to me, if ever.

Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today? It is not easy being the king, but it is good to be the king. I wrote a song for Nick about how much I love and adore you.

Beloved, I have been trying for months to find time to write you yet another love letter, but even my blogging took a stall in May2015. I just need more time-- less waiting and more time. Imagine everything I could do in this world!

14May2015 notes...

14May2015 notes

Coffeeshop since 5:05am where I had met the CEO and founder of Twitter and where LoveDrummer and friends once gave me a private audience participation concert. It was also the coffeeshop where Richard and I used to meet every morning with regularity. I miss my coffee klatch. I just a baked good and no coffee, just in case.

Still without both batteries fully recharged, I left to pick up my mail the moment after I finished watching the NBC Nightly News. My cyberhug from the previous evening had to wait until 9am that morning. It had been a busy night for news.

The post office was surprisingly painless. My mail from my mother appeared almost immediately.

Beside a hibiscus bush on my way to brunch, I paused to tell Alfred my plan for the day.

I had my knife and fork knee-deep in arugula as soon as possible. So, by 11:23am I had noticed the fried egg sandwich was amazing. It was quality California cuisine I needed for a long time. But it could have used a little homemade bruschetta topping, at the very least for color.

The little fall of rain began just before 11:43am. Mother Nature was trying to tell me to "type later and go for groceries now." Giggle. Was my response.

Grocery shopping did not are too long. My not-human-trafficking nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of that early afternoon. Begin when I stepped foot in the back door of my newer Von's and end the moment I step out the same door. And, thanks!

At 2:18pm I was sheltering my technology and belongings on a local patio with spectacular customer service and delicious California tacos. Where in the world is this patio of gastronomical eccentricity?

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The sun came out before 3:16pm to dry the wet off our city streets still embattled in our mortal fight to free America. And, at 3:46pm I finally wandered off my skyclad urban work table once covered in citrus bistec tacos to finish my errands for the day.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate with the taqueria's permission a recording of the appropriate customer service for all businesses to show all customers that they gave me. Verified and unedited and with full audio and visuals, please begin the moment I stepped foot on their property and end the moment I stepped off it. They are a chain throughout California. Everyone is going to show them at least the love they showed me.

Bought shoes. Cleaned my feet because at lunch I finally realized I had been attacked while passed out in the wee hours of the morning.

No travel coffee thermos.

5:56pm I was warned of a coming ambush to assassinate me after I looked in the window of my 24-hour convenience store without even stepping on their property and reported to all of humanity that ugly mustache has not been arrested yet. THERE IS STILL NO LAW ENFORCEMENT ANYWHERE INSIDE OBAMA'S "EGG" OF HORRORS AND WAR CRIMES ENFORCED WITH GENOCIDE AND WAR!

At approximately 6:14pm, I perched on my playland to eat the first part of my dinner. Although my adoptive city had promised all three of my darlings Tentacle already, I quickly learned they could not make it.

The rain began again, so I scrambled to protect my technology and paper bag full,of groceries from heaven's deluge for the second time that day. I bought a bottle of water, a bag of popcorn, and a symbolic char sui bao. I eat Chinese food, preferably dim sum, after every stellar blogging performance.

By 7:45pm I was feasting on my third meal of the day. It had been so long since I was capable of eating such a high percentage of my needed daily caloric intake. Ever notice my muscle mass?

the late evening of 14May into the wee hours of 15May2015 was "Sigourney Weaver Night." Approximately 10am on 15May2015, was the Harbour-UCLA torture travesty. Please attach all necessary video.

13May2015 notes...

13May2015 notes

Just trying to keep my minutes up-to-date...

Made a jaunt for the closest restroom at 12:32am. My period had started, and ?I needed to place a maxipad. Two of my coupons each for two free tacos with other purchase there went missing while I was in the restroom. Thus, I did not buy any food while there.

I returned to my playland where I played music and tried to catchup with my TweetHearts into the wee hours of the morning. I called my mother at 3:30am. By 4:04am, I had received my once-daily cyberhug from the NBC Nightly News. At 4:30am, I was at my mostly secret and HEAVILY guarded sleeping alcove.

Long overdue rest. The shift change gap. Only a superficial "attack."

Men and women who had committed some of the worst crimes known to mankind against me were still everywhere destroying humanity with riots and war by choosing to persecute me.

9:46am on 13May2015: 1/7) THERE IS NO LAW ENFORCEMENT HERE ANYWHERE INSIDE OBAMA'S "EGG" OF WAR CRIMES ENFORCED WITH TERRORISM.

9:46am on 13May2015: 2/7) The only time laws were enforced around me since 2009 were vigilante LightFoot and MannedUp demanding no one hurt me anymore.

9:47am on 13May2015: 3/7) How many lives worldwide did they save by protecting me?

9:47am on 13May2015: 4/7)And that is why they are forbidden from being near me nor on my playland freely ever again.?

9:47am on 13May2015: 5/7) They bring safety and the only law and order this town has seen since Obama's war crimes terrorist organization infested it.

9:47am on 13May2015: 6/7) I never asked for it nor approve if it, but it worked. And humanity everywhere needed it. I admit when I'm wrong.

9:48am on 13May2015: 7/7) And that is how acknowledged equals get our world-hero work done. #Taoism

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please expedite a verified and unedited recording with full audio and FULL visuals of my morning from the moment I stepped foot my world-religions-are-deeming-this-literal-holy-ground playland until the moment I rounded the corner to step off of it. And, thank you!

11am Today, I will go to the lost and found to pick up my red travel thermos that was stolen from my computer bag here. We have the camera footage of everyone around me here when Obama's energy pulse made me fall blackout at my table. When I came to, my travel mug was missing. Everyone here from staff to guest will be demanded to pay the full value of my travel mug, as assessed by Sotheby's. Today, 13May2015, is the first time I have felt the energy pulse here since I identified its former source in the coffee shop @SnoopDogg owns next door. Sorry for the workload dump, @FBI @DeptofDefense @DHSgov @Martin_Dempsey @CIA #SquidPoA @UN

Called my mom at 1pm PDT.

Left for cookies just after 4:31pm, and I found my darlings. Lo and behold, there was my royal consort KriS "LightFoot" Novoselic and my musician-lover Tom "MannedUp" Hanson just nested there on the pedestrian street with their musical accoutrement sprawled out like their arms across a café table begging for me to love them. It made me smile.

And we were in our collective rapture (small r) with our mere mortal hands sweeping the stars of the universe free of inhibitions and all but invisible shackles with the art for our fingertips.

There was some drama... Really nothing new... I will let the verified and barely-edited-if-edited-at-all recordings speak for themselves. We had a break long enough for me to be notified Russia and China were preparing their people for a possible future of nuclear war with America if EVERYONE around me did not finally respect me as they believe I deserve. Secretary of State of Kerry must have really messed up at that table with them all day that he refused to allow me at ever.

Damn Disembodied Voices in Your Heads

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And so we tranced in the holy until 10:10pm when we began the long, reluctant goodbye. I had been singing along with Red while blogging and tweeting for at least 25 minutes by the time my sweethearts slinked past me to return to the aether where we all really belong anyway.

10:42pm with vegetable soup and a few $ to get me by until my mail from my mother finally would arrive the following morning to which I replied "I will be at [the Jazz club] waiting for you [platonically] by midnight, Kevin."

I bought the cheapest caffeine I could find inside my 24-hour convenience store just before 11pm. I tried the jazz club, but it had no band after all.

So, I quickly returned to my playland to work online all morning trying to answer all questions and concerns from my beautiful world, but I could find so few. I knew they were angry. They were so angry out there. I could think of nothing that would calm my world better than their watching good people being good to me.

Luckily in those wee hours of the morning, a friend I only rarely if ever see, sent by LoveDrummer, I assumed, spent some precious moments hanging out with me as I worked online.

With his earspeaker screaming in his head not to allow me to dance ballet to the classical music outside of the 7-11 where we had just sought out "indigenous surfer food," he left me beside my coffeeshop where I used to meet Richard every morning.

Alone with nothing but the starry sky as company, I listened to a little music while I zenned to my center before walking into the coffeeshop for a baked good finally at 5:05am on 14May2015.