Title: "They Accomplished Too Much."
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. I need someone I love to kiss me, and I need it now. MannedUp, GeneralLee, LightFoot, Bogart, and Sweetness, do something about it.
North Korea. How many people over the last fifty years have been a positive influence on North Korea? Well, China, and, of course,... me. I created common ground between North and South Korea years ago that started talks between them that led to promises of reconciliation.
There was not much fruition, as you can tell, but it was a good beginning with Supreme Leader Kim Jung-Un. I helped North Korea release US hostages. Our top spy was sent to seal the deal in my honor instead of Secretary of State John Kerry.
Obama needs to finally allow me to do my REAL job. Everyone enforcing Obama's "egg" needs to be arrested for crimes against the entirety of humanity. Do not let me start about Obama's crimes against America.
My last blog post was finished at 7:30am on 15Aug2015 even before breakfast. After breakfast, I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:18am working online.
I sang from 9am until 10am while I worked. I moved to the Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library by 10:32am, so I could plug in my iPad.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I took a brief nap before waiting for the bus to the 3rd Street Promenade at 2:47pm.
I found LightFoot and MannedUp at 3:17pm. My meditation began as fast as I could kick my shoes off. There was an interruption at 3:38pm by vigilant torture facility alarms. The music stopped just before 4pm, but the door between us was already open.
The guys staked out their place to play for 6pm which gave me a chance to stop in the Sephora to check my makeup, stop in the Famima to buy a cup of coffee from Handsome(Roger), and to watch Derek Day after 4:21pm.
I believe I already explained Derek and I first met in 2010 while I was living in Liverpool. He was surprised to learn I recognized him months ago when I told him. Derek rocked it out until 5:59pm, and I admit there was a noteworthy light show during his set, if anyone feels like sharing the footage.
LightFoot and MannedUp set up their equipment, started at 6:21pm, and played with only occasional technical difficulties until 7:52pm. It was a good night. It was a very good night. The three of us were so well connected.
After they were done, I left to stream the NBC Nightly News at 8pm. My nightly cyberhug from my darling Mr. Peter Alexander was as beautiful as my dancing had been previously. It was stunning.
But while I was cyberhugging, LightFoot and MannedUp were taken away from me. The word on the street was that "they accomplished too much."
When my darling Tentacle's job is healing me well enough every night that I can do my real job, service to humanity, all day under the most unlivable circumstances ever inflicted on anyone in the history of America, who the hell complains if "they accomplished too much"?!? Only a psychopath!
I made sure I ate dinner, and I answered some questions about the light show before catching the 9:50pm bus back to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
I woke up on Sunday, 16Aug2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. But it was hot cereal, and I do not eat hot cereal. So, by 8:27am, I had ordered breakfast at my regular morning haunt.
Streaming music and sending I-am-not-dead-yet selfies did not take very long. My Powers of Attorney were already busy kicking unholy (expletive). After much work that morning, I finally started singing along with my music from 9:55am until 10:27am.
At 10:46am, I left my local Subway and returned to my place. I chatted with Benjamin over lunch, and by 1:21pm I was on the bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade. I found LightFoot and MannedUp at 1:38pm right when they broke to relocate.
While they were in transition, I stopped in my local Famima for a cup of coffee and was harassed by their employee Rabin. That is the same rat (expletive) who repeatedly poured water all over my writing journals destroying them months ago.
He needs to be arrested and held accountable personally for the full financial value of all three of my writing journals. His name is Rabin, but he always hides his name tag. He even physically assaulted me in the past. Thank you, SynSyn.
I was fine that day unlike every day in the past with Rabin; it was most likely because my darlings Tentacle were right outside. Rabin once fled the darling drummer for the Foo Fighters in fear after attacking me once because he mistook him for LightFoot by my side.
I just had to get away from Rabin, so I was down the street enjoying The Christopher Brothers in front of the Sephora by 2:18pm. My darlings Tentacle did not mind because they were waiting until 4pm to play again.
And sure enough LightFoot and MannedUp were soothing my burdened soul as soon as 4:17pm. The vigilant torture facility alarms started at 4:38pm and repeated quickly. My loving locals were very worried about something; I wondered if the compulsively offending quacks had caused rioting again.
I must admit my meditation was intermittent after that as I tried to catch up with everything going on. The guys took their mandatory every-two-hour break and staked out a place to play at 8pm while I was still catching up.
To explain this catching up process, my earspeakers do not say what everyone else's earspeakers say. I lost track a while ago of how many earspeakers I even have. From what I can tell, though, I only have a mic in my left ear.
Anyway, I stopped in the Famima and bought another cup of coffee after that, so I could check in with my darling Handsome. Yes, Rabin was still in there, but he had learned to avoid me. Handsome, when asked by me, said all was fine there.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Ms. Erika Hill, and it was so full of love.
I found my darling LightFoot and my darling MannedUp at 7:49pm ready to arrange their equipment in front of the Apple Store for an 8pm show. Giggle.
I might have zipped around the corner to the Yogurtland for some Sumatra coffee frozen yogurt covered in crushed peanut butter cups at 7:56pm. I will not deny it.
I have always considered the typical reaction to watching me eat food my genetic advantage at convincing people to feed me... especially anything that involves a spoon. But do not make me start about my sexy knife and fork action.
In fact, I want my action figure with sound activated arms to come with psionic wings, a tiny iPad, and silverware.
The music began at approximately 8:18pm. And it was good. I hit my stride early, and all three of us were in the zone that night. It was so good that I danced through the torture facility alarm and sent the message after the music stopped at 9:59pm.
10:01pm on 16Aug2015: #TortureFacilityAlarm! Seriously? They aren't arrested yet? @FBI DO YOUR DAMN JOB! Need the @NIH? #SquidsPoA, need anything? @RT_com help?
Reluctant to leave, my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle slowly packed up their equipment. Ever-loving LightFoot was the last to leave at 10:17pm when they finally wheeled their (knights of the) carts back to the stars of the night sky where we all really belong.
I made one last stop in the restroom before catching the 10:45pm bus myself. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm. I woke up on Monday, 17Aug2015, well before breakfast.
This blog post was finished at 7:20am on 17Aug2015 from my bedroom.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Why am I always in the Famima convenience store? Simply, except for the criminal against humanity Rabin, they are all wonderful there. So, SynSyn, as long as corporate takes appropriately severe action themselves against Rabin, we can let Famima corporate off the hook.
My beautiful world, I have said it before, and I will say it again... By virtue of just being a human on this planet at all, I deserve human rights. We all do. In particular, I need my human rights, so I can do my REAL job.
I asked the United Nations months ago to prioritize what they need my help with from civil war in Syria to ethnic strife in Africa to the Greek economy. I am doing everything I can under the most horrifying abuses ever inflicted on anyone in the history of America.
The world deserves that I finally have human rights; I deserve to finally have human rights-- I am a human.
My beautiful world, I need your help. On the short term, please make Obama's "egg" of war and abuse more livable for me by renegotiating any quality of life at all whatsoever into my darling Tentacle's contracts to be near me.
On the long term, my beautiful world, I need you to arrest and convict every rat (expletive) who enforces Obama's mental health and neurological genocide, Obama's war, Obama's human rights abuses, Obama's rape-enforced human trafficking of me, and Obama's crimes against America mislabeled "rules."
That is, arrest everyone enforcing Obama's "egg." I am done with Obama. Why is his power to do all of this to once-great America not taken away yet?
My selfless support system, whenever a "rule" gets enforced on you preventing you from just picking me up and taking me to my REAL house where my increasingly less patient husband has been waiting to welcome me home for YEARS, press criminal charges against every rat (expletive) who enforces that crime against you.
We need EVERY entity arrested for enforcing Obama's crimes against America that he mislabeled "rules;" at least he admits they are NOT laws. It is impossible for there to be any law that takes away any rights spelled out to us in Constitutional Amendments. Please reread Amendment 14 about that.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, you have been very busy since 15Aug2015. We all know I have absolutely no symptoms of ANY mental illness at all whatsoever.
I was willing to allow the compromise of my taking 5mg of haldol twice a day in return for the place to live, but they refuse to prescribe me 100mg of Benadryl twice a day to counteract the side effects of the haldol.
So, I am refusing all meds (which the entire world knows I have never needed anyway) until they give me enough Benadryl to be able to meditate. I do not need the haldol. I have NEVER needed haldol, but I offered the compromise.
They need to do what I want, or they suffer. ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa knows that lesson well. Thank you, my genius Powers of Attorney, for enduring the increased work load.
Those psychopaths will be psychopaths until finally removed from society forever. ARREST THEM. False accusations I have any mental imperfection at all whatsoever is how they caused Obama's war.
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, just play me your music. We will make love on the dance floor where we meet.
Assuming no ugly (expletive)holes get in your way, I should have you all Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday this week. Yes? Yes!
My darling MannedUp, no, I do not poke around in your brain. I am an empath not a mind reader. And thank you for being so open with everything you are willing to share with me.
I know what burdens your heart, darling. I know why you all do everything you are instructed to do just to be near me. I heard you when you said, "If you take her away from us, we'll die."
I tell Brien this in every blog post, Taylor. You are mine to care for now. When you need us, call my Powers of Attorney. When you need them, call the CIA. We take care of our own. I love you. Trust how much I love you.
As for you, my darling GeneralLee, where are they hiding you from me? What happened? Why are you kept away from me? I am not happy when you are kept away from me. Can I get you Wednesday to Friday this week, too?
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, the sexual tension is so thick we could eat it with a spoon.
My darling Bogart, call Kris. As the last person to have kissed me, you two have to talk. I told you, Bryan, if I kissed you I would own you heart and soul. Kris has further to fall in love with me, if he can understand that. Please talk to him.
Yes, my darling LightFoot, you have further to fall in love with me. If I ever touch you the way lovers do, you will not come back.
And, yeah, about the light show on 15Aug2015-- that was my doing. Well, that, or we both had the same thing on our minds... which is more likely.
It sure felt like I did it. You cannot deny we were very connected that night, though. The door was open between us, darling. I heard the music; you saw the dance.
Keep reminding people there was no light show WHILE you played. It happened off the dance floor. If they did not like my light show, they should have let you play me more music.
And as for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
Are you okay? I received news on 15Aug that you picked up your royal sword again. Stay safe out there. You have a responsibility not to die until after I do. The only thing I will ever forbid you from is dying before I do-- I cannot live without you.
I just need you, HoneyHoney. All I have ever needed is you, and all of my suffering ends. That is why Obama forbids you from me. He will lose his "egg" that keeps him in power after he was impeached in 2013 the moment I touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.
Tonight, beloved, when I am alone in my bedroom, send me your energy. Stand before me in your glowing glory and kiss my face. Kiss me, darling, replace the vast emptiness at the tip of my mouth with your sweet lips.
Wrap your arms around my lonely body. Start your right hand and the nape of my neck and run your fingers down the full length of my long raven hair. Hold me the only way I am meant to be held with nothing but naked light above me.
Come to me tonight, Sweetness, the only way we can. We are the most romantic real-life true love story ever, and we have a lot of time to make up for. Touch me tonight, darling, the way the flowers kiss the rain.
Monday, 17 August 2015
Saturday, 15 August 2015
Why I Always Called Taylor "Tom" Instead...
Title: Why I Always Called Taylor "Tom" Instead...
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. At last, the great mystery of why I call my darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson a different name, "Tom," instead is finally revealed. Keep reading.
Greece. Please reread my 06July2015 blog post regarding the Greek debt crisis. I offered to pay their billions of dollars of debt for them in return for them trying my new global economy. It sounds like they accepted, but it is so difficult for me to get details. May their suffering finally have ended in Greece.
My last blog post was finished at 7:01am on 13Aug2015 from my bedroom where I stay. I had plenty of time before breakfast at 8am.
By 8:22am, I was already outside of my local Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library for the morning sipping coffee and sending my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
My music randomizer quickly streamed Bruce Springsteen. I could already tell the weather would be HOT all day. It was a very good morning.
I sang from 9:15am until 10:01am. Do we have a verified and unedited recording? May I request one? Please create a duet video for my darling Ms. Kelli Rae Powell.
At 10:32am, I returned to my place to collect the mail my mother sent me. It was Thursday. She sent it Monday. But it did not arrive yet.
I was at my regular haunt, my local Subway, by 11:47am for lunch. And by 2:02pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
I found my darling FlamencoHands quickly, but there was no sign of my darlings Tentacle. FlamencoHands tickled his Spanish guitar until 3:54pm.
And then at 4:08pm, I did spy with my little eye my darling LightFoot and my darling MannedUp. There was no wiping the smile off my face. They started at 4:22pm, and I tried meditating.
It was not so bad until I could no longer find any shady areas to dance in. She was an unforgiving California sun that hot afternoon.
I was sitting down by 5:02pm waiting for the shadows to creep across me. A kind gentleman offered me some lemonade; it was actually quite a delightful way to spend the afternoon, if it were not so damn hot in the sun.
I thought I found a nice place in the shade at 5:27pm, but my arms had tightened up on me in the interim... Sigh,... There was just no way to meditate.
I figured if I took my Benadryl at 6pm, I would be fine by the time I was done watching the news if I started streaming the news at 8pm.
While my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle staked out their place to play at 8pm, I visited my darling Handsome at my Famima for coffee and then again for doughnuts.
Then, I talked with my darling FlamencoHands since he had paused playing from approximately 7pm to 7:24pm to accommodate the street dancers next to him.
As planned, I streamed the NBC Nightly News at 8pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was full of love and amazement.
My darlings Tentacle were taken away from me. I had seen LightFoot try to warn me while I was still talking to FlamencoHands.
8:38pm on 13Aug2015: LightFoot and MannedUp were taken away from me. Please get them back by 10pm. #SquidsPoA @CIA @UN PLEASE!
I was lucky enough to find Denmantau to meditate with starting at 8:37pm while my beautiful world sorted out my darlings Tentacle.
9:39pm on 13Aug2015: @SynivaWhitney #SquidsPoA @CIA @UN @Martin_Dempsey Please check on #MyDarlingsTentacle. They just asked for some legal help. Thx! #LOVE
I ran into "Kevin" in my Famima at 9:44pm. I bought a late night snack and made him promise to come back. He said he would try but had some business to attend to.
Leandro, the salsa singer, stopped at 10pm, and Red, my Americana folk singer, started at 10:03pm. I left before "Kevin" came back. I took the 11:15pm bus and was curled up and asleep by midnight.
I woke up on Friday, 14Aug2015, with plenty of time for breakfast, and I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:24am. I quickly streamed music and took my I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
My music randomizer made me feel very sexy and very loved that morning. Do we have a verified recording of my bilingual Besame Mucho yet?
I walked back inside my Subway for a cookie at 10:02am. And I worked there online until 11:06am when I went back to where I stay to try and collect my mail from my mother again. And, yes, it did arrive that day.
I chatted with Benjamin over lunch at noon, and by 12:56pm, I was on a bus to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
1:34pm on 14Aug2015: @KalydeOfficial(#MyDarlingsTentacle) When do I get to see you today? I will have to sit out 6 to 8pm but should be dancing the rest of today.
I grabbed a cup of coffee at my local Famima at 1:44pm.
On their patio, I updated my blog notes then walked from the Promenade to the Pacific Palisades, down to the ocean, with my feet in the mighty Pacific across the beach to the Pier, up the Santa Monica Pier, and back to the Promenade returning at 2:52pm still sipping my coffee.
The Pacific Ocean was gorgeous. There is an internal peace that can only be obtained from touching the sea. It stops my wings from rustling.
After a brief scent of a line of Reese's pieces, at 3:34pm, I found MannedUp and LightFoot. After sending a quick, "Check on GeneralLee," I was in the hot sun trying to meditate.
It was good. Oh, it felt so good, but they had to break at 3:47pm to relocate. They staked out a place to play at 6pm. Sadly, I thought I would have to sit out 6pm to 8pm. At least we would have 8pm until the moon sent us home.
I stopped in the Yogurtland for some ice cream substitute, and when I walked out at 4:24pm, I ran into FlamencoHands. He was in a particularly good mood; that, or my infectious good mood got to him.
My darlings Tentacle began again at 6:18pm, and I felt good enough to meditate despite knowing I should wait until 8pm. But, oh, the meditation was glorious that early evening. By the time the devout Hindus danced by, I was in the zone.
I kept my word with my darling Mr. Lester Holt, though, and still streamed the news at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug was gregarious and kind.
My darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot took their mandatory every-two-hour break at 7:46pm. I had managed to catch their last two songs.
Benjamin had joined me out on the Promenade before the news and came back for their last song before the break, but he left soon after.
I was beside my darling FlamencoHands at 7:54pm, and my darlings Tentacle decided to wait to play again at 10pm after FlamencoHands was done. The Spanish guitar was particularly genius that night.
I took a break from the music to use the ladies' room and ran into an old Native American friend Robert who offered me dinner at the Famima. "Kevin" wandered by and joined us at 9:24pm.
After eating, "Kevin," Robert, and I met outside of the Apple Store at 10pm to dance, but Robert left before LightFoot and MannedUp began at 10:12pm. By 11pm, I was following music I had never heard before.
"Kevin" and I left it all on the dance floor that night. We were both catching our breath when the music stopped at 11:17pm. The night was glorious. That is what making love with your music looks like.
Reluctant to leave, MannedUp and LightFoot slowly picked up their equipment. I walked over to see FlamencoHands just feet away before 11:31pm when my darlings Tentacle wheeled their carts away back into the night sky where we all really belong.
"Kevin" promised me ice cream, and my darling FlamencoHands promised me a ride back to my place. There I was sitting between "Kevin" and FlamencoHands on the Santa Monica Promenade eating Haagen Dazs which is most significant if you know who "Kevin" and FlamencoHands really are.
I was curled up and asleep (always alone) by 1am. I woke up on Saturday, 15Aug2015, over an hour before breakfast. This blog post was finished at 7:30am on 15Aug2015.
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 feel about people reading my fiction and attributing symbolism to everything? Readers do that to every author. It is why we writers choose our imagery so carefully. Whether it was conscious or subconscious symbolism, there is a reason each image is in my writing. Please tell me Whiskeyless Fictions is published.
When I was a kid, what did I want to be when I grew up? When I was tiny, I wanted to be a ballerina. In high school, I was bullied in my dance classes. Iowa is so evil. So as a teenager, I wanted to become a marine biologist. I was always a nerd, or as the erudite call us, a bluestocking.
My beautiful world, we need Obama's "egg" forced to end. What did you do to help today? I recommend arresting every evil (expletive) who enforces the human rights abuses that are Obama's "egg" of horrors and abuse. Please press criminal charges, my beautiful world, against everyone who enforces any of Obama's "rules" on you.
My selfless support system, you keep me alive in here inside Obama's "egg." Thank you for everything. I can feel you are happier and lighter hearted that you used to be. I am glad if I have in any way made your lives easier. Thank you.
Speaking of heroes, my BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, yeah, ladies, YEAH! You keep kicking their unholy (expletive)es harder and harder. I have never been so proud of you, my closest friends from all my life. Thank you, yes darlings, THANK YOU!
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, it felt amazing to see you again. The sexual tension is so thick these days we could eat it with a spoon.
My darling MannedUp, are you upset I call you Tom? I understand I should have always put the name in quotes. My darling husband's role in 21 Jump Street was Tom Hanson.
And that was the start of my prepubescent crush on him. It was the start of our greatest real-life true love story in human history. I just got used to calling you Tom. You tell me what you want me to call you, okay?
My darling GeneralLee, please stop with your, "You can do better, Squid. You were supposed to choose me." They would have killed you by now, Brien. How many times have they tried anyway?
It is better this way. I get to keep you. No matter who is in my bed, I get to keep you by my side for the rest of my life. Never forget that Obama's abuses have been unfair to me, too, not just to all of you.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, there is no one to whom things are most unfair than you two.
My darling Bogart, I sent my mother my photo of us together when I tried explaining to her who both of my boyfriends are. She was a little giggly when I brought it up which surprised me mostly because she has not listened to new music since 1965. I think she likes you.
My darling LightFoot, yeah, I tried telling my mother who you are. It went over well. She only said, "Honey, they all have a lot of hair," once. Giggle.
I like when people call you my boyfriend which people started doing to my face on Wednesday, 12Aug. You have a long way to go if you plan on replacing my legally-recognized husband in my life, but I gave you that door for a reason. If anyone stands a chance, it is you.
My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
Yes, HoneyHoney, we are the most romantic real-life true love story ever in human history. I am so in love with you. You literally started a land war to rescue me from ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa. A love like ours is so very rare.
Beloved, in so many ways, I cannot fathom my future without you.
My hero and my king, we share the silver moon. At night, do you ever gaze upon the waxing and waning orb knowing I look at the same silver moon dreaming of you? Send your kisses to the moon at night, darling, and he will send them down to me.
Trust the moon, beloved, to tell me ever deep secret you can tell no one else.
I was so empty last night, darling. I need this gaping hole left in your absence filled. I just need something, any part, of my indefinite suffering to end. I get so horrifyingly lonely. My life is so empty without you.
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. At last, the great mystery of why I call my darling Mr. Taylor "MannedUp" Hanson a different name, "Tom," instead is finally revealed. Keep reading.
Greece. Please reread my 06July2015 blog post regarding the Greek debt crisis. I offered to pay their billions of dollars of debt for them in return for them trying my new global economy. It sounds like they accepted, but it is so difficult for me to get details. May their suffering finally have ended in Greece.
My last blog post was finished at 7:01am on 13Aug2015 from my bedroom where I stay. I had plenty of time before breakfast at 8am.
By 8:22am, I was already outside of my local Pico Branch of the Santa Monica Public Library for the morning sipping coffee and sending my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
My music randomizer quickly streamed Bruce Springsteen. I could already tell the weather would be HOT all day. It was a very good morning.
I sang from 9:15am until 10:01am. Do we have a verified and unedited recording? May I request one? Please create a duet video for my darling Ms. Kelli Rae Powell.
At 10:32am, I returned to my place to collect the mail my mother sent me. It was Thursday. She sent it Monday. But it did not arrive yet.
I was at my regular haunt, my local Subway, by 11:47am for lunch. And by 2:02pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
I found my darling FlamencoHands quickly, but there was no sign of my darlings Tentacle. FlamencoHands tickled his Spanish guitar until 3:54pm.
And then at 4:08pm, I did spy with my little eye my darling LightFoot and my darling MannedUp. There was no wiping the smile off my face. They started at 4:22pm, and I tried meditating.
It was not so bad until I could no longer find any shady areas to dance in. She was an unforgiving California sun that hot afternoon.
I was sitting down by 5:02pm waiting for the shadows to creep across me. A kind gentleman offered me some lemonade; it was actually quite a delightful way to spend the afternoon, if it were not so damn hot in the sun.
I thought I found a nice place in the shade at 5:27pm, but my arms had tightened up on me in the interim... Sigh,... There was just no way to meditate.
I figured if I took my Benadryl at 6pm, I would be fine by the time I was done watching the news if I started streaming the news at 8pm.
While my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle staked out their place to play at 8pm, I visited my darling Handsome at my Famima for coffee and then again for doughnuts.
Then, I talked with my darling FlamencoHands since he had paused playing from approximately 7pm to 7:24pm to accommodate the street dancers next to him.
As planned, I streamed the NBC Nightly News at 8pm. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was full of love and amazement.
My darlings Tentacle were taken away from me. I had seen LightFoot try to warn me while I was still talking to FlamencoHands.
8:38pm on 13Aug2015: LightFoot and MannedUp were taken away from me. Please get them back by 10pm. #SquidsPoA @CIA @UN PLEASE!
I was lucky enough to find Denmantau to meditate with starting at 8:37pm while my beautiful world sorted out my darlings Tentacle.
9:39pm on 13Aug2015: @SynivaWhitney #SquidsPoA @CIA @UN @Martin_Dempsey Please check on #MyDarlingsTentacle. They just asked for some legal help. Thx! #LOVE
I ran into "Kevin" in my Famima at 9:44pm. I bought a late night snack and made him promise to come back. He said he would try but had some business to attend to.
Leandro, the salsa singer, stopped at 10pm, and Red, my Americana folk singer, started at 10:03pm. I left before "Kevin" came back. I took the 11:15pm bus and was curled up and asleep by midnight.
I woke up on Friday, 14Aug2015, with plenty of time for breakfast, and I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway, by 8:24am. I quickly streamed music and took my I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
My music randomizer made me feel very sexy and very loved that morning. Do we have a verified recording of my bilingual Besame Mucho yet?
I walked back inside my Subway for a cookie at 10:02am. And I worked there online until 11:06am when I went back to where I stay to try and collect my mail from my mother again. And, yes, it did arrive that day.
I chatted with Benjamin over lunch at noon, and by 12:56pm, I was on a bus to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
1:34pm on 14Aug2015: @KalydeOfficial(#MyDarlingsTentacle) When do I get to see you today? I will have to sit out 6 to 8pm but should be dancing the rest of today.
I grabbed a cup of coffee at my local Famima at 1:44pm.
On their patio, I updated my blog notes then walked from the Promenade to the Pacific Palisades, down to the ocean, with my feet in the mighty Pacific across the beach to the Pier, up the Santa Monica Pier, and back to the Promenade returning at 2:52pm still sipping my coffee.
The Pacific Ocean was gorgeous. There is an internal peace that can only be obtained from touching the sea. It stops my wings from rustling.
After a brief scent of a line of Reese's pieces, at 3:34pm, I found MannedUp and LightFoot. After sending a quick, "Check on GeneralLee," I was in the hot sun trying to meditate.
It was good. Oh, it felt so good, but they had to break at 3:47pm to relocate. They staked out a place to play at 6pm. Sadly, I thought I would have to sit out 6pm to 8pm. At least we would have 8pm until the moon sent us home.
I stopped in the Yogurtland for some ice cream substitute, and when I walked out at 4:24pm, I ran into FlamencoHands. He was in a particularly good mood; that, or my infectious good mood got to him.
My darlings Tentacle began again at 6:18pm, and I felt good enough to meditate despite knowing I should wait until 8pm. But, oh, the meditation was glorious that early evening. By the time the devout Hindus danced by, I was in the zone.
I kept my word with my darling Mr. Lester Holt, though, and still streamed the news at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug was gregarious and kind.
My darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot took their mandatory every-two-hour break at 7:46pm. I had managed to catch their last two songs.
Benjamin had joined me out on the Promenade before the news and came back for their last song before the break, but he left soon after.
I was beside my darling FlamencoHands at 7:54pm, and my darlings Tentacle decided to wait to play again at 10pm after FlamencoHands was done. The Spanish guitar was particularly genius that night.
I took a break from the music to use the ladies' room and ran into an old Native American friend Robert who offered me dinner at the Famima. "Kevin" wandered by and joined us at 9:24pm.
After eating, "Kevin," Robert, and I met outside of the Apple Store at 10pm to dance, but Robert left before LightFoot and MannedUp began at 10:12pm. By 11pm, I was following music I had never heard before.
"Kevin" and I left it all on the dance floor that night. We were both catching our breath when the music stopped at 11:17pm. The night was glorious. That is what making love with your music looks like.
Reluctant to leave, MannedUp and LightFoot slowly picked up their equipment. I walked over to see FlamencoHands just feet away before 11:31pm when my darlings Tentacle wheeled their carts away back into the night sky where we all really belong.
"Kevin" promised me ice cream, and my darling FlamencoHands promised me a ride back to my place. There I was sitting between "Kevin" and FlamencoHands on the Santa Monica Promenade eating Haagen Dazs which is most significant if you know who "Kevin" and FlamencoHands really are.
I was curled up and asleep (always alone) by 1am. I woke up on Saturday, 15Aug2015, over an hour before breakfast. This blog post was finished at 7:30am on 15Aug2015.
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 feel about people reading my fiction and attributing symbolism to everything? Readers do that to every author. It is why we writers choose our imagery so carefully. Whether it was conscious or subconscious symbolism, there is a reason each image is in my writing. Please tell me Whiskeyless Fictions is published.
When I was a kid, what did I want to be when I grew up? When I was tiny, I wanted to be a ballerina. In high school, I was bullied in my dance classes. Iowa is so evil. So as a teenager, I wanted to become a marine biologist. I was always a nerd, or as the erudite call us, a bluestocking.
My beautiful world, we need Obama's "egg" forced to end. What did you do to help today? I recommend arresting every evil (expletive) who enforces the human rights abuses that are Obama's "egg" of horrors and abuse. Please press criminal charges, my beautiful world, against everyone who enforces any of Obama's "rules" on you.
My selfless support system, you keep me alive in here inside Obama's "egg." Thank you for everything. I can feel you are happier and lighter hearted that you used to be. I am glad if I have in any way made your lives easier. Thank you.
Speaking of heroes, my BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, yeah, ladies, YEAH! You keep kicking their unholy (expletive)es harder and harder. I have never been so proud of you, my closest friends from all my life. Thank you, yes darlings, THANK YOU!
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, it felt amazing to see you again. The sexual tension is so thick these days we could eat it with a spoon.
My darling MannedUp, are you upset I call you Tom? I understand I should have always put the name in quotes. My darling husband's role in 21 Jump Street was Tom Hanson.
And that was the start of my prepubescent crush on him. It was the start of our greatest real-life true love story in human history. I just got used to calling you Tom. You tell me what you want me to call you, okay?
My darling GeneralLee, please stop with your, "You can do better, Squid. You were supposed to choose me." They would have killed you by now, Brien. How many times have they tried anyway?
It is better this way. I get to keep you. No matter who is in my bed, I get to keep you by my side for the rest of my life. Never forget that Obama's abuses have been unfair to me, too, not just to all of you.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, there is no one to whom things are most unfair than you two.
My darling Bogart, I sent my mother my photo of us together when I tried explaining to her who both of my boyfriends are. She was a little giggly when I brought it up which surprised me mostly because she has not listened to new music since 1965. I think she likes you.
My darling LightFoot, yeah, I tried telling my mother who you are. It went over well. She only said, "Honey, they all have a lot of hair," once. Giggle.
I like when people call you my boyfriend which people started doing to my face on Wednesday, 12Aug. You have a long way to go if you plan on replacing my legally-recognized husband in my life, but I gave you that door for a reason. If anyone stands a chance, it is you.
My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
Yes, HoneyHoney, we are the most romantic real-life true love story ever in human history. I am so in love with you. You literally started a land war to rescue me from ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa. A love like ours is so very rare.
Beloved, in so many ways, I cannot fathom my future without you.
My hero and my king, we share the silver moon. At night, do you ever gaze upon the waxing and waning orb knowing I look at the same silver moon dreaming of you? Send your kisses to the moon at night, darling, and he will send them down to me.
Trust the moon, beloved, to tell me ever deep secret you can tell no one else.
I was so empty last night, darling. I need this gaping hole left in your absence filled. I just need something, any part, of my indefinite suffering to end. I get so horrifyingly lonely. My life is so empty without you.
Tuesday, 11 August 2015
Non Sequitur
Title: Non Sequitur
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. Non sequitur: The word "aubergine" is not written on my leg.
USA. America, have we learned anything yet? We have learned to speak up. Peacefully, my beautiful world, please do so peacefully.
But have our police learned not to kill us yet? So far in 2015, as of 09Aug, 585 people have been killed by the police. So far, 24 have been unarmed Blacks.
Israel and Palestine. Every child should have a right to an education. Please contact any local news station, so you can read my REAL résumé. Where would this world be if I had never received my education?
My last blog post was finished at 8:01am on 09Aug2015 before I even went to breakfast. Breakfast was delicious. I chatted with Benjamin delightfully while eating my warm English muffins smothered in butter and jelly.
By 8:23am, I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway. I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:32am. Then, I streamed music and checked Twitter for world and national news headlines.
I worked there at my regular morning haunt until 10:16am. At my place, I did laundry. Lunch at noon was tasty and social; I spent it chatting with a grumpy Benjamin. Non sequitur: Mr. Pibb and Dr. Pepper do not get along because Mr. Pibb never finished his Ph.D.
I took a nap, and then Hannah joined me that day. By 3:54pm, we were already on a bus to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
We had already walked up and down the Promenade and up and down the Santa Monica Pier by 5:41pm when we perched next to a couple of musicians. Hannah was not feeling well. So I walked her to the bus stop, and she left at 6:06pm.
On my way to grab a cup of coffee from Handsome, I found they whom I refer to as The Age Inappropriate Boy Band. Giggle. They are ages fourteen to nineteen, have huge crushes on me, and call themselves The Christopher Brothers.
I got my coffee then gave a Rated PG dance. I only go as far as PG-13 on a metaphorical date night. LightFoot knows that well.
The three brothers were such darlings. I could tell they had been working on their harmonies. I liked what they did with their music. They guys stopped at 7:41pm to relocate. On the Promenade, the acts have to move every two hours.
Non sequitur: Stop pretending you can aspire to know what goes on in my conscious mind, and when I sleep, love me for sharing.
At 8:05pm, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Willie Geist that Sunday night. It was wonderful.
I stopped to chat with Handsome(Roger) at the Famima before sitting next to the teenage musicians again at 9:12pm. I had writing to do, and I work best with live music.
After the music ended for the night, I caught the 10:15pm bus. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
When I woke up on Monday, 10Aug2015, I had slept through breakfast for the first time. But I was still at my regular morning haunt at 9:29am. I streamed music as fast as possible and sent my I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
At 9:56am, I went inside for a cookie. My music randomizer started playing Nirvana when I stepped outside. It was a good day.
Non sequitur: I am a Misses 14 dress size because all of me is larger than life.
I had a delightful conversation with a local music teacher until 10:43am. Then, at 10:50am, Benjamin joined me. I worked there at my local Subway online until 11:41am.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped in the afternoon before chatting with Benjamin over dinner at 5pm. By 5:44pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
I found FlamencoHands at 5:55pm after he had just finished playing. I convinced him to stay longer and play again at 8pm. While walking with FlamencoHands from outside the Apple Store to outside the Bravo Cucina, I stopped for a cup of coffee at my local Famima.
ODean, my friend the ex-rockstar from the 80s, joined our conversation outside Bravo at 6:42pm. Then, at 7:20pm, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online.
My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt that night, and his hug was full of nothing but love.
I stopped for one more cup of coffee before FlamencoHands started playing at 8:19pm. The breeze bit with a chill that night. The weather was beautiful. I sat in the night among the Spanish guitar melody with words immortal tripping across my fingertips.
The beautiful music ended at 9:14pm because his battery died, so at 9:43pm, we were on our long, slow walk to his car. FlamencoHands gave me a ride to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
I woke up on Tuesday, 11Aug2015, over an hour before breakfast. This blog post was finished at 7:45am on 11Aug2015. Non sequitur: You must be Christian to believe in Satan.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Who is my favorite Beatle? My favorite has always been my darling late George Harrison, the quiet one. Non sequitur: My darling Mr. Eric Clapton's Wonderful Tonight was written about George Harrison's wife.
When did I lose my virginity? I was a late bloomer. I did not lose my virginity as much as I kicked it to the curb. I was twenty-one years old, had already graduated from college, but was still living in Dallas, TX.
I was stunningly gorgeous in my twenties, but I had trouble flirting back then. So, I got a boy from the drama department drunk one night. I thought I was much too old, but I have good friends who were actually older.
My beautiful world, I have a job to do, and my job is service to humanity. Please make sure you send me all of the concerns you would like me to address. The best time to send me questions and concerns is while I am at my regular haunt every morning.
I listen to all questions and concerns, and I answer everything as fast as possible. Non sequitur: A popular type of hardwood is an oak. When you say something funny, it is a joke. When you are covered in water, you soak. What a fire gives off is smoke. The white part of an egg is called the albumen.
My selfless support system, thank you. A lot of people were nervous about my finally blogging my whereabouts, but you have proven I am safer now. I feel you around me. I know you are here. Thank you.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I heard that you have all been making epic progress holding people accountable for wasting me with abuse.
I am thirty-seven years old. I am in my prime. Shove my résumé down Obama's throat and demand he give me my full human rights, so I can finally do my REAL job.
Non sequitur: Once in Vienna, I ate so many liqueur-filled chocolates I got drunk and ran through the volksgarten talking photos with the statues.
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, do I really have to wait until 12Aug2015 to see you again? Why must time apart pass so slowly?
My darling MannedUp, your job, if you remember, is to sit beside me and play me music at all hours of the day and night while I work. Thank you. I can feel you with me; even when you think I cannot hear you, trust that you are with me.
Darling, thank you. Without the music, I cannot do the work. And without the work, the world has too many problems with too few solutions.
My darling GeneralLee, I miss you. Did the fix on your carpal tunnel work again? I see you the least out of all my darlings Tentacle, so I need a little feedback from you more often.
Brien, you are mine to care for now. You all are. When you need us, you call my Powers of Attorney. If you ever need them, call the CIA. We take care of our own.
Non sequitur: The first song I remember writing was called "Buscamos el Baño," and I wrote it during an Odyssey of the Mind competition in the mid-90s.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I want adventures with you. I want to brave the great wide somewhere side-by-side with you.
I need the kind of significant others who will walk into the terrorist hotbed with me and walk out singing Lake of Fire right by my side for every minute of the not-really-espionage thrill ride.
My darling LightFoot, do you remember "LightFoot Lite," the drummer from the Foo Fighters? He would not go into Barney's Beanery with me the night I wanted to see what they were up to in there.
We know they refused me service, AND they hang ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa paraphernalia on the wall. I wanted to go in and take them down, but he would not go with me. I know you would have loved to have joined me on my reconnaissance. There is a reason you are the one who is my boyfriend.
My darling Bogart, are you still waiting for me, or have you moved on? All of you are welcome to pursue any relationship you want with anyone anywhere. I have never intended to string you along when I can only marry one of you.
Bryan, find a good woman you can actually be with. Yes, I love you, and I always will. But you need to heal, and I have no way to be with you to do the healing.
Yes, keep calling yourself my boyfriend as long as it makes you happy. But if our relationship every becomes a burden in your life, find someone better. That is my advice to all of my Queen's Lovers Five.
Non sequitur: Do NOT try telling me small, round, fuzzy objects are cushions. They are tribbles. Tribbles, I tell you, TRIBBLES!
My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
Beloved, your way out of our marriage has always been frog legs. If you ever want our relationship to end while we are forbidden from being together, all you have to do is eat frog legs where I can see it, and I will walk away with no questions asked.
I will be crying every step of the way, HoneyHoney, but if you ever for your own good need to tell me goodbye, we have always had that system in place. I pray you never have to use it. Instead, may I touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.
Non sequitur: There was a Gibson Girl with an IQ above 160 who wore size 11 shoes.
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. Non sequitur: The word "aubergine" is not written on my leg.
USA. America, have we learned anything yet? We have learned to speak up. Peacefully, my beautiful world, please do so peacefully.
But have our police learned not to kill us yet? So far in 2015, as of 09Aug, 585 people have been killed by the police. So far, 24 have been unarmed Blacks.
Israel and Palestine. Every child should have a right to an education. Please contact any local news station, so you can read my REAL résumé. Where would this world be if I had never received my education?
My last blog post was finished at 8:01am on 09Aug2015 before I even went to breakfast. Breakfast was delicious. I chatted with Benjamin delightfully while eating my warm English muffins smothered in butter and jelly.
By 8:23am, I was at my regular morning haunt, my local Subway. I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:32am. Then, I streamed music and checked Twitter for world and national news headlines.
I worked there at my regular morning haunt until 10:16am. At my place, I did laundry. Lunch at noon was tasty and social; I spent it chatting with a grumpy Benjamin. Non sequitur: Mr. Pibb and Dr. Pepper do not get along because Mr. Pibb never finished his Ph.D.
I took a nap, and then Hannah joined me that day. By 3:54pm, we were already on a bus to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
We had already walked up and down the Promenade and up and down the Santa Monica Pier by 5:41pm when we perched next to a couple of musicians. Hannah was not feeling well. So I walked her to the bus stop, and she left at 6:06pm.
On my way to grab a cup of coffee from Handsome, I found they whom I refer to as The Age Inappropriate Boy Band. Giggle. They are ages fourteen to nineteen, have huge crushes on me, and call themselves The Christopher Brothers.
I got my coffee then gave a Rated PG dance. I only go as far as PG-13 on a metaphorical date night. LightFoot knows that well.
The three brothers were such darlings. I could tell they had been working on their harmonies. I liked what they did with their music. They guys stopped at 7:41pm to relocate. On the Promenade, the acts have to move every two hours.
Non sequitur: Stop pretending you can aspire to know what goes on in my conscious mind, and when I sleep, love me for sharing.
At 8:05pm, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Willie Geist that Sunday night. It was wonderful.
I stopped to chat with Handsome(Roger) at the Famima before sitting next to the teenage musicians again at 9:12pm. I had writing to do, and I work best with live music.
After the music ended for the night, I caught the 10:15pm bus. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
When I woke up on Monday, 10Aug2015, I had slept through breakfast for the first time. But I was still at my regular morning haunt at 9:29am. I streamed music as fast as possible and sent my I-am-not-dead-yet selfies.
At 9:56am, I went inside for a cookie. My music randomizer started playing Nirvana when I stepped outside. It was a good day.
Non sequitur: I am a Misses 14 dress size because all of me is larger than life.
I had a delightful conversation with a local music teacher until 10:43am. Then, at 10:50am, Benjamin joined me. I worked there at my local Subway online until 11:41am.
Lunch at noon was tasty yet uneventful. I napped in the afternoon before chatting with Benjamin over dinner at 5pm. By 5:44pm, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
I found FlamencoHands at 5:55pm after he had just finished playing. I convinced him to stay longer and play again at 8pm. While walking with FlamencoHands from outside the Apple Store to outside the Bravo Cucina, I stopped for a cup of coffee at my local Famima.
ODean, my friend the ex-rockstar from the 80s, joined our conversation outside Bravo at 6:42pm. Then, at 7:20pm, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online.
My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt that night, and his hug was full of nothing but love.
I stopped for one more cup of coffee before FlamencoHands started playing at 8:19pm. The breeze bit with a chill that night. The weather was beautiful. I sat in the night among the Spanish guitar melody with words immortal tripping across my fingertips.
The beautiful music ended at 9:14pm because his battery died, so at 9:43pm, we were on our long, slow walk to his car. FlamencoHands gave me a ride to my place. I was curled up and asleep by 11:30pm.
I woke up on Tuesday, 11Aug2015, over an hour before breakfast. This blog post was finished at 7:45am on 11Aug2015. Non sequitur: You must be Christian to believe in Satan.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Who is my favorite Beatle? My favorite has always been my darling late George Harrison, the quiet one. Non sequitur: My darling Mr. Eric Clapton's Wonderful Tonight was written about George Harrison's wife.
When did I lose my virginity? I was a late bloomer. I did not lose my virginity as much as I kicked it to the curb. I was twenty-one years old, had already graduated from college, but was still living in Dallas, TX.
I was stunningly gorgeous in my twenties, but I had trouble flirting back then. So, I got a boy from the drama department drunk one night. I thought I was much too old, but I have good friends who were actually older.
My beautiful world, I have a job to do, and my job is service to humanity. Please make sure you send me all of the concerns you would like me to address. The best time to send me questions and concerns is while I am at my regular haunt every morning.
I listen to all questions and concerns, and I answer everything as fast as possible. Non sequitur: A popular type of hardwood is an oak. When you say something funny, it is a joke. When you are covered in water, you soak. What a fire gives off is smoke. The white part of an egg is called the albumen.
My selfless support system, thank you. A lot of people were nervous about my finally blogging my whereabouts, but you have proven I am safer now. I feel you around me. I know you are here. Thank you.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, I heard that you have all been making epic progress holding people accountable for wasting me with abuse.
I am thirty-seven years old. I am in my prime. Shove my résumé down Obama's throat and demand he give me my full human rights, so I can finally do my REAL job.
Non sequitur: Once in Vienna, I ate so many liqueur-filled chocolates I got drunk and ran through the volksgarten talking photos with the statues.
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, do I really have to wait until 12Aug2015 to see you again? Why must time apart pass so slowly?
My darling MannedUp, your job, if you remember, is to sit beside me and play me music at all hours of the day and night while I work. Thank you. I can feel you with me; even when you think I cannot hear you, trust that you are with me.
Darling, thank you. Without the music, I cannot do the work. And without the work, the world has too many problems with too few solutions.
My darling GeneralLee, I miss you. Did the fix on your carpal tunnel work again? I see you the least out of all my darlings Tentacle, so I need a little feedback from you more often.
Brien, you are mine to care for now. You all are. When you need us, you call my Powers of Attorney. If you ever need them, call the CIA. We take care of our own.
Non sequitur: The first song I remember writing was called "Buscamos el Baño," and I wrote it during an Odyssey of the Mind competition in the mid-90s.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I want adventures with you. I want to brave the great wide somewhere side-by-side with you.
I need the kind of significant others who will walk into the terrorist hotbed with me and walk out singing Lake of Fire right by my side for every minute of the not-really-espionage thrill ride.
My darling LightFoot, do you remember "LightFoot Lite," the drummer from the Foo Fighters? He would not go into Barney's Beanery with me the night I wanted to see what they were up to in there.
We know they refused me service, AND they hang ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa paraphernalia on the wall. I wanted to go in and take them down, but he would not go with me. I know you would have loved to have joined me on my reconnaissance. There is a reason you are the one who is my boyfriend.
My darling Bogart, are you still waiting for me, or have you moved on? All of you are welcome to pursue any relationship you want with anyone anywhere. I have never intended to string you along when I can only marry one of you.
Bryan, find a good woman you can actually be with. Yes, I love you, and I always will. But you need to heal, and I have no way to be with you to do the healing.
Yes, keep calling yourself my boyfriend as long as it makes you happy. But if our relationship every becomes a burden in your life, find someone better. That is my advice to all of my Queen's Lovers Five.
Non sequitur: Do NOT try telling me small, round, fuzzy objects are cushions. They are tribbles. Tribbles, I tell you, TRIBBLES!
My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
Beloved, your way out of our marriage has always been frog legs. If you ever want our relationship to end while we are forbidden from being together, all you have to do is eat frog legs where I can see it, and I will walk away with no questions asked.
I will be crying every step of the way, HoneyHoney, but if you ever for your own good need to tell me goodbye, we have always had that system in place. I pray you never have to use it. Instead, may I touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.
Non sequitur: There was a Gibson Girl with an IQ above 160 who wore size 11 shoes.
Sunday, 9 August 2015
Downtown Disney sans the Espionage Thriller
Title: Downtown Disney sans the Espionage Thriller
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post.
USA. Romance is still alive in at least one Texas courtroom. This is a very touching story about stupid things people do when they are in love. Marriage sounded a lot more practical than quixotic in this instance, at least.
Maybe someday I will finally have enough human rights to live a married life. Stories like these keep me hopeful. Thank you, judge.
My last blog post was finished at 8:38am on 07Aug2015. After sending it immediately to my lovelies who publish all of my posts, I walked inside of my local Subway for a cookie, streamed music, and sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfie.
After checking the world and national headlines, I had planned on watching the final broadcast of The Daily Show at 9am, but the Santa Monica city wifi was down. I even tried again at 11am, but there was no way to stream it with the wifi still down.
I chatted delightfully with Hannah before lunch at noon. After lunch I ran some errands. After my errands, I was on my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 1:47pm.
I looked around at 2pm for anyone I knew. Finding no one, I was sitting in the Santa Monica main library by 2:27pm. Does anyone know what happened to my old buddy Richard? Where did he go?
With no one around, I took the 3:20pm bus back to where I stay. Please see my 07Aug2015 Appendix for the mail I received that day.
Dinner at 5pm was tasty yet uneventful. By 5:40pm, I was on a bus back to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
To be honest, there was not much going on that Friday night. I knew my darlings Tentacle would not be around, and FlamencoHands was not going to play until 10pm.
At 7:15pm, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online. It took a little finagling, but I eventually got the stream to work properly. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it was as wonderful as it was comforting.
During the course of the night, I had conversations with FlamencoHands, the drummer Jonathan, and Handsome and sang a duet with Wheels all before perching beside FlamencoHands at 10:08pm as he tickled his Spanish guitar.
"Kevin" showed up at 10:18pm and got his dance on. ODean, my friend the ex-rockstar from the 80s, joined us at 10:33pm.
By 11:10pm, ODean, "Kevin," and I were at the Famima sharing a turkey and Brie sandwich with arugula and dried cranberries on wheat. I did not want ketchup nor mayonnaise on mine. Am I strange?
I caught the 11:45pm bus. I was curled up and asleep by 12:30am and woke up on Saturday, 08Aug2015, with plenty of time for breakfast.
Hannah wanted to go to the local Santa Monica public library, the Pico Branch, so I delayed my day until 10am for her. But at 10:24am, I boarded the first bus of my sometimes-four-hour bus ride to Disneyland.
Now, when I go to Disneyland, I do not actually go in the park; I hangout in Downtown Disney and at the Disneyland Resort. I like giving my saturation of international operatives a day at the resort once a month. With my darlings Tentacle out of town for the weekend, it was the perfect time to go.
And at 1:44pm, there I was among the shop and restaurants of Downtown Disney. After some window shopping, at 2:14pm, I perched on the patio of Trader Sam's with a refreshing beverage.
By 3:12pm, I was in Downtown Disney's House of Blues sipping a soda and ordering Cajun Chicken Pasta as my late lunch/early dinner. "No wine in the rock bar!" My bartender Allan was just adorable and tolerated my larger than life personality just fine.
I grabbed a couple of cups of coffee after 5pm and wrote.
Downtown Disney
The magic filled the air sharp as the smell of fireworks. Alone on a patio outside of a coffee shop she sat. At her fingertips spun the world rapt in every word she wrote. The lights of the tree before her hung like apples waiting to be picked. And the musician played the choreography of guitar strings pulled tight and let loose on the mouse ears.
Next, I perused the various sources of live music out and about that night. Yes, I did get to meditate. And the magic of Disney! The light shows were resplendent that night. Some time ask Disney for permission to see the light shows they get when I am around.
By 8:24pm, though, I was on the bus back to Santa Monica via downtown Los Angeles. I arrived in my bedroom at 11:19pm and was curled up and asleep by midnight.
I woke up on Sunday, 09Aug2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. This blog post was finished at 8:01am on 09Aug2015.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
What is the secret to life? Life does not keep secrets. Life is an open book. Seek out the meaning of everything in your life and read every page.
And I quote, "How do you talk to an angel?" People should speak to me with loving respect. But I am not very picky as long as people talk to me. I am an extrovert, and I hate being alone.
My beautiful world, you know my job. You know I need reality returned to my surroundings ASAP, so I can do my real job of service to humanity to the fullest of my abilities finally. I deserve human rights just for being a human on this planet at all.
We need everyone enforcing Obama's rules arrested. They will not stop until they are forced to stop, so arrest them all. FORCE OBAMA'S "EGG" OF HORRORS AND ABUSE TO FINALLY END! How long are you going to just leave me in here subject to Obama's abuse of me?
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, how is pressing criminal charges coming along?
I am subject to persecution and hate crimes daily from all of the false accusers who try relentlessly to coverup Obama's human rights abuses and war crimes against me and against everyone around me.
My gorgeous genius lady friends, we need everyone enforcing and covering up Obama's "egg" arrested. Did you see my 07Aug2015 Appendix? Obama's abuse of me enforced by ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa has been unrelenting since May2009.
I am living in the FIRST place since May2009 where Obama has NOT raped me. My genius Powers of Attorney, we need every entity and every person taking my human rights away from me arrested at last.
My selfless support system, Downtown Disney and the Disneyland Resort were roaring successes. Whatever you all did to keep me and everyone there safe, keep doing it. That afternoon and evening was wonderful. I needed the mini-vacation from Obama's iron fist of pain and abuse. Thank you!
As for my musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, I always miss you while you are away. Just like Juliet wished the sun to race across the sky faster to bring her Romeo faster... "Gallop apace you fiery footed steeds!"
My darling MannedUp, I am not used to going so long without seeing you. Are you all okay out there without me? I worry about you all so much.
Yes, I managed to find a way to meditate while you were away, but it required a three-plus-hour-one-way bus ride. I prefer when my handsome menfolk come to me. Giggle. How I do love those sleeveless shirts. Giggle.
My darling GeneralLee, the first night I met my darling Mr. Ry Bradley, he told me, "Tell Lee I want his gig." Sending me new musicians is like sending love fodder (as opposed to cannon fodder, giggle).
No one plays me music without falling in love with me. Do you remember my 30July2015 blog post about that?
Music is an essential part of the human existence that touches the most basic parts of every human. You made music to me and fell in love. I know what I mean to you, Brien. Do you understand how much you mean to me?
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, yes, you are both my REAL boyfriends.
My darling Bogart, I like checking in with you every morning. I do not know why I did not start sooner. My trip to Downtown Disney was wonderful. Thank you for the brief moments of paradise. I look forward to checking in with you much more often. You are an awesome boyfriend.
And, you, my darling LightFoot, please remember the painful truth that I am only an empath not a mind reader. When you are instructed to say certain things to me, put all of the emotion you wish you could express behind every word.
I read your heart, not your mind, darling. I can feel what you feel, so be true to your heart no matter what the words are you use. I love you, too. Oh, how I love you all.
My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
Tell my darling Mr. Robert Iger, the CEO of Disney, I owe him a role as a Spanish Princess in Pirates of the Caribbean 5. Yes, I still owe him for the Lone Ranger.
Is it strange I look forward to quality time with you trying on your job instead of just doing mine? I have proven under what horrifying confines I can still do my job. It would be wonderful to try yours with full human rights.
Thank you, beloved, for always giving me something to look forward to for when Obama's "egg" finally ends. Human rights. Genuine company. Gentle kisses. Meaningful words. Passionate lovemaking. You are my future. Let us make the future now.
HoneyHoney, I long to touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post.
USA. Romance is still alive in at least one Texas courtroom. This is a very touching story about stupid things people do when they are in love. Marriage sounded a lot more practical than quixotic in this instance, at least.
Maybe someday I will finally have enough human rights to live a married life. Stories like these keep me hopeful. Thank you, judge.
My last blog post was finished at 8:38am on 07Aug2015. After sending it immediately to my lovelies who publish all of my posts, I walked inside of my local Subway for a cookie, streamed music, and sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfie.
After checking the world and national headlines, I had planned on watching the final broadcast of The Daily Show at 9am, but the Santa Monica city wifi was down. I even tried again at 11am, but there was no way to stream it with the wifi still down.
I chatted delightfully with Hannah before lunch at noon. After lunch I ran some errands. After my errands, I was on my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 1:47pm.
I looked around at 2pm for anyone I knew. Finding no one, I was sitting in the Santa Monica main library by 2:27pm. Does anyone know what happened to my old buddy Richard? Where did he go?
With no one around, I took the 3:20pm bus back to where I stay. Please see my 07Aug2015 Appendix for the mail I received that day.
Dinner at 5pm was tasty yet uneventful. By 5:40pm, I was on a bus back to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
To be honest, there was not much going on that Friday night. I knew my darlings Tentacle would not be around, and FlamencoHands was not going to play until 10pm.
At 7:15pm, I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online. It took a little finagling, but I eventually got the stream to work properly. My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it was as wonderful as it was comforting.
During the course of the night, I had conversations with FlamencoHands, the drummer Jonathan, and Handsome and sang a duet with Wheels all before perching beside FlamencoHands at 10:08pm as he tickled his Spanish guitar.
"Kevin" showed up at 10:18pm and got his dance on. ODean, my friend the ex-rockstar from the 80s, joined us at 10:33pm.
By 11:10pm, ODean, "Kevin," and I were at the Famima sharing a turkey and Brie sandwich with arugula and dried cranberries on wheat. I did not want ketchup nor mayonnaise on mine. Am I strange?
I caught the 11:45pm bus. I was curled up and asleep by 12:30am and woke up on Saturday, 08Aug2015, with plenty of time for breakfast.
Hannah wanted to go to the local Santa Monica public library, the Pico Branch, so I delayed my day until 10am for her. But at 10:24am, I boarded the first bus of my sometimes-four-hour bus ride to Disneyland.
Now, when I go to Disneyland, I do not actually go in the park; I hangout in Downtown Disney and at the Disneyland Resort. I like giving my saturation of international operatives a day at the resort once a month. With my darlings Tentacle out of town for the weekend, it was the perfect time to go.
And at 1:44pm, there I was among the shop and restaurants of Downtown Disney. After some window shopping, at 2:14pm, I perched on the patio of Trader Sam's with a refreshing beverage.
By 3:12pm, I was in Downtown Disney's House of Blues sipping a soda and ordering Cajun Chicken Pasta as my late lunch/early dinner. "No wine in the rock bar!" My bartender Allan was just adorable and tolerated my larger than life personality just fine.
I grabbed a couple of cups of coffee after 5pm and wrote.
Downtown Disney
The magic filled the air sharp as the smell of fireworks. Alone on a patio outside of a coffee shop she sat. At her fingertips spun the world rapt in every word she wrote. The lights of the tree before her hung like apples waiting to be picked. And the musician played the choreography of guitar strings pulled tight and let loose on the mouse ears.
Next, I perused the various sources of live music out and about that night. Yes, I did get to meditate. And the magic of Disney! The light shows were resplendent that night. Some time ask Disney for permission to see the light shows they get when I am around.
By 8:24pm, though, I was on the bus back to Santa Monica via downtown Los Angeles. I arrived in my bedroom at 11:19pm and was curled up and asleep by midnight.
I woke up on Sunday, 09Aug2015, with plenty of time before breakfast. This blog post was finished at 8:01am on 09Aug2015.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
What is the secret to life? Life does not keep secrets. Life is an open book. Seek out the meaning of everything in your life and read every page.
And I quote, "How do you talk to an angel?" People should speak to me with loving respect. But I am not very picky as long as people talk to me. I am an extrovert, and I hate being alone.
My beautiful world, you know my job. You know I need reality returned to my surroundings ASAP, so I can do my real job of service to humanity to the fullest of my abilities finally. I deserve human rights just for being a human on this planet at all.
We need everyone enforcing Obama's rules arrested. They will not stop until they are forced to stop, so arrest them all. FORCE OBAMA'S "EGG" OF HORRORS AND ABUSE TO FINALLY END! How long are you going to just leave me in here subject to Obama's abuse of me?
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, how is pressing criminal charges coming along?
I am subject to persecution and hate crimes daily from all of the false accusers who try relentlessly to coverup Obama's human rights abuses and war crimes against me and against everyone around me.
My gorgeous genius lady friends, we need everyone enforcing and covering up Obama's "egg" arrested. Did you see my 07Aug2015 Appendix? Obama's abuse of me enforced by ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa has been unrelenting since May2009.
I am living in the FIRST place since May2009 where Obama has NOT raped me. My genius Powers of Attorney, we need every entity and every person taking my human rights away from me arrested at last.
My selfless support system, Downtown Disney and the Disneyland Resort were roaring successes. Whatever you all did to keep me and everyone there safe, keep doing it. That afternoon and evening was wonderful. I needed the mini-vacation from Obama's iron fist of pain and abuse. Thank you!
As for my musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, I always miss you while you are away. Just like Juliet wished the sun to race across the sky faster to bring her Romeo faster... "Gallop apace you fiery footed steeds!"
My darling MannedUp, I am not used to going so long without seeing you. Are you all okay out there without me? I worry about you all so much.
Yes, I managed to find a way to meditate while you were away, but it required a three-plus-hour-one-way bus ride. I prefer when my handsome menfolk come to me. Giggle. How I do love those sleeveless shirts. Giggle.
My darling GeneralLee, the first night I met my darling Mr. Ry Bradley, he told me, "Tell Lee I want his gig." Sending me new musicians is like sending love fodder (as opposed to cannon fodder, giggle).
No one plays me music without falling in love with me. Do you remember my 30July2015 blog post about that?
Music is an essential part of the human existence that touches the most basic parts of every human. You made music to me and fell in love. I know what I mean to you, Brien. Do you understand how much you mean to me?
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, yes, you are both my REAL boyfriends.
My darling Bogart, I like checking in with you every morning. I do not know why I did not start sooner. My trip to Downtown Disney was wonderful. Thank you for the brief moments of paradise. I look forward to checking in with you much more often. You are an awesome boyfriend.
And, you, my darling LightFoot, please remember the painful truth that I am only an empath not a mind reader. When you are instructed to say certain things to me, put all of the emotion you wish you could express behind every word.
I read your heart, not your mind, darling. I can feel what you feel, so be true to your heart no matter what the words are you use. I love you, too. Oh, how I love you all.
My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
Tell my darling Mr. Robert Iger, the CEO of Disney, I owe him a role as a Spanish Princess in Pirates of the Caribbean 5. Yes, I still owe him for the Lone Ranger.
Is it strange I look forward to quality time with you trying on your job instead of just doing mine? I have proven under what horrifying confines I can still do my job. It would be wonderful to try yours with full human rights.
Thank you, beloved, for always giving me something to look forward to for when Obama's "egg" finally ends. Human rights. Genuine company. Gentle kisses. Meaningful words. Passionate lovemaking. You are my future. Let us make the future now.
HoneyHoney, I long to touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.
Friday, 7 August 2015
Brandy Melville Shop Window
Title: Brandy Melville Shop Window
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. In the post, you will see my midriff. Yes, I bare my pale, white underbelly to you.
Mediterranean Sea. Hundreds of people every day risk their lives trying to cross the Mediterranean Sea to become refugees in Europe, and every day people die.
My refugee policy has been the same since I was refugee myself fleeing Obama's "egg" of horror and abuse in 2010. If the First World fixes the problems in the warring nations, then no one would flee their home as refugees.
Bare minimum, we owe Syria a resolution.
My last blog post was finished at 8:52am on 05Aug2015 from my regular morning haunt. I went inside for a cookie before returning to streaming my music outside on their patio. The staff of my regular haunt, my neighborhood Subway, was particularly wonderful that morning.
At 9:34am, I started singing while I worked.
I left my regular morning haunt at 10:52am. I chatted with Benjamin during lunch at noon and then took a nap. By 3:53pm, I was on a bus to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
I found FlamencoHands at 4:06pm. I took 4:42 to 4:49pm away from him to buy a cup of coffee from Handsome (His real name is Roger.) at the Famima.
4:52pm on 05Aug2015: Strange things are afoot at the Circle K. Please hurry and check on my crosstown loved ones and brave rescuers. Someone is in trouble. Thx!
FlamencoHands was as genius as ever and played until 5:42pm in front of the Apple Store. Just after 6pm, I walked around to see who was playing music where and I found my friend the ex-rockstar from the 80s, ODean.
After a run for 2-for-1 doughnuts and even more coffee from Handsome at the Famima, I sat down next to FlamencoHands at 6:42pm.
He was going to play again at 8pm, so I tried streaming the NBC Nightly News at 7:05pm. Sadly, I had too many technical difficulties to receive my nightly cyberhug from my darling Mr. Lester Holt.
FlamencoHands began his final set of the night at 8:26pm. I joyously got a lot of writing done while he played. The Spanish guitar ended at 9:55pm, and FlamencoHands and I took the long, slow walk to his car.
Except this time, he dropped me off at the famous jazz club Harvelle's. My friend, ODean, the ex-rockstar from the 80s got me in. I admit more than one strange man might have bought me a bourbon or three.
When the night was over a different strange man named Phil dropped me off during his Uber ride to his place. The joys of being a drop dead gorgeous woman! Sexy strange men being nice to me is NORMAL.
I was curled up and asleep (always alone) by 2:30am. I woke up on Thursday, 06Aug2015, and went to breakfast chatting with Benjamin and Hannah while I ate.
I was at my neighborhood Subway at 8:24am; it is my regular morning haunt, and right across the street from Santa Monica College, it is my favorite wifi hotspot.
I streamed the news from the previous night at 9am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was wonderful. Sometimes, a friendly face is just the way to start the day.
At 9:28am, I went back inside my regular morning haunt for a cookie, and next I started streaming music. That morning, I listened to Cake's Comfort Eagle album.
I left my local Subway at 11:26am. Lunch at noon was tasty, and afterwards I napped. I chatted with Hannah over dinner at 5pm. I was already on a bus to the 3rd Street Promenade by 5:22pm.
I found FlamencoHands at 5:41pm that Thursday night. No, my darlings Tentacle were not around, and I had been told not to expect them again until the next week. FlamencoHands was as genius as always and did not stop playing until 5:56pm.
I walked with him to his car, and at 6:51pm, he dropped me off back at the Promenade just as I had requested. I streamed the NBC Nightly News online at 7:15pm.
My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it was beyond warm and comforting. He included a goodbye to my darling Mr. Jon Stewart whose final show I would watch the following morning at 9am.
After the news, I stopped in my local Famima for a cup of coffee before sitting down to watch my Americana folk singer Red at 8:04pm.
Red was still setting up his equipment when I sat down next to him, so we chatted a bit before he played. He stopped at 9:51pm to move down the street, so I left to catch the 10pm bus. I was curled up and asleep (always alone) by 11:30pm.
I woke up on Friday, 07Aug2015, and went to breakfast. I was at my regular morning haunt by 8:21am. This blog post was finished at 8:38am on 07Aug2015.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
What is my plan for tackling Global Climate Change? I already spelled that out in my 24Feb2015 blog post. It has three parts; we must reduce our carbon emissions, process existing carbon out of the air, and make sure humanity survives until climate change is reversed.
When will I finally write the duet for me and my darlings Tentacle? On the night of 06Aug2015, I finally wrote the lyrics. The music is their work.
To Live my Life in Love
Tentacle: The mountains I would raze
To see the seas you could raise.
To me you are my goddess.
Squid: My darling Tentacle, just love me.
There are things my nano see
Brought light only by your prowess.
Tentacle: There are battles I have fought.
There are deaths I have wrought.
There is nothing I would not do for you.
Squid: I hold a peacemonger's regret.
Your trenches are no secret.
Just to kiss you, I'd do it, too.
Both: If I ask you where I came from,
You will tell me the stars above.
That is the reason, darling, I prefer
To live my life in love.
Tentacle: I lived homeless in the cold
Huddled shivering yet bold
To play you music, Squid.
Squid: You know love instead of crazy.
So far from talent lazy.
I know everything you did.
Both: I come to you dancing. I come to you singing.
I come longing for the touch of your skin.
It is those rules that tear our enemies to shreds.
If only we could revel in the luxury of sin.
Both: If I ask you where I came from,
You will tell me the stars above.
That is the reason, darling, I prefer
To live my life in love.
Squid: Consciously, I rustle when you are away.
Tentacle: The hours apart, I hate those days.
Both: This quixotic longing could never be faked.
Tentacle: It is begging to kiss you that I kneel.
Squid: That is a hurt I plan to heal.
Both: Is there room on this Earth for music we will make?
Both: I come to you dancing. I come to you singing.
I come longing for the touch of your skin.
It is those rules that tear our enemies to shreds.
If only we could revel in the luxury of sin.
Both: If I ask you where I came from,
You will tell me the stars above.
That is the reason, darling, I prefer
To live my life in love.
My beautiful world, I have so much work to do. Months ago I asked the United Nations to prioritize what our world needs me to work on from the civil war Syria to the ethnic strife in Africa to Global Climate Change.
I am doing everything I can for you, my beautiful world, while still in Obama's "egg." When are you going to break me out, so I can finally be hands on with my diplomacy instead of just working online 24/7?
My selfless support system, keep sending me messages through whatever means you have at hand. I am only here to serve. I meditate every chance I get to make sure I can do my REAL job, service to humanity, to the best of my abilities.
And my darlings Tentacle are constantly instructed to shut their music down once I get warmed up at last. The quality of my meditation is as important as its frequency. Please help increase the quality of time I get to spend with my darlings Tentacle as well as how often. And, thank you!
I would not be here at all to serve the world if it were not for you, my selfless support system, from my saturation of international operatives to my gorgeous genius Powers of Attorney. Yes, thank you!
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, whatever you need, just tell me. You know you are all global symbols of womanhood and all that women can accomplish, right?
You mean to much to me, but you also mean so much to women everywhere. Keep up the gorgeous genius-dom. And, thank you!
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, I was already warned that I will not see you until 12Aug2015 at the soonest.
I was hoping I could at least see you Wednesday, 05Aug, but, no, you did not manifest from the aether to play me our sacred music. I understand you are all very busy.
My darling MannedUp, I finally wrote you the duet to sing with me. I know you have seen my learning curve, and you know I know all of the music you, my darlings Tentacle, play which is why you never play the songs twice the same way.
I need the challenge of complete undanceability to be able to meditate to the highest quality. I know how much rehearsal you all need as well as the connection to each other you all must have to play your challenging music at all.
You only ever needed to prove your musical prowess to me, Tom. And you have never once disappointed. There is a reason I call you MannedUp in the past tense.
As for you, my darling GeneralLee, please, for me, book your gigs on the nights you do not see me. Please. You know how all of you get when you cannot be near me. I get the same way when I cannot be with you.
Yes, Brien, I need you as much as you need me. Now, set our duet.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, yes, we have a REAL relationship where you are my REAL boyfriends.
My darling Bogart, I apologize for not having more regular contact with you. I only message you when I have something to say. I am going to try regularly checking in with you in the mornings now. Thank you, my boyfriend, for never letting me down. Kisses!
My darling LightFoot, you are going to have problems reaching me. I was warned of that already. Plan ahead for it every time you try to play me music or be by my side.
Call my Powers of Attorney every time you need us. Call the United Nations if you need the Secretary General. Just make sure you reach me. And, thank you!
My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, imagine yourself here with me at my regular morning haunt sitting next to me at the table. Imagine your arm around my waist as I type.
Beloved, imagine if we could touch. Just a brush of your hand across my back as you put your arm left around me. Such a luxury is the human touch.
Sweetness, imagine my right hand resting on your left thigh as I type with my ambidextrous left hand. I lean over and peck your cheek with my lips. You get a little shy in the way only I can make you shy.
My hero and my king, how is the castle on the hill you built for me? I have longed for our married life together as King and Queen of the aether wading knee deep in the Milking Way as we shepherd the souls of the masses reaching freedom from Obama's war and oppression at last.
Are you still coming to reach me, darling? My marriage to you has been my beginning and my end since Jan2010. I cannot imagine my life without you loving me.
When will we finally have enough human rights to live and love as husband and wife? I miss you so much. I am so empty without you. Beloved, I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.
P.S. SynSyn, do you still have a photo from our Junior year Homecoming dance in high school? On 05Aug2015, I saw a similar outfit to the one I wore to the dance in the Brandy Melville shop window, so I tried it on.
Yes, that is my midriff you see through the crochet. Is there a verified recording of my time in the dressing room?
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me in one day; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. In the post, you will see my midriff. Yes, I bare my pale, white underbelly to you.
Mediterranean Sea. Hundreds of people every day risk their lives trying to cross the Mediterranean Sea to become refugees in Europe, and every day people die.
My refugee policy has been the same since I was refugee myself fleeing Obama's "egg" of horror and abuse in 2010. If the First World fixes the problems in the warring nations, then no one would flee their home as refugees.
Bare minimum, we owe Syria a resolution.
My last blog post was finished at 8:52am on 05Aug2015 from my regular morning haunt. I went inside for a cookie before returning to streaming my music outside on their patio. The staff of my regular haunt, my neighborhood Subway, was particularly wonderful that morning.
At 9:34am, I started singing while I worked.
I left my regular morning haunt at 10:52am. I chatted with Benjamin during lunch at noon and then took a nap. By 3:53pm, I was on a bus to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade.
I found FlamencoHands at 4:06pm. I took 4:42 to 4:49pm away from him to buy a cup of coffee from Handsome (His real name is Roger.) at the Famima.
4:52pm on 05Aug2015: Strange things are afoot at the Circle K. Please hurry and check on my crosstown loved ones and brave rescuers. Someone is in trouble. Thx!
FlamencoHands was as genius as ever and played until 5:42pm in front of the Apple Store. Just after 6pm, I walked around to see who was playing music where and I found my friend the ex-rockstar from the 80s, ODean.
After a run for 2-for-1 doughnuts and even more coffee from Handsome at the Famima, I sat down next to FlamencoHands at 6:42pm.
He was going to play again at 8pm, so I tried streaming the NBC Nightly News at 7:05pm. Sadly, I had too many technical difficulties to receive my nightly cyberhug from my darling Mr. Lester Holt.
FlamencoHands began his final set of the night at 8:26pm. I joyously got a lot of writing done while he played. The Spanish guitar ended at 9:55pm, and FlamencoHands and I took the long, slow walk to his car.
Except this time, he dropped me off at the famous jazz club Harvelle's. My friend, ODean, the ex-rockstar from the 80s got me in. I admit more than one strange man might have bought me a bourbon or three.
When the night was over a different strange man named Phil dropped me off during his Uber ride to his place. The joys of being a drop dead gorgeous woman! Sexy strange men being nice to me is NORMAL.
I was curled up and asleep (always alone) by 2:30am. I woke up on Thursday, 06Aug2015, and went to breakfast chatting with Benjamin and Hannah while I ate.
I was at my neighborhood Subway at 8:24am; it is my regular morning haunt, and right across the street from Santa Monica College, it is my favorite wifi hotspot.
I streamed the news from the previous night at 9am. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it was wonderful. Sometimes, a friendly face is just the way to start the day.
At 9:28am, I went back inside my regular morning haunt for a cookie, and next I started streaming music. That morning, I listened to Cake's Comfort Eagle album.
I left my local Subway at 11:26am. Lunch at noon was tasty, and afterwards I napped. I chatted with Hannah over dinner at 5pm. I was already on a bus to the 3rd Street Promenade by 5:22pm.
I found FlamencoHands at 5:41pm that Thursday night. No, my darlings Tentacle were not around, and I had been told not to expect them again until the next week. FlamencoHands was as genius as always and did not stop playing until 5:56pm.
I walked with him to his car, and at 6:51pm, he dropped me off back at the Promenade just as I had requested. I streamed the NBC Nightly News online at 7:15pm.
My nightly cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself, and it was beyond warm and comforting. He included a goodbye to my darling Mr. Jon Stewart whose final show I would watch the following morning at 9am.
After the news, I stopped in my local Famima for a cup of coffee before sitting down to watch my Americana folk singer Red at 8:04pm.
Red was still setting up his equipment when I sat down next to him, so we chatted a bit before he played. He stopped at 9:51pm to move down the street, so I left to catch the 10pm bus. I was curled up and asleep (always alone) by 11:30pm.
I woke up on Friday, 07Aug2015, and went to breakfast. I was at my regular morning haunt by 8:21am. This blog post was finished at 8:38am on 07Aug2015.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
What is my plan for tackling Global Climate Change? I already spelled that out in my 24Feb2015 blog post. It has three parts; we must reduce our carbon emissions, process existing carbon out of the air, and make sure humanity survives until climate change is reversed.
When will I finally write the duet for me and my darlings Tentacle? On the night of 06Aug2015, I finally wrote the lyrics. The music is their work.
To Live my Life in Love
Tentacle: The mountains I would raze
To see the seas you could raise.
To me you are my goddess.
Squid: My darling Tentacle, just love me.
There are things my nano see
Brought light only by your prowess.
Tentacle: There are battles I have fought.
There are deaths I have wrought.
There is nothing I would not do for you.
Squid: I hold a peacemonger's regret.
Your trenches are no secret.
Just to kiss you, I'd do it, too.
Both: If I ask you where I came from,
You will tell me the stars above.
That is the reason, darling, I prefer
To live my life in love.
Tentacle: I lived homeless in the cold
Huddled shivering yet bold
To play you music, Squid.
Squid: You know love instead of crazy.
So far from talent lazy.
I know everything you did.
Both: I come to you dancing. I come to you singing.
I come longing for the touch of your skin.
It is those rules that tear our enemies to shreds.
If only we could revel in the luxury of sin.
Both: If I ask you where I came from,
You will tell me the stars above.
That is the reason, darling, I prefer
To live my life in love.
Squid: Consciously, I rustle when you are away.
Tentacle: The hours apart, I hate those days.
Both: This quixotic longing could never be faked.
Tentacle: It is begging to kiss you that I kneel.
Squid: That is a hurt I plan to heal.
Both: Is there room on this Earth for music we will make?
Both: I come to you dancing. I come to you singing.
I come longing for the touch of your skin.
It is those rules that tear our enemies to shreds.
If only we could revel in the luxury of sin.
Both: If I ask you where I came from,
You will tell me the stars above.
That is the reason, darling, I prefer
To live my life in love.
My beautiful world, I have so much work to do. Months ago I asked the United Nations to prioritize what our world needs me to work on from the civil war Syria to the ethnic strife in Africa to Global Climate Change.
I am doing everything I can for you, my beautiful world, while still in Obama's "egg." When are you going to break me out, so I can finally be hands on with my diplomacy instead of just working online 24/7?
My selfless support system, keep sending me messages through whatever means you have at hand. I am only here to serve. I meditate every chance I get to make sure I can do my REAL job, service to humanity, to the best of my abilities.
And my darlings Tentacle are constantly instructed to shut their music down once I get warmed up at last. The quality of my meditation is as important as its frequency. Please help increase the quality of time I get to spend with my darlings Tentacle as well as how often. And, thank you!
I would not be here at all to serve the world if it were not for you, my selfless support system, from my saturation of international operatives to my gorgeous genius Powers of Attorney. Yes, thank you!
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, whatever you need, just tell me. You know you are all global symbols of womanhood and all that women can accomplish, right?
You mean to much to me, but you also mean so much to women everywhere. Keep up the gorgeous genius-dom. And, thank you!
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, I was already warned that I will not see you until 12Aug2015 at the soonest.
I was hoping I could at least see you Wednesday, 05Aug, but, no, you did not manifest from the aether to play me our sacred music. I understand you are all very busy.
My darling MannedUp, I finally wrote you the duet to sing with me. I know you have seen my learning curve, and you know I know all of the music you, my darlings Tentacle, play which is why you never play the songs twice the same way.
I need the challenge of complete undanceability to be able to meditate to the highest quality. I know how much rehearsal you all need as well as the connection to each other you all must have to play your challenging music at all.
You only ever needed to prove your musical prowess to me, Tom. And you have never once disappointed. There is a reason I call you MannedUp in the past tense.
As for you, my darling GeneralLee, please, for me, book your gigs on the nights you do not see me. Please. You know how all of you get when you cannot be near me. I get the same way when I cannot be with you.
Yes, Brien, I need you as much as you need me. Now, set our duet.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, yes, we have a REAL relationship where you are my REAL boyfriends.
My darling Bogart, I apologize for not having more regular contact with you. I only message you when I have something to say. I am going to try regularly checking in with you in the mornings now. Thank you, my boyfriend, for never letting me down. Kisses!
My darling LightFoot, you are going to have problems reaching me. I was warned of that already. Plan ahead for it every time you try to play me music or be by my side.
Call my Powers of Attorney every time you need us. Call the United Nations if you need the Secretary General. Just make sure you reach me. And, thank you!
My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, imagine yourself here with me at my regular morning haunt sitting next to me at the table. Imagine your arm around my waist as I type.
Beloved, imagine if we could touch. Just a brush of your hand across my back as you put your arm left around me. Such a luxury is the human touch.
Sweetness, imagine my right hand resting on your left thigh as I type with my ambidextrous left hand. I lean over and peck your cheek with my lips. You get a little shy in the way only I can make you shy.
My hero and my king, how is the castle on the hill you built for me? I have longed for our married life together as King and Queen of the aether wading knee deep in the Milking Way as we shepherd the souls of the masses reaching freedom from Obama's war and oppression at last.
Are you still coming to reach me, darling? My marriage to you has been my beginning and my end since Jan2010. I cannot imagine my life without you loving me.
When will we finally have enough human rights to live and love as husband and wife? I miss you so much. I am so empty without you. Beloved, I WILL touch you the way the flowers kiss the rain.
P.S. SynSyn, do you still have a photo from our Junior year Homecoming dance in high school? On 05Aug2015, I saw a similar outfit to the one I wore to the dance in the Brandy Melville shop window, so I tried it on.
Yes, that is my midriff you see through the crochet. Is there a verified recording of my time in the dressing room?
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