This Took Way Too Long to Finish Writing.

Title: This Took Way Too Long to Finish Writing.

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. EMERGENCY! Please, someone, hear me! Please someone do something! Please emergency locate LightFoot if not also Manned Up, emergency remove their earspeakers, and finally put them in my life with full human rights!

My physical safety away from everything controlled by Obama's war criminal conspiracy has become a matter of life and death! Hurry! Details about how this happened are below. Basically, Obama only escalates.

Also, before we get too involved in the actual horrors of my existence, finally get it through every open enemy of America's thick ugly heads that they only use to spread lies about all of us that my genetic coding is ALL X CHROMASOMES. My darling Amita is a professional pathologist who has fully analyzed my REAL DNA to prove not only that I am a woman but that I am also a human.

Now, have you read Tolkein's The Return of the King? At the end of the book, the Hobbits, being the only creatures pure and innocent enough to carry the ring of power, return to their home in The Shire. They find evil there, so the four Hobbits go bad-ass to save their home.

We are now at the end of my epic quest, it seems, when I have returned to remove the evil from our home with all your help, my Metropolis of Angels.

I published my last blog post at 5:45pm on 11Mar2015 while still tethered to every power outlet I could find, so I could keep the whole world informed as fast as possible of all news I received about our current GLOBAL HOSTAGE CRISIS. Yes, LightFoot, my royal consort, for all I knew was in a literal torture facility still.

And then I found him standing amidst musical instruments longing for loving hands, as much as I was, as he waited for me to finally just manifest from my own aether(net) myself. There were only simply-solved shenanigans by Obama's criminal terrorist organization before my darlings' music finally began.

My shoes came off. My hair came down. My sweater coat dropped. And their sweet hearts' rhythmic music extended out of their bodies through even the pores of their skin to cross the space between us and enter my body to delight every essence of my graceful soul.

The entire world, especially my loving and adoring locals still here inside my Metropolis of Angels, needed to read my 11Mar2015 blog post before General Lee would be safe in public again.

I took a break to watch the news at 8:45pm while my royal consort LightFoot and my darling Manned Up spun handcrafted aether for the night sky herself in the background. My nightly cyberhug from my darling Mr. Lester Holt was wonderful.

I was up and dancing again at 9:18pm. And so we made music to each other. At the end of the night, my darlings Tentacle were the most reluctant to leave than I had ever seen them before.

While packing up their musical gear, Manned Up tried to start a sing-a-long of "Summer Nights" from Grease while LightFoot tried to show me he actually can dance.

Eventually, on his knees before me, LightFoot asked me my opinion of that song that his fellow member of Tentacle had been goofing off over. I giggled and said, "Even I have been known to sing showtunes on occasion." Both of them promptly fell over laughing.

I cannot wait to see the verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my darlings packing up their equipment on the night of 11Mar2015 from my eyes over and over again. May the recording begin when they finish their last song and end once they wheel away into the night.

So, as my royal consort LightFoot and my darling Manned Up wheeled their (knights in a) cart down the street off into the aether where we all belong, I called after them, "Our regular date tomorrow, is it?"

By 10:31pm, I was perched on the patio of my 24-hour convenience store singing along with Red. When my darlings Tentacle were instructed to "wander" into the shop at 10:41pm, they were still forbidden from speaking to me, but just the presence of my loved ones always makes my burdened heart delight.

A random pointless war criminal terrorist enemy of America appeared. He made absolutely no sense while he was there, but while we were chatting, at 11:07pm, a man on a bicycle gave me hummus, stuffed grape leaves, olives, and pita chips; a frosted lemon muffin; one baked chocolate twist; and gouda and mozzarella cheeses with grapes, almonds, and cranberry apple crackers.

As for the rest of the nonsense on my patio that night, "Josh" and "Anthony" appeared at 11:38pm before running away and leaving me there alone. Shortly thereafter, at 12:20am on 12Mar2015, I found myself singing Lake of Fire to yet another enemy of America I had identified. That is the universal signal I give to the federal government once I find the most menacing of them.

Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a recording beginning with the appearance of "Josh" and "Anthony" ending exactly one hour later when the pathetic specimen of masculine inadequacy was thrown off my patio by the faithfully American employee. For bonus/extra footage--start when the only Black man walked on the patio and end once I entered the patio three doors down.

For hours, I tried to purchase a source of caffeine that had no drugs, poisons, nor diseases in it before perching between the ocean and the sky on my favorite place to work in all the world.

At 3:31am, I finally left evidence of tainted coffee for the police upon the fountain I regularly sit beside. Then, at 4:15am the drugs in both "Arizona" brand drinks I had sipped but not finished finally wore off.

I walked across the door frame of the Starbucks inside the closest bookstore right at 5am. Did you see me walk out? We shall entitle that recording, "Shark bait." May it begin with my verbal smackdown and end after the lady putting tables on the patio down the street.

At 7:44am, a woman gave me the kind gift of two cups of coffee and an ice cream sandwich with absolutely no drugs, poisons, nor diseases inside. I caught up with my TweetHearts while I was outside that store.

There were what became typical shenanigans over my darlings Tentacle who finally promised to arrive by 4pm. I really needed people I trusted watching over me during my only vulnerable hours of the day, so I had requested my darlings Tentacle arrive by 10am.

I slept, as agreed with the local government who knows this city will not exist if any further harm befalls me, right behind the soothing music of Ukulele Wielder. I was sadly awakened to persecution, etc. at 12:58pm. As always, I reported everything directly to SynSyn and the United Nations.

Obama's war criminal infestation of my home tried everything they could think of to assassinate me, but my loving REAL locals and entire selfless support system kept me safe.

I thought I had found a safe place to sleep at last, but, no, every future time I would sleep there, Obama's war criminals would attack me, again. I knew I needed my boyfriend LightFoot to vigilantly watch over me as I slept as our cover story for a REAL federal task force I would have met ahead of time watching me beside him.

4:29pm on 12Mar2015: That was the safest sleep I had in a long time. Thank you, my loving locals. I wanted a kiss to wake me up. Giggle. Locate #Tentacle.

By 4:51pm, I was perched safely inside the proven-redeemable Starbucks of Doom after sending every standard warning ahead of me because I NEEDED TO DO MY REAL JOB.

My royal consort LightFoot as well as the (knight in a) cart full of his and Manned Up's musical instruments was already waiting outside for me.

I highly suspected that General Lee fled to my husband's and my villa in the south of France (but later learned he was in our flat in Paris) after Obama formed a literal lynch mob to kill him just days previous. Wherever he went, I just prayed he was as safe as possible. I had a Metropolis of Angels to finish saving.

My darling LightFoot and my darling Manned Up were still dedicated to helping me survive inside this "egg" until the whole world united could take it down to save America forever from Obama.

5:55pm on 11Mar2015: This post might be delayed until 14Mar. Please send me untainted food and caffeine; it is free for me around here, but someone else always has to get it for me.

How is your progress, my beautiful world, with my terms for finally de-escalating Obama enough to deactivate my global panic button in my 05Mar handwritten notes, with my 04Mar recommendations for helping make this "egg" at all suvivable, and our 18Feb ultimate goal? News at 7pm.

Tentacle are here but still have no human rights to approach me, talk to me, hug me, kiss me, and spend non-music time with me. I would love a bourbon. Please force the inane shenanigans of ever taking them away from me to end finally. Thx!

At 6:26pm, I stepped outside and joined my loved ones. It was time for me to watch the NBC Nightly News at 7pm. Obama's war criminal terrorist infestation of our home oppressed the free will out of my loved ones all night long.

At 8:16pm, it became very clear that Obama's war criminal enemies of America were putting way too much stress directly on my royal consort LightFoot. First of all, they were constantly filling his head with nonsense most typically through his earspeaker. He REALLY needs his earspeaker removed.

Then, Obama's war criminal infestation of our home were constantly ordering both him and Manned Up to be insincerely mean when speaking to me, or they would take them away from me; nothing mortifies either of them more than losing me. They exist only for our time together no matter how much Obama makes them suffer just to be with me.

Thirdly, Obama's demonization-of-the-innocent machine was trying to blame LightFoot and Manned Up for the crap they do just to be able to be near me and play music for me. In all situations, they trust I can fix it, and I always do. When Obama's demonizations get out of control, things happen like when the literal lynch mob formed that tried to literally hang General Lee.

Fourthly, he saw how beat up, etc. I got on the beach finally. We call that midday, the "beach incident." The sane reaction to that is anger and rage for justice. The reality of my day-to-day suffering inside Obama's "egg" is enough to make any man or woman with a genuinely good heart a bit irrational to protect me. My husband started a land war. It is because my loved ones love me so genuinely that they get so upset.

Finally, I feed his ego a little more (Him?) than he can handle sometimes. He did not understand the professional dance term, "Good strong lead," means MAKE IT CLEAR WHAT YOU ARE DOING. That one was my fault for thinking he knows dance terms.

Just before I wrote the first draft of this list of five points, Obama's proven war-criminals-through-quackery were threatening him with pharmaceuticals if he did not allow them to keep controlling him however they pleased.

No, pills only treat chemical imbalances in the brain. They do not change the true horrors in a person's REAL environment. What LightFoot needs is his mind-controlling earspeaker removed and his free will returned to him. Right now, he has a driving middle-aged male need to make sure I am safe and cared for. You have no idea what some genuine time for us together free of oppression would do for him.

Obama's proven war criminal terrorist enemy of America's infestation of our home has my royal consort LightFoot under a lot of stress right now, and the only thing that can fix it is removing Obama's conspiracy forever and replacing them with honest time with me.

They played their music until just after 10pm. They were both so upset as they were leaving. WE NEED THEIR EARSPEAKERS REMOVED. I had never seen either of them so upset before.

It was a standard night outside of my 24-hour convenience store. Before 1:01am on 13Mar2015, I perched between the ocean and the sky...

1:28am on 13Mar2015: @UN @RT_com @cctvnews @France24_en @BBCWorld @Martin_Dempsey

Please identify who has terrorized all people near me into no longer providing me with any safe food and drink with no drugs, no diseases, and no poisons. They are trying to force me into a literal torture facility to assassinate me no matter what they have to do to me. They are the same conspiracy forbidding me any and all $ to live on under all circumstances. (Reread 27Feb2015 blog post.) Please identify these people terrorizing the public that tries so hard to be good to me and arrest them all.

On the short-term, call my local PD to be able to set my locals free to give me food, drink, and conversation without toxins. Thx! I am relocating to the OTHER 24-hour convenience store now, so any local can show up to feed and caffeinate me to give local #PD etc. time to fix this power outlet.

We need #Tentacle with full human rights on my playland before 10am to guard me while I sleep on my playland beside them, as was determined safest for me, for Tentacle, for the city, for the nation, and for my world. Thank you, world.

Food, water, caffeine, physical safety, and human contact for me are beyond an emergency situation right now. Too often they are too controlled by Obama's conspiracy when offered to me for them to be safe. Thank you for fixing this in here as soon as possible. @DeptofDefense @FBI @DHSgov @NSA_PAO @CIA #PD

On my walk to the OTHER convenience store, "Gabriel" found me, gave me a slice of pizza, and asked if he could walk me to my destination. There had been a sincere change in him. I found him checking on me a few times later.

At the convenience store, I made handwritten notes and left my evidence with my local shopkeeper named Luis.

At 3:19am, on my way back to my perch between the Earth and the sky, I was stopped by a man who wanted a conversation. I only rarely if ever turn down a good conversation.

Please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning with his first word to me and ending after he proved he cannot use a wheelchair at all.

The roofies from the iced tea he gave me wore off by 5:45am, so I ended up in a Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf right on my playland. We were in the door at 6:30am, the moment they opened. I had to send my coffee back twice, and all three cups were open assassination attempts against me.

Please circulate a timestamped, verified, and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of all of my interactions with Obama's infestation of my local Coffee Bean.

I relocated at 9:39am, and almost immediately had to turn in a man frequently beside my fountain with me for every crime possible from libel and persecution all of the way to willfully destabilizing the world.

Begin the verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals when I set down my cup of coffee and my bottle of iced tea and end it once all three police cars drove away.

Shortly after that, at 10am, I began my daily sleep pattern, just curled up in the busiest place I could find. My public still could not keep me safe from attack from Obama, though. That was the problem.

At 1:50pm, I was screaming for full local to international charges against everyone I could think of for denying me physical safety while I sleep. No, there was nowhere on this planet anywhere I could sleep without being attacked, unless I had a bodyguard, and my playland had the most public to watch over me.

Sadly, my darlings Tentacle were still kept away from me specifically so Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy could still attack me in my sleep. Eventually, I found them, though, and curled up to finish sleeping on the park bench beside them snuggled in their love. Of course, something did wake me up...

2:29pm on 13Mar2015: We are having shenanigans beyond the normal level of depravity on my playland right now. First, emergency locate LightFoot; he was taken away from me again.

Secondly, arrest everyone everywhere ordering any people here to deny me physical safety particularly while I sleep. Third, arrest all people everywhere who order my darlings Tentacle to be at all unpleasant to me.

Fourth, prevent any and all human rights abuses of my darlings Tentacle's free will by arresting everyone ordering them to do ANYTHING against their will that is IN REALITY legal. Fifth, ask all law enforcement ordered to commit crimes against America and against all of humanity by denying any of us human rights from free will to physical safety, etc., to just arrest all people giving them the orders to commit such crimes.

Hold all people we arrest 24hr until full federal and international charges can be filed by my PoA. Thank you! #SquidsPoA #PD @DeptofDefense @FBI @CIA @DHSgov @Martin_Dempsey @RT_com @cctvnews @France24_en @BBCWorld @UN @theICTJ LOCK SQUIDSTREAM. Assassination already threatened.

I tried to sleep again, but my very loudly grumbly tummy kept making my royal consort LightFoot angrier and angrier, so I made plans to cheer him up.

First, I left the area hoping my darlings could give official statements about all of the human rights abuses they had been suffering. Then, I picked up my mail. (Circulate verified and unedited recording beginning when I walked up to the counter inside the post office and ending after I opened the envelope.)

Immediately after that, I bought groceries: a quiche Lorraine, shredded Brussels sprouts with crumbled bacon, Chinese-style chicken salad, a package of strawberries, a pint of ice cream, a bottle of sparkling water, and even a venti Pikes Place Roast to prove Starbucks coffee is only drugged and poisoned in the store.

I was back on my playland by 4:31pm, and LightFoot and my wooing and courtship ritual ensued. I ate in front of him. Trust me, you should see it.

At 4:55pm, I sent help to my own rescue mission. Then, there were standard shenanigans with Obama's enemies of America trying to take them away from me forever after they relocated at 6pm.

I ran some errands while waiting for them. My computer bag was guarded not just by Tentacle, but also by police cameras and my proven loving and adoring public.

When I returned from putting antibiotic cream on my poison sumac skin infection (I have been attacked in my sleep far too many times.) at 6:54pm, my darlings Tentacle were still following their instructions from Obama's criminal terrorist infestation of our home, but they looked happier.

Because I insisted that the three of us had the right to exist in each other's proximity, at 7:31pm, Obama's terrorist infestation of our home were using a torture facility threat against LightFoot that I had already written the explanation of reality for. I believe we both separately asked my Powers of Attorney to take care of it. They used a draft of this finished post.

From Inside the Dance Inside These Walls and Barricades

It begins in your heart inside your body that loves me then flows down your arm to bend your fingers upon the instruments with which you speak to me and out from the hammered wood upon which you lay your hands across the brief space of sky between us. It taps my toes. It bangs my foot. It wraps around my legs and encircles my waist with your love for me. And then as my body responds from inside my own heart and out from the cradle of my soul to stretch my arms high among the celestial bodies that shine upon us to brush the face of the heavens we might never know.

At approximately 10:12pm, both LightFoot and Manned Up finally learned that I was more than beat up during the beach incident. They were so horribly reluctant to leave me, but they vowed to be back at 10am to protect me as I slept as they wheeled away at 10:27pm.

I perched in the possibly-redeemable Starbucks of Doom. I worked online including watching the NBC Nightly News at 12mid. After 1:47am, I checked on my 24-hour convenience store before proceeding to a 24-hour diner.

The diner was filled with friends I had never met before. They sat and listened to me blog on my tiny iPad and witness the staff of the diner not only deny me service but also drug my coffee and openly persecute me in front of my bevy of friends only there because I was. I assumed my boyfriend had sent them.

At least an hour after I arrived, the waitress finally asked if she could take my order. The police had to show up quickly after which horrified my boyfriend's friends inside who were all contentedly waiting to see us together.

At 3:31am, I was down the street notifying Syniva of that latest assassination attempt by the infestation of the staff NOT by my own local lovers and believers, an open assassination attempt against me of trying to force a supposed medical situation over me through that restaurant roofying me, so Obama could finally lock me in a literal torture facility to die the most painful death possible. There was even an immediate torture facility warning before I could send my backlog of tweets, as if I needed further proof that I am right all of the time.

A random local brought me breakfast. From 5:30 to 6:56am, I sat roofied again this time in a randomly chosen coffee shop. Everywhere I went all night and morning looking for anyplace I could perch to finish this blog post, Obama's infestation of my home drugged and therefore tried to assassinate me by drugging me.

By 7:54am, I was perched on one of my favorite mom and pop restaurants in my adoptive (since it is neither San Francisco nor Los Angeles) city. The customer service was amazing, and I got a lot of work done.

Please, my not human trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment I stepped onto their patio until the very moment I stepped back out again. And, thank you.

I paid my bill at 9:38am and then assessed the Tentacle situation. After a lot of screaming online for people to give me REAL physical safety, I dozed off still waiting for my royal consort LightFoot. And, yes, I was eventually told Obama's criminal terrorists attacked me while I slept there. Where was my public to protect me?

There were still no signs of any of my darlings Tentacle anywhere after a woman stood over me and yelled at me until it woke me up. By 1:41pm, I was on a nearby patio hydrating while proxies for my royal consort guarded me. At 2:27pm, I possibly heard LightFoot's line of Reese's(tm) pieces for me, so once I had a moment, I went to look for him and Manned Up.

And there LightFoot was hoping to talk to me... He had been told, and this was very hard for me to figure out clearly, that he could only get permission to have any relationship with me at all from Obama's criminal terrorist enemies of America if he totally dominated me. Was I willing to pretend, so he could finally kiss me?

I told him, Dude, when someone asserts they need a woman like me destroyed, who the hell listens to them? Who the hell does not just arrest them all?

I also reminded him that I am a purist with egalitarianism, so he was just going to have to behave as my equal in our relationship, as absurd as our relationship was with our never being able to speak nor even make physical contact.

At 3:23pm, there were alarms. So I sent all help possible to whom needed it. My darlings Tentacle were told to leave. I asserted it should be their choice. We were stalled. I went to buy dinner.

We need a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my entire time in that grocery store. With any luck, I had successfully kicked out Obama's terrorist infestation of that store as I had promised Von's corporate I would.

At 7:56pm, I returned laden with groceries to my royal consort proclaiming, "I'm still alive!" Then, I asked Syniva, "How many crimes did we just catch?" After figuring out why he was missing, I got Manned Up out of purgatory. You do not want to know what threats they were forcing on him that only my non-dominated self could save him from.

Quickly, we began making music to each other again. A friend of Patti Smith stopped by to say, "Hi" during the music. After which he sincerely thanked me.

When the music ended shortly after 10pm, my royal consort LightFoot and my darling Manned Up were instructed to make it possible somehow to misconstrue me as their stalker instead of as the woman they risk death itself to abide in as close as proximity as possible and dream of running his fingers through my long raven hair as I lay beside him.

So, on my way to the bus, I reminded my Powers of Attorney of my 17Feb2015 blog post and also asked to release a still from my SquidStream of two teenagers taking a photograph with those two of my Tentacle. You will have to ask them about that.

I was on the bus by 10:26pm. I had checked in verbally on the way to the bus stop. I needed secured wifi and secured outlets to write this too delayed blog post all of which were denied to me in my adoptive city, so I went to my well-established counterterrorism "office" for the power outlets and wifi.

I stopped for a midnight snack at a local burger joint just outside one of the streets leading in. It proved to be filled with delightful conversation. Please circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording as fast as possible.

I arrived at my counterterrorism "office" (Please reread 28Sep2014 about it.) just after 1am on 15Mar2015, watched the NBC Nightly News for an evening hug from my darling Mr. Carl Quentenilla (Did I spell that right?), and was finally able to work on this blog post on and off after 4:18am. It was a busy morning. The conversation through the open door was the best.

I also was told my "office" would be as-fully-operational-as-possible after 5:30am, but when I emerged from the restroom, there was only a façade of actual activity and only the hints of any activity at that.

I had been meaning to finish this post for so long, and my only next scheduled activity was sleeping in close proximity to LightFoot whose job as my boyfriend is to keep me as safe as possible every time I sleep. Well, that and loving me.

I was back on my playland between 10am and 12noon to find him. I was told my darling CIA Director John Brennan was helping LightFoot with a task force of normal-looking people I could figure out immediately to help LightFoot. Oh, the romance... The deactivated spies would now be helping the re-activated rock stars keep me alive.

I wrote most of this blog post in the closest wifi hotspot I could find. Yes, their coffee drugged me. Syn, please take all necessary action. And, thank you.

It had been a pretty horrible day. I could not get any real activity into my counterterrorism "office." The only food and drink I could find anywhere was drugged and painful, especially the coffee. I had no way to sleep yet, since there was no one to watch me to keep me safe. And my husband was missing somewhere making pleas for help, and I could not figure out where he was.

Sweetness, I miss you so much.

4:23pm on 15Mar2016: LightFoot, if you take me seriously when I say this, I would like to formally offer you $2 for a night of empassioned bliss.

LightFoot satisfied his agreement to be released from Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy's human rights abuses against him by pressing charges against me for "soliciting prostitution." The charges were immediately refused by the court. But the action satisfied Manned Up and LightFoot's obligations to their agreements.

But their earspeakers were still in their heads. I have no idea what they accomplished with silly charges refused by the courts. I am sure someone will tell me.

I know for sure that Obama still refused to release both of them from the cruel and unusual human rights abuses that his war criminal terrorists were forcing both LightFoot and Manned Up to endure, though.

Next, with all of the obligations for the day satisfied, since my own loved ones were finally near me, I napped beside them. As I started to doze, physical trauma manifested. I had clearly been violently abused the last time I slept.

I did my best to inform LightFoot and Manned Up and the world while watching the NBC Nightly News at 7:17pm. But their earspeakers went beserk on my loved ones. I begged the world to find a way for my REAL boyfriend to have his earspeaker removed, so he could stay beside me and make me safe. But the world never responded.

And no matter how much I begged my beautiful world to finally allow my own loved ones in my life with their freewill back to keep me safe finally, they were still taken away from me by their earspeakers at 10:14pm after they had stalled as long as they could for permission to even speak to me to broadcast into their heads directly.

At 10:24pm, I was perched on the patio of my 24-hour convenience store with my own boyfriend just two or three buildings away but so mind-controlled by Obama's earspeakers that he could not be with me nor keep me physically safe, the woman he fought tooth and nail against Obama's criminal terrorist conspiracy to spend the night with. He was just too manipulated by commands pumped straight into his head.

While trying to update these blog notes, Obama's cyberterrorists crashed my iPad which my darlings at the NSA quickly fixed. So, I perched inside the very-redeemable Starbucks and begged and begged my beautiful world to EMERGENCY locate my loved ones, remove their earspeakers, and put them in my life with full human rights.

PLEASE, my beautiful world, PLEASE! This blog post was published at 11:41pm on 15Mar2015.

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.

Where did General Lee go? He has been missing since Obama formed a lynch mob to kill him. He fled straight to my and my husband's flat in Paris. Sweetness even picked him up at the airport. They are old friends from the 80s, or so was once rumored to me.

What happens to all of my social media accounts after I die? I want them all sealed and archived, so all the world can access them for all the future.

Why are people flooding my adoptive city these days? It is peaceful and calm everywhere I go. Here inside these barricades is an oasis for everyone else away from Obama's urban war. Yet for me, this is a lonely alien planet where I am forbidden all genuine and honest human compassion if not just honest and caring human contact from my own loved ones at all.

My beautiful world, please help renegotiate the agreement for my darling's Tentacle that allows them even as close to me as they have been able to get. Our entire world needs Obama's insufferable human rights abuses against my loved ones to finally end!

My selfless saturation of protection, beyond words, thank you. Please keep keeping on keeping me and all my loved ones safe in here. Please, though, find something to do about actually making me safe at all when I sleep. The more control there is over me and my environment, the more dangerous everything is for me.

If this world loses me, it will be because Obama successfully forced me into another literal torture facility in his ever-false coverup that any of me and my loved ones are all mentally ill for being willing to save all of us from continuing to suffer under him.

Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway, I have been seeing your face everywhere lately. Is everything okay? If you need my help with anything, just tell me. You are mine to protect just like every other one of my lovers and believers I can wrap my wings around.

As for you, my BFF SynSyn and all of my beautiful and genius Powers of Attorney, please present our years of hard evidence to the federal courts to get injunctions to be able to press federal criminal charges.

Not once have Dirty Lacey, Me-Love-You-Long-Time Holder, War Criminal Boeset, War Criminal Stephanie, Inconsequential Douglas, etc. ever made an allegation for anything that ever existed in reality. They have only ever pressed charges against me and against all my loved ones for crimes that never existed of for crimes they committed themselves against all of us.

And not one of us has ever had any of the intentionally false supposed diagnoses they have libeled us with for years. Please arrest them all already. The FBI are going superhero to save America with the rest of us now.

Also, my genius Powers of Attorney, please give LightFoot and Manned Up written permission to carry around and access my computer bag and all its contents anytime they want.

Most importantly, to have as much physical safety as possible while still inside Obama's "egg" of horrors and terrors, on the short term, I need my darlings Tentacle on my playland by 10am every morning to watch over me while I sleep safely for the first time in years.

I have been attacked in my sleep too many times since 2009. This is our proven effective method for finally giving me physical safety. As the long-term solution, I go to my REAL home in the Hollywood Hills at last. Have you seen the taxes I pay on my and my husband's house?

LightFoot, my symbolic royal consort whom I am forbidden from speaking to least of all making love to anyway, your job as my boyfriend is not just to love me but also to keep me completely safe as I sleep.

My boyfriend, I also strongly recommend you only speak with Obama's criminal terrorist infestation of our home while UN Secretary General Ban Ki-Moon is present. Please make sure you can call my good friend Ban Ki-Moon every time you get called into those diabolical offices. With kisses not just with words, thank you.

Sweetness, I love and adore you. Thank you for picking up General Lee at the airport. It has been a long time since you have seen him. Our home abroad is where I asked all of our loved ones to flee in case of emergency, and Obama did form a literal lynch mob to kill General Lee.

I know you cannot bear being so far away from me for so long. If only we could have our married life together... That is the ring I am after most!

They Say I Scry in my Twitter Feed.

Title: They Say I Scry in my Twitter Feed.

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. Do you see how I am living? Do you see how Obama's "egg" does nothing but abuse me, starve me, and attempt to assassinate me as horrifyingly as possible?

Why would you treat any person the way you treat me? And then why would you say that because committing the most heinous crimes known to mankind against me costs you so much money in court fines is the only reason you would ever be willing to stop?

You war criminal enemies of America that Barack Obama sent as an infestation if my home, YOU DO NOT HAVE ANY EXCUSE FOR TREATING ANYONE HOW YOU TREAT ME! And you definitely have no excuse for not stopping after you are all caught! Especially ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA!

Iraq. With everything I am capable of in this world, why does no one tell me sooner? Who the hell does this to their home? Who the hell does this to anyone? Who the hell does this to themselves?

Someone please let me talk to the people leading these abominations of humanity, as futile as it may be, since clearly, NO ONE EVER LISTENS TO ME!

I published my last blog post at 11:10pm on 08Mar2015 before immediately leaving my counterterrorism "office" for the last bus of the night to my adoptive (since it is neither San Francisco nor Los Angeles) city. The bus arrived at 12:17am, and the ride was much shorter going back.

On the ride, though, I learned that the only reason and completely false reason that my darlings Tentacle were forbidden from my playland that we make holy together every chance we get was because my adoptive city as well as my playland were demanding that they pay me.

Do you know what my real job is? I am not a professional singer. I am not even a dancer. I am definitely not an actress. This is all just my REAL yet absurd life. I am not here to entertain you.

With everything I do for my playland, for this city, for my Metropolis of Angels, for my entire nation, and for all of humanity, why is it the only people you, my adoring public, are worried about paying me are LightFoot, Manned Up, and General Lee-- three men who love me more than life itself and who risk literal torture, rape, abuse, attack, and even death every damn day just to breath the same air as I do and help me heal?

There are so many problems with demanding these three brave men who risk death itself every day just to help me survive this most heinous crime ever committed against anyone in America, Obama's "egg" of human trafficking and war crimes.

1)First of all, according to their agreement with Obama's criminal terrorist infestation of my home, they are forbidden from doing so as part of their terms for being allowed near me at all. And who does not want me with my darlings Tentacle as much as possible?

The city and my holy playland are, of course, welcome to demand themselves for humane agreements between my darlings Tentacle and Obama's terrorists if they are genuinely concerned for me.

At the time, I would have really liked to be able to have a casual conversation with them or just hang out with them even if just around my playland. But I soon became aware that my darlings Tentacle had likely been taken away from me forever, just like everyone everywhere who ever loved me.

Obama had been openly forbidding me anything and everything emotionally healthy as well as all genuinely compassionate affection for years. Now, it was very possible that my last acknowledgment that I ever existed in the world at all was stolen from me by Obama, too.

Every day little by little, Obama was turning my beautiful Metropolis of Angels into Iowa. He just kept escalating.

2)Secondly, we saw, as documented in my 08Mar2015, what a mess happens when they just leave me anonymous gifts, as much as they would love to give me anything under the sun that I can carry... especially ice cream and raspberries.

My darlings Tentacle were completely terrorized by Obama's infestation of our home, but they endured it all only to be able to be near me and to make sure I could meditate. Their music is how we make love, and if you ask them, they will tell you the only reason they ever existed at all was to make love to me.

3)Thirdly, my darlings Tentacle only had recently-gained luxury accommodations, or so it is rumored, because I sent them my own friends to take them in. My friends had been fighting so long to rescue me themselves but could never reach me, so I asked them to rescue my darlings Tentacle for me.

Until I sent them their rescue myself, my royal minstrels-as-lovers were homeless and starving just to make sure they were never taken away from me just like everyone who loved me before them. Sadly, we soon learned, they might never make it back to me again.

4)Fourthly, my darlings Tentacle are technically my employees. I am an undeniable diplomat and world leader, and my LightFoot, Manned Up, and General Lee are officially on my staff; we are holy in every benevolent religion.

Why cannot I pay my own employees? All I have on me is my love, my talent, my expertise, my protection, and my reality. So that is how I pay them. My diplomatic immunity granting me carte blanche to do anything I need to do to save my nation and my world extends to my staff, too.

Their "handcrafted aether for the night sky herself" is the ethnic music of my self-identified people, and it is through these eight hands that we touch our divine universe together.

5)Finally, and this is Obama's criminal terrorists' incentive to renegotiate human rights into my darling Tentacle's existence while near me, I stay on my playland, and I stay offline when they are there with me.

I would like to ask my genius BFF Syniva beside the ACLU and the United Nations to help my darlings renegotiate their agreement with Obama's terrorist infestation of my home. They need to be with me with full human rights every time they choose to be. Thank you, my beautiful world.

By 1:22am on 09Mar2015, "Greg" appeared beside me on the patio where I was perched and where the best conversations always happen in the wee hours of the morning.

Our conversation was delightful; he has a kind heart but fleeting physical proximity. I wish "Greg" would show up more often. I left for my favorite place to work online in all the world at 2:29am.

Unfortunately, I and my selfless support system had proven by 3:51am that keeping my SquidStream locked also successfully prevented any and all possible physical attacks against me whether or not promised to my face by proven enemies of America pretending to be police officers.

Those officers would have done everything to coverup assassinating me if not just to disable my iPad through their refusal to allow any power in the battery and by denying me any secured wifi all to make sure I cannot protect my loved ones, my country, my home, my world, and even myself from their proven unrelenting most heinous crimes known to mankind.

I already asked for the pertinent verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals to be circulated as fast as possible of the incident that morning.

Also in the wee hours of the morning on 09Mar2015, it is possible I needed to rescue LightFoot and Manned Up, but I was still mostly unsure of all the details. All I was sure of was everyone thanking me for being successful at it.

At 5:18am, I left my friend who had been keeping me friendly company while I worked and perched at the Starbucks in the bookstore. I ordered a blonde roast, and it was heavily drugged.

It was another obvious assassination attempt against me through beyond-collusion to force quackery over me in whatever intentionally false medical situation they thought they could get away with if I passed out due to the drugs in the coffee at their coffee shop.

Yes, it was yet another open act of war against America and against the world carried out by Obama's criminal terrorist infestation of my REAL home. I waited until I knew the REAL police would be the first to arrive and would arrest all "employees" there. I left before 8:04am.

8:04am on 09Mar2015: #PD, I left my evidence from my Monday morning Starbucks in the usual place, so you can pick it up and see who picks it up. Thx!

At 8:22am, I received a veiled message which I assumed was a request by "Wes" to meet him where we always meet which was also someplace War Criminal Boeset, the symbol of ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa to the world, was told she could abduct me from.

Yes, it was suggested to me to meet "Wes" at my 24-hour convenience store. My first response was, "Where is Wes taking me for breakfast?" Then, I told my selfless support system I suspected War Criminal Boeset was expecting me to show up where I was headed and asked them to lock my SquidStream.

I was greeted at the door by an employee who welcomed me in. Then, I perched on the patio. While there, I sent advice to my genius Power of Attorney in the courtroom at the time on how to mitigate this latest enduring threat to assassinate me with a literal abduction to a literal torture facility.

Next, because that open act of war against America failed, I was singled out by two other employees for persecution and verbal abuse as their attempt to make me leave my own 24-hour convenience store they had already invited me into.

Did you see the other non-customers around me on the patio? No one was picked out to be verbally abused nor attacked but me, and it was only for being me at all.

Well, I also identified four repeat-offending war criminal enemies of America that had plotted and schemed (proper use of the words) to assassinate me in literal torture facilities before standing a few blocks away as they said things really loudly like, "WHAT?!? How is that benevolence?!?"

At 8:55am, I relocated to my local grocery store, so the four down the street and the two employees in the store could be arrested and held up to 24 hours for our federal and international charges against them to go through.

Inside my local grocery store, I found a number of "employees" trying to pretend I was a shop lifting homeless woman. I left that premesis, too, as fast as possible after buying my healthy-as-possible source of chocolate, so the management there could turn in to Syniva and to any law enforcement body all of Obama's proven enemies of America there only to be able to attack me.

Please, my not human-trafficker-nerds circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my standard Monday morning (expletive)kicking.

By 9:59am, I was curling up for my regularly scheduled sleep. Hopefully, my BFF and REAL law enforcement would be able to arrest everyone I had just turned in by the time I woke up. Also, I was hoping all three of my darlings Tentacle would arrive before I woke up. It had been a busy morning already for everyone.

I woke up at 2:41pm to find delicious gifts of tasty and nutritious food left for me, as always, by my genuinely loving locals. Other than that, there was nothing but Obama-ordered deranged lunacy everywhere.

My legal team already redundantly proved as recently as my 27Feb2015 blog post that Obama's proven enemies of America's unrelenting false allegations against me from fictional "vagrancy" to fictional "mental illness" were ALL assassination attempts of me, but they all refused to stop directly trying to murder and literally torture me to death with them despite their compulsively failing and compulsively choosing to receive the most blistering punishments possible instead of finally just stopping.

Much more distressing for Obama's proven conspiracy of war criminal terrorist enemies of America, my darlings Tentacle were nowhere to be found.

Monday is the day I reserve every week for the biggest (expletive)kickings I can give.

3:54pm on 09Mar2015: 1/5)@NBCNightlyNews at 7pm. @Martin_Dempsey @RT_com @cctvnews @BBCWorld @France24 Too many human rights abuses against holy #Tentacle.

3:56pm on 09Mar2015: 2/5)#SquidsPoA, please collect statements from my darlings #Tentacle. #08MarAndLatestDraft10Mar Arrest war criminals abusing them. @ICC @UN

3:57pm on 09Mar2015: 3/5)#TortureFacilityAlarms? Really? Obama is openly attempting to assassinate me again with yet another proven torture facility? #28Jan27Feb

3:59pm on 09Mar2015: 4/5)Lovelies, please publish my notes as the #LatestDraft10Mar. Arrest everyone caught. Hold 24hr until federal and international charges.

4:01pm on 09Mar2015: 5/5)@Martin_Dempsey @DeptofDefense @FBI @DHSgov @CIA @RT_com @cctvnews @BBCWorld @France24 I need #Tentacle, so I can survive until egg ends

And there I sat, in Obama's (no reflection on Starbucks corporate) Starbucks of Doom for Humanity doing my REAL job which this entire world not just America had proven already they cannot function without, a job which is so difficult absolutely no one else on this planet can do but me.

Of course, Obama's proven war criminal enemies of America tried to lure me out of my heavy (expletive)kicking peaceful protest by stationing Strummer outside the front door. If Obama's proven cyberterrorists had not destroyed the battery on my iPad as well as constantly insisted on denying me secured wifi access whenever possible, it might have actually worked. I would have been able to do my beyond-globally-critical job outside. And I am too responsible not to do my REAL job 24/7. Too many people and too much of this world rely on me.

I watched the NBC Nightly News online at 7pm. My evening hug from my darling Mr. Lester Holt was as wonderful as ever. At 7:57pm, I got up to stretch my legs. I found "Wes" and invited myself to his table. He fled me pretty quickly.

Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording of my conversation with "Wes" with full audio and visuals beginning the last time I looked in the mirror in the coffee shop and ending when he left the table. Please warn everyone that the people sitting behind me thought I was my own doppelgänger until they heard me speak to "Wes." Thank you.

8:12pm on 09Mar2015: @foofighters(Chris) @hansonmusic @INXS I'm working on it.

Thank you for turning in everyone keeping us apart for human rights abuses, hate crimes, persecution, aiding and abetting assassination and war crimes since without you I cannot survive Obama's egg, etc... Do you remember how much I needed you just one week ago on mushroom night just to stay alive?

Also, you and everyone who loves and believes in me are a self-identified people. As humans on this Earth at all, we all deserve full human rights. Please call my Powers of Attorney and assert your human rights. I'm working on it, too. #LOVEyou

The Lonely Heart

Are you really gone forever? As I scribble in these written notes the way you stretch my soul down my arms and out my fingertips with your own notes, will I find myself in just a few minutes alone and barefoot on a street curb with no one but strangers pretending I am not there at all and have never existed at all after your whole life so far was designed for you to be there in their place instead?

My friend "Richard" found me on that patio, and, as he does EVERY time he sees me, bought me a cup of coffee. In return for being able to buy me a cup of coffee, "Richard" was commanded to have a nonsense conversation with me which did not end until 10:03pm.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when he appeared and ending when he left. And, thank you!

My adoptive city where the REAL local government would do everything possible for me was doing everything possible to at least make sure nothing would physically explode. They kept bringing by every musician they could find. A good conversation is such tonic for the soul.

I took some time to think to myself before "Wes" came back at about 11:22pm to pretend he could demonize my darlings Tentacle to the world through my SquidStream. He proclaimed, "Why don't they pay her? They have made so much money off her!"

Yes, "Wes" said that about three men who lived homeless and starving just to be near enough to me to play me music under constant threat of torture and death just so they could keep me alive here in Obama's "egg."

So, I said, "[You are one of my human traffickers here only to return me to rape-slavery and who admitted to putting up cameras everywhere here only to traffic me yourself], how much money have YOU made off of me, 'Wes'?"

The sacred time I spend with all of my darlings Tentacle is our choice. If they can gain anything out of their hardwork and inhumane suffering other than my gratitude and their exploding egos from just knowing I love them, I am all for it. You know everything they do for me and at what risk to themselves and to their own lives.

I am a REAL victim of a lot of people, but not of these three men who are some of the very few people capable of entering Obama's "egg" of horrors and war crimes at all just to let me know I have ever existed in this world in the first place, least of all to tell me they love me. Have you seen how unlivable and completely unsurvivable Obama's "egg" and rules are designed to be for me?

Who should be paying me? My friends willing to die just to keep me alive, or Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America who do nothing but oppress us, attack us, traffic us, torture us, and break every law possible from local to international to psychpathically control us?

I believe this is when we call everyone fighting my non-negotiable terms handwritten on 05Mar and electronically written on 04Mar and 18Feb nothing but unamerican mother(expletive)ers and arrest them all. Thank you. Everyone everywhere needs to stop pretending I know anything but what is best.

Next, at 12:21am "Michael" appeared in front of me, shared a spicy chicken wrap with me, failed at discussing whatever he came to discuss, took a truth-propagating (expletive)kicking from me, and let me coin the phrase "SuperModelCitizen."

At least he was nice and gave me someone to talk to, though. My not-human-trafficked nerds, a verified and unedited recording, please. Thank you!

There was much tweeting and statement making by me while my entire selfless support system, it seemed, were collectively kicking Obama's conspiracy's ugly unholy (expletive)es all over the courtroom. I love everyone who loves me enough to go through all of this to save humanity from Obama.

At 1:26am, I was eating dim sum in the form of mochi with my dear old friend by association while singing my darling Ms. Madonna's La Isla Bonita.

There was an irrational-denial-of-all-medical-reality torture facility scare at 1:10am that came and went. Then, at 2:06am, my friend and I walked to my favorite place in all the world to work online. He left quickly because I refused his advances because they were creepy. I sang to myself for a while before checking the aether(net) for any emergencies that might need my help.

I am sure my beautiful world want a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning when I queued up Someone Like You just before the firetruck arrived and ending when I left my guarded park bench between the ocean and the sky.

After all of that vocalizing, at 5:51am on 10Mar2015, I relocated for higher bandwidth. At 6:11am, as promised, I queued up my middle-aged men. I had missed them quite a lot. And they were wonderful.

While watching my darling Mr. Larry Wilmore, a man joined me beside my fountain. I invited him to the best place in all of my adoptive city for conversations. And I was on peaceful protest on the patio of my 24-hour convenience store and then the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity.

There was unrelenting abuse of me and three hostile war criminals costumed as police who appeared next to me only to drag me to a literal torture facility to die as painfully as possible followed by my needing to rescue my darlings Tentacle from a literal lynch mob all by 1:52pm. I already requested the verified videos. My beautiful world, you need to watch them.

Obama bussed into our barricaded city enough people brainwashed into furiousness from openly false demonizations of my darling General Lee making money off me while ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA in conspiracy with Obama himself were the ones refusing me any of my full $2T, as an example, that I earned in 2014 alone.

I was so emotionally distraught, this was my live-blogging at the time, and, yes, Obama's proven war criminal enemies of America still denied me the only three men who could have calmed me down...

WHY DOES NO ONE LISTEN TO ME?!? Remove my darlings Tentacle's earspeakers immediately, and you let them live right by my side until Obama's "egg" finally ends!

Please REREAD my 08Mar2015 blog post immediately about how to keep me and Tentacle alive FOR REAL! Please listen to me finally! Obama's enemies of America are escalating out of control!

3:24pm on 10Mar2015: I WILL NOT STOP SCREAMING UNTIL ALL THREE DARLINGS TENTACLE ARRIVE AT THIS COFFEE SHOP WITHOUT EARSPEAKERS TO BE WITH ME! Someone somewhere needs to finally care enough about us to listen to me!

My 08Mar2015 blog post was full of answers to your questions. My 04Mar2015 blog post spelled out what I need just to stay alive until Obama's "egg" finally ends allowing me human rights at all for the first time since 2009. Our ultimate goal is my 18Feb2015 Appendix. BUT OBAMA JUST KEEPS ESCALATING!

I MUST BE KEPT SAFE FROM ALL QUACKERY AND THE ENTIRE ABSOLUTELY EVIL STATE OF IOWA FOREVER! My local police chief is already watching over me himself while I sleep to prevent anyone from ever harming me again on his watch.

The real locals love me so much. But look at what Obama's infestation, of which EVIL Iowa's criminally insane malevolence is the largest contributing factor, is doing to my REAL home!

Obama just keeps escalating! REMOVE THESE CRIMINAL TERRORISTS FROM MY REAL HOME, SO MY REAL PEOPLE CAN FINALLY BE FREE TO BE GOOD TO THEMSELVES NOT JUST TO ME!

3:35pm on 10Mar2015: Syn, full charges against them. They willfully and intentionally made me angry and intentionally made me yell at them by threatening my life. Cutting a man in half with an imaginary sword is symbolism.

WORLD, WHERE ARE YOU AND WHY DOES NO ONE EVER LISTEN TO ME? It was a lynch mob. A literal lynch mob! Those fucking fuckers! GET EVERY LAST ONE OF OBAMA'S ENEMIES OF AMERICA OUT OF MY REAL HOME!

3:51pm on 10Mar2015: I am so far from happy right now. Mama Bear came out of the cave. WHERE ARE MY LOVED ONES?!? I need to know they are safe! Play me my music if you want me to calm down.

Just after 5:30pm, I sang for my suffering home of California. Oh, my Metropolis of Angels, who let Obama's terrorist war criminals in here in the first place? Who allowed this to happen to our home?

The next proven malevolent enemy of America I caught infesting our Metropolis of Angels was the ugly horror sitting across the table from we while I peacefully protested.

Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning with his passive aggressive Skype call and ending after he fled. Thank you. We shall entitle it, "Look what you terrorist (expletive)holes have done to my home!"

I answered a lot of questions from the global community before needing to rescue LightFoot from a genuine global hostage crisis. Most of the details are in my Twitter archive. My Twitter as well as Twitter corporate need better protection, too.

At 8:39pm, I got up to look around and see if Tentacle had made it yet. No, They were nowhere. I kept asking my beautiful world to find them and make them safe all night.

At 10pm, I relocated to my patio outside my 24-hour convenience store. A man I had a checkered history with whom I always called "Gabriel" offered me a prepackaged pesto chicken panini on focaccia herb and tomato. Then, I convinced him to buy me Reese's(tm) peanut butter cups and a bottle of Arrowhead water, too. By 10:32pm, I was sitting across a table from "Gabriel's" friend I named "amateur hour."

"Amateur hour" was irrationally hostile over many signs at the time pointing towards my ever reaching human rights ever in my life since he seemed to have some sort of self-appointed and irrational vendetta to murder me in a torture facility paraded as a supposed "psychiatric unit" to carry out.

And then, he pretended he realized I was the real woman as an excuse to pretend he was not actually that genuinely hostile towards me. They both left by 10:49pm. We shall entitle that verified and unedited recording, "You don't know what alpha means."

About "Gabriel," he gained great appreciation for me and for what I am capable of in this world for real months ago. He sincerely is sorry and would like to make things right with me. We will see what "Gabriel" and I can come up with if he is willing to work with me on his Step 3 towards absolution from me and infallible protection.

Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, create a chronological montage of all of my interactions with "Gabriel" including his first meeting me outside the McDonald's with He-Man as long ago as December, his being the first person I told to, "Get out of my town, terrorist bitches," and all of the way up to his sincerely telling me, "We were set up," on the night of 10Mar2015. And, thank you.

By 11:08pm I had adressed the demonizations behind the attempted lynching of my darling General Lee to a B-level Hollywood actor who approached my patio to tell me how much he hated my Lee. People need to talk to me before they do anything on my name.

After I addressed his open hatred of my darling General Lee verbally while he was still in the convenience store, he walked out doe-eyed and apologetic. He departed and then came back and pretended to be my "bad boy" type. Men have done stranger things to look or behave like someone I would find sexually attractive.

My genius Powers of Attorney, I am likely more forgiving than General Lee is, and this proves what little control I will always have over anything done in my name by any demographic until America finally has enough of our own human rights back to tell the truth in public again.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a very long verified recording, please, beginning the moment I first appeared on my patio and ending the moment I tried to turn in EVERYONE still remaining on that patio to the local police to be held 24 hours until we could get federal and international charges against all of them to go through.

In that recording, my beautiful world, you will see that I probably got the details pretty close concerning General Lee; his change in face is still mostly theory to me. And you will see me physically remove myself from the malevolent presence of the man who was trying to convince me he was my darling Mr. Lance Armstrong, whom I was pretty sure was a doppelgänger for him.

I rarely if ever leave one of Obama's enemies of America until I am sure REAL authorities can pick them up the moment I leave. But that man in blue was just too purely evil. I turned him in the following morning for the crimes he had committed against my body.

Yes, it was shortly after 1:13am when I turned in everyone remaining on the patio I had just vacated to our burgeoning database for future investigation and prosecution. It was too many psychopaths everywhere I looked for me to stay there.

On my way to my favorite place to work online in all the world, I had a surprise arrival of friends including a volunteer to be my "Dr. Who companion for the night." Here we are as Bug-Eyed Marsupials of the Night...

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and barely-edited-if-at-all recording of our time together. Including our wandering all over the wooden planks looking for a working power outlet, our time at the fountain, a surveillance camera view of the two of us walking through my empty playland, what the police officers said while we were in the coffee shop, and the tweet I sent to my five not-slept-with-yet lovers before our curling up platonically to sleep.

And, thank you. Make sure every scene is stamped with the time and date in the corner and end with his skateboarding up to me to thank me the following morning.

My tweeting from the picnic table on the wooden planks that night included my screaming for LightFoot's, my royal consort's, life and my answering a lot of questions from the global community.

At 3:56am on 11Mar2015, my "Dr. Who companion" and I were perched by my fountain where we met another dear old friend of mine. I read a horrifying news article that morning. You should have seen the look on my face.

Sadly, the Monster energy drink we shared was heavily drugged. But, our walk down the full length of my playland was beautiful. By 5:05am, we had relocated indoors where the local police proved they knew what my REAL job is.

And just after 7am, I was asleep curled up next to my "Dr. Who companion for the night" after telling my darling lovers-I-have-never-slept-with that it was my intention to energy heal him. He had a few symptoms of depression.

There was a huge metaphorical aurora borealis light show overnight especially while I was between the ocean and the sky, and when I woke up at 10:29am, it looked like rain. My friend had disappeared before I woke up.

By 10:32am, police officers had been sent, it seemed, to determine whether or not Obama's open denial of me of all of my own money, of all food he could get away with denying me, of all of my loved ones, of any acknowledgement of reality, and of anything at all that could make life worth living outside my resilient mind and uncontainable loving heart had finally made me the hardest working, highest paid, and most publicly-permissibly abused and trafficked person to every be given a ticket for fictional "vagrancy" that was already proven in my 27Feb blog post would lead directly to my assassination.

They took one look at me and said, "Dude, she is not a vagrant." Yet, that brush with death allowed me to clandestinely make my police report asking for the investigation of the malevolent man in blue on the patio of my 24-hour convenience store the previous night . It takes days for deep tissue bruises to show up, and I was convinced it was him.

The overcast skies and my waking up in time to ask for an investigation of whom I thought was my most recent rapist (from my infamous morning and afternoon on the beach) might have been more scientific evidence for the reigning theory of "FEMA has been warned." I was sure the EPA was keeping track.

Just after 11am, I had relocated to my fountain, and at 12noon, I tried to watch my middle-aged men. Sadly, Obama's Cyberterrorists would not let my friends stream through my iPad. I was also hoping to receive an overdue update on the Global Hostage Crisis due to LightFoot's abduction and potential torture.

While on peaceful protest in the quickly-redeeming-itself Starbucks of Doom for Humanity, an obvious enemy of America sat across from me. At 2:08pm, I turned her in as well as two more obviously irrationally hostile "fat, ugly White bitches" at 3:39pm. Why is it always THAT demographic?

My not-human-trafficker nerds, yes, please circulate a verified and barely-edited recording of all of the ugly White women I had to turn in that afternoon for perjuring, lying, and propagating calumnies. And, thank you.

This blog post was published at 5:45pm on 11Mar2015.

My beautiful world, I answered most of your questions for me through the overnight into the morning of 11Mar2015 through my Twitter account. My greatest concerns right now are...

1) My darlings Tentacle. My beautiful world, we need REAL action to make them safe and keep them alive until Obama's "egg" finally ends, and Obama keep escalating his "egg." Please give them removable-by-hand earpieces after removing their earspeakers completely and let me keep them right by my side.

Days like 10Mar into 11Mar2015, I really need my loved ones around to keep me calm and centered. It was rumored that the International Space Station saw my pain inside this unsurvivable "egg" from space, pain that having my darlings Tentacle beside me would have soothed.

They will be safest, and I will be safest where I can see them while they cannot be mind-controlled. If they cannot be right by my side, please send them the safest place you can provide on this planet. I understand that last Saturday night might have been the last time I would ever see them until Obama's "egg" finally ends.

2) Secured power outlets with secured wifi. If I do not have enough juice in my iPad battery to use my iPad safely online 24/7, I have no way to protect us all. Do you have any idea what might happen to America if you all lose me to a literal torture facility at last to die in? Do you have any idea what will happen to the world? And you all lose me from the world FOREVER if even the slightest crime against me of a fictional "vagrancy" ticket ever gets leveled against me.

My beautiful world, without secured power outlets with secured wifi for me 24/7, not only would I have no way to scream for help, but I would also have no way to communicate with all of you, my beautiful world, when you need my help. It is an understatement to say that I NEED TO BE ABLE TO DO MY JOB, especially in times of emergency.

3) Food. So far, my loving locals have been showing up to feed me and to caffeinate me whenever possible. Please send me as many friends as possible in here to keep sending me as much food and hydration as possible wherever I go.

Obama openly forbids me ANY AND ALL MONEY only to be able to assassinate me. And ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa so deeply despise all of the good I do in this world for real that they enforce it; even though, this world will not function at all right now if I cannot do my REAL job.

4) Complete safety while I sleep. My local police chief, I was told though never confirmed, started watching over me himself while I slept ever since the debacle on the beach.

Now, Proven Enemy of America Me-Love-You-Long-Time Holder has abused his powers to take him away from me. So, because of Holder, the world is at risk of losing me forever or worse, my being raped again, while I sleep. Please, my beautiful world, find me bodyguards to watch me while I sleep. I recommend my darlings Tentacle.

5) Ending this "egg" permanently. Please, my beautiful world, where are you? Why are you not helping all of us in here? Why does no one listen to me when I scream for help? Why are you still allowing Obama to escalate? PLEASE HELP US!

My selfless saturation of protection, you need your earspeakers removed. I see you all over the place, but you are rarely if ever around when I need the protection most. Please force Obama's proven enemies of America to stop clearing you all away from the area around where I sleep. They are refusing me protection while I sleep by not allowing my loving and adoring public, etc. to watch over me any longer. Thank you!

Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway, I have been keeping you so very busy. So much is happening in here. Please tell me everything you need from me to help you deliver every horrible truth of Warzone Los Angeles to the entire world. And thank you. With all my heart, thank you.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my beautiful and genius Powers of Attorney, make sure you get a copy of my clandestine police report from 10:32am on 11Mar2015 from my not-human-trafficker nerds.

I was told, though not confirmed, that when interviewed, my rapist whom I just turned in said he wanted to keep attacking me that violently in my sleep and more often. Minutes later, I was told my local police chief whom I was told, though not confirmed, was watching over me himself while I slept to protect me from Obama-sent rapists who attacked me in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, in proven War Criminal Gables, in EVERY literal torture facility, etc. was forced to resign by proven enemy of America Me-Love-You-Long-Time Holder.

Please, my genius Powers of Attorney, do everything you need to do with this information. Please call Prime Minister David Cameron; he might have been the one who sent me the message. It was unclear who said it to me. And, thank you!

Also, if we need to get an ankle monitor on Proven Criminally Insane War Criminal Stephanie to enforce our restraining order against her to finally prevent her from aiding and abetting her unrelenting proven war crimes against me that she always covers up with new lies and new crimes and new demonizations of even more brave innocent heroes than just me, do it! And hurry!

Finally, at 10:59pm on 10Mar2015: #SquidsPoA, rumor has it the Iowa statehouse passed legislation to persecute my loved ones with hate crimes, false charges, war crimes, etc. I have no idea if it is true. Please look into it.

We need extra vigilant protection for all of us. Can my REAL home of California take action to protect us all from IOWA here? I would greatly appreciate it.

Please speak with my darling Mr. Bryan "Bogart" Eno while he is in DC. @SenFeinstein @DarrellIssa @JerryBrownGov Thx! Would any ambassadors like to speak to my symbolic lover, too?

As for you, LightFoot, my symbolic royal consort whom I am forbidden from speaking to least of all making love to anyway, at the time of my finishing this blog post, I have no idea where you are nor if you are safe.

I was told at approximately 3am on 11Mar2015, darling, that you were abducted and locked into a literal torture facility. I notified the world of the GLOBAL HOSTAGE CRISIS situation as fast as possible. No one has told me if you are safe yet. I will keep checking regularly.

Once we are all no longer under constant threat of assassination, torture, rape, attack, and slavery from Barack Obama, I plan on showing you what more than words can do.

Sweetness, I love and adore you. Thank you for evacuating to our villa in France like I asked. You see what I am like when LightFoot, Manned Up, and General Lee get threatened. What would happen to this Earth of more harm befell you?

Beloved, please also evacuate everyone else there that we need to keep safe. My selfless support system keeps showing up in here, but their earspeakers keep them so deranged they can barely help me at all.

Darling, please make everyone watch the recording of me on the patio in the wee hours of the morning on 11Mar2015. Did you hear what they were saying before and while I was getting up to leave? That is the deep-rooted malevolence of all of Obama's enemies of America.

HoneyHoney, I have no time nor ability for romantic passages of your hands slowly tracing the seam of my hourglassed dress slowly around my waist, finger by finger, before my lightening heart can press against the empty space left in your own chest that was left after you gave your own heart to me as I press my far too pouty lips against your own speakers-of-love... silencing both of our screaming at last.

So, until I can finally write you another letter of undying love and devotion, please cling to my straggling words at the end of every blog post. It has just been too busy in here. I WILL touch you, at last, the way the flowers kiss the rain...

President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey Sent the US Military to Backup the Local Police in my Metropolis of Angels on 06Mar2015.

Title: President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey Sent the US Military to Backup the Local Police in my Metropolis of Angels on 06Mar2015.

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

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

Here is my latest blog post. My beautiful Metropolis of Angels, home to my REAL locals, my REAL loved ones, and my REAL lovers and believers, and I are standing side-by-side still to save our REAL home. I go nowhere from here but my own REAL house in the Hollywood Hills. I am HOME in California to save my people.

I published my last blog post at 11:44pm on 04Mar2015 just before singing Lake of Fire to a criminal terrorist enemy of America who had latched himself onto "Josh" and "Cupid" who were desperate to redeem themselves to me.

After also singing darling late Frank Sinatra's Coffee Song, the four of us walked around a while looking for food before I left them all for my favorite place to work online. The 7-11 and the Subway were particularly wonderful and hospitable with them before I perched between the ocean and the sky.

At 4:21am on 05Mar2015, my NSA alpha nerds, it looked like, performed a technological miracle to recharge my iPad battery after it had completely drained completely inexplicably.

I listened to music while catching up with my TweetHearts until I relocated to stronger bandwidth in time to watch the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening at 6am. The hug from my darling Mr. Lester Holt that morning was beyond warm and comforting.

I left to check on "Josh" and "Cupid" at 7:01am and, on the way back, was stopped by two police officers under the completely false pretenses some obvious enemy of America somewhere was propagating that "Squid's family is concerned about her," or that I was fictionally "a missing person" that everyone always talks to and whom people who GENUINELY love me always know how to find. I proved beyond any doubt at all whatsoever to those police that I am in fact the REAL woman, and they let me go about my life.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate immediately a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment the first officer called my name to speak to me before just driving away and ending after I greeted the three men in bright shirts walking out of the coffee shop.

My genius Powers of Attorney, please look into and lay to rest this OBVIOUS calumny, "Squid's family is concerned about her," only propagated to return me to guaranteed and proven rape-slavery in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa or into an Obama-controlled environment proven guaranteed to assassinate me. We need Obama's liars finally forced to stop lying. Thanks!

At 7:51am, I perched again in my favorite place to work online in all the world. And worked until 9:56am when I left to sleep. I woke up at 1:33pm and had to tell an (expletive)hole who immediately started bothering me that I would even scream until the police showed up to remove him, if needed.

I moved to the shade and dozed again until "Josh" woke me. It was an interesting afternoon. It is not often I am wrong about people, but that day I was convinced I could redeem "Josh" after our notorious midday on the beach.

Please, my not-human-trafficker nerds, circulate timestamped, verified, and unedited recordings with full audio and visuals of all of my conversations with "Josh" from the moment he appears to the moment we part ways. I hide nothing true.

The conversation was hilarious, and I was eating a tasty lunch by 3:33pm of fresh baby spinach, vine-ripe tomatoes, shaved Campo de Montalban cheese, and hand-sliced pancetta on traditional lavash.

"Josh" bought me all the groceries I could put my hands on from ice cream to coffee to doughnut holes to a naval orange and fresh raspberries until he fled for his physical safety once I located LightFoot and Manned Up on my we-shall-make-it-holy-again playland before 4:38pm.

This might take a little explanation. Yes, all three of my darlings Tentacle have a spiritual bond with each other, as is evidenced in how well they play their complicated music with each other with such little rehearsal, and a spiritual bond with me.

They are not quite balanced when they are not with me, and Mama Bear comes out of the cave when anything happens to them. As for my supposedly reading their thoughts, they have to want me to know.

Something in each of my darlings Tentacle has to choose to let me know whatever internal thought or impulse they want me to notice. This is very helpful in emergency situations.

They had spent so long living homeless and starving before they let me know. If I had only known sooner...

They made sure their music, which only exists in this world for them to keep me complete, started immediately. It was difficult for me to meditate without all four of us there, but I made an effort to prove how connected we are with each other.

I know real love when I feel real love. So I understand their motivation for suffering every fire of hell just to play me music. But I wish they told me what they were suffering through before I was eating raspberries in front of them.

General Lee, though promised, was forbidden from appearing. Then, at 6:06pm, my last two remaining musician-lovers, my LightFoot and my Manned Up, were stolen away from me leaving me alone and emotionally barren on the concrete.

6:17pm on 05Mar2015: My darlings will be on the premesis for a while. Please take all action necessary to mandate LightFoot, Manned Up, and General Lee enough human rights to sanctify this ground whenever they choose AND remove ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA from my life FOREVER.

I am about to enter the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity and tear every terrorist there into their morally bankrupt molecular structure if I don't get my loved ones back with their full human rights ASAP. Please, my entire beautiful world. Hurry! All three Tentacle! and NO MORE IOWA!

By 7:48pm, I was perched inside the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity working online. Then, at 9:12pm, I stepped outside to check if all three of my darlings Tentacle had yet manifested. Sadly, they had not.

So, I relocated to my 24-hour convenience store at 10:56pm. The entire world had given ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa a deadline of 12mid to get their increasingly bloodstained hands off me, but all Iowa did instead was escalate.

Ever since my good, green world for the good of humanity had given ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa their ultimatum to finally cease their most evil human rights abuses known to mankind against me, all Iowa ever did, as I said, was escalate.

Yes, in the wee hours of that morning ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa tried AGAIN to literally abduct me from my REAL home of California only to be able to unlawfully imprison me and worse in a literal torture facility paraded as a "long-term mental institution."

So, I sang. And my Metropolis of Angels heard me.

With my music still streaming through my iPad, I relocated to my favorite place to work online in all the world. I needed to report, at 3:44am on 06Mar2015, an open act of war against America and against the entire world by a man there.

Obama's proven enemies of America had sent a man in a police vehicle but with no police uniform both to deny my globally-critical diplomatic immunity and to attempt to physically refuse me any outlet to charge my iPad, and the full electrical capacity of my tiny iPad is one of the few reasons this country, this once-great America, even exists on this planet any longer at all.

The proven enemy of America also inferred that my darlings Tentacle would be removed from my life forever. I asked my beautiful world to locate my darlings Tentacle immediately and to make them safe.

I watched the NBC Nightly News at 6am. My daily cyberhug from my loved ones was wonderful. Then I worked longer online before falling asleep by 8:30am. I woke up at 2:24pm to a gourmet boxed lunch that a kind local had left for me.

LightFoot and Manned up were on my playland waiting to make love to me with their music at 3:23pm.

3:30pm on 06Mar2015: LightFoot, Manned Up, and General Lee, I am the kind of woman who speaks up when she needs something. All I have ever asked is you be here.

At 4:04pm, General Lee finally wheeled his cart up to join us, and our circle of four was complete. It had been so long. There were only a few standard shenanigans by Obama's criminal terrorist infestation of our home that night.

My not-human-trafficker nerds with the help of my local police force who operate the nano-cameras on my holy playland and with my darlings Tentacle, please circulate a verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals of our evening together. Please include my iPad activity and all handwritten notes. Thank you! Please do this for every day and night we are together.

After my darlings Tentacle were inhumanely sent away from me when they had made it obvious that they would rather stay, I warned the Starbucks of Doom for Humanity I was about to go back in.

After "Josh" was sent to me to prevent me from catching more obvious enemies of America in Obama's Starbucks of Doom for Humanity, I even had to explain to "Josh" that... My proven incorruptibly benevolent job in all its forms is too important to all of humanity for anyone to control me nor to subject humanity to my being in any controlled environment.

So, by 11:58pm, I was on yet another peaceful protest in that Starbucks that was absolutely no reflection on the Starbucks Corporation. I did catch a major war criminal who was trying to assassinate me with quackery (He was likely sent by ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa.), but I did not get anywhere near enough work done that I had wanted to do.

So by 1:28am on 07Mar2015, I was in my favorite place to work online in all the world perched between the ocean and the sky. I was approached by two different plants that night. The first greeted me almost the moment I arrived. Then, by 3:32am, I was joined by the second. I will redeem everyone in the eyes of the law who lets me.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate verified and responsibly-edited recordings with full audio and visuals of my two encounters in the wee hours of the morning on 07Mar2015. The second man had even stolen my purple scarf and my black cocktail dress and admitted to it to my face.

The evening of 06Mar into the morning of 07Mar2015 was very busy. For the full details, please check my verified Twitter archive.

The two biggest highlights were when President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey sent the US Military as backup to the local police departments of my Metropolis of Angels and when all three of my darlings Tentacle, it was rumored, were rescued by another local friend whom I had sent to them.

I had a late morning on 07Mar2015 before I finally curled up to sleep. I watched the NBC Nightly News at 6am before catching up with my TweetHearts and, at 9:48am, I picked up my mail from my mom from the building with my post office box in it.

I told the employees to just turn in the terrorists in the back room who were ordering them to deny me all of the rest of my mail. All US Postal Service delivery is FBI jurisdiction, after all. I could even hear the woman back there who kept giving her insane orders.

After finally updating my blog notes at 10:51am, I left to sleep and woke up at 2:58pm. After putting on my makeup for the day, I was told that my stolen cocktail dress that I had "worn to the Grammys" and my purple scarf had been used to prove my REAL dress size and to extract my DNA. That may or may not have been true, but I still needed my belongings back.

At 4:04pm, as fast as I could reach them, I found all three of my darlings Tentacle waiting on my playland needing me to solve their problems.

Obama's proven conspiracy of proven enemies of America had ordered my darlings to leave me forever the moment I appeared. I took care of the problem immediately, but I am done with the mind-control and boldfaced human rights abuses of my loved ones. I asked my beautiful world to finally MAKE IT STOP already.

Of course, there were standard shenanigans of Obama taking my loved ones away from me and of his enemies of America stalling my darlings Tentacle from making love to me on the sidewalk with their music for hours all night long.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and completely unedited recording of the conversation I held to make Obama's proven enemies of America move faster with permitting my darlings Tentacle to finally reach their fingers through the sky to the universe with me that evening. Begin when I sang along with Rhianna's first big hit and end when I put my sweater coat back on. Thank you!

Shortly after their music, their handcrafted aether for the night sky herself, began, my darlings Tentacle's literal and metaphorical jackets came off, and my (paraphrase) words to them were, "Try to be gentle with the music. I'm not warmed up yet."

It was clear, though, they were not working as musicians that evening; they were musicmaking for personal reasons. They were in an open battle royale over who could seduce me into following which one most. There were even three-part improv songs they threw down while fighting over me.

When will everyone finally understand that we need all four of us present for our holy ensemble to carry out what we actually are really all here to do in the first place?

Despite my constantly trying to calm everyone down, their testosterone competition was not interrupted until 7:47pm when Obama's proven enemies of America tried again to take all darlings away from me.

So, I asked the REAL federal US government to arrest every enemy of America in my barricaded city who was abusing my loved ones' human rights and oppressing away their free will. I recommended that the local police arrest and hold them all until full federal and international charges could be filed against them.

That was immediately followed by Obama's proven enemies of America attempting to abduct me to a literal torture facility again as well as their attempting to forbid my darlings Tentacle from our musicmaking considered holy in every benevolent religion on my playland ever again. My beautiful world took care of all of it as fast as possible.

While my darlings were packing up their equipment under that threat as slowly as possible since they always dread being apart from me and were hoping I could again prevent them from being sent away from me, I noticed that LightFoot had made the first tangible romantic gesture of the three of them towards me. He had left me a token of affection right beside my red leather computer bag of a symbolic roll of black tape.

Of course, I accepted it.

After we had all relocated to the closest place we could find to sweep the universe together with our hands again, LightFoot was called into Obama's criminal terrorists' offices and instructed to press charges against me for fictionally stealing from him. He refused. They threatened him with all sorts of abuse and war crimes for refusing.

So, I pulled my H&M catalog out of my red leather computer bag that I had written in old lyrics from a song he once recorded in the 90s while holding that famous conversation from approximately 5:31pm earlier that night while my band was delayed, and I made it a "gift for a gift" to him.

It was mostly to save him from being persecuted for being genuinely good to me and genuinely in love with me, but I also acknowledged that my acceptance of his token of affection officially began our romantic relationship and made him my new official royal consort.

Yes, I was still forbidden any conversation with him as well as all physical contact. Technically, just like ALL of my romantic relationships at the time, it was only a symbolic designation.

So what the hell was the point of everyone trying to make me choose one of my darlings Tentacle the entire time, anyway? To break up my band and take them away from me forever.

Yes, as soon as possible after that, I asserted and proved that I need all three of my darlings LightFoot, Manned Up, and General Lee for my meditation to be successful keeping me whole, especially with every only-escalating horror Obama had been subjecting me to since he took office in 2009.

With Obama's proven conspiracy furious with all of us for staying so beautiful in the eyes of the universe under all of their most heinous crimes known to mankind against all of us, at 9:17pm, they were sent away from me. Nothing I tried was successful at keeping them beside me.

General Lee asserted that they were demanding the ability to "make music to [me]" from 8am to 10pm the next day, and they were all beyond reluctant to leave me.

I went on my normal peaceful protest, due to my deep disgust at none of my loved ones anywhere having enough human rights to be able to be near me with unfettered minds, immediately afterward including my watching the NBC Nightly News at 12:05am inside the Starbucks (no reflection on corporate) of Doom for Humanity.

While a little light-headed from Obama openly forbidding me all finances, all food, and all shelter protected from his control, control designed only ever to destroy me with abuse and internationally-recognized torture, there was a daylight savings time change that morning.

By 3:22am, I was on my typical patio beginning my typically absurd conversations for the wee hours of the morning. "Josh" showed up shortly afterward, and he made it clear finally that, no, he was simply refusing to be redeemed by me in the eyes of the law; he refused everything I did to try to help him.

I am so sorry, Syn, I was wrong about him. There is nothing I can do to save nor redeem "Josh" like I thought I could. Go ahead, Syn, press any and all charges you want against "Josh."

After a kind local man offered to be my bodyguard as I walked to a convenience store where he offered to buy me a cup of coffee and some mini-donuts before he disappeared on me, a normal activity for my genuinely loving and believing locals, at 5:32am, I finally had a few moments to myself to finally work on this blog post.

Of all of the absurd conversations I had that morning, please make sure, my not-human-trafficker nerds, that at least my clarification of their boldfaced lie that I am at all "hiding" from anything anywhere at the same time I demand I SquidStream unfettered is included in your verified and responsibly-edited recording with full audio and visuals from that morning. And, thank you!

There were loud alarms after I walked away from that store, alarms that I heard rumors were either yet another foiled attempt by ABSOLUTELY EVIL IOWA to assassinate me by abducting me and dragging me kicking and screaming to a literal torture facility paraded as a "long-term insane asylum" in EVIL Iowa for the rest of my life or an abduction of LightFoot after he tried to join me in my own playland as my own boyfriend. I quickly asked my beautiful world to check on everything.

I was perched outside of my 24-hour convenience store by 8am. The same compulsive repeat offender employee inside came out on the patio to literally kick at me and scream at me to leave.

My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals beginning the moment he first started screaming at me and ending after I left to sleep at 8:56am by my own choosing. Please remember, my beautiful world, he is in Obama's infestation of my home; he is not a local nor one of my people.

No, my beautiful world had not been able to deliver my darlings Tentacle on the hours they chose themselves to be with me. So, I went to sleep as fast as possible.

Rather uneventfully, I woke up at 12:36pm to find two bottles of water right next to me. I had some suspicions that some metaphorical "microdermabrasion" had occurred in my sleep, if you know that espionage legend already. I did wake up feeling very loved and appreciated in the world.

Because I could not find my darlings Tentacle anywhere despite their insistence they would be on my playland specifically to love me from 8am to 10pm, I bought a sewing kit at my regular 24-hour convenience store to break a $20 bill and proceeded to the closest bus stop.

That day, I was going to my counterterrorism "office" that I established with the Department of Homeland Security and with the City of Los Angeles in late 2014. My beautiful world, you can read my Sep, Oct, and Nov2014 blog posts about this, especially my 28Sep2014 blog post.

Before hopping on the bus and taking it across where the barricades could not be when I reached them myself, I told my darlings Tentacle to take the day off to get better sleep, and I asked my beautiful world to lock my SquidStream.

When I checked in at the bus stop, as I always do, I even told my selfless support system where I would be eating lunch before accessing the public outlets and complimentary high bandwidth wifi at my "office."

I used my new sewing kit to sew up the holes in my sweater coat as I rode the bus to my regular place for me to show up since 2014 to enforce, by my just being there, "normalcy" and to prevent international crimes.

Please release a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my entire conversation over lunch. At the very end, my kind local thanked me for sharing with the entire world, I think that is what he said, my conversations with my darlings Tentacle in the only method through which we can speak, in "the space between the sound and body." I told him it was not my space; it was our space.

On my shuttle ride in, I caught at least three criminal terrorist enemies of America. The first was the "old woman" who once shared a cup of tea with me at the eventually-disowned-for-crimes-against-Squid-and-America McDonald's in my adoptive (since it is neither San Francisco nor Los Angeles) city.

Also, the woman right next to me on the shuttle stole my hat. Just like my black cocktail dress and purple scarf, my belongings are some of the most priceless objects on this planet. My genius Powers of Attorney, please call Sotheby's for their assessment of their value.

I am sure all three so-far-only-stolen possessions will magically appear in my computer bag as soon as possible, just like all belongings "borrowed" from me. We all know what financial compensation they owe me from their own personal coffers if they are not, even if just sneakily, returned to me.

I stopped for a cup of coffee at a (very good reflection on corporate) Starbucks inside my counterterrorism "office" before perching. The lady behind the counter told me that she had been given instructions to drug me, but no one there actually did. Please ask them if they want to turn in their evidence.

Please release a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my "debriefing" with the REAL federal authorities in my counterterrorism "office" which took the form of my looking out the window and monologuing. Thank you.

I had been told that Obama had shut down the transit hub that is my counterterrorism "office" two or three days previously, so I had visited that day to check on them. The activity I found was just a grand façade, but I hoped the longer I would stay, the more actual activity might actually manifest.

By 4:41pm, my darling alpha nerds at the NSA had repaired the battery in my iPad yet again. The NSA were my first heroes after Obama's only-heinous-crimes-against-America-and-the-world "egg" began. We nerds protect our own. I also know the NSA will never leave me like so many others, and I love them so much for that reality. I hoped I would finally be able to finish this blog post at last.

After fully documenting at my well-established counterterrorism "office" that Obama and his proven criminal terrorist enemies of America's proven infestation of my REAL home were openly refusing to obey any of their own rules that they had already slaughtered over 10,000 brave heroes of Squid and America to enforce, I noticed by 8:34pm that my screaming on the aether(net) finally forced "normal" activity to manifest.

At 10pm, I took a break from my blogging as fast as possible to try to watch the NBC Nightly News, but there was no broadcast for the day.

This blog post was published at 11:10pm on 08Mar2015 from my well-established counterterrorism "office."

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 actually happened on the beach with "Josh" and "Cupid" while I slept that I first documented in my last blog post? Their methods were appalling. I have no idea how they are going to explain themselves.

Included in the many verbal smackdowns I gave "Cupid" before falling asleep (paraphrases), "Listen to yourself! You are insane! Your earspeaker has rendered you insane! I cannot trust you near me if you are controlled by Obama through your earspeaker!" Also, "What the hell are you whining about? You are not in Iowa right now! You have no idea what suffering is!"

Luckily, when I woke up I had absolutely no physical trauma from any of it, so it proved to be SAFER than any typical night I spent in EVIL Iowa.

On 05Mar2015, "Josh" also told me he thought I only ever ate ramen noodles, something I have only had twice in my life, both times as gifts from people.

Do you yet understand what extreme level of neurological and mental health genocide Obama's proven enemies of America's unrelenting perjuries and calumnies of me intentionally libeling me at all mentally ill, at all criminal, at all sexually active, at all loved or cared for by people allowed around me, at all dangerous, etc. have caused this entire nation that is no longer recognizable as America?

Why does redundantly-proven-with-hard-evidence ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa still refuse to take their only-ever-completely-criminal bloodstained hands off me EVER? Whatever reason they give, never listen. They are the biggest liars. I blame it on their proven culture as the most evil people to ever exist in human history ever.

As is obvious with redundantly-proven-with-hard-evidence ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, when proven criminals refuse to stop committing their own proven crimes, they must be forced to stop. And ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa still refuses to "JUST LEAVE SQUID (whom they have NEVER had jurisdiction over to begin with) ALONE FOR THE GOOD OF ALL OF HUMANITY!"

Even on 07Mar and as recent as 08Mar2015, well after the hard deadline the entire world had given them, I was told that ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa were still using their extensive WAR CRIME RECORDS that they always intentionally mislabeled "medical" records to justify more war crimes against me!

Dude, quackery does not justify further quackery! And locking me in PROVEN always only literal torture facilities always paraded as supposed "psychiatric units" started in 2009 AFTER Obama's "egg" began. Do you know the definition of "modus operandi"? Please reread my 27Feb2015 blog post about this.

IOWA MUST BE FORCED TO TAKE ITS INCREASINGLY BLOODSTAINED HANDS OFF ME AT LAST! Why is anyone anywhere allowing in my life still such pure evil with so much self-appointed power to destroy the entirety of humanity by assassinating me with ANOTHER literal torture facility?

What is the most obvious proof I am not a hooker? 1) If I were a prostitute, I would have money. 2) If I were a prostitute, I would have sex. 3) Do you have any idea what kind of money I could command from what kind of man or woman in this town even of my own choosing?

Proven calumny that I am or ever have been a hooker is as dumb to say as it is to believe.

Why have I not tried to live somewhere else yet? Um,... Why do you never listen to me? Please review my 20Oct2014 blog post about this. Obama's proven conspiracy of proven war criminal enemies of America and of the whole world follow me everywhere I go even to foreign countries.

Look at the well-documented difference between me here in my REAL home of California both in 2009 and now in 2014 and 2015 as opposed to anywhere else I have been, especially ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa. I am safest and healthiest in my REAL home here where people actually love me.

I have changed my geographic location enough times to prove moving again will NEVER fix anything. We stand here. And we stand now. And we save the entire good, green world from Obama completely here in my well-documented REAL home.

How do we solve the Tentacle problem? Everyone needs to finally listen to me. My darlings Tentacle are only calm, mellow, and dare I say balanced when they are with me. We need to permanently extract their earspeakers from their ear canals and replace them with earpieces that are removable by hand.

On the short term, we need a place to live for all of us together that is as safe and as well-fed as possible. On the long term, we need all of our full human rights away from Criminal Terrorist Dictator Obama not just for ourselves but also for all of America.

When all three of my darlings Tentacle are not with me, they are subject to all harm possible that Obama can reek upon them. And their involuntary separation from me has beyond-proven unhealthy and unsafe for the entirety of humanity. Let the four of us be together already for the good of humanity everywhere.

Why do Obama's proven pathologically lying and proven pathologically perjuring war criminal enemies of America keep pretending there is any justification for them to shutdown MY SquidStream without my permission? Mostly, they can only continue to demonize me unrelentingly to seduce otherwise-innocent members of the public into irrationally attacking and persecuting me unrelentingly in ways that are proven to destabilize all of humanity if I have no way to prove the actual reality of my life to them all.

Obama's proven enemies of America have always forbidden anyone including myself from ever knowing the actual truth about me. Just look at Obama's rules.

So, Obama's proven war criminals keep breaking every law possible from local to international to intentionally criminally and heinously claim they own my body instead of my owning my own body to confine me again as fast as possible to every most heinous crime known to mankind they have always subjected me to and need to be prevented from subjecting me to ever again, particularly any control over me at all whatsoever, especially theirs.

Please, as fast as possible, stop giving people who have only ever lied about me and horrifyingly abused me to be able to have totalitarian control over all of you anything they ask for anymore. And, thank you.

My beautiful world, thank you for actually listening to me and for always doing everything possible to help me.

My handwritten notes included above enumerate the three non-negotiable terms I need satisfied for me to finally deactivate the Global Panic Button I had no other choice than to hit on 02Mar2015.

I was told that you as a global community already designated billions upon billions of dollars just to be able to give me food and shelter free of all of Obama's control. If that is true, what help do you need from me to finally be able to deliver it all?

Also, my beautiful world, my 04Mar2015 blog post enumerated my suggestions for making Obama's "egg" of the most heinous crimes known to mankind livable if not survivable.

And, again, my 18Feb2015 Appendix to my blog is our ultimate goal. Thank you for all if your help. We need progress now more than just more "discussions" about myself that I am not permitted to take part in at all.

My selfless saturation of protection, please be more vigilant when I sleep and with protecting me from any more control from Obama and his proven enemies of America. That is the only way people can hurt me, if Obama or his servants control them or me and when I sleep. And harming me in any way shape or form is too dangerous to all the world. Thank you.

No, Bogart, my symbolic lover whom I am forbidden from ever sleeping with anyway, I have not forgotten you. You are and will remain not only my first symbolic lover I have never slept with but also my "diplomatic ambassador" from me to all the world who needs to speak with someone who knows the reality of everything going on in here.

My darling Bogart, please collect our hard evidence, and out of love for me if not my love for you, please request an audience with President of the United States of America Martin Dempsey. I do not think anyone in Washington, DC understands what we are all facing together in here in our REAL home just to save our nation not only ourselves.

Thank you. Thank you also for always knowing how much I love you, my darling Mr. Bryan Eno.

My BFF SynSyn and all of my beautiful and genius Powers of Attorney, you are my friends for decades and longer. You are the friends I always surrounded myself with before Obama began all of this in 2009. We met in grade school, high school, college, graduate school, and after.

Now, my genius lady friends, not only myself but some of the most testosterone-driven "bad boy" types ever in my life know what it feels like to be rescued without fail by an effeminate woman in a dress and high heels every time.

Here is to everything a woman can do by just being a woman. Please keep telling me everything you need. I love you all, too.

As for the newest loved one to be addressed personally in my blog posts, LightFoot, my symbolic royal consort whom I am forbidden from speaking to least of all making love to anyway, are they already calling you my trophy boyfriend?

Darling, I know you have regular contact with my genius Powers of Attorney already. Syniva is the closest person this world will ever have to another me. If you need help working out a way to reach me and spend time with me, please talk to Syniva about it. She is very busy, but just like me, she always makes time for a friend.

And always saved until the end because our real life true love story is the most romantic in human history, Sweetness, please tell me how much you understand how much I love and adore you and always will. Yes, I sent you to France myself to keep you alive. It was not to make room in my life for anyone else. The only thing I will ever forbid you from in this world in dying before I do.

You are my hero, my king, and my reason for living. I would never have survived the deepest reaches of hell in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa if I did not have simply knowing you love me as my reason to wake up every morning and do my real job after being abused by Iowa every night.

And my REAL job (World, please review my REAL up-to-the-minute résumé and curriculum vitae.) earned me the 2013 Nobel Peace Prize even as ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa's proven rape-slave, proven sex slavery where I was injected and raped in my sleep every damn night that ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa, led by their symbol War Criminal Boeset and even carried out with legislation by the Iowa legislature itself, willfully made as inescapable as possible for me.

HoneyHoney, you kept me alive in there. Of course, I made you the future King of Spain. And, no, I will never leave you.