Holdin' Pattern Must End

I need a Settlement Offer!

Legal and Valid.

Finally, stress and guilt free access to medicine for my Fibro-myalgia and Migraines!

Long Awaited!

Bare-faced and Proud

"Linda, you Tammy Faye Bakered yourself, so I Gazpachoed you"  Irv Sawyer to me.

 

Meaning:  You wore Make-up and I judged you as a Hooker (prostitute) so I raped you and humiliated you."

 

By "gazspacho" Irv Sawyer was referring to an old Lenny Bruce joke about Hummus...which is made out of Garbanzo beans.

 

"Hummus is like when you are cumming so hard it's like Gazspacho.

 

Irv Sawyer, I just found out....used this joke to make a Joke out of me and my Loving Nature, and my Natural Sexuality...which was based on the Relationship with a Main Partner...A monogamous Home Base with Open Honest Polyamory (especially on the male side...to keep a man interested in life, cutting off his options is the Worst Choice to make, I believe.)

 

My uncle Irv believes a man should have a dumpy, ugly, unsatisfied, cranky, Fishwife....so he is Justified in cheating on her.

 

I wouldn't be that for Bruce.

 

So Irv tortured me until I seemed unseemly.

 

I just found out that to Irv, Gazspacho = Bukaki  (spelling?)

 

My uncle made me look like a whore to my husband when he first got resurrected.

 

And then got him addicted.

 

On his golden needle.

 

And on his worst fetish.

 

Something that should be taken on with Wisdom.

 

If  there ever is to be Human Sacrifice, it should be carefully considered.

 

Ecclesiastical, The Wheel of the Year.

 

Celebrate! Yes!

 

Constantly?  No.

 

Life is about Balance.

 

The Golden Ratio.

 

My family urges me to "dress Pentecostal"

 

I am a Modern Woman.

 

 

 

 

 

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She was Supposed to be My Resurrection...

"You are supposed to be breathing her air"  Lucius said to me over the Interwebs.

They kept the "Factory Settings" and didn't put my Brain and Eyestalks into the New Blank LindaOphoenix Model...then they download brainwaves like "Dollhouse" and she Studied like mad until the Resurrected Lenny Bruce...Who is a Stone Cold Foxy Rockstar named Lucius now...had a "tincture" he was happy with.

But she is NOT Linda Ophoenix.  I am.

I am here, left behind in a stilted, fake, elevator music, beige world.

Penteostal Punishment for a Rockstar Dream Believer.

I have NOT Changed....I am Still 100% MTV,Rocksexy.Firesoul.

Why would I turn off my Expanded, Evolved Mind?

Why when I KNOW about Rez and how I can be young again, should I Stop desiring Music, Art, Sex or Laughter?


They have been hacking me like crazy....denying me money in cash machines and it this long to book a hotel.....they were actually hacking my credit card off!

They should come up with a Permanent Settlement....because taking things in their hands without my presence and then saying it is handled does No Good at all.

I have no Experience except Gray Disappointment and Sad Anticipation and the World has Sore Shoulders and Tired Ears.

To keep myself going everyday is my greatest achievement right now....to push against the Pain and Negative voices from the past, and tell myself...I do have a Purpose.

Severely Hacked Trying to get Lodging

Irv Put out the Stars to keep Me from seeing them with Bruce-Rez (Lucius)

Imagine getting up each morning by LOUD NOISES feeling completely sore and “worked over” …over and above the normal Fibro myalgia Pain, and when feeling very groggy, there is white secretions.   Then you slowly, painfully get up and check for bruises to photograph,  OOPS…fully charged tablet (with mysteriously broken screen) is out of battery. 

Then…getting ready for the day…Homeless, and STILL Not able to rent even though you are paying your wrongful eviction off….The “Mess W/  your Head Elves” have been there in the night.   They have taken your new black nail polish, or cut a hole in your Grooming Bag.  They mess with your clothes…stealing panties and cutting of hooks on fancy bras.  They rearrange things in your suitcases so that the embarrassment factor of being outside and having and open suitcase takes twice or 3 times as long.

Then, once you find your shampoo and wash up with a large bottle of water (purchased perhaps so you could use the bathroom) Six guys have come by to make comments, and about 4 perfectly dressed Cali-girls scented like heaven.

Next, find A. Bathroom B. WiFi C. Place to Eat and take Vitamins and Meds (Sometimes your meds are missing.---reporting missing medication as a homeless person is a Big Mistake…it leads to confinement as cops see HOMELESS + MEDICATION = EVALUATION.) 

If you can find a place with all 3…restroom, wifi and food….Great!

If there is something Really Important you have to go online for you WILL get HACKED off the INTERNET.

Because of the Remote Access those Punkster/Hackerz have  so many funzies making Every Little

Keystroke a Heroic Effort in Frustration.  Touchpads don’t work or

they are so touchy you flip to another app every few minutes.  Hacking is making Simple things for most people take Extra Time.

 

If you look for a place to stay or rent, the first time the people answer the phone, they sound sad…and say No before you even ask.

Sometime stores will not serve you.

People are either extremely kind (which is confusing in it’s own way), or scowling at you.

When you stop to take a break, or to eat something…most of the time cars have been making wherever you just sat down look like the Main Event.  Suddenly there is a little parade circling around you…Trucks, Harleys, Semis, Anything Loud and Rumbling to actually “Rattle your Brains”…No time to relax and control those migraines with your medicine and some meditation….No time to be creative and draw or write or sing.   Beating your eardrums with Painful Sound.

There is a car running near you most of the time.  When it leaves it is replaced by another.  Most of the cars leave the area when you do.  It feels so much like you are being “Watched by a Private Eye” that y

And then there is that PAIN again.  You fear what you will wake up like in the morning.  There is a lump in your spine that feels like your head slipped and went forward, there’s a hump forming where there is a circular scar on my back.  (My family used to “hang people by their neckbones” which meant that spot…they would fall if it was the actual neck.)  And then there is the “pole sat tailbone…they sat you on your tailbone sitting on the end of an upright pole.

The Time Space Continuum had gotten involved to keep you from your Dreams….it’s been a Long 4 year battle,  You no longer have any Trust In Man or his supposed Kindness.  You lost your best friend, he took some friends and family….and they took your copyrights and money and made a clone of you and gave it to your best friend along with all your money.

You worry about making through the next day…and how LONG the night will last with those weird little nightmares.

And where are the stars?

 

Will Irv put them back in the Sky again...?

 

It's the Only Black that scares me...that Starless Sky.

Woke to Film Crew Next to Me...SNARKY Blond Chick Bitched @ Me!

I woke up this morning to a film crew right next to me telling me they were preparing for  a shoot at a coffee shop down the block!  Some bitchy blond told me it was a public area....but they kept pointing the cameras right at me.  I hid under the blanket and couldn't get going as early to get washed up.  Should have tried the video....because it worked later....here is what happened when I moved to wash my hair.... (See ABOVE Due to HACKERS)

Bad Day Yesterday....Sore Spine...Drowsy

 

This pic is me today, back in the swing of things.  Yesterday after blogging all of that  about the Interwebs...I was worked over pretty badly after I fell asleep.  I woke up and washed up (large bottle of water is my "shower") but really couldn't move and had to attend to my painful spine all day long.

I plan on doing some more today...I need to look into a ticket I got in San Francisco for sleeping in a park....the police hassled me but not the other homeless people sleeping there.   The ticket was stolen and I looked it up on the website by court date and could not find it.  I get paid tomorrow and want to try to pay any fines....but a ticket in Minneapolis disappeared also....

This is Not the way Original Talent should be treated.

Mocking Bird, Humming Bird.

Live on the Street,  Homeless, Hopeless, Friendless, Loveless, Sexless, Beaten while sleeping, Driven all day some days, Limited income, Paycheck to Paycheck, Humiliated,

Told I can Never See my Art to Fruition...Never be a Rock Vocalist or play guitar again...Never be a comic.

Never have sex or be in Love again.

Never gain profits from my talents because I was a prophet.

It's Stupid

And it keeps me from helping my son Aric.

It is like walking through an underground city with no lights and no way out.