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I'm raising funds $💵$ until 5/14/22 to help Christi Luv eat 🍔, heal 🩹, survive ☔, escape 🧳 a killer 🔪 cult & keep all violators 🤼 out of her body 🧬 (they most recently broke her ankle 🦶 around Valentine's 🥀 Day 2022, before it got fixed). Can you please help? ❣️ Thanks: www.PayPal.com/pools/c/8IW9xmOJYl is the 30-day link for public gifts and www.PayPal.me/ChristiLuvTV is the permanent link for private gifts, as is www.Venmo.com/ChristiLuv if you prefer that vendor. 🛒
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From Christi Luv aka Christianne Taylor:
This is what happened to me -->>> Read The More Detailed Overview Here @ https://christiluv.tumblr.com/post/681682901596848128 and here at https://youtu.be/wlTpL0Kf4dM and https://www.reverbnation.com/ChristiLuv/song/32993997--2021s-theinvisibleman-exposed?source=artistProfile
I don't know who they are and I don't want any part of them. 🌋 But they have made me suicidal.
They are the painful plague of leprosy 🧟 that strategically spent decades gradually and painfully raping my existence 👩🎨, painfully ruining my life 🏊, painfully disabling my health 🛌, painfully brutalizing my body 🧘, painfully poisoning my relationships 👰🤵 and painfully destroying my peace of mind. 🧠
The damage they did to me is beyond the tangible 🙎♀️ --and all the loss they caused me is irreplaceable. 🙍
If I had a time machine I'd erase them all from ever having existed 🧭 --along with every power that they misused to abuse my body and life. 💸
Most if not all of them have been lawlessly sick electric-chair-destined nuts 🤯 hypocritically obeying horrible bogus organized crime contracts 📑 fraudulently faked by impersonators who are just PRETENDING to be high ranking VIPs 🎭 --just to get them to carry out evil orders against innocent people who they want to control 🔨 --like they don't know right from wrong, like they don't know good from bad, like they don't know real from fake, like they don't know sane from insane, like they don't know long-run self-preservation from short-sighted self-interest, and like they don't know how to form their lips to say no 🙅🏼♂️ --or like they're too dumb to realize that I know what they've been doing to me, and that I'm cold-war-level-rooted in the cemented, irrefutable reality that all of their crazy 🤪 rapey 😧 creepy insanity belongs in the solitary confinement pit hell of prison-- or the inescapable straight jacket of a spooky asylum, somewhere in the boondocks, for the criminally deranged and wickedly CRUEL (or worse)-- FOREVER. ⚱️
They abused me for 22+ years and still they want want want from me while still keeping me their cult kidnapped prisoner🔐 --CONSTANTLY KICKED BACK AND FORTH LIKE A FOOTBALL-- trapped in their organized crime gambling games 🏈 of hell, relentless hustle con fraud 🃏 and daily domestic violence from the inside out. 🥊
They even broke my ankle bones this year 😭 before it got fixed, trying to murder me multiple times, causing my death during surgery for 44 seconds-- but then I woke up, thanks to my heroes. 😘 (You can view the photos @ www.Facebook.com/MissChristiLuv {=~()
Please help me escape the monsters 🦹 by getting me out of this country 🇺🇸 so I can be free of their sick twisted power supremacy cult 🚫 and never be obscenely invaded, constantly stalked, painfully violated or grossly watch party exploited by them ever again. 🆘
Or at least contact the FBI 👮 --as these people have previously repeatedly blocked all of my mail 📭 to all forms of American law enforcement, anti-cult escape-help programs, The Queen 👑 of England, and M18, I think.
Obviously I'm *DESPERATELY* SEEKING A WAY OUT OF HERE 👩🏽🏭 --and I don't know who or where else to turn to, since it's not like I heard a knight-in-shining-armor fairy tale prince 🤴 marriage proposal from Justin Timberlake 🕵🏼♂️or Brenton Thwaites 💂🏼♂️ yet. 😉
Please 🙏 help me leave America right now and find a home anywhere else 🇬🇧 but here. Free me 🥺 from these freaky sneaky creepy sick control freaks from hell 👿🤕😈 now-- so that death does not become me-- by donating any of the following:
1. GIVE CHRISTI LUV ANY EFFECTIVE NATURAL CURE REMEDIES 🧫 that help with healing🌡️, pain 💉, inflammation 💊 and balancing out the body 🩺 without the use of or need for harsh chemicals ⚗️ or pharmaceutical drugs 🧪 by sending your healing gifts vis USPS to Christianne Taylor @ 553 Notre Dame Drive, Altamonte Springs, FL 32714. 📬 (and if your pain relief product or other healing health cure is your company's service or invention, Christi will gladly give you a positive online review if it works for her).
2. GIVE THE EASIEST RELIEF HELP TO CHRISTI LUV: 💰 Donate Funds To Christianne Taylor's Cause 💟 To Immediately Help Her Need @ www.PayPal.com/pools/c/8IW9xmOJYl (for momentary public gift giving) or (for stationary private gift giving): www.PayPal.me/ChristiLuvTV or www.Venmo.com/ChristiLuv -- or if you don't like the internet 🖥️ you can just snail mail your check out in a greeting card 💌 by USPS to Christianne Taylor @ 553 Notre Dame Drive, Altamonte Springs, FL 32714. 📬
3. ORDER THE FASTEST DELIVERY HELP FOR CHRISTI LUV: 🍟 Send A Fresh Meaty Meal Order 🍕 or Grocery Delivery Tonight 🥡 (Or A Boxed Canned Meats Order 🥫 From Amazon Prime) To Christianne Taylor @ 553 Notre Dame Drive, Altamonte Springs, FL 32714. 📬
4. VOLUNTEER THE LONGEST LASTING HELP FOR CHRISTI LUV: 🍗🥩🍖 Pick up a 2-week supply of free food 🌯🥙🌮🧆🌭 at your local food pantry (like at The Christian Help Foundation 🏩 or The Christian Sharing Center 🏩 in Longwood)-- and drop it off at the house 🏠 of Christianne Taylor @ 553 Notre Dame Drive, Altamonte Springs, FL 32714 📬 (Or Uber/Lyft 🚕 Christi or someone else to the free food pantry and back).
5. GIVE CHRISTI LUV A NEW WORKING CELL PHONE 📱 AND FREE CELL PHONE SERVICE 📠, or help her successfully fill out a free Lifeline Program application ⌨️ with your street address, and then give her the phone 📞 you receive, because her housemate's active free EBB Assurance Wireless phone service (which, ironically, Christi was kind enough to help her get last year in 2021, out of Christi's own voluntarily helpful spirit 👼🏽)-- keeps being used as an excuse by various wireless companies to block Christi from regaining her own Lifeline phone (based on their convenient 1-per-household excuse), simply (allegedly) due to the fact that Christi and her housemate share the same residential address, even though they are 2 separate households. 🤦🏽
6. GIVE CHRISTI LUV A WORKING LAPTOP 💻 that is compatible with most work from home jobs and writing ✏️ programs (like an up-to-date Windows OS) 🖱️ and is not dependent on the internet in order to function in a word processing ✍️ capacity (so no Chromebooks please).👌
7. GIVE CHRISTI LUV A BACKPACK 🎒 that doesn't weigh Christi down when she walks again 🚶🏽♀️ --which she has had to do off and on for years now-- because she doesn't have a car 🚗 and taxis 🚕 cost too much-- and as soon as she was about to start trying to use the bus 🚌 ststem-- they broke her ankle 🦶 -- so now she has not been able to walk to the bus stop either. 😥
8. GIVE CHRISTI LUV A RIDE or A 30-Day Lynx Bus Pass. 🚌🚕
9. GIVE CHRISTI LUV HER INDEPENDENCE BACK With A Fully Working Car or RV. 🚗🚐
10. GIVE CHRISTI LUV A 🎟️ TICKET 🎫 OUT OF HERE With A Viable Passport Out of America. 🛣️🗺️🛤️🗾✈️🌎💺🏝️
And give her some good bug spray to kill vexing bugs. 🦟🦗🦠 --and/or whatever eats bugs: 🕷️🕸️🦎
1 or 2 days a week from Visiting Angels would also be very helpful, if it's an option...
If you'd like to donate to a cause that's not about just 1 person, please support Christi's 2019 community outreach project to help others ❤️ @ https://ChristiLuvTV.wix.com/WWJDcenter ~ and if you'd like to see a list of all of her past work and major project missions, check her out @ https://christiluv.tumblr.com/post/681563937273233408 🧾
If you'd like to contact Christi directly, feel free to text her at her wifi messaging app (321) 587-9357 📱, call the landline at (407) 788-8986 ☎️ and/or email her at [email protected] 💻
~ Thank you 💕🙋🏽💓 and God Bless You... 💗🙏💖
View a copy of all this @ https://christiluv.tumblr.com/post/681583166037852160 and Read The More Detailed Overview Here @ https://christiluv.tumblr.com/post/681682901596848128 and here at https://youtu.be/wlTpL0Kf4dM and https://www.reverbnation.com/ChristiLuv/song/32993997--2021s-theinvisibleman-exposed?source=artistProfile
My story is best described to you in this message that I wrote to my hospital-issued physical therapist the other day, when she asked me if I was being abused and offered to help me move on and find assistance away from the abuse...
I answered you earlier Saturday morning 🌄🌞🌄 but someone deleted my text before I could send it-- and then they cut me off from the internet so I couldn't post a message, not without WiFi-- so I had to reremember some things... and wait for the WiFi to come back...
Yes. Please 🙏🥺🙏 help me Get Out. I don't know where to go to escape or how to rebuild my life.
I've been trying to be free every few years since 2007, when I tried to live with my best friend Amy and her roommate and my torturer(s) painfully abused my body for that, trying to make me go back home.
Then, in 2008, fun campaigning distracted me from leaving-- and distracted me from the fact that they were moving Amy away from me out of state and trying to torch our friendship just so that I wouldn't have her as a refuge option ever again, which I didn't consciously put together until just now.
Then the loss of Frisky stuck me in 2009-- along with my new habit of being hospitalized in the ER for severe crippling unbearable bloody pain.
Then I tried to run away in 2010 and build a network of people I could connect with for support-- because my circle of support had been noticeably dwindling one by one since I was a baby, almost making me feel cursed to suffer loss and the weakness of aloneness my whole life, so I tried to build what I saw myself as lacking-- which was a reliable connected network of trustworthy people support, but I realized it had no sustainability and no one seemed to be staying connected with me or each other, and I liked helping people, which I had a history of doing, so I morphed my antisocial social club into a humanitarian NPO that threw events to raise funds for charity, attracting passionate higher likeminded altruistic people, showcasing my creative gifts for hire or collaboration with others like me, making the network of people fiscally sustainable so it could continue to exist and bring in more people regardless of their antisocial disconnectedness, all while practically helping people in need and inspirationally drawing attention to important causes to do God's good work and help save the world-- all at the same time. Seemed perfect to me. So of course my abusers sabotaged it right out the gate. Because it could have succeeded. Because it had sustainability capacity. Like how they let me escape to a local hotel in 2010, because that arrangement had no sustainability. But when I ran away to live with friends in both 2007 and 2011-- they sabotaged all of that because it had more sustainability. So they traumatized me and demoralized me so I'd never try to do it again.
Then they continued to take everyone away from me and lock me into their vile vortex of matrix monsters, blocking out outsiders and isolating me with 24/7 frauds who worked for them.
Then the loss of Freddy stuck me in 2012.
Then having no 💰 money 💵 stuck me in 2013.
Then the loss of Grandma REALLY stuck me in 2014...
...followed by the oddness of weirdness happening around me that I started to notice in November, which-- along with creative good cause projects I thought I was working on with my mother-- kept me stuck here in 2015.
All the while the abuse kept exhausting my body, depressing my brain, and I had no idea how to survive on my own while physically at the callous mercy of health afflictions that hospitals and doctors never found anything wrong with let alone had any real cures for. And having never let anyone in before-- not even able to use tampons cause it hurt too much to try to get them in-- I was not psychologically prepared for an unaffordable intimate specialist to get inside of me-- especially just to tell me that I needed surgery I couldn't afford and didn't feel safe doing, because back then, I still wanted to have kids-- and if they had to remove something or accidentally scrape something, they could have messed up that former wish. Though I hadn't realized yet that someone really did want me to be impregnated and it was lucky I'd never been with anyone cause that's exactly what would have happened. And after all that's happened to me-- I never want kids. Cause I don't see how I can protect them from this abuse-- and I don't want them growing up in such a sick culture. Or such a seemingly hard-to-escape rape-casual cult.
Any way, the pain and abuse got worse in 2016, with no financial parachute to help me escape it, so I was stuck-- and miserably hopeless about it-- and no longer social. So, like my music 🎵 on ReverbNation and my movie 🍿 soundtrack album on YouTube to promote my interest in singing on film 🎥 scores, I immersed myself in my book 📚 and screenplay writing via CreateSpace and KDP and tried to make 💰 money on Amazon so I could escape. It didn't appear to make a dime-- and I didn't know how to successfully market my work without money.
So I tried to run away again in 2017-- this time spontaneously on foot-- so they abused my body into crippling pain, endless blood and clotty hemorrhages-- as routine-- forcing me to call 911 again-- an increasingly common occurance since 2009-- and I had to go back to the Emergency Room yet again-- back home.
But after I got better I immediately made plans to run away again, trying to secure survival income via plasma donation and an online friend to help me get out by letting me stay with them for a bit possibly.
So of course my abusive terrorists sabotaged this by kidnapping me, stripping me naked before strangers, trapping me in loud torturous sleep deprivation, with screaming women, HIV positive men, piss on the floor that I stepped in because they forced me to be barefoot and phoneless, as I saw people digging through the trash for food, and I shivered in the 🚿 shower cause there were no shower curtains or doors, and they never let the 🌞🌄🌞 sun shine in or allowed me to have any tools to find help to escape. I felt like I was being kidnapped and terrorized by an organized crime ring of spy cultists who had hijacked my whole life-- and they owned law enforcement, it seemed, so I had no refuge to turn to for help.
Then I found pseudo-reliable income from unpredictably screen-passed plasma donations, which harped on geo-centric home address identity in order to qualify to become a donor. This was to insinuate that I had to have proof of local address in order to donate at such centers, meaning that I could not take this system of compensation with me on the road if I ever tried to run away again. Which of course I eventually would and they'd of course punish me for it. But I needed income. It was never enough to cover all my needs, and as soon as I started to save any money my abusers suddenly-- conveniently-- found a way to block my income or deny me funds, so I couldn't save up or even cover everything I needed. So I stayed under the poverty line.
Then I fell for an endearingly lovable, earnestly sincere seeming, pure/wholesome seeming, passionately exciting, intoxicatingly intense-yet-upbeat young man in late 2017. He wore his ❤️ heart on his sleeve and he made me feel better-- connecting with me in a personal way that no one else seemed able to do-- and I stuck around in 2018 and 2019 in hopes of seeing him more personally.
The abuse continued, which I don't think he knew about then-- and he distracted me from the pain and made me feel like trying to move forward even while trapped-- instead of giving up, and becoming consciously suicidal, which, though unarticulated grim thoughts unconsciously fleeted through my psyche until I saw him again and they went away-- I didn't consciously start feeling aware of those suicidal thoughts until 2020, I think-- when he became a different person-- one who didn't care about me or the abuse I'd made clear to him by that point that I was going through, and he acted like it was a chore to give a damn-- or to try to get my pain and torment to stop.
As soon as I realized in December of 2019 that whoever he was knew about all this and was a part of it-- working for my abusers-- I instantly threw my guard up, walled up, distrusted him-- and looked for a new caterer for my emotional needs. It was a conscious choice, well aware of my rapidly growing hatred and seething contempt for both the callously blind sex slave trafficking mentality that I felt was fueling all this being shown to me in the sweetness of a wholesome innocent smile-- and the infamous bait and switch routine I once dated, hated and escaped it back in the summer of 2011-- now back in my face through the only boy I'd ever felt personally-- directly/closely emotionally connected to-- and who was nothing like 2011 Guy-- I had felt comfortable in the belief of. Well, except for them both being ♌ Leo. But they had different styles, different upbringings, different goals, different countries, importing New Guy from another world just to avoid all the crap of this one-- and different attitudes towards my screenwriting career interests, no doubt, as New Guy was a talented actor, who I wrote a few scripts for, whereas 2011 Guy was a computer geek who had not a creative bone in his body-- and therefore no respect for it. Even though I was quietly good at what I wasn't getting paid for-- while he openly sucked at what he was getting paid big bucks to do-- fixing tech nightmares.
Though he was fairly good at working for my abusers.
Top shelf.
So any way-- I had already been primed over the previous few months, made to feel like an old flame from my childhood sweetheart days of teen dreams and Prom Kings was sort of watching me and playing games with me-- trying to get me to play back with him, catch some rhythm from me or something-- all of which I ignored, in all of its annoyingly timed, oddly depicted, though almost intentionally humorously amusing magazine cover weirdness, as I didn't know for sure what his love life situation was, and before this moment-- I had been content with mine-- until after I got the impression that New Guy was helping my abusers seduce me so they could trick me into submitting to their control.
THAT'S when I started to BAIL, emotionally-- and mentally transfer to a 2nd emotionally need-fulfilling option.
So I decided to cerebrally-but-not-physically play back with my flavorfully fun, charming, refreshingly honest/open, spiritedly exciting relief of a liberating Old Flame, who spoke magic to my musical side, because he's a gifted multitalented musician.
While I felt like I had passion, intensity, emotional need, relational pace, movies and validation of the ❤️ heart in common with my actor friend, I felt like I had dynamics, intellect, communication, curiosity, music and validation of the spirit in common with my musician friend.
So despite the way my musician and I were strategically engineered apart from each other-- deep roots of fond sentimentality, 21 years of familial-degree familiarity, an unrealized littany of socially quizzical angst and a volcanically built up curiosity created the perfect storm of heated crash course fantasizing-- but it turned out to be about the wrong guy. I mistook a lot of game playing irritation for Old Flame's doing, when really it was just someone pretending to be him-- communicating as him with me. That, added to the 20 years of someone strategically trying to pull me away from him without my realizing it-- and me thinking it was Old Flame-- sorta created a powderkeg that lit up and exploded. But nonetheless-- it started something.
I just had no idea that the Old Flame I'd been toyed with and mind-gamed by-- was actually a stranger to me, who I'll call JRK. And a lot of things I was told about Old Flame was really about JRK and another guy, who I call Lucky Charms.
And I also didn't know that either of them were in my business, aware of my fantasies.
At that point, I thought people could only see my business if I was sharing it with them online or in person.
Though, Old Flame didn't really feel like he was here in my life, personally connecting with me, as New Guy did, until 2021-- which is when he got so personal to me that he became my hero.
So I trusted him.
Then I learned of his impersonators identity-- as I would learn of New Guy's impersonator later that year. And realizing Old Flame really was in my life-- personally-- gave me renewed hope and kept me from leaving this mortal coil just to escape all the abuse and turmoil.
I just knew I'd found the light at the end of the tunnel-- finally-- through him.
But then I started to feel like a curse in everyone's life-- so I started having numb mixed feelings about it all. Especially with all the abuse so constant and relentless. I wouldn't wish that on anyone let alone someone I cared about. And it looked like, for awhile there, that connecting with Old Flame or New Guy would cause painful problems for them both-- which I would not consciously do.
I felt like I had to let them go-- for their safety-- which rapidly eroded my hope and made me feel like I had nothing of emotional value to keep me going or tethered-- or trapped, hoping, wishing, praying and waiting for my rescuers of great love-- or at least professional humanity-- to come save the damsel in distress.
So after leaving the hospital that 🌃 night (yet again) to treat the brutality and torture abuse against my body-- yet again-- I decided I couldn't go back to my dwelling just to endure more of it.
So I sent some SOS by USPS snail mail requests for help (again) to the only addresses I knew of for the FBI, Homeland Security and a newspaper organization I wrote for when I was a teenager, dropped them in the blue USPS mailbox of a commercial plaza behind what used to be The Holiday Inn hotel-- where my dad always stayed whenever he visited us from New York, before he passed-- and then I sat in their parking lot and called the hotline of a local women's abuse group. I spoke to the social worker there-- but she didn't seem to understand my situation enough to admit me-- because they too worked for my abusers-- and were afraid I'd try to run away (again).
So I walked back to my dwelling which was no longer my home.
Then I got there, to the house of invisible horrors-- by now it was morning 🌄 time, as I spent all night just walking around town trying to figure out where I could go instead of home (cause they moved all my friends away from me so that I would be trapped with only my abusers and their minions to have access to me and try to control my life)-- and I realized I couldn't let myself go back into that hell house.
I just couldn't do it.
I wouldn't do it.
So I hailed a cab through a taxi app to take me to a homeless shelter, so I wouldn't have to explain myself over the phone just to be rejected admission there-- and I got stranded in Orlando, trying to find a place of public refuge, to escape my abusers and try to start my lovelessly unlived life over-- because my Uber/Lyft driver sabotaged me, following the orders of my abusers who he was secretly working for-- who then tortured me with endless cripplimg back pain for a month straight in October, so I couldn't go anywhere-- and to yet again deter me from trying to escape again-- which, in the past, it would have. But now that I felt empowered by more specific knowledge and understanding of my situation-- I simply recalibrated and formed a new plan.
But they were always in my business, so it was impossible to keep anything secret from them.
Any placed I googled online-- they saw it.
Any person I called on the phone-- they heard it.
Any text I wrote, any word I spoke, any idea I thought-- they clung to it like parasites, manipulatively and routinely wrecking and ruining my plans, withering them into dead flower petals of decay before I even stepped foot outside the 🏠 house. All while making me feel like my misery was being mocked as part of some cruel gambling game, even to the point where they made me feel like they were working hard simply to resist me from getting what I needed and wanted at a Target store I once worked at, making me feel like if I didn't spend extra money to ensure that I got what I wanted, they would win their bet and own me for however long, sabotaging me, blocking me, oppressing me, violating me, abusing me, torturing me and further ruining my life-- if I didn't go out of my way to shop there, get what I wanted and make them lose their bet against me-- even if it wasn't as fiscally frugal and wise as I would have normally otherwise been.
They'd do things like make my pharmaceutically prescribed pain relief medications not work, only letting them be 1% of the actual dosage that makes the medication actually work, skating by illegal medical malpractice tampering on the vaguely documented technicality that yes I was given pain medication-- but it just wasn't an effective, RIGHTEOUS or humane dosage of it.
Or if I was looking for vitamin c pills to avoid them causing me cold flu symptoms-- and thus losing my already below-the-poverty-line income by being too immunity deficient to donate immunity boosting plasma to boost other people's immunity-- they would vanish all vitamin c bottles from off the shelves and I'd have to spend twice as much to get half the dosage of vitamin c in some other obscure bottle of health improvement pills that just happened to have vitamin c in it, like collagen or something.
And if ever I looked for a new phone-- they made sure nothing was in my price range. Every time I had enough to buy a $20 or even a $30 phone-- they would grab them all and make only the $35 and up phones available. So if I came back with $40, suddenly the only phones available were $45 and up. So if I had $50 that I could spare without having to spend it on food-- then suddenly, conveniently, only the $55 and up phones were available. It felt like a hopeless uphill battle that I could never fight.
And if I sought a free government phone again-- they would just resume blocking my access to the people who would ordinarily send it to me, pretending to be them whenever I dialed a number-- redirecting all my calls back to them-- just like they pretended to be 911 on New Year's Night, because any number I seem to have called from my broken cell phone or landline-- always seemed to be them-- pretending to be the people I was actually trying to reach.
I felt trapped in invisible prison chains, kidnapped by a creepy tech-savvy cult-- that either nobody knew existed-- or nobody had the guts to confront.
They hijacked my medication, my communication, my transportation, my funds, my food, my friends and family network of support, my everything. There was no person, place, thing, network, website, service or even just some private space of personal uncompromised solitary self-possession that I could turn to to help me escape-- not even just to escape them mentally.
Then they added bizarre meanspirited games of crimes to terrorize me and trip me up constantly as they beat me up and raped my entire existence-- until all I wanted to do was die.
Stupid cruel things like that-- which is just the tip of the iceberg and not the worst they've even done to me, just adding to it with constant stress and the ulceric terrorism of juvenile delinquents relentlessly shaking you like a saltshaker, beating you with Pinata sticks-- in between their sharp spiked metal baseball ⚾ bats, while you're bound and gagged, tied to a chair with a black plastic bag over your head, and all they want is to break you open so a bunch of 🍬 candy can spill out of you and make them all richer and more powerful-- at your bloody, painful, grotesquely terrorized and tormented expense.
But back to my original point:
They knew my next plan was to run away to a homeless shelter or women's refuge by a beach, where I could still hide away from my dwelling, even if no place admitted me-- and I could bathe in the ocean 🌊 to clean off and brush my teeth, etc-- secretly living the Blue Lagoon life, hidden in plain site of beach town life, while I tried to quietly rebuild my life-- without any more orchestrated resistance and strategic sabotage.
So they broke my phone and blocked me from accessing an affordable new one ever since-- just so I couldn't have a working communication tool device to help me run away and escape their radius blanket of cult kidnappers surrounding me. And I had no car or bus ticket or other transportation-- so I was stuck.
Then in 2022, after seeking help from law enforcement and other entities to no avail, and writing books about all this after my abusers put me back in the hospital again on New Year's Night, and giving me suicidal conviction on New Year's Day, after attacking me in the street on my way home-- I contacted Safe Passage for help with escaping the cult I never signed on to be a part of.
Still nothing.
So I planned to buy a bus ticket and the cheapest phone I could find, even if it was too expensive-- and just take the long way of escape, while rebuilding my life-- so they blocked me from accessing what little income they allowed me to HAVE-- just like they blocked my food assistance help since the summer of 2021 and all of 2022 thus far, so that I wouldn't be able to spend any money on anything other than food survival. Money which they then blocked me from accessing, so that I would be forced to be dependent on their monthly facilitation of my personal funds that could only be used for food and not for transportation, including bus tickets-- or plane tickets (or medical health or hygiene or pet care or rent or utilities or the marketing of my books and music and calls for help via stamps and letters and the tell all book I was planning to send to the FBI and Homeland Security-- and The Queen 👑 of England and her Intelligence Agency, about this creepy cult and its existential threat to every nation, spilling all their secrets in a nutshell-- none of which I could have afforded with them blocking my access to my own funds and income).
So I decided to play their monthly funds facilitation game with my income by accepting it under the condition of it being through someone I believed I could at least trust the intent of, if not the unsabotaged follow through of…
I'd also felt like I may have discovered the real address to the FBI-- masquerading as the online address for the CIA, with the CIA masquerading as the online address for the FBI. So I'd planned to send them some new mail at the post office (to ensure no fake mail women tampered with my mail 📬 from my 🏠 house mailbox, as it seems someone has)-- after not having sent them anything for about a year. So I finished my income correspondence through a trusted network, and began my trek to the post office-- to finally reach the REAL FBI-- perhaps.
And then my ankle was broken.
And tried to murder me the next day-- many with long held plans of 1st and 2nd degree raping me-- until JRK helped me elude them.
And my broken bones got repaired properly-- and my body is healing perfectly now-- but my musician and my actor have just discovered that my impersonator is not me and so they've rediscovered me and are just now learning what's going on, still with no clearly visibly easy way to reach me and pull me out of this hell.
So that's where I'm at.
I was waiting for the cavalry while plotting my escape.
Neither has worked out thus far, yet I'm told I'm near the end of the wait.
Course they've been implying that to me every few months since the summer of 2020-- and to others since 2018 or 2019.
So I won't hold my breath...
...til I'm beaching in the ocean 🌊 of my long overdue vacation...
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👰🏽 EVERYONE HELPS #FREEtheBRIDE CHRISTIANNE TAYLOR AKA CHRISTI LUV NOW!! 👍
AND CHRISTI LUV WILL *NEVER REWARD HER VICTIMIZERS WITH THE KEYS TO THE KINGDOM.
NOT KNOWINGLY, SHE WON'T.
SHE'LL GIVE YOU ALL STRAIGHT JACKETS FOR YOUR DUMB CRAZY COMPULSIVE INSANITY THOUGH...
WHOEVER EXTRACTS CHRISTIANNE TAYLOR AKA CHRISTI LUV FROM HER DWELLING AT 553 NOTRE DAME DRIVE, ALTAMONTE SPRINGS FLORIDA 32714 NOW OR SOON, AND SHIPS HER OUT OF THE USA WITHOUT HARMING HER IN ANY WAY-- PREFERABLY ALL WITHIN 24 HOURS (IN MARCH OF 2022) WILL RECEIVE $1 BILLION DOLLARS.
THIS IS A LIST OF LINKS FOR YOU TO COPY, KEEP AND SHARE:
Follow the permanent link to this document here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/11Yqlgbg0hZJxu6_V0xcaPcPqdp9OVdOIrJKnHk5ErQg/edit?usp=drivesdk
See the #FrankenScars here: https://www.amazon.com/photos/shared/Wda3wkjzSKmmMgeo5ir9GA.ROzhQ2vP7YEXzd0a3Qi0OT
Read my work history & the stalker-engineered health crisis here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/12PjZanCi4eDSH_2TBocy77WU4RMp8NckrtUYA1M2H2c/edit?usp=drivesdk
Request Food Donations, Health/Hygiene Supplies and/or Service Help To Be Delivered Offline Here: To Christianne Taylor aka Christi Luv @ 553 Notre Dame Drive, Altamonte Springs FL 32714.
Request Monetary Donations To Be Given Online Here @ www.PayPal.me/ChristiLuvTV
My ankle bones were broken at Pollo Tropical in Altamonte Springs on Wednesday, February 9, 2022, surgically fixed the following day, and it's still scarred, in a medical boot, with me hopping around on one foot, on an old lady walker, in order to get around-- which has proven to be much more painfully exhausting than it sounds.
My housemate is a senior citizen who has complained of how hard my fall and ankle break have been on her, causing me to need her help, which she has stressed out over giving me-- trying hard to get me to hop around the house on a walker, and risk another new breakage of my ankle, and has excluded me from certain needs I've had that she did for herself that I couldn't successfully do again yet for myself, like laundry, snack breaks, complex dish duty and trash removal.
I have not been insured.
I have not been able to get EBT Food Assistance to return my calls or letters.
I have exhausted the few people in my personal life who have helped me tremendously-- which I greatly appreciate-- but I still need your assistance.
I need your help.
THIS IS WHAT I NEED HELP GETTING:
*Toilet Paper, Wet Wipes, etc
*Prepared Food Delivery For Myself and A Senior Citizen Tonight
*An Electric Can Opener
*2 Weeks of Free Food From 1 Visit To A Meat Pantry Tomorrow Morning (places like The Christian Help Foundation and The Christian Sharing Center both help with this free of charge, in Longwood, Florida, which isn't far from where we live in Altamonte Springs)
*A Dishwasher
*Cash For Health & Hygiene Needs, Like Medication, Paper Goods, Deodorant, Liquid Soap, Dish Detergent, Laundry Detergent, Dog Food, Destiny's Child's Bills Bills Bills, and other Daily Weekly Monthly Necessities, etc-- Among Other Needs
*A Bariatric Shower Chair
*A Free Phone Service 📱 and a New Phone, To Apply For and Call For Temporary Food Assistance
*A Kitchen Sink
*A Laptop For Work (cause the fall appears to have broken mine)
*A Dryer
*Help Around The House Like Visiting Angels or A Cleaning Lady to help with light household chores, like laundry, trash 🗑️ removal and dish washing help.
*An Exterminator
*And More...
...til I'm beaching in the ocean 🌊 of my long overdue vacation...
Just for the record-- here is my long and dedicated history of working and helping others-- until the crippling pain, health sabotage and a certain set of stalker(s) terrorizing and blocking me for over 12 years completely wrecked my life:
() 1995-2005 = I worked as Altamonte Chapel Community United Church of Christ Food Drives & Youth Leader (1995-2002), Today’s Girl Charm School & Model Club Talent & Role Model Winner (1999), TGCS&MC Alumni Mentor (2000), Faith World Church Youth Music writter/performer (2002-2005) & winner (2003), Goodwill Item Donations (2000-2011), Salvation Army Donations (2000-2014), Paralyzed Veterans of America Item Donations (2000-2014), Grassroots Obama Campaign HQ Founder/Runner (2008), Party-4-A-Cause / Red Cross Fundraiser (2011) ~ while unable to find paid work, sales or cashflow @ Ages 10-20
() 2000-2011 = I worked social security administration employment (predominantly white collar jobs), I worked on supporting Goodwill Item Donations (2000-2011), The Salvation Army Donations (2000-2014), Grassroots Obama Campaign HQ Founder/Co-runner (2008), Party-4-A-Cause / Red Cross Fundraising (2011), Paralyzed Veterans of America Item Donations (2000-2014) ~ while unable to find paid work, sales or any other cashflow @ Ages 15-26
() 2009 = I worked FT @ Purity Products & Sprint-- until my health afflictions began disrupting my work & attendance-- the beginning of my descent into becoming familiar with the ER at my local hospital, which ultimately resulted in my departure @ Age 24.
() 2012 = I worked as a Official Campaign HQ Volunteer Political Campaigner for PBO w/A Local Canvass House ~ while unable to find paid work, sales or any other cashflow @ Age 27-- and then Freddy, my Maltese, died, after 3 years of tumor torture, in which I went broke trying to save his life, 2010 to 2011-- A decade later and I still get all John-Wick’d up about it.
() 2012 = I worked on supporting Salvation Army Donations (2000-2014) ~ while unable to find paid work, sales or other cashflow @ Age 27
() 2012 = I worked on supporting Paralyzed Veterans of America Item Donations (2000-2014) ~ while unable to find paid work, sales or any other cashflow @ Age 27
() 2013 = I musically performed The Winter Springs Arts Festival with ma as paid singing duo Youtube.com/watch?v=HVzqZMwaYRA @ 28
() 2013 = I worked on the cover song music video album #LuvMovieMusicDream! to market my talents to anyone in need of a singer/songwriter for their cinematic movie soundtracks at TinyURL.com/LuvMovieMusicDream @ 28
() 2013 = I worked on supporting The Salvation Army Donations (2000-2014) ~ while unable to find paid work, sales or any other cashflow @ Age 28
() 2013 = I worked on supporting Paralyzed Veterans of America Item Donations (2000-2014) ~ while unable to find paid work, sales or any other cashflow @ Age 28
() 2014 = I worked on supporting Operation Homefront Support The Salvation Army Donations (2000-2014) ~ while unable to find paid work, sales or any other cashflow @ Age 29
() 2014 = I worked on supporting Paralyzed Veterans of America Item Donations (2000-2014) ~ while unable to find paid work, sales or any other cashflow @ Age 29
() 2017 = I worked on supporting TheSharingCenter.org Item Donations (2015-2018) ~ while unable to find paid work, sales or any other cashflow @ Age 32
() 2017 = I worked on supporting SamaritansPurse.org Christmas Toys 4 Kids (2015-Now) ~ while unable to find paid work, sales or any other cashflow @ Age 32
() 2018 = I worked on supporting TheSharingCenter.org Item Donations (2015-2018) ~ while unable to find paid work, sales or any other cashflow @ Age 33
() 2018 = I worked on supporting SamaritansPurse.org Christmas Toys 4 Kids (2015-Now) ~ while unable to find paid work, sales or any other cashflow @ Age 33
() 2019 = I worked on supporting SamaritansPurse.org Christmas Toys 4 Kids (2015-Now) ~ while unable to find paid work, sales or any other cashflow @ Age 34
() 2020 = I worked on supporting SamaritansPurse.org Christmas Toys 4 Kids (2015-Now) ~ while unable to find paid work, sales or any other cashflow @ Age 35
() 2021 = Depending on my circumstances and health, I will hopefully continue my annual tradition of supporting SamaritansPurse.org Christmas Toys 4 Kids (2015-Now) @ Age 36
The Evolution of Christi's Creation (& Copyright) of Feature Length Books
(Quick At-A-Glance ~ excluding solo short stories & concepts):
#RIPtheFLASH-- You were always too good for The CW.
Dear CW Network:
1. 1st you try to upstage #TheFlash & TV's 1st Mixed Race Superhero Family show with perverted propaganda.
2. Then you upstage Barry & Iris's historical 1st TV superhero interracial wedding event with both perverted propaganda, perverted images and a double wedding-- because literally EVERYONE ELSE'S NARCISSISM was apparently more important.
3. Now you're upstaging TV's 1st biracial superhero and interracial superhero family with more perversion like you #RacistsWhoDontKnowYoureRacist really do believe that mixed biracial kids and interracial marriage between Whites and Blacks are the same thing as a perverted sexual behavior and historically immoral / religiously blasphemous / scientifically abnormal sex disorders.
So the CW really believes that Black people are the same thing as perverts, sick behavior and sex disorders?
And The Flash is the best show on the CW but you still had to go and pervert it like all the rest-- as is par for the course in your proud-propaganda, dishonestly-sugar-coating, "lets-all-celebrate-this-crap-and-pretend-there’s-nothing-wrong-with-it" sort of BULL CRAP routine, when-- talk about a “NEWSFLASH”:
Only less than 1 out of every 100 people are even identified as that type of perversion-- less than 1%!
You can actually find more than 10 times more people actively engaged in same-blood-sex perversion (incest) than you can find people in same-gender-sex perversion (homosexuality)-- but we don't see all of our shows flooded with their same-blood-sex 13% demographic-- NOR DO WE F*ING WANT TO!!! CAUSE IT'S SOOOOO GROSS AND DISGUSTING AND DISTURBINGLY / CULTURALLY WRONG!!!
--Yet you flood us with this less than 1% same-gender-sex demographic like it's the cat's meow-- and you present this messed up behavior like it's cool to emulate, like it's a good thing for kids to copy and become-- and you know impressionable kids watch these superhero shows all the time-- it's like f*ing catnip to them.
And yet you betray them with this false immoral narrative that 1 out every handful of people is seriously perverted and that everybody in the whole wide universe either is or should be OK with it, including God, who-- in this crazy thing called REALITY-- actually calls it an abomination against His creation in every holy book, from the Jews to the Christians and even in the Islamic books and other belief systems.
Because it is a SEVERELY pathologically regressive, extinctionist ILLNESS that needs to be cured and deleted like a computer virus-- not celebrated or presented as "good, normal and OK"-- which it is not.
You don't pretend half the country is or wants to be f*ing their same-blood daughter, son, sister, brother, father, mother, etc-- or then go on to pretend like it's totally cool and nothing wrong with it and everybody supports it. And then compare it to interracial marriage, the Black civil rights movement and biracial kids-- do you??
So WTF???
Black people, from our color and experience to our heritage and marriages, to our kids and our legacy-- WE ARE NOT A "PROBLEM" OR A "BEHAVIOR" OR AN “ABNORMALITY” OR "ILLNESS" OR SOME PERVERTED SEXUAL SIN THAT THE WORD OF GOD IS AGAINST.
But sex disorders, sick behavior, perverted attractions-- these are all problems that need a solution. These are all issues that need to be fixed. So you either take it to God in prayer, take it to science for a clinical cure, or do what I believe in-- which is BOTH.
But what you DO NOT DO is pretend a spiritually afflicted, sexologically diseased ONE PERCENT of our entire global population accounts for a quarter of our society-- while simultaneously talking about "fact-checking"-- and then present it to kids like it's OK and positive-- when it's deeply bad and profoundly unhealthy-- and then you constantly liken it to Black people via interracial marriage, our civil rights struggle, and now-- to biracial kids-- including our 1st biracial TV superhero and 1st interracial TV superhero family.
So why don't you fact check your own political propaganda BS and STOP IT? Because until you get YOUR facts straight-- I don't know if I can continue watching ANYTHING on The CW-- including The Flash. It makes me too angry the way you and ABC and Fox in the past, even as long ago as Dark Angel-- how all of you Democrats, for years now, just keep insulting Black people, as well as everyone who just simply respects both their biology and their Bibles.
Then you wonder why we voted for Trump after we voted for Obama. YOU ARE THE REASON WHY. So give yourselves a round of applause cause the GOP wouldn't be so successful if it wasn't for all you loony liberal perverted PC Police State Fascist New Normal Nazis cultishly shoving us all into their arms.
#Trump2020 is all I have to say. Cause he might have made wrongful, old-fashioned schoolyard cracks about Obama not being an American-- BUT AT LEAST HE NEVER LIKENED OBAMA'S RACIAL IDENTITY, RACIAL EXPERIENCE OR HIS PARENTS' INTERRACIAL MARRIAGE TO A F*ING PERVERTED-ASS "ABOMINABLE" AND EXTINCTIONIST SEX DISORDER.
As far as I'm concerned #ProgressivesAreRegressives and from racist Democrat slave-owners of the past to racist Democrat perversion propaganda pushers of the present-- nobody is more PROFOUNDLY racist than #RacistLiberals.
#RIPtheFLASH - You were always too good for The CW Network.
The Democrats keep blocking me from writing you at Whitehouse.gov, because they have essentially ruined my life, so now I must write this open public letter to you, because it is the only way to reach out to you.
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ABOUT YOU
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Dear Mr. President,
First and foremost, I'd just like to say that my family and I voted for you in 2016, and you are the 1st GOP presidential candidate that I myself have ever cast my vote for at the ballot box. We have GREAT respect for you, your WONDERFUL family and your PHENOMENAL empire, which you have created.
We admire your strength and intelligence, The First Lady's beauty and style, and your kids' grace and poise, following in your footsteps of greatness. We are very proud of you and all the amazing things you have accomplished. We think you're doing a FANTASTIC job!
We also hope that your party falls in line and works with you to get more done, so that you can win again in 2020 as well as in the midterms, and do more good work for "We The People".
You are most certainly-- a "winner"!!! --And we LIKE your tweets!
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ABOUT US
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~ ME ~
I'm a writer, who's been writing since childhood, won awards for both singing, songwriting, poetry and essays, and I beat out hundreds of teens, chosen to write for The Orlando Sentinel Newspaper as teen journalist and music / concert reviewer.
I studied writing and film in college, wrote, produced and directed the film short, "A Babysitter's Nightmare", and also collaborated with my writing partner / Mom, to write, produce and direct the music video "Love Dance". I've been a church youth leader, who wrote several newsletters and an advice column, and I have a strong social media presence, writing blogs, Youtube "TV" videos, audio books, and a soap opera, "The Young and The Powerful".
Between Facebook, Youtube and Twitter, I have gained over 10K fans, with songs trending at #1 on ReverbNation for over a year now, and my video / audiobook, "@VirginLoveTV presents The Top 3 Reasons Why I Stopped Dating-- A #VirginSecrets #RealTalk Chat with Christi Luv", and GarageBand album, "@GirlPowerTV presents #CrowdfundThis Til We #RevivePOPmusic!" --An Original Song Sampler CD & MP3, out on Soundcloud and ReverbNation, and soon to be on Amazon.
Some of the novels I've authored include The Book Club Elite acclaimed YA paranormal romance mystery adventure, "Chris Taylor's Hunting Love: The Curse of The Blood Red Seductress", the MG superhero fantasy action adventure, "Chris Taylor's Angel Wars: Comet & Lady Phantom Rise", and the YA murder mystery conspiracy thriller, "The Killer Secrets of Skyler Stone: My Funny Valentine", as well as many screenplays, titles, and a catalog of hit blockbuster commercial concepts, including the inspirational YA paranormal romance mystery drama, "Love Me Tender: The Existence of Sound".
~ MOM ~
My Mom is a veteran performer of stage, tours (Marvelettes, Platters), TV, Broadway, Film ("Hair!", U. A.), and recording (Motown, CBS), with songs published ("Maybe, Maybe Not", "Smile", E.M.I. Italy), and a studio singer on film soundtracks ("The Point", "Lion King"). She's written poems, stories, and stage plays since youth, later wrote, produced, and directed many summer youth productions, and has received awards from The Orlando Bureau of Recreation, Young Adults Progressive Club, NY Chamber of Commerce & Ohio Mayor's Office Recognition Awards for her work, presented by S.T.A.A (Support The Artists of America).
She wrote, produced and directed a PBS TV documentary, "Did You Know? Well You Should!", which won wide acclaim, was a journalist and theatre / film critic columnist for 5 years with The Orlando Times Newspaper. Affiliations include ASCAP, SAG - AFTRA, WGA, and FMPTA, with her PBS broadcasted TV special, "@BlackHeroesTV presents #HEROisTheNewBLACK!"--a positive documentary film series pilot, and "@GirlPowerTV presents #SupportHiddenLegends 2 #SaveMusicLegacies" Blog Journal, coming soon to Amazon.com.
Some of the novels TP has authored include The Book Club Elite acclaimed YA psychological drama suspense mystery, "T.D. Perkins' The Boy Next Door", and the YA social human interest drama, "T.D. Perkins' In His Shoes", as well as many screenplay scripts, titles, and a catalog of hit blockbuster commercial concepts, including the YA romantic horror mystery comedy, "Bite Me!".
Together, we write both fiction and nonfiction, in multiple genres, with an eye for promoting better positive role model characters of more diverse colors, heroes, and the spiritual power and beauty of God. We also write our novels as screenplays, with the end goal of producing them as blockbuster films. We have also written and compiled over 20 blog-journals together, including, "@MySoulFireTV presents The Hi-5-IQ Homeschooler's Guide To Critical Thinking ~ An Educational Textbook Series Overview & Notebook", which will be out soon on Amazon.
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ABOUT OUR FAMILY
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We are The Perkins Family. We've volunteered, donated, and hosted fund-raisers for other peoples' noble causes, and given to many charities, regularly over decades. On the creative front, we have conscientiously woven important social and moral causes into all of our written works, music and productions, and seek to educate and enlighten as well as entertain. We live in a racially mixed middle class neighborhood in Altamonte Springs, Florida. Born into a blended melting pot of Native American, Black and German blood in our ancestry, we come from a great family legacy of American History.
I spring from a noted genius musician and arranger dad, who graduated from a military academy.My grandpa was a military Veteran and former Sergeant, who fought for our country in World War 2, and lost his left hand. My great grandfather William Warley-- a Black Newspaper Owner / Editor / Publisher and NAACP Leader-- fought in 1917 to racially desegregate the housing communities in Louisville, Kentucky, with the historic U.S. Supreme Court case of Buchanan vs Warley-- and WON-- which is why he named her grandma "Victoria"-- for their/our "VICTORY". My uncle served in The Air Force, and other family members have served in various positions, or are currently serving our country and faith in other powerful ways. So the work we and our family have done and still do has given back to others in multiple ways. We look forward to giving back even more in creative ways.
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ABOUT THIS LETTER
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The reason why I'm writing you this letter is because some (and perhaps many) of us over in The I-4 Corridor purple swing state of Florida are being persecuted by at least 1 of 3 organized entities-- Utilities, Inc, Duke Energy, and an unidentified biological engineering agency that has been abusing their power in our home.
Utilities Inc and Duke Energy have cut off our-- and other peoples'-- water and power, over stupid technicalities and errors that were their fault or their orchestration, and there has been no compensation for all the business, health, and sanity that was lost from it.
We have consulted lawyers and are considering our lawsuit options to sue them. But what we need from you is your attention to the fact that these companies have no competition-- and that is why they get away with murder, hurting millions of seniors, veterans, and shut-ins all over the state and country.
Many people have worked hard but are still living paycheck to paycheck because the fields that they are good at or have expertise in do not pay them well, or no one will give them a better gig than what they have-- or they're too old or too sick to matriculate in the rough and tumble job market. These people need protection from vulture monopolies-- and competitive capitalism is the answer.
Won't you stand up for healthy competition for the monopolies that control peoples' lives?
We are literally starving artists, as there is no food in our fridge right now, but we are hungry for more than just physical tangible food--
We are hungry for change.
We are hungry for truth.
We are hungry for triumph.
We're also hungry for food--
But right now, we are passionately hungry for justice.
Will you help us fight back against the tyranny of the greedy monopolies that dominate our daily lives?
Before we file an official lawsuit against these companies, preferably this month, we are asking you or your people to step in and make an example of our utilities company and power company, using our situation to show why Free Market Capitalism-- the realm that you MASTER like a KING-- and the competition that makes it work-- are all so important to our society-- and to show that people-- especially those who have health problems, disabilities, and/or are aging seniors, who've worked all their lives and deserve a break now-- should not live and die on computer glitches and stupid procedural technicalities-- or company error.
It would also prove to all the ridiculously dumb haters and lying traitors out there that you really do care about people of color too, cause you're not racist like they try to slander you as, and it also shows everyone that you're so likable and winning that you got a socially conservative Independent (me) and Democrat (mom) to vote for you in 2016-- simply because--
--you just got it like that.
Either way, you would be doing good for good people, all over Central Florida, as well as doing good for a family that just so happens to come from a historic legacy of noble American History, honorable military veteran service, and uniquely creative giftedness.
We are suffering terribly-- constantly hungry and stressed out-- and I do believe that The Agency directing such negative things in our lives is savage, vicious, inhumane, abusive, haughty and vile. The evil way they torment us is cruel and unusual punishment-- and it needs to stop, like yesterday.
Please use your power to make them STOP doing bad things to us. Please rescue us. We put our hopes in Obama and he let us down. So now it's your turn. Please be our hero and show our old liberal friends-- and new conservative ones-- why we voted for you.
We are desperate for relief-- as ANY relief is GOOD relief at this point, and if things don't let up, I will have to hitchhike at night on the highway, to the ocean-- just to escape the pain and torture of it all.
We believe in you.
And I believe that as soon as this letter meets your eyes-- or your reader's eyes-- you'll come to our rescue and save our day, like The Big Man On Campus that you are. Because you are The Leader of our FREE World, The Head of our State, The Commander In Chief who WE voted for and supported the candidacy of, from jump street. We knew you were gonna win as soon as you said you were running!
That's how much faith we had in you!
So whether you get personally involved or you delegate someone on a lower level to get involved with this case, I know in my heart, soul, and gut that somehow you will help to fix this mess-- cause God put you in power to fight for the PEOPLE and make RIGHT what all the incompetent apathetic LOSERS do WRONG.
Because THAT'S who you ARE.
We are on your side, we have always been on your side during this election cycle, and we will remain standing by your side-- if we have any legs left to stand on by the end of this summer, month and week. Cause we're falling apart at the seams and when I prayed to God to deliver us, He told me to go directly to you, surpass all others, and reach out to the one in the highest office--
--and that's you.
Our last remaining hope...
Thank you. God Bless you. And if you see fit, we also welcome you to help support our efforts to help seniors, veterans and shut-ins in our Christian, faith-based Angel Hearts Art Club crowdfund project to raise funds to help the community at Patreon.com/SoulFireTV, and our effort to cure painful issues like my medical matters at Patreon.com/CureMeTV.
Thank you for reading this. We hope to hear from you or your people soon. We know you're busy dealing with crazy psycho dictators and whatnot... Hope all is well! :) And thanks so much for saving us all from this indecent hell!
God Bless!
Sincerely,
Christi Luv AKA Chris Taylor
407-227-3710 / 407-788-8986 / [email protected]
ReverbNation.com/ChristiLuv / MyArtHaven.WixSite.com/Shop
OUR URGENT CAUSE CAMPAIGNS:
Patreon.com/CureMeTV (To Pay For My Medicine)
Patreon.com/ChristiLuv (To Support Other Causes Including: Angel Hearts Art Club for Seniors, Vets & Shut-Ins & Crowdfund To Turn Our Positive, Original, Inspirational Teen and Young Adult Reading Novels Into Graphic Novels)
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