📬📩A story of origins by aka MK Sweden baby blankets, 10-milers and SECRET MENUS  dedicated to Andrew (Chapo)


Part I
I’ve walked maybe 20 m in the past these days. I walked ten miles one way on Memorial Day, maybe as the crow flies and gotten a ride back. In this day it was more like six speed-walking and the rest walking. My phone also had died and I thought I was without phone cord so in a way it was for self-preservation.
Yesterday I walked about half of ten(the same point)  it’s funny I walked about five halfway in the morning, whose finish was unintentional at the halfway mark it’s all I could do. Memorial Day in the South I don’t know why when my fake father was alive I had never seen these places and people’s quite this way in the South.
its a lot slower but a lot more sinister. And to realize both sides are inherent fakes—but to refuse to tell origin stories in an era when they are almost required is very hard on me.

Part II
i sat the afternoon (5/25/20) in a MCDs right over the city line the line post which I would use to my advantage this afternoon. I don’t know where the franchisee was this afternoon —but I learned more about the Spanish language and the People of the South in 2020 than I almost ever wanted to know. (I got the largest, most sugary soda I could find after the 5mile walk—I know— but the other two didn’t show —and I all at once knew it was time to move on.

Part iii
So I finished the other 5 miles (5/25/20) almost undercover of darkness. It was much cooler at least. I had to because I was being threatened eviction unlawfully (now I suppose they leave me alone for a time



Part IV It was almost any army 10 miler route one of my partners told me though I never intended army —still don’t. I walked in my Jack Rogers original sandals too because I had already hurt my feet but I persisted. I walked a bit of a treacherous route as it were to stay on sidewalK, avoid detection, to not get hit by cars.
At this point I may need an antibiotic for one of my feet which has featured foot rot. I will decide whether it is worth the trouble for the antibiotic probably.
When I crossed the city line I was kidnapped

Part V I realized I was kidnapped just in another jurisdiction in a group of “townhomes” (read traphouse”
I was led into a trick Diplomats car by a “friend” who was going to give me a driving lift at this point
but then friend was marooned in a trick car without an out in the passenger side exit in front of townhome.
My phone still was out of juice so it was up to me to suggest citizens arrest and evade arrest myself —they let me walk -they suggest back in the direction I came - it was a “consensual conversation” (in the South) for a time and I almost thought again I would not make it but before shaking “ follower I headed in the same direction (at this point it was 2 am)


Part VI AND VII
I don’t know if it’s the South anymore because I handily realized when I was younger and my boyfriend was a sociopath who interested me to “hopping on and off freight trains” and walking long stretches of blissless really Americans that I realized I had been making small Sine waves across the United States and really the Northern Hemisphere of the globe where the U.S. lay.
He was really a boyfriend I had known as a childhood NANNY. My blanket which I knew only as TIN-TIN (like the SWEDIS) TIN-TIN (at least until I dared my FAKE mother DARE YOU TO WASH I (I used to defy her and stick it up my nose I realized but it smelled good.) YOU (I) were supposed to keep these as HEIRLOOMS FRAMED but as soon as suggested this woman who was more slow like the South than I have ever been should do that  she CUT IT UP. Into tiny shreds—it was not framed and my origin story which I do not like to discuss anyway was almost lost to my forever.
In my travels I made it to LA by 9/11. Someone tried to sell me new shoes in exchange for a ride up Highway 1 but I don’t accept simple thank yous etc. BUT ONCE IN LA I HAD ENDED THE SMALL SINE WAVES, like an OLD WORLD GLOBE, and was flown by fake parentage back into their hands. I think they called me to it. I almost missed orientation week this time over it.
TFW when I learned the Italian mafia has ties up and down the east coast and did so then. It almost breaks my little heart.

Part VIII
Back at the Mall 5/25/20 which I reached in darkness (I FORGOT TO mention being now and increasing public figure in spite of now walking everywhere DOES ANYONE REALLY WALK IN LA (I kind of live in LA of the South maybe) I became acquainted with new mall security and new mall cabs—I learned to accept gracefully, use people’s names and to continue to laugh in the face of adversity. I learned to subtly PLAY ON ORIGIN STORIES WITHOUT REVEALING MY OWN. I discovered new meaning for old songs and trinity’s of friendships for HEIDELBERG a place where I should have belonged in high school— believe it or not I trilled on a rhyme on BLACK FORREST GERMAN CHOCOLATE CAKE which was the music I made making my way past heady pine trees on this very CHRISTIAN HIGHWAY in the dark.

Part IX
Now I has gotten to mall too early but I would defeated.. but fast forward I would not sit down. I used “sit down” to my advantage I put myself directly in the same place I had met them earlier this week but wink wink they all knew me in an increasing public profile.

Long story short it was suggested I sit in front of camera at bus depot but without my phone I could not stand the gulag of night and boredom staring me in the face (again i was without charged phone —I am safe and charged now) but I WOULD DO ALMOST ANYTHING TO AVOID BOREDOM ever.

You’ll see my choices later in the morning opened up pettier security to let me know as I asked questions about directors to walk the mall which in the time of COVID-19 would not open until ten or eleven am—we were in the SOUTH—THE SECRET MENU OF THE MALL.


PART X
I guess when I said starbucks has been “my church” in the past . I am Old World —
 but I have never tithed much to Starbucks —I needed to get there at 7 am by avoiding the pimps and panderers of the C mall parking lot. The petty security actually could not see them as they lorded over the stairwells there.
SAY NO MORE.
He took me into the mall to get out, a secret menu route where I started at where I would not sit down and was running out of “foot Pilates” near and Indian restaurant) avoiding Victoria Secret cross to a beautiful architectural courtyard in front of where the Trains let off— I would probably never take train again—where he let me out of the mall until starbucks opened.
I realized waiting there I still would not sit on a bench I homed In on park bench dedication (it was for Alaska) that there were “frozen bird statues”in the courtyard by the roundabout (I would never do loops or go back in my life again) to me they looked so real as to have been frozen there over this past winter and when no one could get to them they became statuettes you’d have to see for yourself.
But I contemplated birds and fake architecture and fake Christ on the Cross “Tai Chi” as I crossed myself and looked at unfinished skyscrapers that overhung the courtyard on this side of the Metro.
My “boyfriend” who led me to kidnap yesterday evening in a Diplomat car with almost no way out
had intoned that at this point I (MED) could intone on smaller birds and have them eat out of the palm of hand ( I probably could but I don’t want to do this ) but I told my story to some birds UNTIL STARBUCKS OPENED AT 7 am)
I kept checking on their door.
I told the birds a wavelength inner song — IN SPITE OF IT ALL, I (YOU) WILL SURVIVE THIS. And they sung it back to me, particularly I heard (YOU, YOU)
When I got into Starbucks I new to order off my NEW SECRET MENU (I would not tell you exactly )
I ordered pure MANGO JUICE (📬📩) when one of the managers heard this I won’t tell you exact recipe , she ran into the back and almost quite deliberately toppled over the plexiglass into my face that SEPARATED THE WORKER FROM ME IN THE TIME OF COVID -19. She later applogized to me.

I also ordered a BACON EGG AND CHEESE WITH GOUDA hold the Gouda slice so it doesn’t cook the first time around and give it back to me. She almost didn’t do it right the first time —Well done on egg and bacon Licht on Gouda. And Mango juice pure.
She did it right the second time.

I am not poor never have been so I was willing to pay the price for SECRET MENU, in fact o had NEARLY “RUN” 20 miles in 2 days. They almost defrauded my chip card too.
She had the gaul to ask me if I WERE WORKING TODAY which perhaps she reads as small talk but she must have read something ULTRA-WEALTHY in my order of my SECRET MENU. I did not see this coming. I walked 20 miles for my survival in the past two days.
I replied I was working but “much later” and couched it that I worked “all the time”.
For all she knew I could be a Southern Nazi (maybe no worse than Italian mafia on the East Coast) as I had learned in my turn as a Lure Model essentially on the city line in the McDs on 5/25/19
I saw a lot of my State I guess I had NOT been awake to see. I even saw Southern Nazi and I had reasoned that wasn’t even me and was very slow like south and not at all what I had thought.
No origin stories here I confessed now to MY BLANKET TIN TIN (STOLEN BABY SWEDEN).
I paid for my breakfast and ate PHAT for once in seclusion (store open but they would not let me sit there) I  AKA MED HAVE LITERALLY BEEN MONIED BUT STARVING IN COVID-19 (MAY 2020) 📫📩And still walked nearly 20 miles in the 5/25-5/26 To the mall.
I won’t tell you what I did for a few hours there at least for now.
But later I walked the typically crowded fancy mall with purpose when less crowded I realized how it was really SMOKE AND MIRRORS I intoned to myself a song as I had done earlier alluding to my FAKE MOM’s white collar crime almost—sonething said the ITALIAN MAFIA banded together and bought out the mall.
I was able to talk to two Apple Mangers whom I drew to the front. Apple is shut down everywhere and while the store was in front of you I could not buy a thing.
What if the Italian mafia via my fake mom  on the east coast bought up the zipcodes I walked and the mall in COVID-19 as sort of a power play.
The Mrs Jan  does not like hearing anything other than kindness, but her origin story is mixed Italian Mafia and Spanish and true Irish catholic hiding behind something else  she has wanted me to believe with my “birth name “ was part of the mix She went through “wrong way”-that’s okay a lot of mixed up families in the South. She was more like West Side Story a record I hated and I was still very PURE. A baby shark misunderstood that I would simply just let go in the case it got too big.
I think after a time I realized I didn’t need to be in the Mall. There I was a Tweety bird in a 19th Century Gilded cage and she’s the puttytat.
I cut my (L’s) losses by taking a cab to just over the city line marked by an 1800s sign.
He hates me for it. And I walked free the rest of the way

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