The Weight of Fame and Downside of Celebrity

How To Be Your Own PR Genius for Real Now #influencers

It isn’t that great. 

Fame. Celebrity. 

Being known.

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One of the fun things I love about being myself is that I have to do the things that people like mainstream celebrities and famous people that you think are big deals due to media coverage; because someone else says so. Most people that are blown up on social media, tv shows, modeling, porn, music, politics, reality shows, movies, and whatever else have blue checkmarks.

What does that mean?

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Verified by who for whom?

That probably belongs in the “do not ask” box. 

Anyways.

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So - where do I begin? Where does it all begin? 

Do you know me? If you don’t me, am I famous? If you’ve never heard of me, but important people and people who are more in-the-know know me does that mean anything? 

Really…

Who knows. 

Probably the snowmen or the railroad workers. 

I digress.

Anyways, I’ve been canceled a bunch and tagged and hacked and have gone viral on multiple platforms. I blew up on Tik Tok and have people that follow all of my profiles since I have a digital string of carnage of layers of my old selves of my stories of the chapters of the fragments of my forgotten memories of past blackouts, traumas, and early infancy and childhood abuse, travel, and black magic.

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In my spiritual coaching business and life coaching packages, I made my clients famous like Kanye made Taylor Swift famous, except for not at all. 

The joy in making other people famous on social media and in real life is as follows:

1. It makes me and my business look good.

2. They get what they wanted and what they paid for.

3. The world heals and improves whenever someone fixes themself via self-development and inner work for holistic wellness and societal harmony. 

4. It shows our expertise and the efficacy of my offerings, talents, skills, and quality wellness offerings, services, and packages for personal transformation, development, and growth.

5. When my clients, customers, and personal loved ones become famous or just copy whatever I do (and pretend like they invented it and are better at it and have any claim to anything without the proper or necessary education, experience, and understanding…), it shows proof of product and that I create markets, industries, and trends. Since I’ve literally and colloquially “broken the internet” multiple times via myself and others, I will now refer to myself as a “Social Media Guru” in my services and offerings if you would care to work with me or learn more about one-to-one collaborative opportunities to expand and grow. 

6. If you visit my website and peruse my graphic design, branding, and website design portfolio in addition to corporate design projects and sales decks, you will see that my authority, expertise, and knowledge are expansive on Fortune 500 levels and beyond my age. I’ve worked with numerous entrepreneurs and CEOS who range from poor immigrants, single moms, and the every girl to millionaires, multi-millionaires, and billionaires. Real CEOs as Guy and Linda (my adoptive white parents) would say…

7. I enjoy working with others who are like-minded and resonate on a spiritual level to create new businesses, brand aesthetics and mission statements, branding identities, and branded websites so that they can live their best life and share their talents, skills, and offerings to the world via physical products, digital content, and so-on and so-forth. Each finished product and spiritual journey is comprised of their unique experiences, desires, goals, and vision for themselves as they see fit for their highest and best life paths.

8. My personal joy is to create the internet and the flow of commerce via fashion, food, homebodying, hobbies, accessories, art, romance, media, content, writings, and podcasts. I am a curator and a commerce channel for wellness and holistic living in a modern world.

9. Taking photos, editing, curating, styling, sourcing locations, caption creation, and hashtag strategies for brand deals, free pr packages, and work opportunities is my bread and butter for personal clients who have the ability to work with me in person wherever I am.

10. I love waffles, hashtags, and candy grams.

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I was a famous baby. I was adopted from Seoul, South Korea, The Republic of Korea at the age of 8 mo. They put me on a plane and flew me to Portland, OR apparently. Who knows what happened before they put me on that plane or what happened on the airplane. Was it a Boeing 747? Was it Korean Air or Delta? 

The white, catholic “high school sweethearts” couple from Dayton, OH had applied to adopt me from Portland. Guy worked for a paper company, and Linda had worked at NCR on computers that filled rooms. Pop Pop, Bill West was an archivist at NCR. Karl Zengel was an architect who built the neighborhoods and owned the lands that had been sold to make things like churches and cemeteries and who knows. 

Typically, I date gangsters, thugs, cartel members, government workers, military, athletes, and who knows. It’s hard to keep track of them all over all those years, all those states, countries, and continents. I was born in the fast lane and shipped over before I ought had been weened off the biological teet. Talk to Holt International about it, ethics, slavery, human trafficking, international adoption, politics, money, paperwork, pedophilia, elite pedophilia rings, FBI, CIA, and/or other international agency clearance if you’re interested. I don’t know - like INTERPOL.

They lie to me. I’m sure they’re just like Free Masons, Knights of Templar, Illuminati, or Eastern Stars or something like that. 

It don’t matter.

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The fun thing about doing your own PR as an entrepreneur, influencer, and digital disruptor (in the good and proper way) is that the foreigners will immediately do it wrong and bad. That’s where my English degree, real-life experience, and aptitude comes into play. 

E.E Cummings broke the rules of grammar. 

When I was 17, I attended a summer program at Columbia University in New York City to attend and complete a Creative Writing program. My family on the paternal line lived there - two model and dancer sister cousins and two gay great uncles - one a secretary, the other a Broadway Playwright. 

In Bali, there’s a cult called 17 Steps at Heaven’s Gate (a popular tourist Instagram destination). 

[This is a great Segway into my first engagement to Nelson Serrano’s grandson. He died on Deathrow in Broward County, Miami on 8/8, my website launch, and Lion’s Gate portal. My fiancee Christian Serrano was a pan trans who is off the records and is an Ecuadorian and Swedish mix who was a manwhore and did porn; his father got him into it. He had a local music label called Star Riser or something. There was a sign, and it was taken down. The Kissing Sailor statue was also removed in 2020. Covid-19 happened after my client and friend went to LA and she filmed a corporate Pilates video for the franchise she was working for and was also able to land traveling teacher gigs and received raises, praise, online fame, followers, subscribers, and more.]

I went to Bali and lived with my millionaire business coach throughout the country over a good amount of time with a few others that knew that the other 40 people dropped out or were let go. She never told me that. No one let me know. She got sick, and I didn’t use all of my calls. She was unprofessional, and the Mastermind VIP Coaching Package and Retreat were nothing like it was advertised. She took advantage of me as a white German in Asia. The Retreat got weirder with breast massages, break ups, and lesbian jealousy. The Forbes journalist and verified famous influencer in gowns with deep and heavy inspo-content also lived with us in the villa. My coaches boyfriend, Paul, was rude and judgmental, and they broke up and lied about their relationship. He had an asian fetish. Sabrina was lesbian for me and lying. She also did BDSM which probably includes porn with some random forty-something male who ditched her. I’m guessing that Christian’s dad, Francisco Serrano? 

Anyways, I digress. I went there after I went to Iquitos, Peru for a week of healing in the Amazon Jungle away from it all, with no wi-fi. We went for ayahuasca ceremonies in Iquitos based on my college friend’s recommendations as she taught ESL in South America post-university in the city. We kept in touch on-and-off via social media. 

*Sidebar: I was also famous and a local celebrity everywhere I’ve lived - OR, DE, GA, CHF, Chicago, and I had people in NYC and LA and scattered all about the world. 

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Before that I went to Vancouver BC in Canada for a different VIP Mastermind Coaching Retreat at the nicest hotel. The one by the water. 

We went to the nice sushi place with the flame-scorched fatty taro. 

It’s like Sugarfish but a restaurant. 

What I loved about Vancouver was the Korean food and the cafe with the croissants and capuccinos that my Korean friend, Sunjin and I went to. We stayed in an airbnb and had arrived from Seattle. We took an Amtrak and spent more time in Seatte on the way back. We had a free tour guide that came to our defense at a dispensary, because a black man was talking to us and hassling us. Sal was great and drove us around in his Jeep and gave us a full tour of the city and parks. He even bought us ice cream. 

I met Lori, a reiki healer from the island who was attending grad school for VR for children for healing purposes. She did our tarot readings and an intuitive session. She said I was an indigo child and highly psychic. We hit it off pretty well and went to an art installation next door to the hotel. There were neon lights, and it was an immersive art experience.

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I spent a lot, a lot of money on personal coaching, healing certifications, coaching certifications, intuitive sessions, online and digital courses, group coaching programs, seminars, workshops, yoga teacher trainings, spiritual business VIP Mastermind Retreats, and more. I took and take my spiritual and personal development journey seriously to a degree and am very thorough, as per usual. I want the best and it to be the best for myself and others, so I hold the par excellence standard. I don’t like to settle and be hustled repeatedly. 

Don’t judge me and my family.

I guarantee you’re the same or worse. 

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How many romantic relationships, engagements, and break-ups have I had? How many people have I dated? Why is love, romance, and sex always at the center of everyone’s gossip and talk about me? Why do people want to sell me and call me a prostitute? Is it my race? Why do people always talk about how I look? Is it my age? Why do these people act like children?

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I live in a small town now. I have for awhile now. I’ve been here since I was 12. We started coming here when we bought the condo in middle school before we moved to Zurich, Switzerland for my high school and Alan’s middle school. 

What annoys me to no end is that my exes dad’s follow and stalk me. They are perverts and pedophiles. They’re liars and are selfish. They are violent and are rapists, invasive, and spies. That’s what bothers me. I don’t want my exes dad’s to spy on me, harass, sabotage, and try to sell, rape, and extort me into sex trafficking, human trafficking, and prostitution rings. 

I am beautiful. I have sex appeal. I was born this way. I can’t help that. The men are the problem, not the women. I should not be penalized for excellence. They should be punished and exiled and unalived for their sins, transgressions, and despicable proclivities and obessions. Matthew Mrozinski drugged me in college and is working for some crap government liabilites from Mohawk indigenous and Polish blood for their self-importance to keep them busy so they murder, rape, and kill less people. His grandpa went to Cornell or something, but his dad and mom moved to Venice which is south of me like half an hour after I moved down here. If you look up lwcoaching.com, they created a fake, fraud, and scam account of a fake business under my name, because they’re poor, liars, and evil. They use me and my name for clout and as the reason for their lies and bullshit. He is insane as is Christian Serrano and his father Francisco Serrano. Nelson Serrano was extradited from Ecuador by the US and died on death row in Miami. Ed Mrozinksi is a creepy polish male who has been obsessed and stalking me since I was 19. 

I was drugged and raped in an attic in Evanston, IL when I was 19. His name was Ed. The house was for sale. His mom died. His dad was an alcoholic. He gave me methalone and methadone and some other stuff. That was my first drugs. 

The guns were in the office. 

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I’ve moved 10 times in my life, more like 20 times if you count all the places in Chicago and what not. Who knows. I try not to think about everything. 

About a fortnight ago, there was a huge terrorist attack and a huge drama. 

I heard people yelling and crying and being beaten and sex noises. I saw aliens. Spaceships. I heard an alien mothership above me. There are Indians, blacks, and Mexicans with chainsaws, weapons, power tools, golf carts, igloo coolers, shovels, equipment, and more. They were burying things and digging other things up. I was almost like murdered at a hotel by a gang who filled the floor of a squeeze operation on my family from Rick Scott and Kamala. 

That was right before the election.

I’m glad she lost. 

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Hello.

Marriott Bonvoy.

Room 228. 

I want a refund from them and from Chase. 

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There were debris on the bottom floor. The Mexican cartel of Sinaloa hacked my phones and accounts. They fucked up my bank account, hacked my devices, and messed with my money to do identity fraud. They’re scammers and conmen and conwomen. 

I took my dog to a hotel, because I knew that they were going to break in and rape me and kill us after they did all of that for nights and days. 

The blacks, Mexicans, and Indians do not belong here. 

The immigrants don’t belong here and don’t deserve to work here, because they’re dangerous liars. They’re also pedophiles and masturbate on the golf course while they dance and yell stuff in Spanish like babbling idiots and sexual retards who need to be tazed, detained, and deported. They harassed me and the neighbors for weeks and ruined everything. They cut trees down, ruined the bushes, and wasted time, money, and resources. 

They traumatized me and attacked my personal property. They opened my garage doors and and have been messing with my mail, packages, and more. 

I hope they hack you, ruin your life, and do the worst to you. 

That’s why I am the way I am.

That’s why I am every secret society, cult, agency, and what not.

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Always be careful.

Xoxo,

Loms