The Art Life in Non-Crime: Dealing with “Cops” and not cops … Looks like the day I was court-martial ordered for being a civilian [which part looks that way]
for The Fictional VolunTier Project;
criminology reports by a civilian
by Goura Fotadar
tags: evidence against some of the cited: menlo park police department; travel theology and what for; criminology as art, obvious.
date of incident: 43017;
tags: identification of a crime in sight; [not for the blind]; under posing as authorities; but sometimes the real authorities eventually show up; after you’ve done most of the work; tags: how to be an effective non-criminal and-or reformed criminal civilian
Except on that day; there were even more “cops” attempting an arrest of me for producing work in this country; and denying my USA citizenship: No! you’re not American why because we said so. Wait, that’s not how it works. No really it doesn’t work that way; I actually am American; are you, “cop;” because you’re badged and armed in my country; and I’m a free-worker; I’m sure you guys,other know what that means in protected wealth. The matter of voice; coming from who, whom.
now backed up; with more vehicles; gosh there’s something inside cited: 7-11 they really want; could it be the stealing of food. Because some of the folks entering vehicles told me just that on that day; yesterday; that they were consuming food stolen by the “cops” for them and the “cops” not the cops. I hope you can understand the difference.
the original property I was resting on; I was removed from through near active assault; for screaming and calling 9-1-1 to of course prevent another person across-the-street from being assaulted: i.e. for meaning the screams and the 9-1-1 calls [in prevention of assault a requirement of every civilian at least]. I was then first told that if I ever called 9-1-1 ever ever again; I was going to be at least arrested. I’m not committing crime and they are; seemed beside the point to most of these “authorities”
1> Take assurance on never committing crime and-or reforming from crime; when you in freedom act out legally to defend legally without weapons those weaponed and near assault of another potentially innocent other; If this one isn’t innocent they will in the reflecting mirror of criminology use this pattern of assault many bodies against one; to create havoc in an non-entropic and un-holy use of power: This unfortunately is not fiction; though I may create fiction like it if you’re interested; we’ll see.
2> Zoom in on any past signs of violence no matter how small; past an incident such as this [the one above I mean incident]; and especially but not just if these acts of violence are re-appearing in the present and-or after the present incident.
this area has the paramedics parked here way too often; it’s not a hospital; and they seriously need to get a life. In other words, they are committing crime I guarantee you by being here predated for hours and days; and replacing all functional homeless people in the bushes; against their will [of these functional homeless]. One of the “cops” attached’s comment was: you can’t own anything; you’re homeless. Hello! have you seen my work; work is owned by not just but primarily the creator, producer of the work. No! you can’t own anything you’re homeless is not a valid statement with regard to certain homeless and or many populations; and is failure in aptitude fulfillment for any militia role. It also disqualifies you for a functional civilian position; I wouldn’t hire you. In more expressive words; these buildings are highly suspect; and you should watch out for yourself and all other deserving others; when either resting here; and or eating/shopping here.
more pictures of the connecting suspect buildings; as enforced by the “cops” and “paramedics” [not the cops and paramedics; where’s your hospital.]
it should be peaceful on a late Sunday evening; but the “cops” and “paramedics” want to use their un-godly power against who they can scapegoat like Jesus himself.
more pictures of “cops” in restaurants; uhm yeah; that’s what’s happening:
who’s that under the tree; [internal likely their banter:] it seems like she’s jealous that you’re eating; yeah, but I don’t experience jealousy. [External banter:] I think you’re jealous that I’m doing your job while homeless; and you’re stealing like the most non-reformed of criminals; except you’re not in the pen? why? I don’t want you out on my streets. [reference: civil rights.]
Here’s my homeless petition; I’m not an idiot and I know after nearly two assaults not photographed: I’m sorry I was trying to save my life, and whoever the pattern would approach: I want these “cops” in jail for life; and fired from their “jobs”.
submitted to the authorities: like an art project that they make billions for; and I stag in a bush for.
oh wait, did I include this one:
they’re so hungry that they have to file arrests on every restaurant on this property sector; Gosh I’m starved! let’s do some damage? uh, yeah I’m not a “cop”
wait, here’s another of the paramedics at their one-of usual spot not understanding that they’re not in a homeless bush; and like you can’t just stay here; it’s not the hospital; uh yeah, like that; wait maybe they’re “paramedics” and not paramedics; that makes more sense.
So from one of the above numbers; things to notice of suspect; that night the fake scuse me the “cops” sent through her own admission a heavy-set women with her two disgusting children to our, my safe group’s rest-sleep spots; I guess the “cops” are looking to deride more property; after she stared at me for a while and plagiarized my movements; she attempted to offer me fake charity in exchange for you guessed it: my property. When I said no; she came back the next morning or someone very much like her; and littered in the parking lot or made the litter in the parking lot a lot clearer; seriously housed people just because you’re overweight and don’t know how to like actually walk a couple of miles starved; you can’t have everything; for god’s sakes working for free; means we’re paying a lot of your bills to keep you away from us; you know why because you spend your time with the “cops” and “paramedics” court martial ordering civilians; for futile yet violent purpose.
Here’s the ‘scuse me “regular” signs that have been intensified in focus; past event; in crime any signal escalates things; so keep an eye out for your old eye. I hope you can understand that:
Oh by the way; I was nearly run-over twice in the last couple of days; so any un-necessary vehicles are in my mind; a higher than usual risk; especially when equipped.
a-how to conceal one of that annoying bicyclist’s identity; like he deserves it; but I won’t commit crime with this specific facet. Now let’s take a look at the same street approximately around homeless exit time [images coming up]: a smallish street is bombarded with every worthless car,d and-or housed persons. What losers. Seriously. This isn’t high school; and I’m not prom queen.
my food bag is caught in an un-suspecting traffic jam; if they can only get into the parking lot; maybe they can steal my food; too; now that they have my civilian identity; now that’s right; you went to Berkeley “cop” “paramedic” not me as a woman.
after my two-four calls to the cited: c.i.a. to stop the malevolence of hate crimes; is when the-that “cop” told me that I could never call 9-1-1 again; ever again; he can tell me for sure that calling 9-1-1 ever again would mean that I am criminal; yeah, because that’s criminology and the legal system. Go to non-reformed pen, seriously. And to make matters worse; how would the inventor of 9-1-1 feel in emergency response; uh that’s who responds: the “cop” and “paramedic” in fifty no five replicated bodies; uhm yeah; you gotta take into accord all of the vehicles and their connecting bodies; dummies; and of course everybody else in those apartment buildings and eateries; and what else nearby. Can we say that you are attempting to legalize hate crime in this country; and I was the only at first active voice saying “no” to that in the area. Lucky me.
Wait; it’s bicycle morning I swear. I promise it is?
Everyone at approximately 7:30 AM near a park; Welcome to Coventry that homeless chick isn’t really homeless says the “cop” No that’s not what social cause means; I actually am homeless. You’re not. Good now you or rather somebody else gets it. Yes we’re actually homeless workers; and you’re paid workers. Yes, there’s a difference. We’re ending economic injustice; and you aren’t or to a much lesser extent. That’s good very good; onlookers who aren’t stalking; but wait: who said stalking says the dummy monologue but wait look at the coventry visitors:
oh one more cameo yes let’s stalk them; says the “cops” and “paramedics” yes and let’s deny it’s stalking:
on more futile matters; in adult session of the public library; outside of the disgusting pornography no offense! reforming porn viewers; baby time has gotten out of control; their moms nannies or whoever aren’t homeless are they: because I can hardly breathe; video not publicly shared to reproduce and I really mean reproduce confidentiality; but here’s the confidence glimpse of the non-fiction horror of baby gross-ness. there are way too many babies here in terroristic alerts with a nursery walking distance and I mean child nursery from here; why must they congregate with public space working adults; it’s more than scary to think of:
art project [subset]: Coventry [subset];For Functional Homeless and Their Actual non Fake Supporters [Social Cause is Still A real Think.]
When I visit Coventry, I’m not supposed to think about or see my stalkers; I’m not supposed to be threatened with false threats and such accusations; that’s called a violation of Coventry. Really Coventry it’s so much like Existence. A shovel and a drive and a pilfering wage fallinto the ground of Bush. Gosh that sounds like a statement for cited: Vietnam; and so many of them are still in the non-combat Bush. Yeah where the sky’s blue inside. Anyway? This isn’t fiction; or is it; no it isn’t.
Oh! the sun in Coventry is un-believable.
there’s something about the glow we feel on the inside ;
the trees and plants they look anew in Coventry; why they don’t look like that in your house, I’m not sure. Like even in the backyard or uhm porch. I don’t know maybe you’re just not One with the plants; as they say in Coventry: be one with The Sun or something.