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[Celebrations in Criminology] Petals in the Dust; As Motorcycles

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[also in this form: petalsinthedust]

Tag[s]: fiction study time for the fvp, and bizarre incidents of study for the fvp, and criminology, alcohol studies from non-alcoholics


almost and so here,




Celebrations in Criminology

and from “Purplement”

for The Fictional VolunTier Project

by Goura Fotadar

date typed up: 11917


Petals in the Dust;

As Motorcycles 11.8.17


A personal review;

where personal doesn’t

fit: intimate share;

but does fit about

me; I was at the

grocery using a

store pre-given card;

finishing up its use:

which has been such

a blessing; the bounty

of stores as we’ve

known in likely our [h]

adult lives in this Modern Era of Progression:

My God! Everything

Is Available.

… I have this bag,

it’s so heavy, and so

are my other bags …

… I drink a specific

foam; of “orange soda”

and the bottle empty, then

again added I could

re-invent to a new; only

meaning additional art form.

You’re supposed to

know I really love! “orange soda”

But how might you know that in evidence

by the writing, and I mean

Buy now. It of course

sounds like a drink.

In college; somewhere in college I learned;

That i.d.’ ing people over the age

of 29 around or

something, was

extremely illegal.

At the onset, or

now I am 36; and

when I tried to

Explain to the non noble

Form of chauvinism;

Chauvinistic store clerk:

That I learned then;

Which it turns out

Was not that long

[qualified more soon],

Ago; that this

Rule; this law would

Last at least 50

Years; he pretended

Like I wasn’t very


and my bag broke

Like a piece of gleaming

Candy in your mouth

Chipped; and there’s

No injury.

of course, I

Never belie the rumors

That candy were/is

Bad for your teeth;

And my teeth hath

Turned perfect.

Of course the

bag didn’t to brake;

As in it’s still gabbing,

And ‘tis flavor fiction.

As has become

the cause though I

myself am a cop;

And many otters aren’t

yet; there was

Within three

Minutes as usual

An other not-fishing

But attempting to arrest

Me; so that he could

Use my identity to

Do the job he’s already

Illegally not-performing

At; and I never

hired him for. It’s Texas;

And the law here is

Not supposed to slip

Anymore; it’s way past


The replacement

Bag built to never break;

Would have taken

All of my spare,

Change; and tiredly

I decided to weight

The decision. That’s

However of course

Not what I bought

With the pre-given


If you wanted to

Learn how-to jazz;

You would stand your

Left foot on toe

Your right at almost

Toe; 45 degrees

Them from

One mother

Fold at 120 degrees

One of your elbows,

The right; bunch

Up the left hand

Jabbing it like a

Petal in the dust

Vertically and

You’d be listening

To: at least

cited: b.b. wild horses

You would of course

To do this be

Headless; doing it

With heaving

Gabbing bags;

Is called it’s time;

Fore, sleep.

I was just learning

Briefly [will I ever

Get a chance a-moor]

About cited:

Handbags from cited:


The ultimate


Tessa Paul



Happy Veterans’

Or Veteran’s

Day, Veterans

and to your


loved ones, too.



Short pages of “purplement” for The FVP

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dates: 6.5.17 – 61317

tag[s]: fiction excerpts from novels of the future in excerpt here; the death project; the news, and civil rights; literary analysis, culture discussions

Part One. Short pages of “purplement” for The FVP


by goura fotadar

I was thinking about;

as in all of but not just;

my fiction; the bar of the

draw cardes, post; and

the arrangements ; the cost of;

minimal would idol go-to in

times of low-coste; think of so’s

brand pandles; eating even more

food; and how flowers don’t. I’d

been vaiting for it for grandiose bibes;

and treats of mides; and blows of

shadow. Once at least; I’d seen it;

at a stage-front that was non-hoax;

and the ox was at the stage with

green stellas. She was a different way

when; dimples on the tilt; the image

of the inside the fixing of precedence;

and the bakes of no! pale. We were

non-bites; and finally I knew it was

a he; about his wife that he didn’t

like; Boy! was she gone.

Part Two. Non-“purplement” or something


In a review of liquor and

flowers; I had started reading “Lotus


cited: L … magazine
I wanted to discuss at this


point; I’ve just now received the “Issue No. 1 -2016”

the poem on page “9”

cited: the poem on page 9 from cited: L … magazine


aside 0: personal notes of real crime analysis and reports received and albeit civilian status
starts and finishes without severe

reading glance; at that vocation.

“bitchin’ ” is not the main narrator, male, i.e., male-identified?

others that are


at some others

“have”  “kitchen … [s]”

not both? see the “yellow


as the “window” ‘s

entire being ; and you

have a baker , … , a pastry lover …

on “dizgotic” I hardly                           | date: 61117

know what dizgote means

w/out a dictionary and a summative

analysis of it, the word; but I wonder

if she were pregnant; and obvious, I don’t

mean the narrator; as described but I’ve

read-glanced ahead: and you have to wonder:

“Snappy” it’s only to say the reference the

obvious that you can as one likely knows

analyze in parses or in parsing as in code;

cited: coding courses in community college;

something you haven’t read entirely through, yet;

as an entry into reading it : sort of like

the fine printed way to understand the over-all

enough-needed function of a vortex.

tag[s]: non-function structures; on-them.

as an aside;

the death project, more source texts as identified

from “ch. 2 of funeral homes”

p. 11

of “My final Wishes” by Bradley H. Davis

is a title so much “Li Qing Zhao’s Kitchen” p. 9 of “Lotus Magazine”

prom: of p.11

“Upon death, the first thing that has to be done is to choose a funeral director. ”

under: “Funeral Homes” “2.”

theme: prejudice

is like unjust homicide


Miss Ms. Goura Fotadar

wishes to acknowledge the

receipt of your

request of a ban of

her from the Menlo Park Public Library (only) [sited, cited:]

on Alma Street from

today June 12, 2017 to two days after her 36th birthday June 14, 2017.

She appreciates the repeated blandishment

of her identity, gender, race, sanity, non-criminal, etc. statusi and work


by most patrons and volunteer-employees of this

and such practicing libraries. She considers

this extreme harassment

under her social cause

of safety through homelessness

and non-cash paid work; to further support this cause.

She requests that such

harassers not be

reciprocated for any

of her works and

identity; and she petitions

for the firing of all

pertaining library employees;

and volunteers.

She notes that out-spoken

un-defended prejudice

and gossip in this

country is illegal; and

that; likely despite

being at a knowledge

stream such person(s)

are unable to comprehend

the civic nobilite ;

that though you do

not like her; this

is certain; not her


dedicated to the service

      of J. J. L/F

citing p. 344

of  The

Amy Vanderbilt

Complete Book

of Etiquette

by Nancy


and Nancy



The Bench: Scenarios of … madness, not mine; explained.

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The Bench: Scenarios of … madness, not mine; explained.

for The FVP


Tag[s]: Thinkers of action for the fictional voluntier project, is this fiction, and the difference between fiction, non-fiction, and lying, and lying in truth; criminology by gf; copy

… jewels

Date: 6117

By goura fotadar

Theme Modifier: But I was doing nothing! But I was doing that nothing!

Theme: how to provide accurate protection without violence from your internal self.

Theme Art: Vietnam was different. Where’s your proof.


A few weeks ago I was sitting on a bench that I’d sat on earlier that day;

And I was coughing and smoking; men I didn’t know starting talking very loudly about me;

They came up to me; and asked me if I were-was a cop;


And I said, the truth: “no.”


I didn’t answer?


I pretended not to be able to speak … “English” “english”


They got really close to my face; and I waited as they nearly of course assaulted be-me in sequence before the evening hit night in the sky;

I waited to:

To not reveal the way I move, why?

To protect others; although nobody but their supportive onlookers were around

When I stood up finally un-harmed I backed away from all three and my belongings on a bench;

Shortly afterward some of my other belongings were stolen; nowhere near where I sat, then.

I then shrieked repeatedly and they propositioned me in the size of gang, now; for prostitutional sex;

I’m not and so

I said,

“I’m sorry about the screaming I’m a Vietnam Vet and a little bit wonky in the head.”

Oh they said,

Stumbling back away.


Do I look old enough to have served in cited: Vietnam? Basic Aptitude Test of those who at non-random threaten others with …  ; and lose? At attempted hate crimes.


Part Two. this jewelry feature. the shelters of so easy and less easy; how much do they vary


how would you take this piece

and turn it / make it fiction

| so easy |

how would you make it to at least yours [elf]

acceptab,lly non fiction

| less easy |


cited: as accessed on 6117

through fb


This side angle photograph see below is quite vase-istic; I can imagine flowers or none; and it’s still an art piece; collected in a can on your see through view; or in your no sorry on your or their body, no bodies.  or. or. or [to catch all the views.]


Practice for “Purplement”

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for The Fictional VolunTier Project

by Goura Fotadar

date: 52817 m. date: 5.27.17


source, cited: Elizabeth Adler, The Secret of the

Villa Mimosa


just as the cover image

depicts for brief but

general, too; art


the “villa” that is

also a “mimosa”

or scuse me

in the shape of a



the “mimosa” is of course drink;

but is often served in as demonstrated

glass; as shown in cover l’arte. [not here shown]



from the inside cover of

the source, text:

“Dr. Phyl Forster first saw

the un-identified young woman

on an early morning TV



Then overall;

to create a good smelling reality;

applying the past source citation book:

“n rockwell” dabbed in a

spread                               drops of prepared lotion.

-> for cited: & thass y …

  cited: rum’s theory [series]


Rough notes on ART function.

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for the bladder funeral

remember to include

tag[s]: fictional heritage whilst the non-fiction world is sun spun, art notes, word diagrams


art notes: audiography;

cited: voicethread see link below

slide 19 or:

for The Fictional VolunTier Project

by Goura Fotadar







as noted not surprisingly

it art box; another

death box came it

become; had to

be quickly in re-formation

together with excess


+ paper & leaves

& a tea – water


then to turn

things fictional :

bury the thing

semi – like

a truck

cover by the

limited height

and this is

the real definition

of height?

of other vehicles

uncover it if [after sum: time]

you have

bladder concerns such as

cancer; or if you care for

someone … s, ; who

does care for just means at

least think politely of

then unbury it

scribble bladder

and rub some

“piss on it”

bury it again;

aiming for complete



non-fiction back to

for this art

notes posting:

The Creativity of Safety

is Sometimes A Quick



b, lad, der

b a ladder

to [b, lad]

does that make sense?

of support



why the “flag of iwo jima” (cited:)


b, lad [d] er

b, lad [d] er   (er -> swing direction)

b, lad [d] er  ([d] -> the thing that helps as b, lad swings direction of the effort?)

[d] is short for


the strong physical ladder

or long for


the metaphysical ladder


|| meta|| physical

apparent apparent

it is; ladder yes!

must mean support

and not just the traditional

singular climb.



How to keep “it” safe.

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How to keep “it” safe.














for The Fictional VolunTier Project



Exercise: Is This Portion Fiction or Not.  A rough draft.

Theme: Homeless life

Tags: understanding authentication better or for the first time [better]; understanding the query of problem: shelter; theories of non-crime; advocacy: is the real deal; when is plagiarism plagiarism; queries on identity formation in non-fiction.

Level: Easy, basic.


Here’s using myself as example and my work such; example representation:

The Person / People report such and provide an example; the display of the example once you become and-or are familiar with their work is different from its usual display: manifestation. They say it’s to spread its wings wider; and you’re still not sure or are you [… if this is true]. What’s the process of being sure that it’s true , for you [… and not for them].

[next] Pages from “& thass y …” by goura fotadar

[this fiction work labelled to some extent roughly; right above in quotes; is again fiction] is used as art manifesto

Man-If-Established [o]

Tags: emphasis

Theme Inquiries: Emphasis Implies Truth; Emphasis Implies only fiction. How dumb are … .


Safety in the outdoors is much different and-or in the outside redefined and-or translated here to prevent tarnish; to include the outside.

[Define Inappropriate Authority.]

Most officials of inappropriate authority cannot comprehend the functional adventure in resting, retiring and sleeping outside.

Side Copy: Mission Statement: Real Adventure Precludes Spirituality. Look Up The Definition of Preclude; No Look Up the meaning of Precludes.

They don’t miss the view of the sky; that they claim you can’t see outside anyhow at night; and also they have an open-drop or such window tops no panels on roofs or is it rooves. So you consider retiring outdoors at during the day; if public space affords such freedom expanses of schedule for you. They think you are a public hazard for resting outside; and they are much more hygienic for resting inside. But if you’re not just [as in only]; but especially if you are part of any modern homeless movement; and this of course the officials; inappropriate authorities

[no that’s not the definition of officials, official that’s just the contextual meaning here]

might not understand does not imply that you have a safe choice in not being homeless outdoors. How might you use common conceptions of danger I think mistranslated from resting indoors to facets of resting outdoors; such as sleeping under the ground,  against the walls; and covered away from most; that view and-or open in view from, to outside consumers of your rest;


experiences of , such as … that are still afraid of and-or uncomfortable sleeping in tents; and this isn’t

A criticism;

Clobbered up like that sometimes lends itself to something like news stories;

Reminder? : the, this writer seems to think that experiences affect the news; and=or change [more so: effect?] the news, case example:

“A homeless person was thinking that he Alice Q was safely asleep in a bush; and there were an onslaught of housed people who do not support homeless rights; and so think it’s just to pose and receive benefits as homeless people; they see that it is [in] their right[s] to trespass on the homeless resting anywhere especially hidden in bushes in this case; and since they are actually they believe paying all the bills for the homeless; they are also glad they were able to get Alice Q stabbed nearly to death. As the local police in badges have stated: “there’s nothing you can do when the homeless believe they are standing for social cause; we have just right under oath to remove them from all of their locations; because quite simply we work and have worked so much harder than them. That’s the only reason they are homeless; and they by the way do nothing for a living; except drink. I’ve already advised them to consider selling their bodies like the folks we have ‘undercover’ posing as homeless and posing as staff to end charity toward such homeless. We hope to deport them to our countries of origin and away from what is obviously not their home country: the Free United States of America.” 

thinker: is this culturally racist and-or |just| culturally proud.

And the point is homeless or not when there are … like this speaking for … how would you protect your even hallucinations of what might happen for are hallucinations always a falsity of what might could happen in the bush and-or against the wall or on that slab of concrete the only place or one of a few around where you feel  safe enough sleeping / resting / retiring around. Including the indoors by-the-way: where maybe if you were lucky? Enough to live for some time; Oh those luckies who live indoors; that’s why all they do is stalk us in our rest spots. Good logic. Really you should win a medal. Is that medal the restroom; especially the public restrooms.


Is this a proof for the possible application of safety in art; or excuse me; art’s safety; in at least attempted safety.



theme: resting outside is a public hazard according to how aptitude qualified authority

theme 2: Oh shut up! Everything you say or think is fiction and that’s a crime. Or no that’s not right, that’s the truth. [And two are the only options; only two!][?][for everything; only two options; you have only two options.][?]

theme music citation: Homewrecker Marina & The Diamonds

theme illness citations: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder / Post Traumatic Disorder [levels of cited: DSM …]

How to Improve the Circumstances of Charity, Art & Clinicalization

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How to Improve the Circumstances of Charity, Art
& Clinicalization

theme: has this been proofread?
date: 71916
by Goura Fotadar
for The Fictional VolunTier Project
tags: hygiene

Today, the cleaning people are here, earlier and unplanned in the start of my work day,
I’m still recovering and fortunately, meditating from the exhaustion of my workday yesterday.

This sounds like it should be translated to a fcitional inclusion;
but instead, I’ll keep it n.f. for this posting, here.
Let, me take a moment to save, before another document is yet Lost, again!
The n.f. whih and thats not a typo and that’s not eiher so let me set and not steal my own scene; as so many in this not mine house are aiming poorly to do. I’ve had to quickly clean out the room, and dump out some non-transferable stuff I was creating for art, as mentioned elsewhere (in this segment, too); and then most of my art is still stored in the closet, including the perfumery, and the rest just can’t fit in there on the fly, including supplies I’ve stored up, and so they’re cornered into the room, I hope the cleaning folks, this set has been able to get to the clean and this part I can’t as further explained further help-out “safely”. How much risk do I choose to put myself at; not much, the adventure of risk is just not my situational choice of set. I prefer the intelligence of safety and security in all even the most dire of circumstances. The setting is classical music in the now moved to another corner radio, the stuff all cornered up, some in and out of meditation state practice, as I “helped out” and of course the “jarring” righting of this hygiene/copy sentiment. And of course, stretching too, as the cleaning folks clean up, and come back for a vacuum in here, I presume.
Wow! you think, stretching me, meditating me, and listening to classical music, too; and on-top of that working. You think I must not be working. Good news, and there’s been a further interruption. Fortunately, the cleaning people “this set” don’t have to miss out further on the funness I hope of their lives under the constrictions of my mother/and all visiting accompaniers’ lifestyle(s). For when you enter another’s house to clean, you enter their lifestyle, a one that which you have not chosen, and especially when they are home. How unfortunate, but among the good fortune of cleaning thinks and that’s not a typo work out for you better. So the intrusion actually wasn’t this, it was that the cleaning people had to go, and said that I could vacuum, and then my mother said they could instead. And so they are still “trapped” here. Bummers. Life sucks sometimes, In the intermediary almost is unbelievable I received what sounded a recorded call from a c.c. company un-identifying letting me know presumably through recording that they could not lower my interest rate, as if among all of my “debt” laughs out-loud to un-presumably certainly not society, the biggest “pan” in any conundrum is off all things my past c.c. for I have no active besides a basic cited: rushcard, loader
accounts any longer. Pah! the working-class liver translated from financial responsibility to one that no longer has active working accounts, is an almost un-imaginable ability. But so is my mother’s husband pointing is finger in my face, saying: Get Out! So the cleaning lady vacuums and this part, as I predicted, but not told you so, I can’t help out with. What a bummer. But they’ll be on their way soon, to return to better places, I hope your house beats the hell out of their house inlifestyle for the wellbeing of all “decent” cleaners / visitors. IT’s just not promt. But Why was I talking about the scene of fitting so much in, because I’m attempting to be compact, and that means to me not leaving anything out, that could get done under the limitations of this unannounced circumstance. So compact suitcases a translation must only qualify as such. If everything that not you had forgotten but that was “meant” to be included, is. Otherwise, I’m sorry buddy it’s not actually compact. Consider this an allegorical description of the use of enlightenment in Modern Day Work Schedule and Luggage. Blossoms!

First I feel filthy, my regulated to water conservation bath day has been skipped due to repeated physical threats from my mother past days, and “random” men in this house yesterday evening; and I’m not talking about the construction workers. I looked outside as they banged on the front door, and I could not recognize them, and then they entered the house; sounds like the beginnings of a crime novel (fiction). But unfortunate shall turn fortune, and it is my R-e-a-l Life.

Fortunately, my sentiment is charity, and this set of cleaning people are better Beings than past. So I would like to share with them art charity, since they are literally at my door, and scrubbing down toilets where my feces take hold prior to a workable flush. Of course, I could after many years of cleaning, and also having been-being homeless in shelters, “supernaturally” clean these things myself, and I do on occasion. When I don’t get caught. Caught in the criminal activity of cleaning, your folks must be in close to “my” folks? How un-becoming to not let others clean. They by-the-way aren’t so nice to others, even the cleaning people/folks they invite over. But now that I’m about to post this, I’m sure they’ll temporarily fake a different front; to escape the actual legality of true criminality.

I have already handed the cleaning folks art charity of mine, last they were here; this better set of beings; but eh of another type, art charity. The last prior sets, nearly robbed me. At loss today, is the sink solution of art product that I was still creating as of yesterday. But as my mother and her cronies/husband luck would have it, things in refuse hygienic get wasted, when they plan anything; there’s an explanation of bad pattern if any. So if you have a house, and you have cleaning people, give the folks in your house, notice of the cleaning intrusion, so that they don’t have to quickly dump out products that can’t be conserved. And of course, I’m not talking about drugs, taking the locals p.d. s into account, and their incompetence. Putting in again perspective lens from mind’s sight, what it mean for others, when un-becoming and hostile “cleaning” people have come to a house that isn’t yours as the furtively drunk openly hover over what they think is “cleaning”; stealing photographs of your life and without prior notice. I’m so hungry, but wait is the game, well; if you don’t want to call this work. I haven’t eaten since 4 pm yesterday, and it’s already 11 AM. My mother fed me the most putrid of all dishes at that time, and I almost puked. I felt as though I was eating cited: Comet. But of course: poor me! hand to head, I’m not allow’d to touch food to prepare it not even with a microwave in this house, not mine, and so I must but will I survive. No this is copy banter for my hair product that I am furhtering in attempt at charity givin to this set of cleaning people. I only had five prepared, and so I think I will hand them three. You think that’s enough. Of course, I may only be able to get her to accept the one, and I’m not sure that she can squeeze it into her pockets; but we can hope. Good grace, would have it, that my mother’s / accompaniers’ nosy front can’t work its mass into this room, thanks to the competence of some “fill in” ? police officers; I think she’d go to jail, but I wouldn’t bet on any justice/civility with the locals p.d. s . Anyhow, the nosy intrusion turned to a mass, of product, that smells good at your hand, but not at the intrusion which is …
is a sentiment of “power” copy for this product, and will the act be to further completion will I further, be able to hand them the art, charity.
Let’s hope:
Yes! Yes! Yes!
It’s here photographed, further; only because I believe I had planned to also include it elsewhere in my work. But perhaps this is a lesson in art form: copy and its use to application discernment; certainly it is the use of copy; now you will understand others instructions when they make sense. Thank me? or thank the art of copy. I wonder who invented it. I still don’t recall or “know” in constant stay, and that was my first paid gig after college. Gosh, you’d think? would you, I could answer every word on copy’s lines.
yay! good fortune has struck and the cleaning people accepted my art, charity. Fabulous. (The One.) Good news sort of though; I have leftovers, four of, minus one to help preserve the security of copyright.

I think I forgot to include albeit it should be obvious in this haphazard by now slant of laugh? it’s impossible for me to hand anybody a thing, without my mother and cronies intervening for the most part; and nearly jumping me for doing so. Is that legal. I’m sure the local p.d. s would say it’s their house, and that means that I can’t practice art charity within its walls. But that’s an infringement on my work, and so how much legal pull does banning my art charity have if any, and is this why I was given an additionally civic liberte r.o.; for they might not have know about this portion of my charity work, yet; but they knew for example that I planned to write further.

This is the second set of me and the cleaning people not knowing where clean pillowcases are for my set of changed to , I just changed them to help out, the effort of cleaning, sheets. Last time with this set we made the conclusive decision that I should just re-use the old pillowcases. Ew? This time the pillows are laid empty, without case. It sounds like I’m talking about again, Lettering. I feel bad, I wish I could also help them vacuum and wipe down, but I think my mother by-then would catch rift. She’s standing guard as if this is the Holocaust, she and “officer” and we are all indentured Jewish folk. I’m not Jewish, but I recognize the signs of anti-all traditions when they’re repeatedly blaring in front of my face. I will recall to photograph the bed in its current unpillowed cased case, and by-the-way my lack of laundry rights assert in their house that all non-sheet bedding material (I use) can’t be laundered in the laundry machine. I would wash these in the bath-tub also; but I feel they are just too massy to dry and clean there probably. So says my hygienic assessment. Who am I to say a thing? She yells to your imagination. Who’s She (to you)?

To catch an image, of the no pillows case, see for my virtual art lesson/gallery>

Cited: voicethread
cited: background classical kdfc
cited; this set of cleaning people
cited: the gardener is also here.
cited: so is now the postal person
cited: organizational tools of quick skill