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The Dead Lady

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Today’s art notes in brief: How to stop odor invasion at local Soup Kitchens

for The Death Project in The Fictional VolunTier Project

by Goura Fotadar

Date: 5418

tag[s]: criminology and art, future and publications on cited: Amazon , trash art, the day of italics, the death project


  1. What happens if somebody sits next you as you are doing a murder investigation or several; and smells really bad; more than a normal body could, … and you are deployed as homeless; so your eating options are not many; … what if it’s not just a regular militia deployment; but an advanced militia deployment which lasts in phases until regular society stops lying to a certain level of component; that could take forever; while you continue to clean up their mess, and they pretend they’ve always been doing that: cleaning up their own messes
  2. Somebody else hands you an orange; and of course it’s the component of non-stench, …

cited: for the next rum’s theory, whenever that comes to work; and cited: voicethread




You squish her the lump refuse form down; and she has turned into a dead lady mummified; who killed her among pepper and salt packets and orange peels just in now my usual cited: rum’s theory tradition, … She is both a casket and a mummy; heirloom-ed by a vine growing near a federal building? known as the post office; you smoke near her, and people still want a piece of her, after and past her death; soon she rises dead and rides on the bus; maybe it’s the bus driver that killed her?

theme: piece of, her

theme music citation: Britney spears, piece of me

  1. See slides 31-40 for speed exhibition made: put together quickly, while mostly at the soup kitchen prior to meal; from this link (cited: voicethread) https://voicethread.com/myvoice/thread/8849244/63190734



The Salt Thing

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date, started: 5.15.17

Library & Literary Relevances

for The Fictional VolunTier Project

by goura fotadar [obvs.]

brief scan of cited source,

text: LOVE STORY by



cited. p. 19

cited. p.13

Salt as

an index,





as the

word alone?

instead of \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\————–

noticing what could be salt.


if we were going to

notice what could also

be salt; and-or

salt-similar :


on a continued, rough; and

semi-quick scan:


cited p.19 —> again

name of doctor;

is salt-like


cited p.20 “Novocain” is salt-like? how

cited p.20 “steak” is salt-like?


cited p.21 “It was beginning to hurt like hell.”


cited p.21


with the earlier

backdrop of

“salt” “nutritional”

advice; and

the silence + attack?

after this last

cited line; in

this text “salt”

and-or salt-like


might have a magical almost

addictive quality.


In other words:

from the interaction brief

on the top of

cited p.21;

“salt” – like when un-responded

to : can or perhaps does

escalate matters.

In an almost shamanic, shaman

response; “salt”

and-or the mention of

something like salt;

if un-responded to,

salt …



[excuse the change of order in numbers; as the book has is being flipped through:]


at the top of

cited. p.3 ; or near

the middle.    tag[s]: research reading

[editing notifications & considerations: period or not after cited? in this specific posting. and when not. and how long will you remember when not and when to.]


Is “coffee” like salt.

and on earlier cited.

p.2 at the start of the book:


“the cheese”

though qualified in

a (non-cited italics)

different way. Is this

still a “salt.”


on cited p.13

almost as if qualifying

salt to this

not surprisingly

shamanic – level

the main character /


almost such declares

indirectly the use

of “salt” …



Parodies can still prove

Satires    importante

indexing uses;

i.e. point ’em

out, too.


aside exercise:

How do you recognize yourself;

how would you map yourself


I really hate bad smell[s].

Define what “bad smell[s]” mean to me. [means to me.]

[i.e. & to you?]


cited p.13, continued …

” “Yer not eatin’ enough salt.”

Maybe if I humor him

he’ll go away.

“Okay, Jack, I’ll start

eating more salt.”

Jesus, was he pleased!

… ”


about the trash receptacle: re, mind [manners] = potpourri temporary

0theme0 trash collection as art

it reminds me to spit in a bottle upon others’ : cited brainstormers et al

suggestion ; and not [just] upon others

it includes the pieces of outsides [leaves in varying stages and twigs like my poetry]

to remind me how to compost;

and it of course is an additional trash collector in stage; as in stage phase

reminding me to grab and trash the notes I no longer use or need;

it also has decent scent since inside it’s filled with not just spit but leaves, and twigs; yeah; and the container of course reminds me to drink enough hydrating liquid and-or prepare still in the homeless life. cited: rum’s theory series on amazon









sleeping outside notes with reading notes , and others

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shelter notes; no, sleeping outside notes;  with reading notes , and others …

where is shelter = sleeping outside or something along that

for The FVP

by Goura Fotadar

source, citation, text: Tracy Barone by “Happy Family”

so actual(l) no-shelter i.e. sleeping outside as a seance – r peering glass: means no drug usage, no abuse

there’d be no way to survive the outside Earth Conditions; under such conditional and non-reformed Living choices; even in the most temperate of climates. So from a clinical perspective some(body) -ies s.o.

(es.o) (in (established.sleeping.outside)) and not lying about is free of infliction abuse, and; drug use; and likely other items of non-reformed Living Choice . . .

p.305 ” … Where she’d worked, in that park with the crazy tent people and trash, there were all kinds of drugs. Drugs going up the nose and in the veins to fill the dark spaces inside. … “

P. 308 and in the case of working for no money; how might you protect yourself against false incriminalization … do these tests; in actuality work: so …

” … You can give me a Breathalyzer. I’m not on drugs. I’ll even piss in a cup, if you can find a clean one … “

p.312 ” Cheri walks into the kitchen wearing the same tank top and underwear, her hair still wet.”

this sounds like the beginning of a sex, scene in romance fiction; and not a possible re-interaction between a mother and an adopted daughter. How ap, propo [sp?] if not correctly translated; soon to-be criminal. theme: scene building(s) in fiction {draw l’arte}

p.315 Doesn’t it depend on who, is dead.

cited: (for) The Death Project; for the supposed ritual of clearing out the clothes, the items, etc.

“” I am going to help you pack up Michael’s clothes. It is not good to sit with them there for so long. You are ready? ” “

So basic   but still: if not “there” than/then wear /where or which “there” might look you for placing the clothing, items of the de


other notes, aside: essentially “no”brake – break in bud get

and depending on the category of

the deceased, to you:

some(body)                     some(body)                               some(body)          The Burial

you didn’t                         you sort-of                                 you liked                     View in this

like                                      didn’t like                                                                           Set (22)


|                                                      |                                                      |

|                                                      |                                                      |

\/                                                     \/                                                     \/

where if different would

you take their clothing, belongings, etc. . . . The Big Quest , on?

theme: also, loot at your calendar

when you’re thinking of death? (a double – mark)

theme: I’m tired of smelling your piss; and piss can’t spell that bad? (fiction theme)

-and here’s an approach when questioned deeper; the character: (response)

p.315 “Cheri has never been particularly sentimental, but she knows she’s not ready to let that shirt go. Cici is sitting on a corner of the bed, looking at her expectantly.”

& then come the observations of action of the deceased in their items: A Memory Death Recollection Builds

P. 315 “How he’d throw off his boots and then later ask, … “

p.317 – and with the death / Death; there-is the mention of “Heaven” and perhaps this character’s  interpretation: of what could be their/ her sight of what “heaven” seem/seam (s) to them; if even away from / close to an actual “heaven”

p. 317, contn. ” … waited to be alone because she’s jonesing … chopped-up Sudafed-pain-pill …”

theme: j,one-sing / jone-sing

” … she knows it’s an empty gesture, like sex (for her?) …” p.317

and finally, maybe a more cliche’ or classically current-worldly view of an actual “heaven” especially after exp-rience-ing the lowly-world-life past another’s death …

“They’re at the seaside chasing waves with Cici’s baby boy and numerous vestal virgins. laughing. “

& then of ca, coarse/course: life’s options(now): “Maybe she’ll just pop the last pain pill and take a bath.”

p.321 and after a bout, services of infidelity “lilacs” also mean :

“To celebrate the fresh start, he had bought her a gift — lilacs, … “

theme: with “lilacs” need to make a sign: stop stealing from homeless people on-the Streets! & Stop asking to … ! (from them/ of them)



The Cumberbund

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The Cumberbund

Art Notes (cont.): The Death Box #4?
tags: art notes, the death project/art, grammar inclusions/tips, art decorations, and how-to another way to make potpourri
for The Fictional VolunTier Project
by Goura Fotadar
date: 83016, 83116
the featurette of: the cleaning people and art charity
Then, since the new group of cleaning people were here; and of course, my relatives did not announce this to me; but as they are the rightful owners of this house, as I’m informed of it, I must succumb to whatever inappropriateness they inflict upon me?, until a few minutes past their arrival.

to see more slides, of the most recent images: see, slides 140-142, (cited, of course: voicethread) update: ’till slide: 147 in this set, I believe!

I had to move the thing, and somewhat quickly
and the glass props were also lost to the cleaning people,
and so the good thing though was that I have a few of my art pieces made to give away; and I was able to practice art charity, and hand them (the cleaning people) the “safety” rock which of course I’ve posted about, in this blog. yay! the opportunity, to practice the goodness (at least, goodness) of art charity
) (why the second, third paren?) A hint on grammar.

aging, the tea leaves in napkins. so I drank loose leaf black tea today and rested some napkins since there is no t.p. the napkins are no longer just being used for art creation, and of course; for “normal” personal hygiene care. the napkins rested on some unidentified kitchen oil which I had to add to pasta, to make it less gross looking; i.e. or more appetizing, they then with one of them storing the tea leaves; went into a stored sealed plastic container, and earlier today so; I removed them just within the hour, and sure enough they had turned upon early night into the scent of potpourri.             how wonderful.


The Penance of The Base, Continued.
Back to the thing, they and a hair wad from my personal wash is going to go onto the base of the thing, which of course ; witch of course did get made stronger with all of the added paper remnants, but upon the sudden knowledge that I must move it, and “waste” the tiny bit of saved flour solution, and lose the glass/non-glass props to the cleaning people, because I just did not have the time to stave them away, before they got here. In any case, they were just washed pieces of garbage, and glasses, and one stone from the backyard; nothing to penance over.
note: I hope you “get” I’m coking here; I meant joking of course. I’m adapting coking now to mean joking, in case it hadn’t already done so, in term. And of course I mean that I’m not actually prior to the adaptation of the word coking, but instead; again joking; and of course I mean that I am not joking about the steps so here described taken further to complete this art piece, but rather in the tone of the description; I am coking/joking; and in this space that’s what I hope you “get”.
but of course which broke apart at the shift, once moved it; and before my noticing the break in sight, I heard it in sound, but there was a quickness with which I had to move to place it in the closet, and I stored it on a collected of hygienic trash(es) paper grocery bag (which of course I hope to use for future art projects); that I purchased before l’hostage situation had escalated; with spare change; though I hardly have had any spare change of recent years, as is commonly now-known, and I so hope. It begs to be defined in the context of the word years, what might be recent. For me, in phase observation, since 2013, I’ve hardly had spare change for the first time in adult life. It’s a jarring re-experience of a horror in childhood, at the hands of a sever-ely incompetent familial clan, and way past a horde of work, which additionally is “supposed” to stave any such disgruntlements in re-experience. But some of us are just born unlucky. Not that that must be the case?
After they were done in here, I moved at least that again, and saw the break. In any case, it’s still being worked on. But one must always wonder in art creation; if it would have turned out another way, when it is done; had that break not happened.
Here are photographs of its current state.  But it’s night, and there’s only one working light in this room, in this designation.

I almost forgot to adde, that after, I had moved it again, and it had sat around for a while, I sprayed the thing down again with cited: lysol (found again.)

Recently, or more recently then; I strapped the thing down like a bride in taffeta and cotton with a cumberbund – l. u. I guess at ’tis point the taffeta would be the underneath layers.
and added in from a newly flour solution of paper napkins and layers of these upon the base and back, which is tough in material of flour and flower, a different flour; the latter in reference, I mean back.
But I also added one more cited: bounce sheet,
in its crest.

featurette 2: homeless dreams

; still working on the back.
the next mourning, go back to the above link, to see the slides past 142, that have been uploaded with regard to this piece, at present.
grabbed an egg’s shells and soaked it, egg/ and them its shells:  in the flour solution waiting in the sink.
thematic builder/tagline: an egg and its shells.

the flour solution is a lot thicker at resting/sitting overnight,
I added the shells onto a napkin and then of course more napkins after they all soaked in the flour solution, and to the breaking base, which almost seams to break at each photograph;
and then I’m adding more saved from recent use loose leaf tea leaves this time spread out with flour and water upon the back, to add a toughness, to the now making paper: fabric.
which of course (they, the t.l.) had been resting in a paper bag, among other napkins, and heated tangerines, and mint leaves, to create again a temporary potpourri, another

nevermind, the bag also contained curry leaves; I s’pose I forgot all that I quickly grabbed thus mourning.

featurette: walking on egg shells
spreading out the tea leaves and folding more soaked in f. solution napkins onto the thing; sorry for the repeating,
until the solution was mostly used up
I’ve decided to add baking powder atop to help it form ; once photographed with baking powder, now-then added/sprinkled; do I dare myself or test it; (re-adapated), to photograph, again.

I love you too, Virtue!

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Just to stay on task, uhm; while everything is going ’round:

I tried to switch up my chant meditation technique with just a switch on the line one chant word: “virtue”

set your alarm for one hour from now, if you want to try:

it’s pretty much straight a shot:

close your eyes and say “virtue” either a loud or in your mind / head

with your lips pursed, what-ever:

one little slight share: “Virtue” started to feel like a Being, I obviously wanted to connect With by the End (of the hour I mean); and below is my symbol-ism or something, and in prep for more perfume notes … potpourri (all that, and more-moor yeah)

VIRTUE on my bed / desk  / meditation spot called space on 1.22.16 : the read red sweatshirt prop : what a pose, VIRTUE ; how/

Sunday, Savannah Potpourri Precursor

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(the first one potpour ri I belie is missing a ‘r’ in the category section; it’s supposed to be ajoke.)