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This Is The Most Important Day Of My Life And It’s All Because Of You/ Do You Understand? (poem title)

Most People Think That other people only do physical therapy after becoming injured: however: Picture This: literate people literally bending over backwards to crawl up walls to stand on shoulders to wait until the correct moment the right moment the unexpected moment the perfect moment to deliver a message: This Is The Most Important Day Of Your Life

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neuron plasticity

The Quality Of Waiting. (poem title)

waiting, like cleaning, isn’t necessarily a virtuous behavior: which is why thought existed long before my Grandmother’s Great Great Grandmother was born: and th inking is thinking: the art of cleaning is similar to the art of waiting: ask yourself what are you waiting for and reject your first answers: wait for yourself to catch up with your self and wait to judge if you decide to clean yourself up wait and wait and wait until you find a way to remember that birth is a very messy dirty process
then wait and your quality of waiting will always be virtuous

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A Class In Front Of The Grocery Story (pom title)

I. wonder if I would be shot down if I validate Americans rights to peacefully assemble such as a bunch of straight A students in front of a grocery bookstore

ps. if I ever have a bookstore signing, please attend, lower your voice and walk slowly and try to be polite about it

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The Meaning Of Lunch (poem title)

I am typing this note to validate that my definition of lunch is the meal between breakfast and dinner

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Don’t Forget! (poem title)

don’t forget to validate your parking

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Check Your Facts (And Leave Your Moral Judgement At The Door) (poem title)

As if surviving a highway pile up is the worst fate possible: when an other squanders precious life time on self pity the purpose of validate your facts becomes a smear campaign
As if the trauma of me being me and you being you Non Stop 24/7 All The Time That’s Just The Way Existence Is! is too much to bear and the purpose of resistance to prejudices becomes vilified in cleverness
Is it easy to say: I am sorry for your loss? What about providing mourners with quiet time so injured bodies can catch up with injured minds and other’s can catch their breath embodied: you can break my bones/ sever my nerves/ drug me/ poison me/ freeze me/ tell all sorts of lies and I won’t obey
That is the purpose if revolution (and DNA has a voice)

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Crying In The Ballroom (poem title)

dangerous place to get sucked into as mercurial dancing is heavy as I leave and don’t understand why sitting and waiting to dance is like a tragedy hidden for years and about to be discovered

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Note sent to FBI via the FBI website web form on Monday February Twenty Sixth 2018

Dear FBI,

priorities; my Mom’s safety, my safety and the safety of those concerned with our safety including our dogs

I am in the process of getting my required dental premedication antibiotics prior to my dental appointment.

I am not wanting to banter with substitute Doctors.

I have decided to publish Talented Wisdom: ‘My Correspondence With The Gospel Of Thomas’ in book format

I am saying something, although it leads to me losing teeth (i have a few left) yadda yadda, because I want “them” to be held accountable for literally cracking First Amendment rights aswellas other International and Federal laws.

Talented Wisdom continues, as in all my written work, to confront sexual violence against women and girls.

As far as I can gather, my confronting sexual violence against women and girls sent someone into vengeance mode when I was in college

although my Senior Video project, Memories From A Coma, is a porno hit comedy with asswipes

Also, I don’t drink alcohol (rarely) and my drunken poetry series is sn attempt to get rid of active alcoholic stalkers and it is also a way to make myself laugh and is a reference to being drunk with spirit

As far as I can interpret my Mom doesn’t have any idea that I wrote a book for her or that she attended Gospel of Thomas classes with her youngest daughter

Also, I forgot to inform the FBI I was scheduled to meet someone for lunch with mom today.

As with attending a Disability Arts workshop and my dance class, I wanted to see if it would be possible

She did not make it to the restaurant

I don’t know if its Shannon Bell or some Pacific Northwest Extremist however it is incredible exhausting and I am watching the news on gun violence and reading a text message from “I Can’t Guess”

please inform “them” that being the principal focus in a BBC documentary (Julia’s Body) is considered successful aswellas influential and it would be really wonderful if “they” would divorce “themselves” from me in “their” obsessive minds and I don’t worry much about creating the ultimate art work before I die however I am concerned about the deteriation of literacy, physical ability and mental health. mine aswellas others

Note sent to FBI via the FBI website web form on Sunday February Twenty Fifth 2018

Dear FBI,

priorities; my Mom’s safety, my safety and the safety of those concerned with our safety including our dogs

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mom was alone parking the car at Unity church portland oregon

mom did not bring the purple dog leash inside !
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mom was alone with Sophie in backyard and house
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mom going to purchase dog food with Sophie Dog

I am *finally* dressed and walking to the car with Girlie Dog and my locked backpack

if mom is coughing and not going to aerobics and is having to run around town : is there now something toxic about the entire bag of dog food for edit

end of Note sent to FBI via the FBI website web form on Monday February Twenty Sixth 2018
Men And Women’s Boots (poem title)

plus are your souls worn?
saturate do you develop heel spurs?
uranium are your arches supported?
mercurial is there flexibility in the ankle?
venture do your toes curl uncomfortably?
early are your souls worn?
marsh are your souls worn?
jump are your souls weary?

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Balance Of Power (poem title)

Because just because Venus is quicker than Mercurial wheen voicemail is crucial

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Morality Basics (poem title)

hiding behind the Space Needle is a very serious game for adults only: the rules to a child’s tag game are easily figured out and it isn’t docile to say: cheaters cheaters stay away/ follow the rules and don’t delay

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Prometheus’s Gift (poem title)

the fire anthropomorphic requires the effort of listening for sounds unheard

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In My Understanding (poem title)

in my understanding God is anthropomorphic and as easy to understand as I am

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Note: I want there to be an American museum exhibit about the dignity of civilians surviving with severe and visible disabilities

I want the military and copafeelcops and pc asswipes to stay the fuck out of the way about this

Death with Dignity and perverted Euthanasia asswipes can stick my Ten inch black dildo up their asses (actually they can’t because the don’t know the location of my Ten inch black dildo ) Do not except substitutes and fool yourself into settling for the genuine original.

I want information and a piece about the so called useless eaters, the 6 Million children and adults deemed unfit to live that were starved to death in Germany before World War One

And I want at least one (three would make sense aswell) of my pieces ( it could be a writing) displayed with my name aswellas pseudonyms for medical privacy spelled correctly

And either the original letter I wrote to Russia donating my bone marrow to the survivors of Chernobyl And the original of the letter I received thanking me

or an original letter of mine to Dear AM, discussing my young adult feelings about deep sadness accepting and realizing my Country might aggressively secretly intentionally cause murder and inflict physical pain

hopefully, I can publish or exhibit or choreograph or create a film or video or a soundtrack or perform again in my lifetime . . . maybe find a way to keep a roof over my head and let others complain about discrimination

Also required for a Museum exhibition: with a cute picture of Girlie Dog aswellas the sound of crying babies for context

(Julie Jeanette Dolphin Trahan pseudonyms: Dolphin_J or/ and Dolphin Julia Trahan or/and Julia Dolphin Trahan)

habitual naps (poem title)

ironically
to find an indestructible
self: fragility vulnerability and physical weakness must be embraced as they are
all nugatory
if ignored:
it is difficult to bear the jeers and false accusations
however human bodies
do better with plentiful naps

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Girlie, Of Course You Don’t Feel Very Good (poem title)

Sophie Dog, behaving unusually manlike, ran out of the green room and around the house all the way through the back yard and through the supposed to be locked gate into the front yard to bite you while I, anthropomorphic, was standing helplessly

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Mocha’s Art the MOCA (poem title

I never knew the word compulsory until I read it n context of heterosexuality: while there is truth in the argument that literature is not art as if writing on ancient paper doesn’t belong in museums: I feel the use of language is an art form Amd although apostate I am to my species: we rely too much on what we see and miss the words and sounds around us as we seek coffee and chocolate without appreciating what we already have and those who have been with us the entire struggle

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I Recuse Your Prejudice (poem title)

poisoned coffee is an insult to life itself as the self righteous road has very little ti do with the self : poisoning time is an insult to life itself as to be born in to life is to know precious are moments of gratitude and friendship : my existence is apostate to your lie of the 666 hierarchy

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Walking Through Hellfire (poem title)

as a teenager relearning to walk was my path to independence as I learn about history and the worlds intertwining around me I wonder if Martin Luther King had a friend who had trouble relearning to walk as Letb£Θs_go / in any language is willingly stretching your legs while dwelling in a hell

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Immigrants and Refugees (poem title

caring about yourself to brave to find a place where people love you go cogent go

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Race To Race (poem title)

here I am a white girl all grown up racing to race through parking lots as if I am just now waking cogent up from a coma

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Red Glasses (poem title)

I cannot cry for my dirty red glasses as my red glasses are like a cogent referee; illiteracy could rob a lifetime as distribution of grief is not fair however I can improve my reading abilities and learn most words have several meaning as because when it is my time to be a referee my justice vision I see through my dirty red glasses I can see beyond prejudice’s belittling

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I Don’t See Any Book There (poem title)

I went to look for my favorite book to remind me of racial celebrations past and what I found was my old time Nook: the cover black with Writer’s names scribbled in gold colored ink: attendees of an Earthly brouhaha where everyone is encouraged to think: Nothing is Never thrown away in an intellectual party where skin is brown and black and golden and pink and tan and gray and yellow too as all appears to talk with every other anyway my dear you see I went to look for my favorite book and it wasn’t there and it isn’t here and I’ll ask my friends for aid because now it is I am missing teeth and I am sad and I will write about the days of brouhaha when the word race wasn’t a slur and we could talk of so many things and even plan for what had not occurred if I was a dog I would wag my tail at every mutt you see so maybe it is our species and our DNA that only secretly isn’t afraid to agree that bigotry is a waste of strength as people carry the opinions they hold clear because clarity is valuable when Time’s words are missing: have you seen my favorite book?

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immediately under (poem title)

cruelty includes mental harm
as when
even the
embraced
beloved
concept:
mercy
becomes a misused threat
to refuse to step aside
when medical aide comes rambling
is inexorably k for
an insult to God's creation

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Racial Brouhaha (poem title)

fourth. to go forth. what does that mean? when were you born?

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A Cup Of Raw Leafy Vegtables (poem title)

No one understands me! The cry of the Artist: to find my nucleus I traverse a Universal sphere older than time: expressed in thirty articles as God is human faces and our words

Thirty Articles of Clothing (poem title)

right support stocking
left support stocking
hat (Fedora)
left boot
right boot
dresses
shorts
t ~ shirts
button up dress shirts
bracelet worn on the right fore arm
bracelet worn on the left fore arm
contact lenses
formal tie
knee pads
elbow pads
rings worn on left index finger
ear rings
necklaces
anything worn near or around the waist
right glove
left glove
men’s underwear
women’s underwear
over ~ sized black hoodie
exercise clothing (sweatpants)
stocking caps
right knee brace
dress up clothing
Super Hero costumes
hearing aides

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a cup of raw leafy vegetables is a serving of embodiment/ as a tiny dog loves her favorite chicken treats/ and never says a word her whole life/ a brouhaha disrupts a waste of food and clothing and (sometimes) I don’t mind at all

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Note sent to FBI via the FBI website web form on Friday January Twentieth Sixth 2018

Dear FBI,

priorities; my Mom’s safety, my safety and the safety of those concerned with our safety including our dogs

I am planning on going to pick up my prescription today

I am overwhelmed about my teeth; the targeting of my teeth started a few years ago when they resembled Boys Don’t Cry teeth

these years in Portland I know I am lucky to have both a tooth and a single brain cell in my head

after hearing Teresa’s message + ++ blah blah yadda yadda sueing OTB or/and yadda yadda years later without money or friends anyway blah blah blah

I decided my Mom having some time is more important than my teeth

and brushing my teeth and using a water pick (which is the best dental care for me actually ). is not happening here in Portland

and my front teeth are too much of a loss (I made a comment about people not seeming to be able to understand my voice here in Portland)

I’m pissed because I thought I’d be able to get past these assholes enough to go with mom to work out at least once a week

Also, I had made a point to self publish a poetry book beginning with my poems written in correspondence with this racism class at Unity

and give it as a present to the instructors as a way of printing and distributing my copyrighted work with a minimum of backlash

I simply need to have time to get out my computer so I can read the web page on the larger screen

tomorrow Saturday is the last day of yhe workshop and evidently asshole guys jerking off while fantasizing about revenge against little dogs earn more money than I do

however I. continue to disagree as it is not an acceptable situation

Note sent to FBI via the FBI website web form on Thursday January Twentieth Fifth 2018

Dear FBI,

priorities; my Mom’s safety, my safety and the safety of those concerned with our safety including our dogs

my bottom front teeth just fell out on my paratransit ride home from Vocational Rehabilitation where my appointment was very encouraging and productive

I asked about the possibility of some sort of disability liaison so I could at least continue my Private Investigator studies that involve certain activities like going to the Multnomah County Law library and going through a security check with my backpack and service dog

Also, when I went to pick up my medications yesterday it was very rushed and somehow I had only one when I called the pharmacy said my other prescription is waiting for me at another store.

My Doctor’s office had called both prescriptions into the same place of course

Also, mom had a dental appointment and I did not type the FBI about it because

the first thing I did upon moving to Portland was to make appointments with Dentist and Doctors especially since an upper front tooth had fallen out

My Mom paid on advance for some dental care I did not have finished because even sane people seem controlled by Meth Headedit

Note sent to FBI via the FBI website web form on Friday January Twentieth Sixth 2018

Too Much Tomfoolery (poem title)

this is what I believe: Panentheism and really in matters of speaking from the heart courtesy is always meaningful

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Gratitude Poem (poem title)
My Front Bottom Teeth Broke Off While I Was Riding Home From Vocational Rehabilitation On Paratransit (poem title)

everything seemed so simple back then: all I had to do was basically whatever I wanted the Knickerbockers were my favorite basketball team:
Tomfoolery meant laughing genius:
Weight lifting was fun: and now my four years of broken teeth are five years of if I had known I would have asked you to stay with me forever

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it is the poem within a poem that seems so obvious to me/. if I hadn’t met you myself would be taken and all greed would be all the time

I wasn’t meant to be dependent on anyone

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Amen Beginning (poem title)

this is what I can do:
which is not to belittle myself brrrrrrrrr cold inside the house brrrrrrrr inside my feet and legs: I am ashamed I wasted time when a cookie reminds of all the people in the world and all the experiences disappeared and all the conversations lost: it is as if all passionate determination was zapped out of me years ago: ouch! ouch! ouch! ouch! think is a favorite word however physicality it is for this Amen beginning and I pray the power of a word will save me and mine

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Being pH Correspondence: April Seventeenth (poem title)

my favorite music my favorite champagne my favorite cigarettes (past)
and now? and now? I can eat oatmeal and wear my hand brace at night and watch the skin grow back on my left foot: I was so frightened for you and now this is about you aswellas me: a tiny amount of leeway means alot/. I am ready for the Twenty Seventh challenge and at some point between now and April Seventeenth 2018 I would like to go swimming in the pool

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identification aswellas text poem aswellas DNA

Case Is Not A Curse Word (poem title)

a case is never a burden and always something serious: all our invisible emotions snd thoughts and instincts become palmsized in an eyeglasses case
why am I intellectualizing when I want to talk to you about how you’re existence changed the entire bone marrow of the entire solar system
I used to want to impress the genteel and here I am with a scraped left foot (I was worried about another large skin break on the top ; thankfully it’s healing)
Our radio show opportunities were suspended and my banned from stage crosses several State lines
And I continue to be extremely foolish in that I want to make ‘important people’ laugh and laugh in a recuperating way
Today I touched something and wondered if my brain and balance were permanently damaged (perhaps someone continues to try to get back at Americans for being in pictures with the American flag yes that is exactly what I mean a symbol for something encases histories instincts conversations memories thoughts emotions instincts a flag creates a will to survive and a reminder note about identity and how to)
Anyway, before I passed out (I needed the sleep! I thought about how people with disabilities are used to ridicule
And what it does is embody a person’s thoughts
My foot is swollen and i want to get back to where I can at least walk without pain
I gotta end this poem and remember I belong to you so I don’t have to worry about integration anymore

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Disinfected Dancing (poem title)

imparting correspondence
although I am seeking I am finding very little;
my thin skinned left foot is officially infection free
however bespoke my wound is not quite healed and re ~ defining my body through dance continues to hold risk of further injury requiring sitting for eons: Promethius is a proper noun beginning with the letter P asking for a Director or Choreographed who could hold ideas and freedom and with losr dreams and torn skin I desire to continue desire to dance a dance to srop ethnic cleansing

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Equator Articulation (poem title)

Authentic Movement in Disco as my misunderstanding of bespoke behavior is worldwide as I ask: why do we need international laws in order to move our bodies ss inanimate magnets pull what they are attracted to

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Fountain Wishes (poem title)

Usually I am somewhat invisible
because when I wish on coins and
toss my coin wishes into hospital fountains in order to materialize what I most wish for when injured I didn’t care what I look like or what strangers might think about my bespoke coins in hospital’s fountain wishes recover

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Gratitude Poem (poem title)
My Front Bottom Teeth Broke Off While I Was Riding Home From Vocational Rehabilitation On Paratransit (poem title)

everything seemed so simple back then: all I had to do was basically whatever I wanted the Knickerbockers were my favorite basketball team:
Tomfoolery meant laughing genius:
Weight lifting was fun: and now my four years of broken teeth are five years of if I had known I would have asked you to stay with me forever

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it is the poem within a poem that seems so obvious to me/. if I hadn’t met you myself would be taken and all greed would be all the time

I wasn’t meant to be dependent on anyone

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Note sent to FBI via the FBI website web form on Wednesday January Seventeen 2018

mom at Fred meyer

Dear FBI,

priorities; my Mom’s safety, my safety and the safety of those concerned with our safety including our dogs

Facebook post

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mom is getting medicine at Fred Nyer
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mom in bathroom at Viklage Inn free pie
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mom taking Sophie Dog to veterinarian appointment
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mom going to take Francesca and Blaize to their Martial arts class
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mom said she was going somewhere and would be right back
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Scott and mom interacting
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our security alarm went off about 5 am
Tuesday ~~~~~~~~
mom home?

steps outside
dogs barked
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Don and mom interacting

I am wasting my foot and cannot see through walls!

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Don said his Meals On Wheels volunteer might not show up because today is a holiday

he could noteditswer the door if they arrive: I have not heard them

Note sent to FBI via the FBI website web form on Tuesday January Sixteenth 2018

Dear FBI,

priorities; my Mom’s safety, my safety and the safety of those concerned with our safety including our dogs

mom going to take Francesca and Blaize to their Martial arts class
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I signed up and paid for a series of Danceability classes beginning on February 14th 2018

repeat: I will be at the racism class at Unity Church in Portland Oregon if anyone has something they want to talk to me about

I also signed up and paid for a series of Adapted Self Defense classes

My left foot should be healed enough to at least not damage it further

Please remind “then” I didn’t have any chronic infections or danage to my feet that tequires being sedentary for long periods of yime until “they” broke into my Seattle apartment in 2006

Also please remind that I cannot possibly convince these asswipes to treat my Mom and her property with respect including morning coffee

There was another gun shot sounding sound lately

my Facebook post ���������� WTF?

mom going to take Francesca and Blaize to their Martial arts class
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mom said she was going somewhere and would be right back
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Scott and mom interacting
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our security alarm went off about 5 am
Tuesday ~~~~~~~~
mom home?

steps outside
dogs barked
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Don and mom interacting

I am wasting my foot and cannot see through walls!

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Don said his Meals On Wheels volunteer might not show up because today is a holiday

he could not call them because he didn’t have their number with him

mom is home now and can answer the door if they arrive: I have not heard them

Note sent to FBI via the FBI website web form on Monday January Fifteenth 2018

Dear FBI,

priorities; my Mom’s safety, my safety and the safety of those concerned with our safety including our dogs

ps Iam so sleepy I can barely keep my eyes open although my legs are freezing cold

mom babysat and then went to Unity church’s women meeting without m

end of Note sent to FBI via the FBI website web form on Wednesday January Seventeen 2018

The Sound Of Your Voice (poem title)

When I calm myself and I sit alone in the kitchen drinking coffee from my favorite cup, when I calm myself so I can keep my incognito thoughts from becoming trivial, I remember the sound of your voice. And I just want to sit and be warm as if we were conversing over hot coffee. And I can’t make up words that we yimmer yammer instinctively except I would say choice is when I have exactly what I want and you would agree with me and we would do something spontaneous And now I am thinking I have never found anyone I could say outloud the random thoughts in my mind like sex without conversation is lonely

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note: not to be rude: having to not read Facebook messages for now until I can catch up wimy life:

want to connect/reconeenect: so a big 'hi hello and how are ya?' Julie Jeanette Trahan (also known as Dolphin_J or/and Dolphin Julia Trahan or/and Julia Dolphin Trahan)

(please do not copy or borrow my poems without written and signed permission: the BBC/BBC OUCH! has copyright and distribution rights)

presence silence (poem title)

my life is in the
silence between
meaningless words
disability:
an ineffable word

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My Roots Roots Page (poem title)

If I had one chance to show you my hand print it might look something like this . . .on my roots roots page in this book (the pages have names rather than numbers): you can see roots on my Father’s side and you can see roots on my Mother’s side
and all throughout this book you can see at least I was there to try to remember (this isn’t just another gratitude poem and my hair isn’t naturally purple)

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I Like The Way You Walk (poem title)

I wish you were here right now to walk circles around me Iwouldn’t even care if you were pacing back and forth across the floor crazy with frustration about my my current sellf pity there isn’t any tomfoolery about it I like the way you walk all the time and everywhere you go it delights me that you walk over there and then you almost walk here (did I mention I wish you were here? because if you were here you could sit if you wanted or do that standing thing you do) Regardless I like the way you walk and I like the way you talk and I like everything you say and yes I do mean everything simply because you said it and if I don’t like what you’re saying I simply stop listening and think about it at some other time and think wow I like what she has to say, ya just gotta let develop

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Tomathy and Timothy (poem title)

Tomathy and Timothy lived upon a hill and they said, their voices intertwined: as Christians we shall not kill. And those not in love and of a hateful relation said: what does it matter what you do as we are the last generation
And Tomathy and Timothy or is it Timothy and Tom? said : doom predictions do not matter as such we would be gone And if was left was Tomfoolery then I hope God would do a spin and rearrange all the planets and Marazes’ Mutt would hold the place we all had been
The Prejudiced cried: you can’t talk of love when all you know is a life filled with sin!
And Timothy declared: I said it once and I will say it all again (tephrase): God bless us all and pray that if there is an Angel protecting Lovers in love, you will always be protevted

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The Way Airplanes Fly (poem title)

the way airplanes fly in the air akimbo making their own cloud streams someone is traveling to somewhere

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Unless You Are A Hazemat Waste Disposal Unit For The Proper Disposal Of Toxic Substances, Please Refrain From Talking To Poisonous People Especially When You Want To Get Up And Walk Away But Physicality Feel Extremely Comfortable And Don’t Know Why You Can’t Seem To Move Very Much (poem title)

the goal of sexual orientation isn’t standardization! when a baby is born a baby cries for nurturing comfort warmth and security: some people might be born with the birth defect of an overabundance of arrogance (or it might develop later in life). if a person is diagnosed with incurable Prejudice then it is likely extremely contagious and while quarantine is not always recommended, pregnant women, children, the elderly and anyone with a immune system should avoid contact whenever possible
when a baby grows into childhood, identity is developed and nurturing comfort warmth and security become akimbo with response to prejudice: there are poisoned in our kitchen sink pretty much every morning and usually I pour out some before I make coffee: the most important factor in introducing a prohibitive situation is to be completely honest about how you feel (at least with yourself) because no one knows where all the Do Not Touch zones are and if you don’t know to ask or if you can’t ask comfortably then there is no way for anyone to say be specific about be careful around the sink and don’t make any assumptions until fully awake

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Note sent to FBI via the FBI website web form on Thursday January Twentieth Fifth 2018

Dear FBI,

priorities; my Mom’s safety, my safety and the safety of those concerned with our safety including our dogs

my bottom front teeth just fell out on my paratransit ride home from Vocational Rehabilitation where my appointment was very encouraging and productive

I asked about the possibility of some sort of disability liaison so I could at least continue my Private Investigator studies that involve certain activities like going to the Multnomah County Law library and going through a security check with my backpack and service dog

Also, when I went to pick up my medications yesterday it was very rushed and somehow I had only one when I called the pharmacy said my other prescription is waiting for me at another store.

My Doctor’s office had called both prescriptions into the same place of course

Also, mom had a dental appointment and I did not type the FBI about it because

the first thing I did upon moving to Portland was to make appointments with Dentist and Doctors especially since an upper front tooth had fallen out

My Mom paid on advance for some dental care I did not have finished because even sane people seem controlled by Meth Head games here

Tell medical procedure obsessive compulsives that even if someone breaks in here yelling about how my teeth wouldn’t fall out if I cleaned my room and. I must go see a Dentist immediately and spend billions on a partial retainer, I am going to watch the rest of Roots on DVD at some point

And reassure them there are plenty of young white supremest and many of them are actually mail and “they” can stop harassing me about how I’d be sexy if I was male and go collect coffee wrappers with pink scooters all in “their” psychotic fantasy land without making up expensive excuses to spend time with me just in case “they” catch me turning into a man

whoever stopped me from moving to another country way back when it was a a possibility was very cruel

Also, I typed a note to the FBI about going to VR and did not have time to fill oit tje web form :

in process

Dear FBI,

priorities; my Mom’s safety, my safety and the safety of those concerned with our safety including our dogs

I am getting up to go to my Vocational Rehabilitation appointment

this is not a crime of course and being a family member friend or/and colleague of a person with disabilities isn’t a crime: legal or moral either

I have found since 2006 overwhelming concern about someone else has given me strength and courage and complete ‘don’t even have to think about it’ focus

perhaps it is because I experienced severe pain as a child because of severe physical injuries and I don’t have any shameful cause: there wasn’t anyway I could have survived without adults genuinely caring for my circumstances both as a child and teenager

the targeting against me and my family (and what feels like an extended families in my isolated way) seems to center against people with Intellectual Disabilities (I really don’t

end of Note sent to FBI via the FBI website web form on Thursday January Twentieth Fifth 2018

Citrus Fruit For Breakfast (poem title)

lime juice lemon juice orange juice grapefruit juice to name a few fonts fresh from the whole fruit packaged in boxes and crates traveled far as back of truck cargo juiced and served in restaurants across the world for wake up and get going power breakfasts
Refugee status not necessarily in America because Self Censored For Safety Reasons

did I mention I am a lesbian?

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The Tilt Table Mystery (poem title)

when waking from a coma try to remember what side the salad fork goes on: as a tilt table might sound like a stationary training platform for skateboarders or perhaps a chemistry table that isn’t quite straight. HoWeVeR, a tilt table is what a patient patient is put on to ease them back to a vertical blood flow after being in a coma
when I accepted the Tilt Table Challenge, I was a vapid little girl with my dreams of being an Olympic athlete in tact.
The Tilt Table Challenge wordaims to achieve three goals: learning to calculate the circumference of a circle, learning to embody time and re learning to stand up from horizontal to vertical slowly with circulation in tact and the gracious ability to trust you’re life in another’s hands

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Tiny Grains of Sand (poem title)

my morning hours vapid, my passage through time requires conscious deep breathes as tiny grains of sand poetry expel from my womb defying limitations of love loyalty and monstrous patience

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The Importance Of Kindness (poem title)

During the three o’clock am hour is when I dream vapid rapid possibilities of what life could be like for all people: my mind struggles to be filled with possibilities if a world where love and touch are held as important as food and water And there is always plenty and our endless supplies are well distributed

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Voter’s Fraud Prevented (poem title)

my country is the United States of America where all sorts of people are raised where there vote and opinions bespoke until we found our voices were there the whole time

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Federal Investigation (poem title)

the United States of America is a large country with inhabitants with large visions: prominence traveling an exodus to find a way out juxtaposed with introspective exploration: I rarely feel surrounded with freedom’s excitement anymore: as my search for stanch and clarity has led me face to face with hypocrisy

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When Exploration Is Corrupted (poem title)

Sin Dog
San Dog
Sun Dog
Son Dog
Sen Dog
a woman on a bus sometimes travels a long way to apply the teachings of Martin Luther King in an attempt to shine clarity to violence against women in parking lots

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The Name Of Racism (poem title)

in pollution’s name it is challenging and risky to bring clarity to fruition

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The Third Cup (poem title)

on my walker I sometimes use as a serving tray, I carry two cups of coffee to where I can put them on a table and then sit in my walker to enjoy a favorite activity : musing while drinking hot liquids; everyday I drink three cups: the righteousness of compassion (stanch), patience in relations (diplomacy), simplicity is never forgotten however it is something I didn’t consider at the racism workshop

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Is Justice Blind? (poem title)

Philosophical sounding ideas such as Justice are visible and tangible. As Freedom rings throughout America in a multitude of freestyles, Justice has her personal sounds expressed through every individual My version of Justice is regardless of skin color or/and mysteries revealed through DNA testing, a stanch is as righteous as a toy red wagon usef for carrying heavy analog video equipment

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Prometheus’s Task (poem title)

historians often fail to recall Prometheus had to learn the qualities of fire before he donated fire to human beings every person is an individual with individual thoughts as every individual forms a relationship with racism stanch individualism and fire as cell regeneration is sometimes deliberate

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Dog is Not Dead/Freiheit (poem title)

when your mind is as sharp as an arrow aquiver your words and your silent knowing are your protection/ if there is a white rose in the Universe it is you/ so hold your body as carefully as a white delicate rose/ and hold your mind as deliberately as being the sole protector of a tiny dog living in fear with scars

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I Wish I Had Said Something (poem title)

Almost a decade of televised trials and guilty until proven innocent As if certain American Citizens bespoke a death wish I wish I would have suggested he wear a tie

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Fear of Exploring Hell (poem title )

daylight’s ricocheted light shines on us here on the ground we walk as fear’s power is subtracted from prejudice I shout stanch with all my heart not because the devil does not live near Mars I call out for stanch because I race against Harm location unknown

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A Matter of Definition (poem title )

Measuring answers to prejudice and poverty requires patience; how are successful talks successful? are there more job opportunities? are the buses repaired? is mental health redefined as compassion? And more people call for stanch? are you able to answer yes I am living my childhood dreams of who I want to be when I grow up? are you able to answer yes I am living my childhood dreams of what I want to be doing? what does the person next to you answer? is your city happy?

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On The Other Side Of Despair (poem title )

on the other side of despair I see worlds where stanch is quality easily understood and tiny dogs are principals of educational institutions

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Racism Discussion In Church (poem title)

A warm glass of milk this morning is a symbol of priorities in this surrounded by greed existence.
When blame is put aside and quiet moments are found. questions are asked: what is white? what is milk? why is a glass necessary ?
Searching is a slow activity as I turn my head to the left gazing to see if hints and wishes before Jesus Christ’s time are there: where did He find his Magnificent Grail? was there a time before Christ? did Jesus drink his Mother’s milk when He was in the cradle?
I turn my head to the right to see if I can see the mysteries of the past, their answers, the questions cautiously asked: where were you when Christ’s birth was hidden from the King? were you there to stanch Christ’s wounds? were you there to yammer about your view of the Holy Word and instead found your heart in the words of innocence?
I have a container for my innocence

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The Sound Of Your Voice (poem title)

When I calm myself and I sit alone in the kitchen drinking coffee from my favorite cup, when I calm myself so I can keep my incognito thoughts from becoming trivial, I remember the sound of your voice. And I just want to sit and be warm as if we were conversing over hot coffee. And I can’t make up words that we yimmer yammer instinctively except I would say choice is when I have exactly what I want and you would agree with me and we would do something spontaneous And now I am thinking I have never found anyone I could say outloud the random thoughts in my mind like sex without conversation is lonely

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When A Baby Is Born (poem title)

When a baby is born a baby reaches for a baby’s Mother crying for air crying for warmth crying for water crying for food crying and crying so much crying when a baby is born a baby reaches for a baby’s Mother crying and crying turns into language and language turns into communication and communication turnd into assembly and assembly turns into association and association turns into all types of expression yammer sing and yammer song and yammer yammer yammer sing along

Here life is serious as reality is real Here I do not ask why as I know the difference between harm and good Here light is dark and hidden Here dark is light and brave Here is opportunity for lives full of light and music and building and dancing and singing and writing and gardening and listening and reading and believing and communicating

And I sit and watch the torn skin on my left foot and although I wonder if it will soon heal I try not to think about it too much

And I wish I didn’t know she was raped I mean I want to be versed in truth and I would have prevented it if I could I never incorporate it well I am slow in speech and I am slow in thought and I am slowness in movement and I am slow in acceptance

And what I really wish is what I want

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