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Friday, December 6, 2024

  • Dec 6, 2024
  • 1 min read

Updated: Dec 6, 2024

07:49

Nobody has made direct contact.

Today, I took one selfie photo. The two, above, were in my file system. They both look doctored, to me. I was looking straight ahead. My face, on my phone's screen, when I clicked the shutter. My hair looked like it was a different color.

#Missing person, whereabouts known, since 1984, human trafficked, held hostage by the U.S. military. I'm hidden, held behind, with dirty, conflicted, systems, and, Robotic-things. (Whereabouts known, reported to Portland Police, in Sept. of 2023, denied by officers, on patrol, and, the Central Precinct desk.) I'm without direct contact. I need some help.

The finance company that offers personal loans hasn't replied.

Your deposits, and, bonus gifts haven't posted, to my account held by Netspend.

09:31

A song that makes me cry, really sob my eyes out:

17:17

I'm alive, and, OK. I'm in pain. I walked a few blocks. Nobody has made direct contact. I've been refused aid.


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Thank you for calling!

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