Attempting to capture the miniature J’acque-ielle-uffalope on photograph after a cock-tarded start to a banger trading day (update to come).

The latest cocq-tard’ed kitsch thing of the moment is a nuclear watershed fuzz closet scrum-bwix*stchkies^~£<_>^ hard-tack pigeon-biscuit (hard-timin’) folio, of some future-generations AI-tech cloud-print materials-ulterior quantum-“heres-and-nows” scala-sorts of risk-assessment data exhibits visualizations, of that I now have the means to capture such creatures-almoste, like an aspiration to become a vegan, yet be graced with a valid, yet urban, and authentic finery’s establishment of a long-bespoken cultural underpinning to surmise its indisputable, humble offering. 

The Jack-a-luffalope, in standard American minds, becomes delineated by its visual form as the lowest and least most common denominator - both base and treble are ostensible cultivar aspirations of the Indo-European-Germanic-Classically Latin etymologies and evolutionary possibilities - it could either have been printed in to a beetle (potato-affined; “potato beetle,” as I’ve discovered, or it could have become a meaty bold ranges and tundras work-bison, with many more evolutions and interventions in play. 

The jackrabbit is the ostensible Adonis youthful breadwinner in this one of many bits and scattered scrummy pieces of all sorts of stuff in the scrum - closet: for technical analysis and scholarly delimination of “from out of a trash-dive closet,” - I still haven’t cleaned up, fully, but I’d assert that I gathered valuables, from the dumpsters, etc., and that many people were simply not raised quite as well as I was, and it’s upsetting the higher ups and potential institutional entity chippers of whatever small cultural means that they might see towards my beneficiary unto myself, for picking up pennies, etc. hmmm...

Anyways, I’ll follow up on my pidginHub.app blog of transliterative creoles-vested niches of publication, about some of the more integrated discrete forms that come to light in the greater socioeconomic forays (chaotically-macro), yet within he scale of one day of (commonly) modern-day trauma, as it had come to be known, the integral formative entities that I’ve dug up, in a day of meted-research and development aux-relevànce on market bangers this week, and of today... 

I’ll leave it at that.