Reimagining the iPigeon.institute home exhibition.

With the new guests of the establishment,

The pigeons I purchased from 6th at Wall Street, by Skid Row,

I'm thankfully befitted with a quieter outlook; there were some notions that being guilty of cruelty to animals was a knee-jerk obvialty. 

Apart from reestablishing precedence, I'll take what I'm left with and go with perspective. Obviously, the place ought to be wrought with purpose for the pigeons. The place lives for them; they're significantly king and queen of the feral pigeons, in place and in purpose. I could expand upon this stated belief, but I believe I had done so, in previous blogs. 

The significant gist of the matter is that during last month's unseemly revue about the neighborhood corner I occupy, in my section 8 apartment, in which there were unending, relentless, and what I would aught consider to simply be a racial maturity divide, in which I simply couldn't possibly reach them, and I detailed it on twitter.

Link (collection - breakdown of last month on Twitter).

Regardless of anything, it was many things inappropriate. On some level, I had, in effect and in essence, elevated my status-rated universal significance bearing by a lot, on account of my habititude and whereabouts, which landed me a spot suitable, thereupon, to carry out a bevy of historically Wikipedia articles significant fare: of such things as common historical intrigue that had eluded me, previously, in scholarly works, research; investment.

That being the case, I'm very interested in getting started on my French Roll parchment transcription of my blogs, here, on iPigeon.institute, so far: in case some sort of fated disaster might happen, and also to slow the brakes on projected development, to take a step back and to go over the content I'd already produced, which I felt was compelling, at the time I wrote it. 

I've got a vast mess of clothes and kitchen stuff to wrest with; although I feel that, after the long battle and siege of last month, that I've been graced, by God and by virtue, with a wherewithal and wellness that will see me suited quite well enough to clean and organize my place; a task bearer's status claim which I feel was vastly laid claim over, due to my simple entrant's place state-of -in-life: that of a welfare housing recipient. I felt it my place to assert my wellness and buck the trends that apparently were, of those eyes upon me of people who were aught to assist me, who laid more than eyes upon sight, being that I was their client, and that welfare was their job.

Pictured here is the general task I'm forthwith faced with.

I have, in combination with other tobacco growers, produced a fine resinous tobacco cigarette.

The length of the cigarette is as shown. I found the Rolling papers out on the street. The implications of the Rolling papers guidelines is fairly disturbing.

I got some real pigeons; a fantail and an Arabian.

They're a breeding pair,

I walked them most of the way home, to ensure their stability and safety during rush hour traffic. I was notably stalked by at least some individual, who keeps pulling over on the street and talking to me, and meanwhile, the presence of police activity as they showed up, was significantly up and down my specific beat, the windy corridor.

They did fairly well, coming home. I think that they are going to be faced with a significant burden on their stability, being that there's a local roost of pigeons nearby and I've collected their dry poop as guano, which has been curing here, and it has a significant attractive of molecular energies quality to it, as the wild pigeon roost poop is raw materials and wild birds don't notably have a source of water to drink, that I know about, around here; I believe that there will be some significant strain on domestic pigeons such that I've purchased, for the fact that perhaps simple osmosis of energies will take place between this pair and the wild population, outside.

Aside from that, I hope that the birds will herald an opportunity for creating a nice home here, and many pigeon homesteading adventures as a process of learning.

Compto-prot-orthogphiware, via alternate charsets, through Standards of Common Commons.

A spark of an idea-tomographical leximême photograph of what purports to set out to be a monograph, one for this gig-morning:productivity - competence mockup of some stuff that will power some thrust, perhaps.

1st one-off idea-note-taken:

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Based on some ingress about using "licensed" webpost derivative squat-pwning locality-empowered malicious neglected people, who appear amidst à vast anti-productions-enterprise publications arrête, like I dont notice non-un-standard individuals-behavior: nothing of note. People are playing the "something's srsly:[leave:ignore:lecture] they play off of standard Common psychologies and valid équitable social guilt standards - no bumAF jaunts on the sidewalks, imaginably, for garbage, clothes, and recyclables.

Pretty weird stuff, pwning the streets scène and subaural à rawrr-rawrr... sçhweaky schqueaky... with à hot telescoping broadway street-surfaces-amplitude pwn of «at minimum, me». People around me aren't very standard, either, of the fluff-triste transient-stalker crisis-actors of ruining the climate of the windy corridor main functional positioning azimuté strange inconstituency of somehow, particularly hot in this area.

It's unseasonably trash-laden in the streets, and the pwn kiosk drive-up société is jaunting hip-hop tracks.

Thèse were some sources that held some insight and entreaty into developing à reasonably Euclidean-spheres various-harmonic relations-parallel-scripting-parse language breakout arrête, perhaps for an ambient side-loaded accessibility-features novelty processing kit for partite-confīte splotch - of an arbitrarily pwn status jaunt street-living-room mix demographic; it's pretty vulgar, and I hear awful travesties-dramatics in various onsets constantly throughout the day. 

https://html.spec.whatwg.org/#common-microsyntaxes

That, some schema dot org stuff, some microformats stuff, some claims on strange underlying psychologies of the someone involved in getting the re-pub stuff up;

My général take is that if it's Common to any degree, I'll come upon the source as relied-upon needs-to matériel, and then I'll leave it again, since it's not un-standard-no:it's not standard psychology.

Notebook working on a visual-design quatrærtholgmo»omot‹alg«or»g.9řc≥tet byte loading machine language parsing aesthetics standard source material breakout-arrays.

The concept is simple enough. I have a slow I/O data connections on my device, and I Can read and functionally take in signifiant contributions of non-volatile web-standards sites, but then, if only the site would also jaunt side-loading parallèle iPigeon jaunt leisure aside pop-ups, to mimick being even slightly jauntededAF'ed... a bit more better than shitsicles triste incursion of à late-heraldry dept. Of public affairs-socioalètrivsisselesmonts, which happened to be a trying 25 days or so, much of which was better off in that it was a trash dumpster years-end move outs-academiesiaetiques of the recyclables-bum coverage area, which I've been looking and feeling alright to jaunt-triste alley-trash dumpster diving-bum, yet it doesn't get weird, from my volatility profile fluff. Other bums walk on the same streets, why not a garbage recycler clothing enthusiast tech life style blogger standard fluffboy academic dégrée and à load-bearing bum profile kit? Pretty standard to dig through the trash, yet a non-domesticated variety bum. 

Chère were tons of Asian .pharma ad hoc OTCs and some prescribables; tricyclical anti-depressants, and I'm not for fluffing pharma nitro butyri smokin' "meh," ... Smoking is tobacco and cigars. An un-justified jaunt-inclusive Nabisco diet triste would be okay; they're 1:2:3 biscuité compagnie nationelle in a card box; supposedly:« !...whatever ... »

I call the ingress monolithiques-historic Nabisco-socialite-bifték bonne déjeuner for a sçhweaky peut-être commentaire on the bleeding of gums, méat bits in the teeth, some fleas-smellin' piss, leanAF diet on tech rotary codices in a filthy outdoors environment, and then the window-to-street ratio is so not Guy who did it himself kind of fluff-triste animal cruelty thing, and it smells like it, as Well, outside. 

I'm going to follow up GTD on my tobacco curing crop Summer gardening project, and purchase ionic minerals, gallon of milk, then perhaps [or before], workup some mockup linguistics soundex homologies of charset standards of validly jaunt-loading bif-coto-proteries-schqueaf-schqueaf, à rawr râ rawrr.. then I have to encode the resonant-spinners-toy district jaunt to do a makeshift pigeon ciconne-pipe-machine organ, made of spinners, instead, maybe. 

I have some more un-published blog notebook article to upload, after this one.

On: the thrust that would power a colony moving to outer space. From Twitter.com/jay_ammon

Substituently:upon coming across Volatility in any commerce of situation, a crouch, wings-to-the-hind-being backwards thrust, to flying muscles-development aesthetic Grecian urn lifter athleticism is a multivariate grounding and considerate act to invoke. I came upon this notion while trying to archive for usage:attenuation of convolution reverb impulse responses (IRs; audio engineering) on an early morning and I witnessed, of continuous South LA Jet Stream aeroplane engine vast chaos of granular noise; the thrust that was slow-moving, compared to a jet-engine, but this thrust was a thrust that didn't have an arc to it, and it would likely power the jaunt-enterprise-extra-terrestrial into outer space, with how thrust it was moving. That would be a lot of Grecian urn lifts. The scalar-offset-dynamic thrusts of the torso and limbs is a particularly challenging and virtuous movement exercise; essentially forming the body's inertial momentum into what might aught be instability or par-stituęvaitre energetic arrête for the surrounding environment. It's very obvious when the movement fails to balance itself and fit, physiognomically within a 1:1 or similar ratio of just and slight variance; what kind of battery would the thrust exercise movement power of the individual? Then I heard, allegorically ad hoc, that all massive industrial enterprise apparatus are run entirely upon human power, in order to be properly sustainable energy and valid worth in a competitive world power economy. I was so intent on blogtastic'ing about [something...] I can't entirely relate, after the days-spent awake in crisis amongst people around me, based on auf of such fluff sociopathic small-enterprise sociopath per-donnez-vraít, just seething "how white/Chinese/faggot he is; Jay." That was the gist of the long story blog entry; it hasn't gone up yet, in favor of more valid Pigeon-TasTasTic content arrete into molecular dynamics of storage devices, alphanumerical I/O fluffboy Au Ff new boy triste pwn psycho-autonomy practices, for serious professional takes as the stenographer's dicta tech psy-tripedenienne aux les valid passable dendrites of non-constituency demographic of unh-uhh... the stenographer...? Someone's on it wtf panshitsicles triste tri-state murderer au psychopathic acute axis 1 crisis demography, etc. Somebody is delimiting the ratio:to:faggot AF triste dendritis-tristecles gallon of milk/per day dieting, no romantic consideration about shitsicles AF trifle-poof-AF shit out the ass, and the ionic gaseous internals to deal with proximity jaunt - for athleisure bums Lifestyle And then, ... gallon of milk / per day and then walking through skid row? That's some valid proximity fluffboy tastastic new shit of a materials/trash/recyclables jaunt tech-and-lifestyle blogtastic array of considerable molecular and all sorts of arretic substituent organisme although most people are okay with a fashionable bum athleisure technical institute jaunt, for all-purpose fuckboytastastic class class class class classic AF jaunt, ... like a real one. The significant takeaway on the topic is that thrill-seekers are constantly fraught with a debt of resource misallocation and thievery of the Nuclear molecular energy {STEM} materials of raw periphery significant means of fletching the innards and worth of the localities:we exist. The vast bold Yukon divergent sociopath is simply a typically "can't help this person well and properly enough" to make the individual fit into society and communicate the forensic dendritic fluff past Freudian imperative cautionary stance, beyond the stats-rated fluff personae of the fluffboy-tastastic Los Angeles classically national historical heritage establishment au triste compatriot ... So much fluff AF considerable college years to discourse validity about, this is civilian life, to be real. But in compete:for nutritional intake, I do fluff off vast yukons of data science periphery and valid nepotism of executive's fluff of so many coteries of fluffboy-tastastic meaty burgers - of course I could do a jack in the box receipt survey jaunt on top of a jumbo jack jaunt: for a bum laid out on the streets, Pigeon-TasTasTic fluff demographic, for burgers? It's a fashionable bum-charity-lifestyle destination that exceeds distributing edible validated garbage au garbage: retail bisték-grilled meat: for a bum. That's how Freudian it gets. {Me}

My yesterday-early morning geocache localization development efforts - Mark Twain Branch LA Public Library Review, [stalkers showed up during the day, substituently, regardless]

The Mark Twain Branch of the Los Angeles Public Library is a branch in it's youthful stage in life; it is clean and new, on one hand. The book selection is probably mostly dependent on reasonable accommodations for any branch or local offerings, although it seems like they shuffle through some up-and-coming book titles here [although I typically seem to like it better when I do a quick flip-through of the (then) interesting stuff.

Without this "place" in the area, serious criminal autonomy over some rare victims of profiling-for-stalking and pwn jaunt athleisure dominance games of young folks, some of whom are simply incapable of being honest...

I go here to reconvene on my social media outlets when I've been somehow deprived of my mobile device. It's super close to my new move-in section 8 lifestyle thing going on, and some people jaunt on stuff like that, for buntiglios crowd-stalking efforts, and for (commonly) Freudian oh FML! wtf fluff demographics, but the locals are nice. Locals are always nice.

If I had to pick between this branch, as an outing, compared to the central library, the stalking-group violent-threat demographic commonly keeps me home-bound, so I stay home and jaunt. Now I have a mobile phone, but it's not quite like a resourceful impactful research jaunt at the central library on a gallon of milk diet (per day) for the AF fluff gastronomical novelty when I pass by non-eating types on that day. [I fart...].

Aside from that, people take pretty standard poops in the bathroom, comparatively; 95% of the homeless around here are transients, so a non-local triste fluff demographic is notably strange, I'd believe people would think, as well as myself. Even the people who aren't stalking people might agree that some people show up as stalkers, and it's weird. Sometimes they try to pull the most ostensible racial disparagement au jour, strangely.

That being said, most people simply don't stalk people, so it's noticeable when non-local fluff moves in to hold people hostage and the Nuclear Regulatory Committee gets micro-bots peepin' in on the slight Holocaust long-standing identity stuff [people of stuff].

On the other hand, I get talked up a srsly get some timing together to handle the stalking threat at an inconvenienced discrepancy of WGAF, they're stalkers? I know I'm being watched, and being a sociopath on top of that is so stopping my central library researching jaunts, and I'm being held up for:stalking him:purposes, can't clean my home type of thing.

I think that schools around here don't really fill up, and I read in the Economist that people are halting on having babies, statistically. People make stark decisions to simply die off around considering a life to be disparaged for any reason, to be honest. To some people, it's just obvious that people look and act as they will, and for racial disparities in South Los Angeles, simple as that. (also for stalking for sex trafficking, as if life couldn't be better, to mention on broadcast).

I try to fill my mind with book-like thoughts, instead of stuff like that. 🤔

Substituently triste pwn bisték jaunt trifles of quotable linguistic ad hoc:development finery to run a shitsicles app enterprise Lifestyle off of, on 1 gallon of milk per day, unrefrigerated [a stub, to be updated]

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