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I think that my doctor's team is psychotic for some kind of bounty. I've been being stalked by my neighbors, who have kids, and they abuse them, and I feel like my social worker at The People Concern, Sarah Huizenga , is somewhat in the middle of a messy situation, with Alexis Orens Aorens@telecarecorp.com 600 S. St. Paul, 90017 and some guy named Lionel « Jackson », (sounds shifty), who looks like a Muslim, twisting her arm, perhaps. I have appointments with Sarah on Thursdays and I ended up being upended for no particular reason. I got taken in to LAC/USC. It's the Telecare doctor's school or attendance; perhaps relevant, and they complain about me being on social media and speaking out about the oppressions being lodged at me.  style="display:block; text-align:center;" data-ad-layout="in-article" data-ad-format="fluid" data-ad-client="ca-pub-8084688935837797" data-ad-slot="5634583797"> Plea

By now, anyone who’s been trawling around DTLA as much as I have, amongst wondering “if it’s me who smells like that?” - or was it just some inductive nuclear släbe bwipped AF jaunt-most who’s perhaps not aware of how shitness it sladed bwaff, during the padless flange on ass - of multiple faux pas of tech and lifestyle garbage deployment of the real garbage-slanted efforts of trying to keep the validly garbage alley dump smell off of the main streets, while people feed the shit-talkin’ stories floating over and around various sorts of people such that I can’t even really tell if it’s live and in real-time action on the shit’n’in’ sit-in, of some släde, but it sure was for-serious; the hot summer heat inductive heat-and-leak persona and passive radiation of the architecture just got to some people. I’d been there, before, but this time around, I got on Target and Affirm’s online branding-digital-dealing of the back-to-school perspective on doing e-commerce into all reaches of society,

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

Through my recent outings, I had gathered an iPad case whose logo was the inspiration for the dualistic and opposing curves of the P and g letters used in this new rendering of a logo. Although the rest of the font is not optimally stylized, I feel like this take on a square image icon is reasonably a step up from just a pigeon, in and of itself; a sole figure whereas screen space is increasing in density, and more detail can be brought in to a smaller space.  I feel like it has a bit of the Fibonacci sequence in the Rotarian-ness of it, I’ll work at it some more, 

I found the wall-pigeon, of real life to be (in this case), only one such a pigeon.  Was he hurt? Confused? Somebody's escaped bird? I stayed with the bird for a while, and I tossed him some soaked bagel, in case he was hungry.  It turned out that the pigeon was a young one. There are many youngsters out and about this year; apparently the feeding and supplementation efforts have paid off in progeny of the birds along the major locales.  As it turns out, the wall-pigeon is a young bird, and perhaps he couldn't make it to the cross-border rooftop perch, nearby the location, Immanuel Presbyterian Church, which (I believe), commonly feeds the homeless, in addition to attracting this pigeon flock.  I hadn't been getting out to the Korea Town-area pigeons in recent weeks, because of the severe heat, and a lack of sufficient resources to feed the birds, on account of a small and limited budget; moreso towards the end of the month, at times.  This summer had proven to be a signifi

Typically, along my recyclables-collection route that I do for some small dollars and change, on most days (that I’m able to; recyclable glass gets heavy), I end my evening from out of downtown Los Angeles, (CA), over through the University of Southern California, where there is plenty of student-pedestrian traffic offering recyclables to the collector.  Typically, I would make perhaps $5-$10, with $15 being a rare thing. Any more than that would be a most rare day of collection.  The 37th St. at USC Station [somewhat] marks the bordering end-point corner of the USC campus, although Exposition Park also largely is used for student events.  The station’s freeway underpass features a long-survived and charming flock of perhaps 2 dozen pigeons. Here, you can see the pigeons roosting on a ledge. Just another day for these pigeons, although I usually arrive here at night, when they’re seldom out, as a group.  People who had long-followed my blogging and social media would perhaps recall the