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Friday, April 15

The DTLA Civic Center | Grand Park | City Hall Black Lives Matter Occupy Activism Event - Some Notes from Up-Close.

The Black Lives Matter Occupy movement is a slight of concurrent popular culture for many young people in the Greater Los Angeles area, who flock to the locale surrounding Downtown Los Angeles' City Hall, where some folks have taken up establishment of an "Occupy" basis, which is supported by various volunteers, and perhaps, through some local tax dollars, as far as keeping them fed.

The greeting banner of the DTLA Grand Park | City Hall Black Lives Matter Encampment

One thing is for sure: these people are not here, per se, for the sake of seeking housing, such that many people might presume of a homeless demographic. Rather, these folks are here for an historical sit-in, where the popular movement that has become Black Lives Matter, amidst a tepid backdrop of that COVID-19 reports had not quite faded from the common imagination, or news feed, for that matter.

What's become of the Black Lives Matter sit-in Occupy movement out here, on the lawn, is an aggregation of various common popularly received and news-media outlet covered topics, ranging from the recent Supreme Court's decision on LGBTQ individuals receiving equal rights within the context of the workplace establishment, George Floyd's controversial death at the hands of a police officer, and of Breonna Taylor's untimely death. 

A Black Lives Matter hand-made banner stating "Dismantle Systems of Oppression"

A Black Lives Matter Activist Banner: White Supremacy Out - Diverse Love In Now

BLM and DEFUND LAPD activist slogans.

Some commentary as towards the recent LGBTQ Supreme Court decision protecting worker's rights.

An artistic colorful abstract painting at the Black Lives Matter Encampment in the Civic Center of DTLA.

A banner in memoriam of Breonna Taylor.

An artist's sketch rendering of George Floyd, whose recent death spurred Black Lives Matter in to action

The campers, themselves, are quarantined off, loosely, in their perimeter within the Grand Park Event Lawn, by short metal fencing, where artistic renditions of what matters to protesters are hung, for decoration, and for the sake of offering a voice to the otherwise mostly silent tent camp-in community that's established itself out here, on the lawn. Other than that, the park's daily activities that had been in play, prior to this Occupy movement taking reign over some aspects of the park, go on, regardless of the activism installation that is the Black Lives Matter ongoing protests.

Then, inevitably, at some point in the late afternoon, the activism movement's assembling street marchers take to the roads outlining Grand Park, nearby City Hall. They march and chant, under the directorship of a man with a bullhorn, who leads the group in a collective ideation and evocation of what the purpose and credo of this activist assembly confers, unto the public, within earshot of the movement's manpower and social and civic impetus underlying the group's ideology.

A march, of a daily occurrence which has been showing face, in recent weeks, in the Civic and Administrative Center locale of DTLA, 90012.

Over in other parts of town, broken windows and shuttered businesses confer a tale of a more sordid assembly establishment, of that which is the trepidation and untimely failures, for some business and retail establishments, for the sake of being incapable of sustainability and basis foundry of keeping faith in the longer-term outlook for business, which has affected establishments across the spectrum of business economy. 

Shuttered windows, up the road from the Occupy and daily protest rallies occurring up the road from here: Millennium Biltmore Hotel

Now, nearly two years later (mid-April, 2022), 

There are some faint echoes of the as-of-yet still somewhat contentious racial unrest, in the society that comprises the Los Angeles, California, USA landscape. Here and now, at the lawn in front of City Hall, at Grand Park, the park is renewing itself, of its former days of people walking their dogs, there’s birds to be fed, and the park is generally open and being used by the public. I didn’t get a chance to connect with anyone who was part of the park’s occupation movement, mostly on account of that there were barriers to communication, such as “actual” physical barriers, as well as that I’d observed some hostility and in-fighting amongst the occupants of the park, during that time. Race relations are still, in some demographics, quite arcane and rigidly defined, or disregarded, in how racism displays itself, still; rearing it’s ugly head in unexpected ways, that it would. As for myself, I am tasked with the premise of that I’m the pigeon-feeding bum, out here, as my most standard self, of coming out to downtown Los Angeles, from my home, in South Los Angeles, yet I still do - here and there, experience a bout of literal homelessness, even though I am housed. I say: it’s on account of discrimination, yet it’s a seething issue of some other obscure nature (somewhat); I call it a lack of sobriety, or maturity, or cultural exposure and tolerance, perhaps. 

On one hand, out here, I generally tend towards that I “don’t” typically experience acts of discrimination, although my housing situation exploits the concepts of that racism still looms large, in various ways in which I can just “simply infer” that people see me as a simple and slight person, made up of my appearance and cultural heritage, which at times, becomes a trifling subject for the “locals” out in South Los Angeles - which is a place of a different sort, from the bustling big city, small town, that comprises downtown Los Angeles, in that - here and there, at times, archaic attitudes persist, which become visible in prejudiced and discriminatory behaviors that I’ve come to have observed. Today, here in 2022 (this article was originally authored on June 25th, 2020), we’ve been on a long journey - through unrest that had began it’s boil, following the civic unrest of many large cities across America, and later, through the more long-standing effects of the civil decrees that were laid out as part of the plan to combat the COVID-19 pandemic. 

My take on what’s left of the dilemma of failing race relations? Don’t make it about race, per se. Make it a topic for open conversation, if need be, but be equitable and just, in speaking of, or on - the matter of race. Many people, in this enlightened age of access to information and culture, burgeoned by the knowledge base that is the internet - slighter and higher levels of intelligence can be pursued, and attained, while greater opportunities are afforded, even still, after the Federal Pandemic Unemployment Award money had been distributed, as well as the economic stimulus payments - all of those things were a boon, to us, as Americans. We are all Americans, in that sense - I believe that we ought to seek a common identity, rather than define ourselves by what conceived of us, perhaps little more than that, as it would come to be seen, I would surmise, in the current day and age, and in to the future, for the fact that we are creatures, now - capable of intelligent design, rather than natural selection, or selective breeding, per se. Let the distinctions and nuances of knowing each other, and one another, be the measure by which we relate unto ourselves, and thereby forge our identities, while keeping true to our American heritage, for all it stands for, rather than seek to discover what makes us different, and thereby perpetuate the disparities between us, as individuals, and as representatives of our culture.

Sunday, July 12

July 11th in Los Angeles, CA - Civil Unrest on the Streets Leads to Near Rioting Effects.

Now, granted - I don't particularly know or believe [completely] what truthfully transpires in a location outside of my sensory perception; stark and vigilant that I may be, at times. 

I trust the news organizations and subsequent articles that get fed to me, through articles and media outlets, 

at least as much as they fulfill my inherent fearful primordial mind.

That being said, I couldn't deny the truths: of the significance of the dailies of an actual "about town" trot through the locales, as various as I might, for as fortuitous as my strength and aptitude compels me to: typically, for the duty of feeding the birds, gathering their food supplies from the grocery store, collecting recyclables, and the breadth of how weary and road-worn I've become, leading up to the day that I face. I try to take it one day at a time; for all that it construes and that might be inferred from that saying. I've been trying to form my scheduling around the Grand Central and API 23 Intel crosswalk accessibility standards, be it that I am, commonly, colloquially construed of a multi-threaded and novel suite of minds, about me, as I manage my self as my vehicle - keeping the risk liability factors of scrumming up a misfortunate encounter that would lead to my arrest, for a warrant, for example. Trying to keep up the look of the upright recycling bum; as a minimum.

I couldn't deny that police officers and law enforcement have it rough in Los Angeles, in general rhetorical imaginations of what they face, in opposition; and so much of it mobilized and willingly militant, of the various terrorist cells that they are, in and of: essentially, that they fare brutality and innocent casualties as their modus d'operandi, however generally lacking in intellectual merit and statutory form of reasoning, that it stands to be, given a talking to, nowadays (even still), and for what they sacrifice in public relations for taking such short-sighted approach to their public relations vehicles.

Now, on that note, I sometimes find myself talked in to a vigilant cautious modality of transporting my self, and my carriage, of which, in my most-latest refactoring of consideration (of what I might be, and appear as such, to the public's eye, for scrutiny - this is DTLA and greater Los Angeles, California; that being said. There are sensitive tastes and finicky appetites at stake, on the much-as-for-the-(largely)-unsupposed side of the schtick, for many of us, young ones - particularly as that we had grown up in imperfect settings, and had been subjected to nurturing environmental sleights and abuses, rendering many a sort, out there, predisposed to a mutiny, so to speak, on this ship that is the vehicle of our lives - rhetorically speaking: we live in America. We've known it, from our upbringing, or from hearsay, or propaganda - be it as depravity's siren call, that it might, in becoming - on deeper considerations - some people do take advantage, of a slight and subjective bias foundation, ignoring the bigger picture, of consequences - sometimes: I'd say that sometimes, people simply choose to injure the lesser formidable primitivistic victims, of an opportunistic | misfortunate circumspect in dynamic relation to each other.

  1. wary and unwilling to take risks.
    "the officials were very circumspect in their statements"
    on one's guard
That being said, it was the word that had transpired, of the moment that it was. That each one, as the dictaphone transcription had turned out, takes the circumspect outcome, put under duress, and the news media reports on it. 

That's about the degree of viable credibility that could be construed, out of organics in form and foundation, given a spread of days, given months, that the COVID-19 situations and underpinnings have been going on, largely underneath the watchful eye of « someone », I'll acknowledge at minimum that much: I do have to live up to a reputable aspiration seen through to fulfilling [at minimum] admirable deeds and sober words and affect that transpire, of me; improprieties that they might be, of various constraints, given ethics: I do try for at least API 23 accessibility and crosswalk Grand Central in time-threading. Sometimes, the timing is done for me. 

This past outing, however, I jaunted my carriage through and up out of Santa Monica, by night. The drops in barometer seemed like trivial concerns, compared to conceit, that I might typically have of myself (I get abused, commonly, in my internalized mind. Autonomy; none, that I expect, of my mind and my framework, most typical, that it turns out, in being). Novelty-ridden bum, as the latest contention of what might and had been construed of me, being the topic consideration, of some, that it had come to pass, to have been laid down, upon me, as the significant delimiting factor in judgment that was being tossed about, in some remote-[unprofessional]-working environment: much of to woes, given tides of the days, as they'd come, recently. This COVID-19 stuff has been going on for months, now. Out in DTLA, things are at a serious pitch, at a whim. 


(as it turns out)

Although, yesterday, in truthful actuality 

I had just stayed up all night. Now it's the morning. I'm blogging the report, for the insider prospectus replete and formidable news drop sequester - the final word, on the street, somewhat, as far as the scrum of last night.
That being said, the night went on late, and people had been particularly « nearly » at a rioting whimsical, of my pigeons-carnival [other] as dynamics, in the situation. I tried to, and - 

on some level, okay.

I did do the actually, of an actual day and night in passing.

Typically, I'd have fared worse. But I did take my medication, and I did fall asleep. 

Saturday, June 6

A Black Lives Matter Rally. (June 6th, 2020). here, in

I took the trip from Ralph's in DTLA for groceries on foot, rather than via Metro, because I wanted to be sure that I'd catch any errant  and scattered birds that I had feared [had, perhaps] had not gotten a meal for several days, since I'd been here, at the bottom of Grand Park.

Friday, May 15

A super-cute look at the famíly behavior of sparrows at feeding time. (Updated)

I'm still out at the Spring Street end of the Grand Park lawn, although earlier, I had gone out for groceries and cigarettes, both for myself, as well as that I had considered others, of the micro-locale of the tent-city thing|s| going on, around the corner, and on blocks nearby, down by the 101 freeway overpass. 

A male sparrow hopped up, out at me, from the edge of my bags, beside me, and he chirped, assertively. It was super cute how he greeted me. It turned out that I had a half-burrito from outside of Atelier.

Friday, February 28

Pretty pigeon, fluffy feathers.

I would term this “kitsch;” (perhaps, - :/ .. ) yet charming: I’d say, for its playful, candid, yet charming and affectionate [that it were, for the sake of the fact that the bird had distinguished itself before me, ahead of the boundaries stayed at by the rest of the flock, as though it were wittingly posing as the pretty bird, and that he’d been brought up of virtuous establishments and charms of his plumage, that he ought demonstrate and appeal upon me, as the morning’s caretaker of the animal’s daily necessity of, and significant life’s formative pursuit [of a pigeon, and it’s companions in the flock] - of discovering food, that he is also a good bird; for me, a personally touching moment, in that I had regularly frequented the Grand Park grounds, in years past, as a homeless person who was, then, and now, and from the time therein, between when I had taken upon myself the promise to nurture the local flocks of sparrows and pigeons, such that were found at the park, and as well, in other areas in DTLA, and outlying localities where I’d come across flocks and establishments of  [somewhat] “homed,” (I estimate, colloquially an amateur of the richer and obvious context of a more well-domesticated and intentionally localized, through nurturing, over years, of effecting a lofted (perhaps) establishment of pigeons), that might be more imaginably relevant, within a personal context, given urban society, of that we acknowledge that people in other urban metropolises have established trained flocks of pigeons, for racing, for show, for messaging, etc. 

In all of the richer context of what might be understood of the charm of the photographic composition, and of the story of that the bird might be seen to have been intelligently attempting to “woo“ me of a more consistent affections and cares to be offered to them, it’s fairly deeply much more tenderly sentimental, in that I’d, at times, have become ineffectual, forgetful, neglectful, detracted from, or thwarted in - various claims, all amounting to that I had neglected to return to the common establishments of the various flocks, around town, that I could regularly and capably fulfill my commitments to them, and that the purpose of such things were that I would expect that the birds would perform slight miracles of animal behavior for people to admire, of them, for having been cared for, and nurtured, of my participatory influence and small acts of attesting to the virtues of perseverance in seeing the promises carried out, on a gradual, and measured basis - attesting to the religious connotation of establishing a serenity amongst the surroundings of nature among us, and of God’s creatures, that the figure of Saint Francis of Assisi is carried forth, in our common societal mind, as classically relevant and emblematic of an unending foundation of what goes to be carried forth, in life, and society, of that we accept Christ and his teachings, and his notable followers, throughout time, as constantly needful identities in and of ourselves, to discover, and praise, for the natural and spiritual truths that the hold in our lives, that we might, in that Saint Francis is a popularly celebrated saint of our nation’s embrace, and understanding. 
as one significant context. The other, I imagine (having become distracted, for touching upon the more important context of religious significance in our commonly spiritually destitute lives, in urban society - [and doing it long-winded, at that] {hopefully within grasp of comprehension, though} - that this bird was, indeed, one of my ones that I’d cared for, in previous years, and how personally at detriment I’d become, of battling through irreverent and seditious human affairs, to the failure of loving kindness and nurturing, of which the (aside <_ -="" a="" addressing="" all="" and="" as="" asunder="" at="" attesting="" been="" bird="" bitterly="" but="" care="" carrying="" cast="" center="" contexts="" decree="" demand="" diet="" disavowed="" effecting="" end="" environment="" ethical="" fearfully="" field="" finest="" font="" for="" forth="" friends="" go="" gone="" grounds="" had="" have="" i="" in="" is="" issue="" it="" knowledge="" lack="" locales.="" many="" me="" minds="" mouths="" native="" needful="" needs="" not="" nurturing="" obviously="" of="" on="" other="" our="" performance="" perhaps="" pigeons="" positive="" psychology="" reinforcement="" s="" sake="" sciences="" so="" social="" sparrows="" support="" surrounding="" sustainability="" that="" the="" their="" there="" these="" things="" to="" understanding="" unfed="" upon="" urban="" was="" we="" weeks="" well="" would="">

In summary, the bird seemed to intelligently attempt, in a common bird’s psychologically natural manner, in preening himself, in evincing affections upon me, for the promise of returning more regularly for a feeding, of his formerly more consistent expectations that I would have been seen to have fulfilled for them, when I lived amongst them, on a day-to-day basis, as that I lived outdoors, nearby and within the same park, itself, which they’d since have had established some community and charm, of that the sparrows accompany the pigeons, as well - and that they have their own amusing and individual species’ manner of eating the bread, or tucking it away, for collecting, as the little ones do. 

Thursday, February 27

Remembering and fulfilling my promise to feed the birds in DTLA, I reconnect with my grounded self.

Personal public relations matters have been a huge and consistent mess, in my personal and private life lately, ever since the approach and passing of Valentine’s Day Weekend this year. 

I’d been coming under personal attacks on a regular basis, within the confines of my personal space and home life; a significant intrusion and invasion of the serenity and stability of my wellbeing and of the development of establishing meaningful relationships to come, based on my outreach efforts I’ve made online, in my social media accounts. 

Even so, with this being the case, there are some glimmers of light that have shown through, in promising ways that I’m looking forward to following through on. It’s been truly a long time since I’ve connected with someone on a deeper personal basis, and I feel like the time is becoming ripe for me to find that sort of opportunity once again. 

As my readers and followers over the years would attest to, my commitment to feeding the local pigeons and sparrows has been one of my long-standing and richly-defining traits that have pervaded the content I publish. Being that my personal life had become a significant detraction from my current life’s aspirations and pursuits, I’d recently been letting the various flocks of pigeons and sparrows down, in that I’d become so significantly exhausted and forlorn, both emotionally and physically. They’d been on my mind, and dearly so, yet I struggled, and failed, thereof, in getting myself up and out for the sake of feeding them their daily bread and other treats that I’d typically regularly have for them. I’d become worried that nobody else in the community had been concerned with their feeding, and that their spirits would be let down, in the scope of a someday promise of that they’d become tame, and more friendly, in years to come, for the sake of this sort of personal nurturing, and for expectations fulfilled; for the rewards that are to be reaped of acts of loving kindness that all sentient and intelligent creatures long for and appreciate. 

That being said, I’ve since rested up significantly, over the past weeks, following Valentine’s Day weekend, and the birds were eagerly hungry and enthusiastic to receive some care, in the form of bread and baked goods that I’d had for them. It feels truly fulfilling, in a spiritual sense, remembering that I had happened upon the Santa Monica hand-tame flock of pigeons one afternoon, next to the Santa Monica Pier.

Today I fed the Manchester at Harbor Freeway underpass pigeon flock, and the Grand Park flocks, as well. Here’s some photos from Grand Park today. 

Tuesday, December 31

A blowout great year for my Google Domains Blogger page, and a quick look forward to the new year.

December 31, 2019

A quick overview of my year, here on, on Google Blogger, and looking forward, as it's New Year's Eve, today, in sunny Los Angeles, CA, USA.
It's been a graciously fortunate year,  and a growth-driven looking forward to future readership interactions and perhaps monetization of my Google Blogger and Google Domains sites,  with being the main publication site.  

This month has shown itself to have been my strongest month yet,  readership-wise. I feel like I've perhaps broken in to a new demographic for having placed a calculated marketing effort on craigslist, one week.  craigslist still proves to be a powerful medium for establishing localizable and targeted marketing promotions efforts. 

A look at the yearly readership stats.  I'm excited to see readership showing strong upward momentum on my publishing efforts.  Thank you,  everyone who's read,  commented,  and contributed in one way or another, to my blogging!

    What will I be doing for this New Year's? Probably nothing much,  aside from collecting recyclables,  heading through Echo Park,  maybe look at the light installment at Grand Park,  DTLA (there is a well-attended New Year's Eve party at Grand Park, traditionally).

    ... 🤔 say hi to familiar faces (hopefully). I did come across one of my Facebook friends earlier,  on Skid Row. He'd been wanting to hang out. A fortunate sign; this serendipitous chance interaction.  

    I'm excited for this upcoming month's expense budget and devices list update of a new 2019 iPad,

    Indianapolis. Current location of my 128 GB Gold iPad (7th Generation) 2019 version. Slated to arrive in-store on the 8th of January. Hooray! Design| work in style,  with plenty of storage. [I couldn't quite afford the iPad Air 3, latest model,  with my credit card program fees,  with First Premier Bank] ($49 program fee and $125 annual card fee for the first year). (They are offering me a total of $500 credit,  though,  and it's nice to have a credit card).

    a couple of small credit accounts, and a new home at a place just up and around the corner from my apartment and first site of (that location is hereby closed).

    The new place offers food - a much welcome and appreciated amenity.  I've established some good face-to-face friends with the local RV  (recreational vehicle) parkers, nearby the local "pit."

    Here's some photos of the local pit - for locals. 

    Sunday, August 25

    I’m starting to show some age in my face.

    Jay Ammon at around age 37 during the year 2019.
    I have a curious asymmetry about my face - I have one Asiatic eyelid, from my Chinese (Cantonese) mother, and one Eastern European eyelid, from my father’s Lithuanian roots. It makes for that I sometimes squint in one eye only. My old dog, named Biscuit, (passed away 😔) would sometimes wink at me. He was mostly always a good dog, good in friendly spirits, especially with women.

    Monday, May 14

    May 13th 2018 Happy Mother’s Day! + 8 hour writing about recent stuff of the past week

    A much needed task to make progress on, as for the digital fortitude, consistency of presence and content delivery to burgeoning audiences who have been linked as potential organic followers and supporters of the cause and aesthetic underlying the foundational underpinnings of overcoming the first month of “stated-as” such development and the periphery; roadmap: horizons ahead for what the heraldry of the vision entails.

    Hot on the toes of an institutional wherewithal spot-check scan of the “talked-up supposedly” institute, for what may it be, if any at all thing to consider, yet .institute, being rare, and perhaps a relatively new and let it not be precocious aims of top-level domain (TLD) of such needs-be considerably as such would be found in various common distinctions of “since-beginning of internet” addressing .com, .net, .org., .gov., .co.[locality/state/nation], etc. 

    In short, I was caught in mid-post-slash-interim theme park had-talked it up about valid institute parameters (yet, “...”) there was, as of this latest outing’s takeaway home bound unpacking special delivery a particular development in the “had-to” support group constraints of suitable self-expression-as-institute-founder (and admittedly made-man-material, here; of the common fare happenstance heraldry sur le lycée français. In this instance, the development saw to particularly knee-jerk “as can had be” miming á la je suis un homme de français, “had-to support group” of “had-talked about” 

    #scrum #pigeons #aesthetics 🤷🏾‍♀️💁🏻‍♂️🧐

    in the context of an “dot” institute top-level domain registry with at least techno-audio-professional ad-campaign marketing delivery 📦 box of official needs-to-check on it [scrum] with several “had-to,” “can’t help it” [#scrum] various diagnostic checks on the wherewithal of a person indebted to an already post-burgeoning one-off Vegas conference idea, for whatever purpose it might be, it could be: 

    done improperly, if it was perhaps laid-waste to do about an institute dot (asterisk) insert implementation such as would merit a various metrics scrum hash push of the app enterprise carnival “pigeons du jour” particular aficionado development, to the ML semantics push of Top Level Domain name signifiers to the effect of some clever and also, (a month in, after the purchase of the .institute iPigeon brand name title site-to-visit thing; some not insignificant twitter impressions of [his] (sic); “my” mostly “can’t, had-to, {ont} (sic) help-it” the hopeless rants and outreach efforts of a mostly ostracized in small, attendue particulars-slight moments (come to consider) that social media is actually a vast foray of potential sociability, and Jay Ammon is a guy of various mock-up trifles of personal has “needs-to”be seen digging gutters-scrum “corners, and walls” type of particular identity trade-off, (or is it...? 🤔 or is he simply a real aficionado’s aficionado of hunting for trinket precious trifles in the gutter?

    Nobody much complains about the guy who actually does that, and DTLA is a vast expanse of all kinds of people to be seen. Any one particular person acting out in eccentricity is such common fare as to be a folklorist’s aptitude of making new trifle explanations for the all questions abound and (at some point), some valid .institute auditors of quality research development boundaries must be brought in to verify, with remote sensing capabilities, ...”supposedly, as the story is delivered to me.” 

    A false burgeoning .institute ass-wad ‘un-had’ -on a sweaty-assed scrum-gutter aficionado scrum-faring the common pavement of the civic center locality? That’s un-tasteless new definitions and nomenclature unheard-of rare-enough to need to check - if he’s just perhaps acting official organizational institute .webloc pigeons aficionado: beyond distractability - he hadn’t been feeding pigeons recently; wtf?

    Such and such, so on, and various unthought-of to heard-about (actual) scrum common usage in commerce - “all things aside;” he talks up a mock-up scrum English pound # “hash,” he will mock up a scrum-definition aficionado stated ‘winner,’ by visuals. The back room “can’t help it” sorry scrum-dive aficionado’s theme park of endless trifles “human hamster 🐹 wheel” is so shameless kitsch carnival mock-up enterprise-runner’s marketing slew, they had to bring in some older folks to make sure that he doesn’t outperform his age and date itself. 

    They verified that I’m not the most singularly amusing thing, in and towards and from of in without myself about me; something like that, when they did the voice actor’s remake of something I thought was trifling dick-silly when it was just a partial notion twice twice two times over a bit, like it was supposed to not silly but two times it’s better than, like it was supposed to have happen in the otherwise unspoken discourse of conversation: but for the person who actually says that “thing?” 

    Endless trifling cutting-edge humor persona. There were so many moments when they scrum-hash-checked if the starch-bio-cellulose .pharmacy TLD was a cause perhaps funding-worth [check-it-out], and but yet, I pulled off some pretty valid mock-up concrete slab-leisure mimes-of-muses-posing-postings-aside from all that:

    (All things aside),

    I believe, on a concomitant no-needs to [check it] morbidity of executive diligence scrum fortitude in foundational leadership hap-jobs moral-ethical spot-checks and batteries-intelligence battered-self “hopeless” fruitful persona jibs-semantic blessed-one ☝️ etc. “he does tech, finery, classics, aesthetics, rote” somewhat package concessions of “perhaps,” yet who could possibly care by this point?

    All sorts of complications in communicating the circumstances, but the point of getting him out was to see if the institute is upheld by a valid competent wherewithal, by the owner. 

    I did what I would consider to be endless hours of, 


    It was discourse, as have you: it was discussion-based:

    Astute, aesthete, arrête, à tête à tête fletch pigeon scrum muses posings as such that a mime might do, in attempts to take over the carnival pigeons app enterprise wherewithal, or perhaps it was simply as such; a recursive scrum of valid hoc-post-app-enterprise .institute had-‘did-that,’ - the launch of blog, by Google Blogger, with a new (to me) Google platform - of upon a slew of such web-app slash nômenclature hash aficionados, perhaps various of breeds they come about, but this one - for recursive réitérant recombinant starch pigeon aficionados near-field shortwave frequency walk up pigeon aficionados, of marketing post-fin- tête à tête bizous scrum-pigeon-ficionados - and I concurrently relevant, yet relationally probably whatever: it’s a bootstraps all latest data-tech breakfast-est shitburgers bon déjeuner, only I get the best of my shitburgers tech-relay mock-ups trifle cardinalizations-pon-azimuth ré-global-positionniez a les systems satellites 🛰 for a ... »... » 

    Second time one-off has have you on a one-off fletch scrum diagnostic battery French Canadian dot institute de rigueur of a serious ‘-of French: anything’ and it will commonly be seen: trying to do it without practicing will so commonly be to failure, as have you. The fact that it was done, and the heraldry; that was recursive data scrum fletch of far reaches of common aficionados of standard nomenclature, all vulgarities aside; that was better than having simple bread; the pigeons that eat waffles, butter, syrup. 

    Lé lycée française, l’cirque du soleil, valid « i » c’est l’aficionado que trombe signifiée, « iPid » dot .ge Top Level Domain? Something about linguistics scrum semiotics valuation enterprise via pigeons scrape hash avec un n’est pas une; mais seule avec donnée « r » suggestive of a lean, and a tight chomp aesthetic, come to think of it, considering Domainr-as-enterprise, and variant other ones-enterprise multiply, that’s a stated-non-constituent somewhat Freudian via Kantian first Philosophy 1 how bout I dicks inside fuck me plz TMJ off-color so unfizzles yet no, it did. 

    I did it, to myself: the « fuck » palm to the forehead thing.

    What would a French Canadian think? 

    A waffles, butter, syrup continental breakfast du jour? 

    This carnival app enterprise could definitely go touring into the cold regions, and still have a valid touring aficionado recursion réitérant recycling bum stated concergiant concomitant band-man-band: concertina iPigeon « iPad Air » valid aficionado blue ribbon leader, perhaps no one else would give a shit enough to srsly carnival pigeons-as-enterprise founding .institute cardinal azimuth-as-placement seriously consider: a fuckboytastastic - claclaclaclaclasic: seriously sustainable enterprise web app development .institute brand marketing foray of iPigeon dot. 

    Then, an « iPid » dot .ge? Like country of Georgia 🇬🇪 ? iPid/duh/gee - iPidgy - a pidgy-chicken, that’s what I called the first wounded pigeon I found, in the rain. That one got away. Maybe someone was cruel to that one. It takes a lot to break a bone. But the scrum APIs developer foray of finery of tech’s data-viz specialists since 2015 pop-data-tech people followers? Totally possibly in cursive on the strange rare yet incalculables-yet as-via doable: strange as can haz shitburgers, yet I: I did shitburgers, but not as can haz as could can’t not help it; I was decidedly for crystal meth, coming up on it, into the DTLA of pigeons, so many. And: I meant to feed them; as always. So loaded with shoulder bags with bread stuffs and waffles, the whole fuckboyclassic déjeuner for pigeons in DTLA Broadway, but maybe here and there, the off-Broadway pigeons: for real aficionados, « perhaps. » 

    I get so distracted. Somehow, a person would have to remember from last thing stated til beginning of sentence; first of all: « something ad s’equipe non concomitant par données  l’oeufs; the waffles. Then, real butter, and: ... a maple syrup. Maple Butter is totally worth it; once in a lifetime, from Whole Foods, for sure. I recall that I sent some to my mother and father once; they said it was too luxuriant to be appreciable, to have had it have come from my wherewithal happenstance delivery notion of what I should do in life; and then I don’t know, but my ex-wife  »something » status I don’t know, Etsy ad-marketing branded mock-up, most-blowoff take on the as-stated enterprising identity constituent article persona write up; then: bam. You find me an enterprising transvestite, during a time of un-heraldry assertive conjecture bams, while meanwhile, first of all, I’m doing a sustainable enterprise thing. 

    First of all, there’s valid scrum. Then seeing me do it, as scrum, is potentially a can haz of identity shitburgers dot giveafuck enterprise fitting just good as can haz, whereas recursive trifling aficionados scrum pigeon fletch is a notable distraction, yet it’s sustainable, as well, by the public’s can haz you « i » -of-husbandry équine notable aesthetics pursuits: some say, for what? « drugs things aside, all things to consider » 

    Yet here, of this month of May 2018 heraldry recourse constituent concomitant aptitude write-up, you would recursively just rely on the scrum foray of materials fletch breadcrumbs: breadcrmbs - wings, wings, beak beak beak! 

    You’d have to just consider that, as variant mythology folklore makes for uncomfortable relationship linear conscious engagement, sigh others concerned; I’m constituently happenstance also such now using a French azerty keyboard, as fletch parametric con-haptitude stated-as some vernal-Acrobat number hash « i «  also Eddystone beacon named - here; relevant project developer, as a Google developer, and they do valid work: obviously. I would do well to do a grounds-up bootstrap aficionado enterprise from their branding Google Domains mock-up pop-wash up boutique couturier French Etsy finery trifling search demographic-towards monetize-pro monetize aficionado demographic: if in integral stages, no less, no less. Somehow, French works suitably linguistic foray, of at least some years, or « something ». It’s a novel take, and iOS autocorrect is all sorts of variant aficionados about recombinant ML hash, like they do corned beef and starch peasantry boiled famille de broccolis, maybe a celeriac, then boiled then fry: both of them; potatoes and broccoli-relationally root vegetable starch - as a hash brown; obviously with whatever means are available as well, as far as seasoning goes.

    Aside from that, frozen packaged waffles, salted butter, and syrup; even corn syrup diluted maple syrup any brand of maple syrup is delicious. 

    That being said, did I mention that I paid my library dues finally? It was $135 for an array of aesthetic contributors to this .institute heraldry; had have been they drawn upon Olde English 800 Malt Liquor; I dunno: I do Malt-o-Meal - 3 tbsps. per cup of water or milk (and parenthetical asterisk) (s).

    At the library, though, that’s one place where this kind of self-esteem is not so unique, as of has have you: some how fuck you come why not? 

    All things at the foray, I’ve already stated the had had-to can’t help-it’s, and that subsistent as re-collectivisant constituently obv. subjectively relevant to me, and I don’t literally suppose they do me as one-off by dailies production company like recursive and recalcitrant are viable others as dynamic even-suppose such as rare atmospheric phenomena composite as-bottlenecks, I’m sure, to consider. All things French provençale aficionado « mostly-probably » okay enough okay, to have pass, and still scrum dynamics affects of a valid iPigeon carnival via web app enterprise dot institute spot check, he’s a valid pet of human vast considérables: here - amongst some real pigeon aficionados as have you: bams even pigeon cardinal aesthetic rote destination bams, but this one: the dot institute iPigeon blog aesthetics persona jibs trifling du jour bams octo-fletch scrum for waffles continental standard breakfast: need nobody say nothing no more: I’m all for it: pigeons sustainable monetize for showing faces demographics: that’s all sorts of one-off identity persona put down as scratch, what’s the point of anything?

    Obviously, some people have gotten serious have-had-to-c’mons... come on... fabout how leisurely they take it: a semantically « all-things » .institute funding-inspirîng cohabitant checks-on this enterprise - 🙎🏻‍♀️ « how could you? » he asks for sustainable garbage recyclables and that pigeons be fed waffles, butter, syrup, no less. It does appear: he does believe...

    He believes in things, for certain; he’s reliving as-yet-contentious fuck boy t’as t’as tic cla cla cla classic trifling valid scrum childhood-robbed-of-him can’t do better young heroics mock-ups: some of it as constituently fletch linguistic scrum as the exigent how bout all-nations aficionado foray towards linguistics as have you: an asshole’s 

    No. Yet that’s how ostensibly some people validly fletch scrum Freudian concessions à postériori: emojis be - fixed it, as nomenclature common foray. 

    This one does not believe the as-only: « perhaps » as conjecture; he fluffs off insults as perhaps people had have-to fu-fuck you as the story of how some people perceive him, yet he’s through and through a raised in a Christian Church Baptist setting: not swayed by disingenuous people. We all live in a come-concomitant face-it: come 2066 A.D., that’ll be a serious aficionado bleed-out of all bleeding heart aficionados, for Normandie, beach of Los Angeles Broadway District, all the way up down the wind corridor boulevard, the jet stream, the jaunt, all sorts of pigeon landings from here to there.

    For scrum fletch iPigeon organic sustainable autonomous development outpost .institute? 

    I’d say, « no considerable vulgar periphery abute this man’s forensic profiling mock-up » -definitely not as if it should go without speaking it up to, as such. 

    The pigeons get fed, regardless of his wherewithal; and they’re cozying up to the front gate for waffles, no doubt. He’s capable enough for waffles at the front gate, of at all anything, if need be: « he’s jaunted AF ». Perhaps.

    Paid library fines at the central library: 


    19:29 was the time, in 24 hour format.

    Register #04; he plugged in his iPigeon to the wall outlet. 

    Ticket Receipt # 237714


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    Introducing to...(sic)
    What is Art?
    Axiomatic Geometry

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    Processing fee (non-refundable), per item

    Total fines and dues paid

    Form receipt document no.


    Received from:
    Jay W. Ammon


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    All of that being said, I paid my library fines and dues, the receipt says City of Los Angeles Receipt, as a stamp; I suppose that’s just how things are; I don’t disparage the city for what it’s good for and for what it’s made as, for all that it is, a tiny universe of a city. I’m relatively: the personas mock-up trifles scrum fletch pigeon aficionado; ideally as a jogger. Now recently as had been seen, notably: performing ostensible .institute push one-off affect-relatable concrete slab-dweller trifles, two days athleisure récréation power-outlet squatting at the off-hours hotspot al fresco provision for various demographics, nightlife, and the daytime Los Angeles Superior Court, Civic Process Server, Justice Department, and Music Center pedestrians. (Mostly). There are several, some regulars: transient various types, as common overnighters. 

    On this occasion, I was beset, sigh: with the prospect of a quarrying « perhaps » constructionist active assertively self-esteem obstinate métal grinding tools as a « yet » perhaps not-to-their-disparagement fletch wherewithal concomitant parameters bright side organization of noisy tool-working; yet considerably the noise had a jaunted, perhaps not of iPigeon astute arrête as post hoc aficionado undoubtedly of heraldry as yet of learned had happened-upon, yet all within « maybe ». 

    Actually, upon some deep recursion, momentarily, I can say that I had encountered this demographic in person; and I can attest to their slight feats of engineering, as individual constituents, of the « as much as » materials engineering aficionado fletch scrum trifles aficionados as homeless transient influx; there are over a good handful of azimuth crane treasured engineering destinations of construction in current and recent DTLA. It’s all sorts of construction workman sorts, and I’ve met a few of them. 

    That being said, perhaps, in intervals, they’re upset about a male demographic out there not for the sake of a workday’s production, and they’re also perhaps materials resonance tuning and quantum constituent demographic trifles as azimuth have happenstance « colocation » incursion forays or faux-semblants dés leurs, as holographie. It’s not nearly beyond fêlé tellière for such ad marketing enterprise constituent sciences to cover as an iPigeon brand-titled wrap-my-head-around the boundaries and constraints of the .institute Top Level Domain attraction-self purpose dynamic, as could be defined, fletched, jaunted, pursuit: about town 


    I purchased it for a simple $19.95, or perhaps an even $20.00. Absent from some scrum deconstructive as post-exterior styling in-digs parameters of srsly trend hash octocat ceiling cat télémètre positionné iSIGMEt new tech stance on getting a mesh on how why iPigeon?🤷‍♀️🧐 and then: Domainr says that the .pharmacy scrum valuation of the obv. scrum fletch advertising user metrics of the constituent real aficionados of iPigeon dot [fletch, scrum, et.cie] etc. jaunted valid gutter pigeons enterprise carnival-of-pigeons de rigueur, they’ll go through all sorts of rigorous pigeon tryouts and husbandries to make the real pigeon aficionado flock-du-carnavalesque comme ça web app enterprise mock-up talks and write ups, had talked about a waffles and butter syrup breakfast for all pigeons, to all ends of the sustainable enterprise means.

    Mock-up everything, it sounds good as tech-breakfast, all throughout workday: and it is « will check and verify » also a time-sensitive goods preservative culture. I’ll test the milk gallon: 60 hours, no; maybe 72 hours, or 48 hours, or so. I think it’s not gone bad yet, this specimen gallon jug.

    The milk did go somewhat bad. It’s possibly something that could be redone and 

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