The put-off slight home exhibition, of the iPigeon.institute art effects and fragrance-making collection: the stand-off days.

 Days and night, on end. 

No regard, whatsoever, for typical formalities, I’m becoming aware of, of the casual “village idiot” for the crumbs and knickknacks offer of playing around in my closet; this notion-deprecation had instilled itself as permeably “aught could be” more respectable, of a generalized notion, in that the general public might also appreciate patronizing the art collection and collected documents and transcripts of the early days of establishment of my iPigeon.institute pigeon-feeding enterprise, of a story based upon a travails anecdote of a guy who “made it work” in Los Angeles, through dedicating time to taking care of others (the pigeons), while making his (or her) way out of homelessness, and the pitfalls and shortcomings incurred, in establishing sociable currency and relevance, amongst the common people, and their good graces, in the land of fables, of greater Los Angeles, turn of the 3rd millennium. 

Yesterday ended up being a strange standoff kind of day, where I was stuck on pwsshh… fwipp - smashhhhing people with the iPad Pro, busy with it sort of thing that I’d established, while the stranger next door was completely keeping to himself, sort of thing, although I must say, of on pissless shift he must have been pulling, of some sort. There was this notion of a constant threat, of my room’s security being defiled, on consequence of enforcing an of on pissless - the identity and embodiment, thereof - the guy. It’s typically mostly always a guy, except that the bwipsies eccentric girl had murmured some unintelligible notions, of that she finds herself cute, and then - some other stuff, of an intimation of that there’s something that needs to be done out somewhere else, such as at some place that I couldn’t really hear her say, as her defining traits. I figured that she just can’t compose herself as formatively congenial enough, of an impetuous sub-superficial need to be shameless and un-humble towards me; I figure it’s because she’s discovered things about me online, and she doesn’t care to admit it. She’s never give, me her name. She’s kind of borderline like that, and she was framed, towards me, recently, of that she had shown up to play with my fragrance ingredients collections, as the village idiot, for the crumbs and knickknacks notion that I had flouted, although these people constantly flout the rules as dismissible, of that there be some tacit agreement and supervision involved in the village idiot indulging themselves around aerosol-industry sort of slight manufacturing environment, that it is. 

Could they possibly seem just simply better, for skirting the premise of speaking to me about it, whatsoever, for … I dunno. I just see worse of them, and for that matter, it’s not everyone who appears to have been framed in this particular manner, leverages upon this fragrance ingredients thing. It implies  a gross notion of childishness and entitlement, and worser things tend to come snowballing out of that establishment, quite easily.

Sweating it out, after having been a stark schizotypal paranoid one, in a mid-day’s hot water and medicinal oils-infused bath tub.

For some obvious reason - ostensibly unnacceptably a fearful, yet strangely, as well; conspicuously obvious to me : as strange in it's seeming constituent: self - purpose, needs-driven goal actualization: the morning drive-up traffic at the place across the street coincides with some "such says" as had been to speak on.

Given that I'm working on local

-izing the

solution, 

Of the conceivable regional

land and human actualization of

material worth;

I might say that; to speak of, there is somewhat simply not much of 

valuated significant 

upper crust; of the Earth's seismic continental layers; 

Here: salvageable, as far as non-combative 

steps back; in supposing that, at a time such as such doubly and multiply so; (at that), 

Simply, to repeat; yet 

the {sigh} significant inconceivable 

is simply what's happening to me.

of a first off: thoughtless mind to think up of such disorder that had not been learned wrong: most commonly,

yet here, the most conscious-minded, yet conspicuôusly concealed, as of supposing that the conscious mind understands; of the perceives - 

that it would serve the natural order, most needfully.

That being said, the doleful-mindedness of the

oh, hoh,

Oh. Okay.

The constituent inconceivable need for valuated worth of [representative form], yet for qualitatively viscerally engineering-means-supported,

It does appear that people are disparaging the natural order in being needfully served.