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Tuesday, August 13

I've been cleared for another year at my apartment.

The Housing Authority of the City of Los Angeles cleared my apartment at inspection time, this time around. 

It's been a controversial issue, as it had roiled on since late last year, when [something] came of issue, although the housing inspection is supposed to be an annual thing. I had some adversarial moments pop up, which I outed on social media.


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It's been a central focal point of many of my recent meetings with my social workers, and with such difficulties as I've been having with endless bouts of schizophrenia, I've largely been stuck at meek apologies for not performing better, in terms of cleaning up the place,

Thankfully, the HACLA inspector cleared my place; this view is actually significantly improved over how messy the floor had been, previously. I graciously received help from Alexis and Lionel from Telecare as far as cleaning my place, a week or two ago. :)

and, as well, for the broken windows, which I had done while being stalked and prodded by "people I used to know."



A sorry story, but likely the burden of many of us who came of age at this place in time that it had been: the DSM-IV standard textbook diagnostics of the schizophrenic prognosis of onset at age 30, most typically. 

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What is the correlation here, and why does it matter? 

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Likewise, a group is only as strong as it's weakest link. 

What matters is that, and such that I oftentimes (tiredly) compose over again, as is this time; such that I'm « supposedly » known for, in the first place.

By now.

What matters to me is the simple objective artifact of truth or in representation thereof. Beyond that, it's come down to forensics and Scientology, letting slip (some-and-at-times) mis-and-un-fortunate slips, which I and others happen to acknowledge.

How does a Christian individual resolve such types of issues? 

This type of thing is quite obvious to obviously Christian individuals. I won't prod any further than that.

Aside from all of this, I'd fancy this article done. Blehh. 

Thursday, June 6

Cleaning up the wreckage of my life.

The landlord for my home had granted me an additional month to try and salvage my tenancy here, at Messiah Apartments. 

I was very thankful to my social worker for getting the extra month for me. Prior to this, I had been going through the Kübler-Ross stages of loss (although I'd state, for posterity, that I believe that angst, instead of anger, as it is, according to this current Wikipedia link, stated as such. I don't react as angry unless it's a huge row against me.

It was a difficult time, as I have legitimate procrastination issues, being that I'm schizophrenic; it's been documented - that I have difficulties in cleaning my apartment. I am constantly distracted by persecutions from my former peers from my K-12 school years. The representative from the housing authority didn't have any sympathy for the fact that I experience these voices in my head as stalkings and harassment. 

So much of myself was put in to lost dreams, here, at my apartment. 

I'm still experiencing daily abuses in life from distanced former peers; just but a few, but the psychosis of the depersonalization and passive aggressiveness grates on my capable mood. I was starting to believe that I could begin living life drug-free again; it had not been since 2016 that I was completely drug abstinent.

There was the early morning fanfare of a plausible home exhibition pigeon-extravaganza; minimalist, museum-esque, open front doorway, the madman's closet of strumming through the scuck fluzz of the mess. All of this, except that I truly had visions of this place being much moreso minimalist: simple wall-exhibitions of the illustrations and earlier blog works. It was supposed of as being somewhat an extension of the downtown Los Angeles, California, USA monthly Art Walk.

Then there's the pigeon carnival aspiration of fixing up a prime local brood of pigeons. I haven't given up hope, yet, though. The other day, I sprayed the dirt nearby my home where the pigeons roost by the freeway for ticks.

The nearby pigons' roost by the freeway at 9200 Grand, 90003.

Fast Company recently published a relevant article regarding the distractibility of creative individuals. 

The gist of it is that creative individuals have a lower threshold of sensory input capacity which dictates that the individual will perceive and pay attention to smaller minutiae of sound or sensory input. The study was done on a small control group of individuals; all apparently of a particular sort demographic. 

Sunday, July 22

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. 🤔

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