For “The People Concern / LAMP” People Who Are Left Out Of The Loop. (DTLA). An Email. Disclosed for:
[Okay, so I have met the ones I’ve sent the actual email to, plus Melissa and Lindsay, whom I don’t have contact information for / about. Someone mentioned that they were being left out of the email disclosure thing, whereas it pertains to them (yet perhaps)]
Auld Lang Syne. You know how that goes. Happy New Year. Hopefully this year finds you guys valid joggers, like myself 🤒😷 I swear, the guy behind me, here at the park, LItERALLy coughed. I was going to make a sarcastic emoji cough, and he validly coughed, IrL. iTF. I’m the literal quantum moment guy, please don’t take it lightly. Or do, whatever. It’s no special place in life for me,
But anyways, Roberto, I’d like for you to speak to the apartment people about my place losing power, little by little, once, and then, the other day, my next-to-the-closet power outlet went out, and that was my last bastion of validity at my place. I know (perhaps?) that you are close to these guys, being a native Spanish speaker, and please let me not slight you with my one-time infatuation with Lindsay, being that I hear that you’re also so and so infatuated with her, as well. I’ve validly had plenty of girlfriends, and enough to make enough people want to hunt me down in their spare psychic autonomy space, of which they’re directed to think hateful thoughts towards me. I’m a valid Christian, and I’m sure that I can, at some point, date outside of all genetic pools I’ve been imbued with / have been thrown into.
That’s me. Whatever, it’s unlikeable, validly. I found her attractive, that’s all.
But the real poop 💩 is that my power is out, at my place. All of it.
There’s a guy squatting next door, he’s a Spanish speaker. Far be it from me to disparage the worth of a valid Spanish speaker, or to stand in the way of a young, burgeoning romance, if it that it were. Lord knows that I’m not any time soon to be found to be the validly all-time proper Christian, when it comes down to drug use. That’s what the far-right Christian leaning “me” influences are telling me, up and down, to the “if Jay were to someday end up a valid actual Christian hero / church pastor, Bible Belt-sounding twang, and all.” Obviously, I’d like to see everybody accommodated with a good set of loves in their lifetimes that suits them, and I’ve had the “guy with the story” life that people want to torture me about. 🙄
The power thing. It’s disparaging.
The squatter neighbor. He’s a Spanish speaker, maybe he needs citizenship help? He needs something, and I’ve been plugging in an extension cord for him. My power is out, now. I tried to be nice for him, and now my power is out, He needs some kind of service, and I find him crafty enough to perhaps not want to leave his squat.
Next, I find my willingness to live my life completely, in the closet, 🧟♂️ to be an obvious deprecation of life “as it might be.” I didn’t grow up in the chicken coop so that I’d become “the pigeon guy,” strange as it is, though, I love pigeons, and I feed them. It’s my valid recreation.
Regardless of that, I am a human, there are remote “disturbances” of my psyche, unprecedented, and pre-violation “whatever” something about it, stating that I’m not “doing enough” for my neighbors, as far as a guy who cooks good food type of capability about myself is concerned. I get shit for it, and I’ve been digging out of the trash for food. It’s frowned upon.
I could literally whiteboard this stuff for you guys, but needless to say, I do to have the imagination to outperform the thinking “well enough” it took me to dig food out of the trash, for myself. They said that valid “people” ‘were hungry’ and I wasn’t doing enough. That was the community garbage food, of the trash, and I was taking more than my share, on this particular outing.
I got shit for it, in my head.
Needless to say, perhaps I should validly imagine a life, outside of the closet, in which I can legitimately provide cooked meals for myself, it’s “not a stand-off” with “whoever” “remotely,” and I have a valid reason to speak well for you guys, “remotely,” as far as your concomitant daily morale. It’s that serious, as far as my ego-universe dailies go, and I’m a guy that’s getting “all kinds of literal ‘hoo-haw’ about you guys at the office,” and it took me nearly 2 years to get housed. You would possibly tell me “stfu” “remotely,” or silently, about it, but some of you, okay, all of you, would legimately acknowledge the fact that I’d turned sour on you guys, as service providers, be it that what it may, to use some language “from the old country,” as it were. 💁🏻♂️
The point is, is that you guys validly hid your 🧟♂️ name placard and location stuff in the lobby, and it’s a bit wtf. 🧐🙎🏼♀️🙎🏻♀️
Normally, I’d literally talk like this in person, you guys know me, but I did write it down this time, and these are valid complaints.
Mainly, that my power is out.
Next, the squatter, Spanish speaker neighbor.
Third, I’m not the all-assgape TV Broadcast Live via satellite, summer’s eve, now for guys, poster boy.
Fourth, don’t ever just not acknowledge people in a valid communication and call it Alcoholics Anonymous. Scientology will recall you as the valid catalyst for a madman’s random violence. That guy gets 30 days in the psych ward, many cases. I’ve been that guy. Shitty as it is, I’ve pinpointed some people in the periphery about you guys as “those people.”
Fifth, it’s awkward AF, (supposedly), but if I’m not a person with valid complaints, then I’ll go back to my closet and sleep without power, and plug in to spots in downtown Los Angeles; meanwhile, the pigeon daily carnival circus for children gets put to the side, for unknown generations of “already-breeding pigeons,” I’ve established, over the past year, and more.
Conceivably, I’ll sit and charge my device and write litanies about how pigeons don’t get fed well enough, to begin with. They’re hungry AF when I find them, to be sure, and:
I’m the literal ethical mortality staunch guy (at this point in time). I don’t as much as use the bus line, or metro, without a valid fare. There is literally not a single person I find who commonly frequents my walking path, such as I do. Are they all literally ethical, moral, completely law-abiding individuals? I simply off-hand doubt it.
That’s gotta count for something, and then I’m the guy who brings up Scientology.
Morals and ethics are supposed to count for something. You guys possibly heard some crazy strange shit about me. My power is out, first thing, though.
4, 3, 2, method. It’s a valid mnemonics device.
Regardless of that, I’m going to come in, tomorrow, to discuss how I can get my power back on, and I’m literally impartial as to who helps me.
