#( y'all gotta go validate this angel's brand )

[realpigeonsoflosangeles]

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Go to hop woo's in Chinatown to order a 2 item combo. Leave to sit outside the bench. Can I have some soy sauce? 3. You want sausage? Soy sauce. Oh, Hutch and staunch Are they Jews from New York? Perhaps. No, but perhaps they run into some. Idea? New York psychic. We can't fly away together, but we can stay together. Bird leaves something laying out while he rests. Guy comes up and wakes him. "Hey, if you don't want that to get stolen, you shouldn't leave it out like that. If you want, I can steal it from you. Homebirds Male bird (black guy) swoops in on a little lady. Whoooo! Youuuu!! LA tattoo and bandana on pigeon. I don't like whole foods, because I come from Baltimore, and out there, we got those hood markets, where the meat's all brown, you know? You hear that lady? Oh, you playing nikki Minaj? I'm from New York! You guys killed biggie! She didn't know what she's talking about. I'm trying to lose weight. You need to run. That's what we did, when I was doing basketball 🏀. They had us run and do cardio. ----- That guy right there in that suit is important. Who's he? He be running a lot of the buildings around here, like the rosslyn. ----- I think you need to negotiate a salary, you gotta negotiate for a little more. Well he runs a business! It depends on all of the work you're doing. He has a contract. He has a contract? ----- Because as far as entertainment, and all that, Guy rides by with speakers on bike. What was that all about? Well he was riding around, all high, thinking he's all the shit and all that. ------ Is that a boxer? That dog looks like he'll pounce on somebody. My dogs have to be beefy, they have to be meaty. Because when I saw that dog from afar, I was like, "damn! That dog is charging!" Y'all was going down to heath's, I was coming up to Heath. I was like who dog is that? That's my dog! Because she's like no ribs or nothing. She was a boxer, and we used to fight with her. I like him. He looks like he named spike. I was like no, Copper. I taught her everything she knows. Well they all got close when I went to jail. We taught her how to scratch at the door, when she needs to use the restroom, then she'll be like roof roof! Then she go back to the door and scratch. ----- Why's he texting me back to back? Well I guess it's because my phone's was in airplane mode. How are we gonna get a hold of you? I'll just use Derek's phone. ----- Are we gonna go to the DnO? I can't go in there! Why not? You get thrown out of there? No, I don't have my ID. I have a photo of my ID. ---- Alright, Bro, nice meeting you. Thanks for letting us sit by you. See you later. Bye. ----- Jay, if you have to take a staunch shit, you have to go to Target. If you have to take a staunch shit, you have to go to Target. Jay, we want dumps! Post it. --- Jay, we put those people next to you so you could get some dialogue off of them. Don't take a fucking staunch shit outside. Go to Target. Are you gonna move into the sober living home? Probably. Probably not. We want street dialogue, not drug addict dialogue. Your fucking shoes are grande as fuck. Fiesta olé. Jay gave away his new Nikes. Jay, that's an unchristian thing to mention your charity. He didn't do it, though, he's just taking down dictation. Now he's going to deposit $70 into the bank. He has a job in a few minutes at Starbucks. He's been doing well with the software business recently; we determined that he's sober enough. We don't believe that Jay should be hanging around places where there are plenty of drug addicts. We want a street-ass mother fucker. You will fail! - if you do not go to sober living. You will be a staunch ass bum, on the streets. But no, he discovered the showers at LAMP community. He has the capability to clean himself, on the streets. It's all about his carbon footprint. How much does he feed off of society? He gets General Relief and Food Stamps. The rest is charity. Consider it charitable donations, for his blog efforts. I want Jay to be an inspiration for writers. He gets no recognition, but he thinks it's a conspiracy. That's what we're framing it as, so we don't tie these things in with our actual selves. ----- He dropped his price to $40 for Adobe. He's getting more calls. We want you to patronize Syrup, because you sit outside there sometimes. When buns occupy businesses, they take out amenities. This is signified in the depravity around the Rosslyn market debacle. Drug dealers and bums hanging out, outside there, all night. We don't want this to be a drug dealer and bum inner city story. It's not a dalliant fuckboylific blog. It's a children's story, obviously. Jay gave away his brand new nikes. Month-old nikes. He's the most charitable bum in Los Angeles. ---- Jay, did you take a staunch shit yet? No, somebody else did, already. But Jay did a line, and he's going to sleep in a few hours because he has antipsychotics, which he's going to take when he gets to Starbucks in a moment. ---- Jay's taking female hormones right now. He found a week's supply in the garbage when he was digging for cans and bottles. He's not sure if it's the placebo week, or not. There's only one week's supply. He feels staunch, but he got violently mad at Andrew Neri yesterday because he wanted Jay to apologize for being proud, before, on Facebook. We made Jay realize that we sent all of our people to him on craigslist because we support him! We are his friends! He would never believe it! But he only gets the bare minimum for survival. We don't want him rife as fuck, like he was before, on speed. He needs to live outside; that's what we're telling him. ---- Do you want me to install illustrator and I design, and all that? You want everything? Yeah. ---- Jay's a dalliant fuckboy du jour on tumblr. He's not reaching out to Lindsay Lohan, though, because he's no longer valid in Hollywood. Jay's a staunch ass bum. Jay, how does it feel to type in "Ass" in iOS and it defaults to capitals? Like, who did that? How did that start? We are feeding Jay dialogue from people who sound like they're attractive females right now. We might or might not know who this dalliant fuckboy is. Heheheeeee! Of course we know who this dalliant fuckboy is. We're the FBI! Ha, ha. Jay's a dalliant fuckboy, but he's a rat, and you know what? We are honest people over here, at the FBI. Staunch as he is, we all take crystal meth over here. That's the story we're feeding him. We can't relate to his fuckboylificness. At all. That's what we'd like him, and other men, to believe about us! We don't want it to be about drugs. You handle you, I'll handle me! If I get out of control, then it's my fault. If you do, then you're a typical guy! Jay's pretty staunch. Intelligent. He's a little bit sore AF right now, in his back, because he's hauling shit around in his staunch luggage. Why doesn't he just go in to sober living? Because he wants to be staunch. He wants a good diet, not a sugar and carbs diet, full of acid. He wants to be lean, as much as possible. Jay, what about your running aspirations? Jay did want to become a runner. He'll need to be a nighttime runner. That's an issue. Jay forgot about that line of reasoning. He'll have to move into the beacon of hope, in that case. Fuckboy dalliant-Ass MF. Jay, you need to fix "ass" in autocorrect. Try it, Ass. No, it's an unfixable error slash bug. This, in particular, is intelligent, attractive woman-speak. We. Are. Fuckable. Women! We sound like it, (we're fuckable). Jay's not fuckable, because he's a staunch-Ass bum. He knows it, but he keeps trying to assert his masculinity... ... In reproductive capacity. That's natural. That's propensible. Alex, on iOS? Jay, check the other voices downloads thing. I want some British AF style up in here. Jay's, uncircumcised, A, F, Right now. Because he's on speed. We know it, and he's working right now, on the computer. This, Is, Just, A... Transcription of his evening. ... Justin, Timberlake, Is playing in the background. ... Mirrors. ... A movie for our generation? That all depends on how un-fuckboy-liffic -ability-ness Jay Ammon can be. ---- It got disconnected. ----- The Hard Drive Got Disconnected. ... We're talking in a very relaxed dictation pace. We've discovered that, over 5 hours, Jay is capable of typing 15 words per minute, on average. We feel that Jay has some inherent skill in typing on iOS, in that he had been an astute finger-drumming finger tapper, since his college days. It's a peculiar habit, but he associates certain finger taps, from his various fingers, with different sounds, as if he's triggering a drum machine. This is a technique he practices all the time. It looks like he's tweaking out. AF. It's the trade-off he has to have for practicing slash visualizing the music in his head. Sometimes it's rhythmic, such as drumming, sometimes he uses his fingers to visualize the piano key interval distances that would be the requisite distance for the appropriate sound to be produced when he sings a note, for example. Jay has the haunting disability, sometimes, of being incapable of physically attaining teaching the pitch he's trying to sing. Sometimes, there are disparities in the consistency of his voice. We tell him that it's not so much because he's staunch; it's because his old school days peer, David Yang, wishes that he could be a staunch-Ass singer like Jay Ammon. He's been having gifts of Jay Ammon's musicality imbued unto him, on account of Jay Ammon's mother's "charitabilityness." (That's how we'll put it. Quote unquote. Parenthetical). ... Ellie Goulding is playing now, in Syrup. Who would have known? The guy who is hiring Jay tonight is here, and he showed up without any power, in Starbucks. They took all of the power outlets out in Starbucks, conceivably because of the staunch bum presence. "We're gonna let it burn, burn, burn, burn." "Cause we got that fire? Fire? Fire, yah? Yeah we got that fire." Good song. Jay gets new playlist items on his Apple Music account from going out to coffee shops that are "hip!" In downtown Los Angeles. ... This is just a dump. It's not grammatically, or structurally astute quote "proper," per se. It's meant to be heard as dictation; in this case, at a moderate; relaxed, American female voice. ... Magic bullet. That's what Omar Guerra is getting right now, along with the Adobe suite. He doesn't look like he's doing anything significant in digital film editing. Any time soon, at least. Remember to thank them, when the job is done, Jay. You took for years and never said as much as "hello!" To any of them. Team AMPED. Twixtor. It's just proper form to be thankful. We're in Jay's head all the time, and we've detailed the horrible consequences Jay has reaped for himself as "propensible" LA's most prolific fuckboy-liffic via software installations "Grey market," quote unquote. This is his latest charade. A biopic of real pigeons of Los Angeles. Go tag everyone you stole from on twitter now, Jay! You're done with your job. Don't ever mix up "your" with "you're" again. You should know better.