Coo-Coo-Coo thats what I hear outside my window. I imagine this is what Chinese torture is like. For the past 3 days, at exactly 6 am, I am forced into consciousness by these rats with wings. Twice I was dreaming and the people in my dreams went into convulsions making this noise. Its a strange noise. Its not just a standard pigeon coo-coo. I think its the noise they make when they are horny or something. Ugh! So I bought pigeon spikes. Too bad I could only screw them into the part directly beneath my window. Too bad they are harmless to birds. There is another 15 feet or so that I can't reach without strapping myself into a mission impossible contraption and dangling off the roof. Oh and yea, the pigeon shit is a pilin' high. Its gross, its unsanitary, and its unsightly. I hear Eckhart Tolle's words resounding in my head like an echoing voice, "Don't make it into a problem-m-m-m. Your painbody is activating. Stay present." AAhhhh snap out of it!! Ok well on the bright side its a foggy day so maybe those pigeons won't be able to see where they are flying and get caught in a plane engine!
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