I'm torn
Homeless people. On the one hand, they seem to have given up on the work-a-day world. They're free from the daily grind, as it were. Done with the whole commodity fetishism thing. But, then again, they do smell bad. And most seem to have mental illness and that could explain why they "seem" to have given up on society. I also get the feeling they don't have a lot of money, which isn't a good thing, but then again, maybe it is. The ones around my house lack any sense of morals or social values which would fit with their lifestyle, I guess. I don't know what to think anymore.
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For me there are two sorts, those who smell like funk, and those who don't. In my admittedly limited experiance, any homeless person that I've met that hasn't smelled like funk has been a delightful person; I can't say the same for the other sort.
Watch out for the pikeys, though. They'll cut you.
Sorry to hear about the tummy ache! We're square so long as there are goings-on on Thursday night. Did you hear me J.C? You're coming along too. (Your middle name doesn't happen to begin with "H" does it Justin?)
Oh god where are we going?
P.S.
"JBC"
Can you guys continue this somewhere else?
hey bill . . . i'm a sucker and signed up for a blog:
http://electricpenguinsofdestiny.blogspot.com/
so be nice, i'm new to this whole thingy = )
Bill,
were we distracting your other readers?
*tumblewood rolls through silently*
I believe it's "tumbeWEED"
Aye, aye, Captain Sourpuss.
I can't believe you've never heard of the wild Tumblewood.
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