Ad humilis
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This may be late, but happy Easter and for the ones wandering through tormenting endlessness, betrayed by wishful thinking and hopes of tomorrow. :erm:
Here where I lay free with the bright sun looking down upon earth, it shines ever so brightly on my red heart. Should this body die and die again a hundred times over, white bones turning to dust, without trace of a soul.
There is no inn on the way to underworld. What shall I become when this mind is dead and gone? I turn my head where sun is about to set, trying to hold back the night with it's increasing brilliance of promising ever lasting peace, slumber of infinity.
Humanity lost to me, twisting and turning with the notion of becoming unbound from society. Tucked away behind masked tranquillity while calmly rising out of the ashes... there is now something walking amongst the living.
Stripped of pride and dignity with only courage and perseverance to obtain that one last wish of a simple, a happy next day.
Born into this world from riches to rags, from shelter to reality. I had 22 good ones and depending one my views possibly 22 more to come.
Facing the realities of debilitating dyslexia, a less than fortunate education and as much family backing as an empty beer bottle to rely on.
Finances in ruin and a debt bubble ready to burst. Guess how liberating it feels to say screw the system, so keep on sending final demand love letters!
My plan of action is in place, it's called hope, and definitely in no deity. That simply put, is the whole plan.
So soon to be a street walker, a tourist of unbound direction or destination. I'll be travelling from robot to robot, door to door, odd jobs here and there. I'll be sitting next to the road at 6am with my bread loaf and canned beans watching how the traffic passes me by. I envy their vehicle's comfort... but I will also have my own set of wheels or better put home on wheels.
I'll get to live the real life now, away from fake people, the "first world" materialistic or love problems. Hey but look I also have some thing from woolies, my trusty trolly. Yes even the beggars worry about the brands of their trollies... we have pride you know?
So if you see a young white guy, no drugs, no alcohol, healthy, no religion, basically a decent guy soon to be on your the street corner... please give him SUN BLOCK and remember not all of us will use the money to buy boos or drugs with! Some of us have plans to save up and study, some how for how ever long it takes I'll do and so should you.
So please if you can provide me with any street smarts, begging or general survival tips, it will be much appreciated as the possibility of having to use them soon may be getting more real sooner than I imagined!:wtf:
Id love to hear any stories of people who were on the street and how you got back on your feet?
Here where I lay free with the bright sun looking down upon earth, it shines ever so brightly on my red heart. Should this body die and die again a hundred times over, white bones turning to dust, without trace of a soul.
There is no inn on the way to underworld. What shall I become when this mind is dead and gone? I turn my head where sun is about to set, trying to hold back the night with it's increasing brilliance of promising ever lasting peace, slumber of infinity.
Humanity lost to me, twisting and turning with the notion of becoming unbound from society. Tucked away behind masked tranquillity while calmly rising out of the ashes... there is now something walking amongst the living.
Stripped of pride and dignity with only courage and perseverance to obtain that one last wish of a simple, a happy next day.
Born into this world from riches to rags, from shelter to reality. I had 22 good ones and depending one my views possibly 22 more to come.
Facing the realities of debilitating dyslexia, a less than fortunate education and as much family backing as an empty beer bottle to rely on.
Finances in ruin and a debt bubble ready to burst. Guess how liberating it feels to say screw the system, so keep on sending final demand love letters!
My plan of action is in place, it's called hope, and definitely in no deity. That simply put, is the whole plan.
So soon to be a street walker, a tourist of unbound direction or destination. I'll be travelling from robot to robot, door to door, odd jobs here and there. I'll be sitting next to the road at 6am with my bread loaf and canned beans watching how the traffic passes me by. I envy their vehicle's comfort... but I will also have my own set of wheels or better put home on wheels.
I'll get to live the real life now, away from fake people, the "first world" materialistic or love problems. Hey but look I also have some thing from woolies, my trusty trolly. Yes even the beggars worry about the brands of their trollies... we have pride you know?
So if you see a young white guy, no drugs, no alcohol, healthy, no religion, basically a decent guy soon to be on your the street corner... please give him SUN BLOCK and remember not all of us will use the money to buy boos or drugs with! Some of us have plans to save up and study, some how for how ever long it takes I'll do and so should you.
So please if you can provide me with any street smarts, begging or general survival tips, it will be much appreciated as the possibility of having to use them soon may be getting more real sooner than I imagined!:wtf:
Id love to hear any stories of people who were on the street and how you got back on your feet?