...of my misery

help is only ever helping itself

"homeless" is such a benignly malignant word isnt it? doesnt really convey the sleeping in doorways, asking people for pennies to ignore your pride vibe of the thing.
they were tramps when i was a kid, and we respected them. theyd come back broken from wars. they were at least owed their place in the ennog unmolested.
then capitalism monetised them, made them a demographic and demonised them for their lack of spending power.
Im a ***** with a house. an english land owner of all things. that most noble of men apparently.

its never clever to dwell on forevers that never came. those where you feel the pain before you even remember her whole name. there may be smiles one day but for now nothings changed. every accidental recollection adds more fuel to the flames.

daddy where do enslaved babies come from?