fear of (a) average mind

you are human, no thing you do is wrong

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i got told off for not blogging (:
i seem to have no incentive anymore, i keep starting posts then just saving as drafts. So i'll just publish the drafts:


(1) - Tiny Evils
i noticed something when i was doing the homeless thing in London, all the voluntary worker (in the drop-in centers, hostels) do these little evil things to the homeless. Just small things, one thing was in the hostel i was staying in you had the buzz to get in, in reception someone pushed a button to unlock the door. One of the workers, every fucking time, pushed the button really fast so you didn't have a chance to open the door. You would have to buzz again, maybe again. He knew what he was doing. Why did he do that miserably, evil little thing ? Overall he was helping the unfortunate yet within that did these things...


(2) - Helen
Years ago i watched a documentary on the old days, one subject was abortion. One story: a midwife induced a aborted baby... after the mother had calmed down the family ask where the "baby" was. The midwife pointed to the fireplace. This was meant to show how in the old days they were not so sentimental about waste produce. What got me was that Helen agreed with it (and me). That was the first time (after a year together) that i looked at her as something more that i just fuck...


(3) - There are worlds between us
i have only 1 superpower, i detest all humans. Unfortunately that renders me as being unable to be surprised by them...


(4) - mean street walking face
The worst words you can hear on the streets of London is "excuse me", my heart sinks. What tedium do i have to endure now ? What does this human want now ? Rape, scam, mug, inevitably it is never anything good, never anything that you want, always wanting something from you. When you leave your home, a massive weight of want weighs down on you...


(5) - My friend Dead Rat

Found this little chap while wondering down the canal...


(6) - Skin Spam
FFS we is now getting spam in the skin world. Where the fuck do i start. i can't go the the shop now (Camden High Street) with out some "round the world backpacking student cunt" stopping me on behalf of some charity, trying to get money i don't have out of me. i really feel like kickin' the fookin' head in of the ones who stop me on behalf of Shelter (a homeless charity). When i came to London i phoned the "Shelter Hotline" to try and get help, it weren't there.
As far as i can see Shelter doesn't help anyone but just sends (good lookin') students out on the street to "beg" money. It's street fucking spam, out and out...


i know i need to keep on blogging but i just don't see why.