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I am confident that all of the world problems have been solved by the renaming of these "Maintenance Holes". Great job, California. NOT! it’s still a manhole ! you need to be working on the & Rats πŸ€



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Obama built them and you refused to acknowledge a humanitarian crisis....it’s all a GAME OR SCAM for you Chuck. Difference is we all know it now! NOW LOOK AT OUR PEOPLE AND THEIR CRISIS!










Err... doesn't this mean you end up with twice as many people?
















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I saw a guy during my break yesterday sleeping on the side of the road even though it was raining really bad. Just glad I was one of the people who stopped to get him help rather than just walking past him.

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Above are pictures of the “Police Action” evicting homeless in December from the Camp at Royer and Las Vegas Street. The YouTube news clip is local video from 2 Weeks prior reporting an “accident” at the same location. If the News Camera had turned 90 Degrees to the left, the Homeless Camp would have been plainly visible to all viewers. This is the reason for the huge spike in Train Deaths and the reason the Conductor has been haunting his railroad.

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10-17-18 Friends n Teaching- Crow n Furman by john Chiarello

Hollywood’s homeless

Hollywood Boulevard’s Walk of Fame is a place where worlds collide: the glamour and tourism industry compete for attention with an increasing number of homeless, many of them young adults, who tend to be on the eccentric side…

Julia and Richard, childhood sweethearts, originally from Florida, reached Los Angeles not long ago after a stay in Oklahoma. Smart, sweet, friendly, resourceful, Julia pushes an overloaded shopping cart she calls her “Mobile Mini Mansion,” while Richard, less talkative, pushes along a cart with what he estimates is around $35 worth of recyclables, the result of a hard day’s work.

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So by monday I have to leave my apartment…and the place i was supposed to go to fell through….

And I’m broke af…

Have no idea what to do I have no real friends to help me in this city…

I’m scared I’ll be super fucked…

I’m hoping my friend will store all my crap for me…

I wish things were easier….

I wish I was dead…

How much more do I have to lose…

The Junkyard Souls

the junkyard souls

I saw a man so emaciated 

that the bartering of chemicals 

had ceased in his head.

he moved with abnormal trajectory.

devoid of speech and defective 

of personality. a rickety

metal skeleton, uncoiled and spoiled.

unused and long unseen.

his fists coiled + uncoiled like tin foil.

he was without defense and without attack,

hardly there, hardly anywhere.

hordes of men like this,

men who have sucked themselves 

dry of humanity and bombed away the Sundays. 

the machines have always lived alongside us,

unloved and lonely, they watch the rain 

with steel tears and junkyard souls,

already drowning, almost there.

rats on Oxford Rd

I got off the train in a panic  

I staggered down the steps 

in Oxford Rd station.

in my mad scramble

I saw a homeless man 

curled over, limp and lifeless.

half-dead from drink, drugs, women

or loneliness and tough times.

 

a mere second later 

I was past him and swallowed by the crowd.

most didn’t even look his way.

well ignorance is rife in Manchester.

and the rat is as common as rain.

such is city life and his problems 

were not mine to bear.

but I looked back at him  

just because it seemed

the people had fooled themselves 

into thinking he wasn’t there at all.  

New York City plans to track every homeless person in its borders

To assist New York City’s efforts to combat homelessness, the mayor’s office is planning to deploy a new tool to count every vagrant person within its bounds. In the hands of workers that reach out to the homeless every day, StreetSmart will help them track health, income, demographics and other figures. But unlike the siloed databases currently used by individual departments, the city wants everyone canvassing homeless populations – civic employee and nonprofit worker alike – to feed into the tool to create a comprehensive data collection.

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It’s a face that I know and love and recognise.
I saw home in his eyes and the scars on his face.
I wiggled every part of myself inside of him as I could.
I filled every part of our home and our heart with love and insecurity.
I kept telling myself to forgive the bad that it would get better.
You’ll never be there for me to roll over to again.
When I’m scared you won’t be there to tell me it’s ok.
I left two homes today, the one I had within you and the one in our house.
I’m homeless yet again.

homeless

Сияют ярко звёзды
Неоновых витрин.
Дома и перекрёстки
- Огромный лабиринт.

Бездомным ничего не светит,
Кроме фонарей,
И логотипов красочных
У запертых дверей.

Всё это осознал я.
Не отпускает чувство:
“В последние недели
Ещё трудней проснуться.”

Банальные события.
Застыло время в пробке.
От холода спасают
Картонные коробки.

Коснуться горизонта
Пытаюсь неустанно.
“С ободранных коленей
В конце концов я встану”.

И эта мысль, словно
От слёз дырявый зонтик.
“А ждёт ли нас хоть кто-то
На ясном горизонте?”

Все чувства притупились
Под крепостным рассветом.
Тут всё есть, это верно,
Но не в руках, а где-то.

Печальные улыбки.
Бумажные интриги.
Об этом не расскажут вам
Заманчивые книги.

Банальные события.
Застыло время в пробках.
Весь город ночью виден,
Сквозь щели на коробках.

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Homeless in Purple by Michael Horsley
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Florida Avenue NW Washington DC 1986