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I told him that this place [street] is not for him, and he replied that he wants to stay here, what this life is his choice. Take his word for it or forced to return to the shelter - that human: violence or the recognition of his freedom to stay in the lost colony of broken, helpless souls?

There is no need to have at least one person on the planet to have experienced hunger or was homeless. There is no reason for this.

... your special Lower London, where live those who fell out of life... it's... you know, Richard, I have seen those who dropped out of life. They do not fall in any magical world. They sleep in boxes, and in winter freeze to death.

In the question "what to do with idle half-starved people?" implies the answer is to direct their energies to the production of their own food.

By the way, I asked Bernard what "White lightning".
- When you see a homeless gentleman which smells of urine, and on the bridge of his nose with an open wound, you know, "White lightning" - his favorite drink for consumption on the Park bench.

You're not homeless if you have those you did not turn away.

[Alf President]
Ralph, do you think to solve the problem of the homeless?
- Already decided!
- How decided?
- For each of them to build a house.
- What are you going to do about unemployment?
It's gone. All build homes!
- Can and war no more?
- And who to fight? All the running, Wallpapers for new homes choose.

Maybe I'm alone in this, but sometimes when I look at the homeless, the killers, simple scoundrels or drunks, I suddenly begin to imagine their baby pictures. In these photos they are just like we are on our own. And the fact that we didn't grow up like them, just a strange and inexplicable accident.

- How long you've been home, Maximus?
Two years, 264 days and this morning.

- You're at.
- I have no home. I'm a bird freestyle. Where I want to fly.

- Sorry again, there's that man in the corner-what are you, a pedophile?!
- No, he's one of those! Dangerous folk. No job, no place of residence. We call these bums.
Holy shit, you bum!

France faced a wave of severe cold, every morning the sidewalks were found frozen Homeless. I understood: they're not going to open for them, the shelters do not wish to live among their own kind; it's a wild world populated by cruel and stupid people, whose stupidity in some particularly nasty way heightens the cruelty; the world does not know of any solidarity or pity: fights, rape, torture - the most common cause; a world, in fact just as deadly as a prison, with the only difference that the guards are missing, and the danger is always present.

But when you come to that completely, to fully embrace the world when you tune into this madness, and it all makes sense, and then suddenly - time, and we get some fucked crazy black woman-a homeless woman that really like - listen to me, Bateman, she likes to live on the street, here on these streets, look at these, it shows the window, but our mayor does not wish to reckon with its desire, does not give this bitch her own way... God... God does not give this ***Ana bitch freeze to death, helps her to escape from itself it created poverty, and, see - you're back where you started, confused, ***vshy...