(aka hobo tales, aka bad poetry)
- It´s cold as fuck
- I have no luck
- all my shit is frozen
- Can´t wash my hair
- as in despair
- I see my shampoo ´s frozen
- My breath is bad
- I´m getting mad
- My mouthwash is so frozen
- Can´t feel my feet
- because indeed
- my socks are really frozen
- Stand by my car
- because so far
- the damn doors are too frozen
- Despite cold feet
- I´d like to eat
- but all my food is frozen
- Can´t blow my nose
- man, this is gross
- my nostrils too are frozen
- Cant you believe
- despite all grief
- this life is what I´ve chosen
Living the Dream 
Nice job!
I went to my fave spigot to get some water on Monday evening, planning to boil up some instant noods and…nothing came out of the spigot at all. D’oh! This was after Vancouver’s first snowstorm in years, and the temperature was down at minus 3 degrees Celsius–the pipe was probably frozen.
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Ah man! Isn´t it frustrating to be denied your food like that? Hope you found a good alternative!
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I hope you can find a way to stay warm 🙂
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Yeah, we´ve had some pretty rough weather for a few days (5 ° F, – 16 °C), but it´s a lot better now : – )
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Does sound somewhat peaceful at times, and somewhat dignified . So unlike an alternative like a yoga mat on the floor, in a room full of strangers, at a “shelter”.
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I wouldn´t trade it for anything in the world, especially not for a shelter or an apartment.
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Ah the joys of being a hobo in the winter. Excellent stuff, dude.
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Thank you for visiting my blog. This heartfelt poem brings tears but also understanding. Thank you for that. I hope you find some warmth and wish the best for you.
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Thank you for your kind words. Already feeling a lot warmer.
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