tao hobo

I frequently get comments,puzzled and prejorative about my life-style,whilst ,I couldn't, at least at the moment live any other; I guess I understand that it looks like I made a perverse choice(I also think most people doincluding the sensible accountants). In truth,I'm a complete lightweight and as dependent,at least at the moment,on this brutal,unforgiving culture we've created/allowed to develop,as the next wage slave. If people weren't such slobs,and indifferent to their environment, I wouldn't have any bottles to collect and it'll be back to mugging old ladies in the park:).

You want hard-core, check out Daniel suelo at http://www.zerocurrency.blogspot.com/.

Let me leave you with a poem

Winter Blues

Like the snow during

a long winter,

I've outstayed my welcome.

Ignoring the signs,

i continue to skate on

thin ice.

I wrap myself

against the glacial

outlook,

but it's thin cover

and wind cuts like a knife.

i feel nothing.

Everything is in hibernation

until spring.

I blew

my chance to go south.

I aspire to be Yurodivy,

a holy fool,

a comic angel

in human form.

Melancholic

poet madman,

reciting haiku

to the birds,

singing in trees.

dancing &

bathing in fountains,

avoided by all,

except children

of all ages.