Stealing a crocheted blanket off a homeless guy.
This is how far my mind has degenerated.
Through the bustling crowd I spot a sleeping bag on the cold marble steps of a shopfront. Some loser has made the alcove underneath the Dralise shop window their home. Camping gear, pillows, and a knitted crocheted blanket.
Thick red wool.
Homey and warm looking.
Random shit sneak into my head and that was that. I have to have that blanket. I lose sleep over it. Every time I check out that corner, there it is, keeping that vagrant warm.
Was it the blanket, or was it taking away the man’s most valuable possession that appealed to me?
All this bum owns is his life and that blanket. Look at him. Not a care in the world. That’s why I used to enjoy hunting homeless guys so much. They possess a life more valuable than the sum of all the corporate slaves hurrying around me.
I never did attempt to steal it. But it shows what dangerous randomness dwells within me.
~thehunter (39 days ago)
You lie.
~cheroke111 (39 days ago)
Boring accusation. The bum lives to smell another day, full stop. TH is just fucking crazy. Shit pops into his mind. He shares this with us.
~juffer1 (39 days ago)
Can we fucking stop with all the fucking conspiracy theoris? FFS
~78265 (39 days ago)
~78265 Loose policies by the moderater has lead to an increase in baboons with opinions.
~findstar (39 days ago)
