Homlessexual

If one is to be beaten, placed a in a field with wild lockjawed dykes with chainsaw breasts for having a wild imagination then I would be one of the first batches in the caravans of people to meet his/her demize.
Well one of those moments occured to me last night, just past 12:22am after work.
Due to a growing problem of streets getting too small and people are in the habbit of waisting thire blood labors on huge bulking show of 'superiority' called cars, my own poor excuse of 'superiority' was parked a few blocks away, through the dark S.F. alleyways.

Every sound around me is amplified due to the high walls, bridge overpasses have pillars creating an effect one can only imagin being underneath a huge fossilized centaped. Shadows dissapear, and the things you now fear are the lights manipulating your darkest dreads and insecurities. The wet cement floors reveal a soundless muzzled steps and random crisp sounds revealing disguarded plastic bags, then i hear a whisper.

I froze for what seems to be a millenia relating to the remains of the people of Pompei forever turned to status due to the volcanic ash. Was that whisper nothing more than my imagination? was it getting louder? which way is it comming from? and the main question in my head, why am i not running? Fear turns to curiosity, and i try to follow the sound with my eyes. leading me to a dark shadow behind one of the Pillars shadows. At this point images of littel dwarves with circular spears pop into my mind i automaticly draw up a plan to thwart there thurst for Pinoy flesh, but then reality steps in, my eyes adjust to the lack of lighting and i see a figure, 2 of them to be exact stacked on top of eachother like Jenga peices, the top one seemed to be teetering and about to collaps the Jenga structure.

To my surprize it wasnt dwarves, or Jenga blocks but to Homeless people making love. To my shame i looked away hoping i didn't interupt there Extream PDA performance, and continued my walk to my poor excuse of 'Superiority'. Upon driving back home i couldnt get the though of 2 poor and out indeviduals finding 'love' in the midst of harsh conditions, i couldnt help but think can they truly love like 'regular' people? have a 'regular' relationship and remain poor? or will they try to pick things up and try to better there situation?

Dont get me wrong, homeless people are regular people with natural needs and affections like Love, hate, and fear. But through life expreiences there deffinitions of the words alter and possibly tainted. The Social View of Love is the ones that we see in TV, in there situation, that is not possible, but then again in real life no matter how much we try to immitate art, all were doing is immitating something that is truly abnormal.