The hobos here are vibrant and colorful. There's one man who spends his days sitting down with an old blanket draped over his shoulders, rocking back and forth and smiling radiantly at things only he can see. I think he's naked under the blanket, but he might be wearing a flesh-colored loincloth. It's hard to tell because, in much the same
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my first ever post on lj!
http://morty-baby.livejournal.com/733.html
and omg the second
http://morty-baby.livejournal.com/1161.html
I had no lj friends back then - fuck 'em all the fucking fucks.
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