The Beggar and the Bitch

The block of concrete sidewalks between the two rusty red brick buildings of cockroaches and scorpions stabbed my skin. I ordered brown cardboard and felt comfortable to smoothness. I use insulation during summer's cool summer. I rounded and was curled up at the position of the fetus; my limb became soft when my eyes were pressed against the two eyes of chocolate. You can feel that dull black long hair falls from the neck and falls on the collar of a thin cotton T shirt. With the help of my toes, I pulled the white tube socks over my knees; only the space between them and the bottom of my shorts is now revealed and open to the wind .

I am suffering from bondage. Looking at us all over the place. They are jealous, appealing to each other, appealing each other. For some space and for paper and grapes. Lots of grapes. Please. We appealed, so we were seen. The embarrassing scene begs us. So we are begging for begging. We are pleading with each other. Because they are begged by their inner begging, hope and despair, we are seeing their petition. It is not a reaction to appeal to quit. There is nothing that can stop it, it will always begs. We always ask

If you live in a city-like place, you will always see you. Yes, I use the politically incorrect term "begger." "Panhandler" and "Homeless" are modern euphemisms that we use to make you feel better. The word "begger" has a long legendary history. Please look at the spelling. It is "ar", not "spe". The beggar is probably the second oldest profession in the world, perhaps even the oldest occupation. Within human history, the beggar has appeared in stories, legends, and songs of all cultures. People are often involved in serious problems as they treat ruthlessly and reward you for being kind. The one with a small cardboard signage may be God himself!

I have this habit, running to the old man in the park nearby every morning and giving the children chocolate and other food. On the morning of a sunny day, I noticed that there was a child next to this troubling child. I often give chocolates to my children and I ignore the new chocolate. To my surprise, this annoying child shares chocolate in half and shares it with others! I did a good job, but ... but my children are getting better!

* And photos? This is what I played as an evil prince in the wilderness, looking as an old lady. The children tried to steal me as I thought it was old and slow. So when they reach for my cup and took the money, I grasped their hands, and they were very surprised. In this case, being underestimated is a fun thing, but I am still personality. ; -)