I dont know some people burn the places they live, fuck all the women, then the villager come out with pitch forks ready to kill and they move, me not so much. People reconginse that i am not of them imgetitly. sigh then the end is inevitable. Its been happening all my life with women. I am the what the cells attack. I see that. I used to ask what do i need to do for love but i love the unloved in society. When people of a class see a begger , i see a agent , demotivated. this cause stigma for the begger who see me as too clean to understand the minutiae of his reality , the person born of class attached to the scene sees me a a street side Preacher, a begger of a diffrent kind and educated person steep in privalge sees me as a threat that must be stopped i see me as a dreamer a bulider and crappy enginger , who needs to lock in we will see will she ? prolly