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So I rang up a local building firm, I said 'I want a skip outside my house.' He said 'I'm not stopping you.'
A mental midget with the IQ of a fence post.
Any jackass can kick down a barn. It takes a carpenter to build on.
You got a better word for a guy who's swept my chimney five times in one night?
-Dr. Jack Francisco
Mixologist at a bar in the heavily gentrified Shaw neighbourhood, I fear I haven't a skinny-jeaned leg to stand on. S.D. PLATTON Washington, DC
granny-humping butt sucker!
With Angela drawn to the hangdog look and Malachy lonely after three months in jail, there was bound to be a knee-trmbler.
A knee-trmbler is the act itself done up against a wall, man and woman up on their toes, straining so hard their knees tremble with the excitement that's in it.
You ain't no woodstove; you can't just squat in the middle of my house and stew.
I don't necessarily need 400 pounds on my back in the squat rack, and then take a picture of myself and send it out to my Twitter followers, 'Part of the 400 pound club today.'
Either way, I have no wish to disturb a man sleeping in a gutter; I assume until proved otherwise that he belongs there.
That's what a skinwalker is: a mean asshole with a meaner spirit squatting inside."
"I've run into some of those at the dog park," Oberon said. "They're usually attached to Chihuahuas.
There's no unemployment in squatter cities. Everyone works. One-sixth of humanity is there. It's soon going to be more than that.
I hesitate to get into the gutter with this guy.
the landlord, Mr. El Cheap-o Thompkins,
I remember my own life as a small boy, son of Jewish immigrants, in a janitor's flat on Orchard and Stanton streets on the Lower East Side of New York City. My father made pants and doubled as janitor of a tenement - before he made janitoring at $30 a month, plus rooms, a career.
Here's a six-foot-ten guy in sneakers and the lady's asking me, 'Profession?'
What are you, like a rent-a-white-knight? (Abbie)
a chronic malcontent, albeit quite a purposeless one.
The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.
I am the Mud Hut I Grew Upon
When elites see a homeless person in the gutter, they assume he's saving a parking place.
I call myself a labourer because I take pride in calling myself a spinner, weaver, farmer and scavenger.
We have probed the earth, excavated it, burned it, ripped things from it, buried things in it ... That does not fit my definition of a good tenant. If we were here on a month-to-month basis, we would have been evicted long ago.
[Describing an unsatisfactory apartment for which an up-and-comer had to settle:] The flat crouched around him, watching like a depressed relation, waiting for him to take some action.
I live in Brick Towers, a public housing project in Newark's Central Ward. I moved in when the projects were privately owned by a man who the residents and I believed was a grade A slumlord.
Rather in a gutter than on a pedestal.
Trample not on the ruins of a man.
this is my landlord, Krook
He who builds on the people, builds on the mud
All my life I have been a nomad.
Lonely and isolated people who feel their solitude more intensely within the busy life of the streets. They are what George Gissing called the anchorites of daily life, who return unhappy to their solitary rooms.
your second-hand bicycles in the alleyways
A castaway adrift on my own little island - rich and with my family along with thousands of beautiful, drunken tourists to keep me company." - excerpt from Confessions of an Internet Pornographer.
A penniless, jobless old college friend who had been offered several loans from banks to buy a house he couldn't afford. That's
Basically the sort of guy who looks entirely at home in sockless white loafers and a mint-green knit shirt from Lacoste.
The category I come closest to is 'lumberjack hipster.'
amanuensis. A rapt
My mother and I took over abandoned buildings to sleep in.
We call them grunters. They're ghost hunters but grunters is more appropriate because most of them are pigs.
husk of a vanished person.
What's a pirate minus the ship? just a creative homeless guy
I'm definitely a boot-scootin' kind of guy.
Of course I'm going to say "I'm a thug" that's because I came from the GUTTER and I'm still HERE!
A weak man is not as happy as that same man would be if he were strong. This reality is offensive to some people who would like the intellectual or spiritual to take precedence. It is instructive to see what happens to these very people as their squat strength goes up.
Speculator: One who bought stocks that went down.
It's not just the person who fills a house, it's their I'll be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.
People who go out and try to be a rebel at night,
Try to make up for the fact that they settled in life.
Lazy doesn't exist. Lazy is a symptom of something else. The person who can't get up off their butt is just a person who's depressed. It's usually a pervasive lack of self-worth, or a feeling of helplessness.
We're not nomads, we're not gypsies! We have a home!
I am a freak in secondhand velour, a leper who uses L'Oreal Anti-sticky Mega Gel. I am rootless, ripped from all foundations, an orphan raising an orphan and wanting to take away everything there is and replace it with stuff I've made.
What kind of crazy nut would spend two or three hours a day just running?
Dirt Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
Neath tile or thatch That man is rich Who has a scratch For every itch.
But then again, those who argue against squatting and deadlifting on the same day may just be pussies.
A miser is merely a pauper with fewer friends.
I'm a troglodyte. I think that's the word for it. Like an old school weird person who throws bricks at their computers.
What is a man if he is not a thief who openly charges as much as he can for the goods he sells?
If somebody dumps something noxious in my back yard, the dumper is the last one I would call on to repair the damage.
IMPOSTOR n. A rival aspirant to public honors.
A Southerner, inferior.
You see airbrushed images of me, but I know the person who's walking barefoot, dodging dog poo in the yard.
My roommate's a fruit loop dingus.
I'm not a vagrant. I'm a hobo. Big difference.
In the big city, if the man next door happens to be a slum landlord, a Mafia bag man, or a long distance runner, what does it matter, as long as he puts his garbage out on Tuesdays?
She'd never been any kind of camper, never had been good at relieving a full bladder on a whim. Never had quite figured out that squat; it seemed like she'd always wet her right foot.
I have an armchair interest in gardening, but I don't like to get my knees dirty. I don't have a garden.
Clothes are a homeless man's home.
The same tired people who dragged bags and baskets full of their dirty laundry out in public when they had a rare spare moment. It was a certain breed of people that used Laundromats and Ren had it down to such a fine science she could have probably recognized them on the street.
There is filth on the floor, and it must be scraped up with the muck-rake.
How could you be from the ghetto and be a rat?
We have failed to fully appreciate how deeply housing is implicated in the creation of poverty. Not everyone living in a distressed neighborhood is associated with gang members, parole officers, employers, social workers, or pastors. But nearly all of them have a landlord.
Above all others I pity the homeless: where can they go to masturbate?
Unemployed and dependent - is not as parasite.
The man who does not betake himself at once and desperately to sawing is called a loafer, though he may be knocking at the doors of heaven all the while.
I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.
I consider myself a laborer, building my career brick over brick under the sun.
I'm a complete and utter busker.
Do you know what you call those who use towels and never wash them, eat meals and never do the dishes, sit in rooms they never clean, and are entertained till they drop? If you have just answered, 'A house guest,' you're wrong because I have just described my kids.
An imperfect person living an imperfect, limited life.
A squat gray building of only thirty-four stories.
Who in their right mind counts the tiles on the floor when they go visiting a neighbor?
The Australian backyard was once built for tradesmen and outdoor toilets. As suburbs spread, it became a playground and source of pride ...
Just give me a second to get my wind back. Who the hell put that pole there?
I'm a bit of a vagabond - a person who loses time and space because you don't know where you are.
Do not waste your pity on a scamp.
But the landlady is a fat, ugly, mean, stupid, unwashed, misanthropic, cheap, drunken bag of garbage. And you may have noticed that I very seldom use profanity, so I can't describe her as well as I might.
ANSWER-JOBBER (A'NSWER-JOBBER) n.s.[from answer and jobber.]He that makes a trade of writing answers. What disgusts me from having any thing to do with answer-jobbers, is, that they have no conscience.Swift.
A slumpbuster is when you have to take one for the team. It's finding the biggest, nastiest, fattest broad, and you put the wood to her to come out of your slump. Also known as 'jumping on a grenade for the team'.
I phoned the local ramblers club today and this bloke just went on and on.
What kind of guy goes to every city, has sex with every girl, then he goes and catches HIV,
Y'know what they call the person who does all the work but gets none of the credit? An opportunity.
A rebel without a clue.
You lazy, floor banana motherf*****
I'm a known fugitive who likes to set people on fire. Come away with me so we can have hot sex while the entire city is trying to shoot me in the head. If I get bored, I'll barbecue you for my amusement. Sure, let me get my shoes.
An industrious sinner I much prefer to a lazy saint.
And someone who is perpetually accidentally hot-gluing herself to the carpet, and who is sort of mentally unstable, but in an "At-least-I-still-remember-how-pants-work" kind of way (cough ... that'd be me).
Scrawny little mundane bastard.
I no longer want to live in an apartment furnished with forklifts and backhoes.
Me, I'm just a hack. I'm just a schlep-per. I just do what I can do.
I'm a wandering gypsy.