Originally Posted by
Wyrd
Living on the streets with no money is 5790% more authentic than telling everyone every time you fantasize extensively about killing someone who slightly rustles your jimmies, have a dream where you shag someone you think is disgusting, or use the toilet. Shelter, food, and clothing just take us away from the state of lying naked, cold, helpless, and eventually dead with and against that brutal goddess Nature whence we sprung and whither we return, like Oedipus with his mother.