india

- heavy. As predicable as MSTRKRFT using a cowbell i know. Feel like a hipoc blogging this sort of stuff as i am not one to do it for whatever little attention it brings. I dont want to seem like im trying to get anykenteverykent to know that im here and im helping people out. Im not doing that much and not many people read this blog so should be sweet. To all the people claiming people dying and publisising it not out of respect, 'rip so and so' in their screen names, i piss on you. Im pretty pissed right now so ill make this snappy.

My god father Jim was a good mate of Mother Teresa and has always wanted us to come over and help out so we are.

An aussie poor ass would be livin it up here, as the people who look poor here still have slaves which are the REAL poor. And then the poorest come from a suberb called dianella where front doors are all too uncommon, but holidays are all so frequent! (personal joke).

But seriously. Yesterday we signed up, today we started. We dont need to help anyone who looks strong as they can still work, even if they look like shit and other organisations give them a hand. Obviously its the mentally and physically strugglers who need a hand as they cant work or do squat. Its intense as the girls dress like boys so they dont get raped, and people mutate themself so they can get more money when they beg. And if they dont, people who get a share of their begging money will mutate the beggers themself. Like today i saw a guy with no legs swinging himself down the street using his fists as crutches, and abandoned babies that have eyes popped out and their mouths and noses combined in one hole. Heavy.

The joint i started at today is the one for the guys who are right about to die. You have never seen people this skinny and never will. Those fake anarexic pictures floating around are no joke nothing compared. These guys calves get skinnier as they go up and the top of their quads are as thin their ankles. One guy had his thema poking out his skin, another had just fallen off the back of a truck and become parro.

In between them was a guy called Kishor Das. I thought he was one of the healthier looking blokes, he was only 20. As we walked past him, one of the other volunteers told Jim he was acting strange. So me and him where nursing him and after a while of helping him he died as we where doing it. Heavy. It was pretty rare for me but they had the whole ruitine going. When his pulse completely stopped we did heaps of prayers while touching him. I felt real sorry for him how he had no chance from birth and respected him highly for giving it his all. I can be quite a winger myself but i hate it when i do it and fucken hate it when other people spit the dummy for pussy ass shit. This is the obvious outcome people would expect of me coming here, but i always sort of had that view. If i gain anything from here i hope i stop winging totally. These guys have shit to winge about, and they dont even winge. They also get far less sympathy than we do when we fucken winge.

Me jim and another guy then had to carry him into a room where we unclothed him and wrapped him up. Jim shook it when he was telling us that me and this other guy, would be the only guys to remember him. Ever. Jim moved here from Perth over a decade ago and has so shitloads of these he probably wont remember. Kishor has no relatives, no friends or people he even knew at all that would know he was dead or was ever alive. Jim gave me and the other volunteer a card that was like a death certificate, it felt good to at least help.

Signed

Sensative newage vegan straight-edge pussy metro windog.

Except now i do drugs.

Haha nuh ill be back.

When i get this peice of shit camera plugin to work il have some pics