Asheville Homeless Network

10/10/2020

I am beyond sick of judgmental ass ppl. Not ALL ppl are homeless because they are addicts. But since y'all wanna speak on my favorite fu***ng topic. Let's fu***ng chat. Ever been to the trap houses? Ever sat down with the "dirty trashy addicts" and tried to figure out how they got there? I fu**in have. How many addicts have had all their s**t stolen? If you have no ID you can't get an ID. If you have no shower or clean clothes then how TF do you get a job? If you haven't eaten in a week or two and you have no job and no ID then how do you buy food? Do you know that a bag of m**h costs just as much as a meal at McDonald's? And that McDonald's is gonna go thru your system and your gonna be hungry again in a few hrs. That bag of m**h is gonna block the hunger pangs for at least a day. Do you know that to enter a rehab you can't talk to your family for at least a week, you can't smoke and you can have no caffeine? So basically your withdrawing from everything your system knows all while being completely isolated and probably locked up with ppl that you dont like or that make you uncomfortable. Now let's talk about what can be done. Let's create some sort of liason with social security and vital statistics so these ppl can get some ID. They cant get a job or a room or visit the food pantries without it. Y'all mock the crazy lady with the shovel walking around in her underwear. She was trying to make money while everyone mocked her. Ever been exposed to the elements 24 hrs a day. Ever been hungry, cold, or roasting hot for more than a few hours. These ppl are stronger than you think. I've sat in trap houses and watched m**h heads paint pictures Picasso would envy. Ive watched young ppl blow the most beautiful glass bobbles with nothing but a blow torch and his lips. I've seen ppl buy speakers for $20 and flip em for $150. I've met singers, and dancers, and poets that wrote sonnets so deep your heart cries. But instead of tapping into that energy and talent we mock it cuz we don't know what it's like to live that life. We didn't always have houses and electricity and wifi. These ppl survive how they can and who TF are we to say they can't sleep next to a river that belongs not to us but to the universe. Don't like the mess? Cool create fu***ng fire pits, put a few trash cans out and some needle disposal boxes. How about we fund a few Ed's heads along the river instead of huge useless fu***ng round abouts. And how about for community service we make these bad ass kids go out on the weekends and clean up the riverbanks. They want this gang s**t ok let's give em chain gangs and maybe in the meantime they can get a lil taste of the hard life. Prison is nothing compared to the life these ppl live. Prison provides 3 meals, healthcare, and temperature regulation, work programs, education, and tv. The homeless have access to none. Stop complaining and get your boujee asses out from behind the damn screens and talk to ppl. Buy em a cup of coffee, offer them a tampon, a deoderant and Change of fu***ng clothes and show them you care. Even if you can't save them you've showed them that they are worth it and loved and that's what the world needs

02/18/2020

Kens queen sahin..i hope everybody had a gud valentines day yesterday..i know we did...lots of cuddling and needed time...

09/27/2019

From John Steinbeck's ''East of Eden'' (one of the books we're reading outloud lately)
...*THIS!!!* ♥♥♥ :

" Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man. It happens to nearly everyone. You can feel it growing or preparing like a fuse burning toward dynamite. It is a feeling in the stomach, a delight of the nerves, of the forearms. The skin tastes the air, and every deep-drawn breath is sweet. It's beginning has the pleasure of a great stretching yawn; it flashes in the brain and the whole world glows outside your eyes. A man may have lived all his life in the gray, and the land and trees of him dark and somber. The events, even the important ones, may have trooped by, faceless and pale. And then- the glory- so that a cricket song sweetens his ears, the smell of the earth rises chanting to his nose, and dappling light under a tree blesses his eyes. Then a man pours outward, a torrent of him, and yet is not diminished. ....It is a lonely thing but it relates us to the world. It is the mother if all creativeness, and it sets each man separate from all other men.
I don't know how it will be in the years to come. There are are monstrous changes taking place in the world, forces shaping a future whose face we do not know. Some of these forces seem evil to us, perhaps not in themselves but because their tendency is to eliminate other things we hold good. It is true that two men can lift a bigger stone than one man. A group can build automobiles quicker and better than one man, and bread from a huge factory is cheaper and more uniform. When our food and clothing and housing all are born in the complication of mass production, mass m**hod is bound to get into our thinking and to eliminate all other thinking. In our time mass or collective production has entered our economics, our politics, and even our religion, so that some nations have substituted the idea collective for the idea of God. This in my time is the point, and men are unhappy and confused.
At such a time it seems natural and good to me to ask myself these questions. What do I believe in? What must I fight for and what must I fight against?
Our species is the only creative species, and it has only one creative instrument, the individual mind and spirit of a man. Nothing was ever created by two men. There are no good collaborations, whether in music, in art, in poetry, in mathematics, in philosophy. Once the miracle of creation has taken place, the group can build and extend it, but the group never invents anything. The preciousness lies in the lonely mind of a man.
And now the forces marshaled around the concept of the group have declared a war of extermination on that preciousness, the mind of man. By disparagement, by starvation, by repressions, forced direction, and the stunning hammerblows of conditioning, the free, roving mind is being pursued, roped, blunted, DRUGGED. It is a sad suicidal course our species seems to have taken.
And thus i believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this i must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual. This is what I am and what I am about. I can understand why a system built on a pattern must try to destroy the free mind, for that is one thing which can by inspection destroy such a system. Surely I can understand this, and hate it and I will fight against it to preserve the one thing that separates us from the uncreative beasts. If the glory can be killed, we are lost.''

06/29/2019

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A 501(c) organization is a nonprofit organization in the federal law of the United States according to 26 U.S.C. § 501 and is one of 29 types of nonprofit organizations exempt from some federal income taxes. Sections 503 through 505 set out the requirements for attaining such exemptions. Many sta...

02/24/2019

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A homeless camp set up under the Ninth Street Bridge along the Tuolumne River in Modesto, California, got 150 tents Tuesday. The temporary site is for a city and Stanislaus County-approved shelter and encampment.

02/22/2019

*DROPS MIC*

02/21/2019

Check it!!! this is what we're talkin' about!

02/21/2019

live outside? get EBT? microwave at AHope, or wherever. or over a fire:

02/21/2019

There are some very compassionate and reasonable law enforcement officers