Nasty Shit: The hard realities of street life… This poor soul shits out a hole she has in the back of her pants. She will not accept any help. She comes to this drinking fountain in Talkers’ Park on a regular basis to relive herself. What I find odd, is that she does have a sense of beauty, as she wears silver spoon-rings on her hands. – The Universe is radically indifferent to our needs – therefore, we can’t afford to be.
The odor was so strong, it could clearly be detected a full half-block away. The question that haunts me – how is it that, in a nation of such fantastic material wealth, we have so many human beings that are left to live out in the streets like wild beasts?
Black Sabbath – Wicked World