| More and more, I've been noticing clothing senselessly abandoned on the streets. Defenseless, these forgotten under- and foot wear are in desperate need of homes, and so I'm taking it upon myself to find them the homes they so deservingly need. Please, open your arms and help these tragic victims of neglect. All they really are hoping for is a warm heart to take them in.
This is Megan. I found her scared, scarce, and clinging for dear life onto this tree, next to a lightrail station. She's looking for someone with a size C cup chest, who is willing to nurse her back to health.
 Robby's story is devastating. It's a struggle -day after day- people coldly passing by, with not so much as a glance. The altitude that he's at does not match, in no way, the ultimate feeling of inferiority that bears down on him. He (stupid pun alert) hangs in there in hopes that one day his fraternal twin brother will return. It's been over 5 months now, and hopes of a reunion is slowly diminishing.
 I found Brabra ...excuse my retardation- I found Barbara here, curled up and motionless, in what appeared to be her own waste. A child of abuse, she fell hard for a woman she thought was her savior. Barbara provided support and protection in exchange for her lover's warmth. What love she thought was eternal, soon was unveiled to be an illusion. She was used. Merely an object to be discarded. When Goodwill wouldn't take her in, she found acceptance on the streets. "Goodwill my ass".
 Having gone through extreme environmental circumstances, Chad and Brad are beginning to show signs of schizophrenia. At times, they believe they are siamese birds, linking laces to seal the delusion.
If anyone would like to be a part of the fight to provide abandoned garments loving homes, please contact: What's With All the Random Ass Bras and Shoes I've Been Finding Out in the Wild Lately Foundation P.O. Box 938 What the Fuck, Seriously, San Jose, CA 62748
Love,
Maggie |
