The Way Out of Hell: you're not going to like it
You're not going to like it. That's sort of the thing. Hell forms gradually and populations adapt, over time, to all it's little progressions. Though, make no mistake, there is an overarching delusion that is it's crux; it's kingpin that forms the bed for every naïve, anxiety-driven vampirism and their various cascading evolutions.
Pride. The subtle monstrosity. A horrible state of nature that must be endured before figuring out how to move so gracefully that we surprise ourselves in all our inherent ninjaosities and stop the hate. Which, of course, includes justice regardless. Hence beautiful patience because if choice, in real reality, isn't real and the universe really really, mechanically, has no beginning... it means we are literally extensions of an all-encompassing beginningless singularity... I guess what I'm sort of saying is that I'm not being glib or poetic when I say we are all insane angels. All masks of Creator. You are the only thing that exists and no one ever chose to be crazy. Do you think Jesus believed in magic? #itsdivining
CHAPTER 1: There is no do
It does happen of it's own accord, simply, because truth is static and we just stop doing what we can no longer stomach and move like superheroes, doing the best we can in the most shittiest of circumstances knowing niceness owns innovation in it's attractiveness. Patience because no matter the horror it is only crazy angels trying to get us to believe in evil so as to rule via instigation. #guilelessnessisboss
CHAPTER 2: Love of tent-city can be imposed on the drug gangs and the enabled allowance of obnoxious behaviour (I'm looking at you, drunks)
Even if we do everything right we face the consequence of life's necessities no longer supplied by all the easy lies... which alludes to another cornerstone of the generic grand nervous breakdown (patience be with you), animals are people. Seeing a much greater respect when striking mosquitoes or carnivouring in general. The pretending they're products is more damning than the killing itself. Everyone is going to see the whole sorry affair and I'm sorry but we're being bad and stupid to the most idiotic degree... more fuel for our cavalierness. Patience isn't my shtick, it just possessed me in it's awesomeness.
Tent-city saves the world and flailing fools frightening children just isn't going to be a thing.
AKA: being nice and turning all the energy we spend on compliance into thinking about being most practical, on every conceivable level, towards conduiting a world where no one need fear anyone.
PS: The 'Right to Sleep' Data Hub (or The Process of How It Is That It Is Legal to Have a Tent, at Night, in a Park in the City of Victoria, BC, Canada)- ://g_o_o.g_l/maps/5P9ZU (remove the underscores and add http)