Hobo Explosion the Awakening

Two others, well one really, the other just posted your typical hobo nonsense about what medical doctors are calling "Hobo-Morning-Dyslexia", have endeavored to prepare the way for those of you who would come to have the words "Hobo Explosion" ringing in your ears - invading your otherwise sane lives. Awakening!, yes, but not your suitably zealous immortals battling it out to the death, or of the Rumpelstiltskinian trickery, of which only Deutschland can produce. This Awakening happens every morning all across the globe, its not early, in fact, it happens between the hours of 12-2pm. Although, consistent in its occurrence, it is a lazy explosion, which stalks the hurried student as he or she tries to cross town to make it to class, or makes a victim of the selfishly happy twelve cent philanthropist. It cares not for class, in fact those of the explosion know nothing of class, which is what really distinguishes them from others. Wearing a Tommy Hilfiger and Dress Barn Blouse sandwich thinly separated by salty rivers percolating from body to fabric does nothing to hamper their sense of destiny. I have been labelled among the explosion because I sleep in the same clothes I wear to work. The others, well their "Hobo-Explosiveness", as the Sussex tabloids have come to label, comes from their unique capacity to live in filth, and the one, Hawkins, in particular has been cast among us because of the use of his large head to make several thousand children laugh, and $10.95 on Hillsborough street. You are not safe! Some of you are thinking that you may be able to escape the explosion because of their 12-2pm start, but realize yea' this, the Hobo Explosion is a global action, and it infests all time zones, so KNOW that that there is ALMOST always a hobo waiting to explode near you. As, stated by Hawkins, it is not an attack on the indigent, but an acceptance of a who we are. As men, as hobo men, as hobo explosive men...