Bus journeys
My journeys on the buses are a joy to behold. half the time there is a strong smell of piss which pervades the area that l live in, particularly when it rains, l always thought it was the men who susu all over the place, but then looking at this place it may have something to do with the sewage system- Victorian it ain't as this is a "modern concrete village" of the early sixties. Anyway what do I know. This diatribe was not about piss, rather it was about my daily journey on buses. I dream of conquering some silly ass mountain so that l can be famous and rich, live in a castle and drive a swanky car- DREAM ON!. I truly enjoy the bus journey the smell of piss notwithstanding- but the thrill is riding on the bus lanes and overtaking swanky cars.
Two weeks l was flat broke got on the bus, had no money whatsover and this whiney brat/kid got on the bus soon after and did he cry, cry and cry. It was endless and relentless the type of shrieks that you want to shriek back. Then suddenly the shrieks were a distant echo, then an echo of what was going round and round in my head- " Mummy, I want money, I want money , I want my money." The shrieking was not so bad as he was shrieking something that I understood. I was glad that someone else had the chance to scream what l had been screaming soundlessly in my head.... " I want money". He got on the bus on Tuesday and I recognised him, we had a lovely chat with him and his Mum, he is only three years old....
Two weeks l was flat broke got on the bus, had no money whatsover and this whiney brat/kid got on the bus soon after and did he cry, cry and cry. It was endless and relentless the type of shrieks that you want to shriek back. Then suddenly the shrieks were a distant echo, then an echo of what was going round and round in my head- " Mummy, I want money, I want money , I want my money." The shrieking was not so bad as he was shrieking something that I understood. I was glad that someone else had the chance to scream what l had been screaming soundlessly in my head.... " I want money". He got on the bus on Tuesday and I recognised him, we had a lovely chat with him and his Mum, he is only three years old....
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There is something nice about urine.
I think its inviting. it invites us not to move closer or wear better or pee-transcending shoes.
busses bring piss to mind so for example men that zip up zippers too soon. they are always complaining about girls going missing in the loo but you never see us with pee stains - maybe theres something about a urinal that causes them all to speed - pee.
well - can we get weirder? the answer is YES.
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