A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- fermented proverbs half passed out vagrant on bus-stop bench rousing himself from his near-coma prompted by unseen forces to weigh in on the lady sitting down the bench from him asking me how long until the bus comes. "really, everyone needs a beer. some of them are gonna lie to you and say they're gonna get food and stuff but everybody really...(lengthy pause)...needs...a beer, i'm just tryin' to be honest with you, you know what i mean? it's all she wants is a beer, because really, i'm telling you everyone needs a beer...until the bus comes, you know." and then by the next bus, deranged old woman talking about her neice's sex life and her own aversions to sex and germs as if i asked to hear about any of it, great torrents of words strung haphazardly together leading me to crank up my Chemical Brothers CD and slap the headphones back on as politely and discreetly as i could manage to 11:47 p.m. - 2003-10-16 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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