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he sat down, turned around and looked at me; he watched my hands. every so often i'd catch him staring. it felt so strange, but once i managed to catch his eye before he turned to the window. i smiled. so the rest of the ride (until he got off at is, mostly between 180th and 99th) we'd exchange secret glances, like kisses. i began to feel slightly insecure, why me? my face was shiny, my hair an oil slick in a ponytail, no makeup. it gave me the most wonderful feeling, that the magic's not in the makeup. he got off at 99th, right before the train crossed I-205. i turned around and looked deep into his eyes, came thisclose to kissing him. then he got off and the train moved on. i have no clue who he was. i probably couldn't pick him out in a crowd. but that boy wriggled his way into my very being without a single word. |
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it's funny how we make up excuses not to do stuff because we think noting will come of it. people are stupid that way. dau after day i tr to pour out my being to share with others, but it's difficult. most people don't want to see the possibilities. |
Actually, the grossest thing I think I ever witnessed, I was riding on the subway and a homeless guy got on the train and sat down on a bench, which after everyone cleared out because of his smell, he had to himself. He then proceeded to take off his shirt, and pull body lice off his body and put them on the seat. Once he had 6 or 7 wriggling on the seat, he pulled out a Bic lighter and started burning them. There was something so disturbing about that, I thought I was going to be sick. |
was over by the track looking at something and i sat by the wall. i was just daydreaming when i felt an arm lightly around my shoulder. assuming that it was my friend i slowly turned to say something. i was kissed on the cheek. as i realized that this was not my friend but a stranger, the man cart-wheeled away. yes, i said, cart-wheeled away. i shit you not. |
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i don't use public trans much. if i lived in town where i could access it from home i'd use it more. there can be some interesting people on the MAX if you're on at the right time. like the time my schnitz concert was the same day as a gay pride parade. |
My parrot's name is max. |
I hate Italian men in Italy. Someone told me a lot of blonde women come down from Scandanavia to work as prostitutes in Italia, so they presume all fair women are fair game. |
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however, we differ in that i didn't want to kiss him, but to sit down with him and play the game just a little bit longer. |
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so I bring along Iceberg Slim books, and pretend im somewhere else. "Mind the Gap" is a hoot the "DEEDODEEP STOP! DOORS DO REBOUND OR SPRING BACK. DEEDOODEEP" in the atlanta airport is terribly amusing as well |
damn. |
i know he bought the rights to his books, but his intros are lame. |