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I watched the peoples faces, the bus people, the people with furrowed brows staring at books,
with closed eyes trying to place themself elsewhere, where there is air conditioning.
I smile as I see a sign to nanaimo, and wonder if anyone say me grinning like an idiot.
I looked over and a man smiled at me,
I blushed and thought about it, about how to watch people, and read them, and how when you see other people happy, you feed off their energy. When you see a lovestruck boy blowing kisses to his girl on the bus, and how she blushes and looks proud.
Or like when a drunken parade of your friends chase your bus just to say "we love you".
Or when your angry drug crazed ex chases a bus your on screaming and banging the window screaming cunt,
and how everyone looks at you with critical eyes wondering what horrible things you must have done to deserve this...
On a lighter note next time your on a bus watch peoples faces, catch the ones smiling at random land marks, peoples, places, and make up a story to go with that smile.
It's fun.
with closed eyes trying to place themself elsewhere, where there is air conditioning.
I smile as I see a sign to nanaimo, and wonder if anyone say me grinning like an idiot.
I looked over and a man smiled at me,
I blushed and thought about it, about how to watch people, and read them, and how when you see other people happy, you feed off their energy. When you see a lovestruck boy blowing kisses to his girl on the bus, and how she blushes and looks proud.
Or like when a drunken parade of your friends chase your bus just to say "we love you".
Or when your angry drug crazed ex chases a bus your on screaming and banging the window screaming cunt,
and how everyone looks at you with critical eyes wondering what horrible things you must have done to deserve this...
On a lighter note next time your on a bus watch peoples faces, catch the ones smiling at random land marks, peoples, places, and make up a story to go with that smile.
It's fun.