You were supposed to be on the 1.20!?
Brighton trains to London were cancelled.... Yeah, stamp my ticket you weedy power trip pussy cat, let me read my book in peace, the book that tires your eyes but works the mind, I didnt board this train to join a herd of sheep, I joined it to scream out of its windows and absorb the beauty of observation amid the sticky humid oxygen stricken chewing gum covered interior of this tin tub on steel lines. I have to halt myself from quoting Page 181 verse 11 to the onlooking passengers. . "a man offers to sell me a six pack of whoop-ass and a bottle of I know you can. I ask him how much? he says, you aint got enough motherfucker, but i bet you can afford some of that lonely shit"
I calm myself then grab my pen, scrawling this memo, I felt a little happy knowing... There isnt an app for that, there aint an app for that.
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