bus transportation really bugs me. and speaking of bugs, i feel the need to burn my clothing when i get home from class everyday. i can just see the crabs illuminating a bluegreen color as they try and run for safety from the back of my pretty jacket.no more elderly man flapping his asscheeks and suffocating the mosquito in front of him.no more being let offinto the trees by a curb or tolerating sudden stops into the seat in front of me.
casual laughter from crackwhores and the smell of dung from the inner walls of the bus, no more. there will be only the imagining throwing bricks of fire through the bus station window with a fat ass schrapneled frog leaping over the chair to escape the incoming brick of fire.
and before you peel into sarcasm and bastardness, i am angry as a wasp that just got sprayed by not raid, michael savage, but a fire extinguisher, and i will rip you another earhole with my stinger.
mahalo.