I’m sorry my Queer Bristah,
but the Spongebob pj bottoms & the Spongebob backpack
with the naked Black Ken doll sticking out does not work in this reality
(maybe in Japan).
But power to u for rockin it
and your black milli vanilli leather jacket.
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Oh. Wait!
I just figured it out.
That was some Ballroom shit.
Probably fierceness on the floor.
Ludicrous on the bus.
Not quite fabulous
on the 21.
I wonder what the eco-foot print is
for Burning Man.
Fuel costs
to travel and to burn.
Carbon emissions
Ozone impact
Noise pollution
Light pollution
What does Burning Man do
for the Global Heat Index?
What is the effect
upon Planetary Resources?
I wonder.
And money
Money to burn.
How many could be helped
how many could be fed
how many could be educated and cared for
with all the money
given up to burn?
I wonder.
I tire
of the quest
the ongoing existence
without that which I’ve already had
but no longer have
and long
so much
to have
again.
Misleads kill me.
Ugh.
So, I get off of the bus this morning and notice that an embarking passenger is having difficulty getting her bike up on the rack.
“Would you like some help?” I ask.
She scowls at me, so I step back. She proceeds to put the bike on in the wrong direction.
As she struggles to pull the hook over the basket on the back of her bike, I explain that the front wheel needs to go under the hook. She scowls at me again, but I ignore her. I remove her bike and replace it on the rack properly. “It’s should face this way.” I offer.
“I know!” she snaps, clearly annoyed, mumbling incoherently.
“Oh. I’m sorry for helping.” I offer.
People. Really.
You make me wanna blog.
From Metro Transit Website
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