So there we were. I'm not sure why. The salt spray played with our senses and time itself became but an irrelevant abstraction. People we had never met before, nor yet would meet again, joined our party for no apparent reason and left with the same indifferent ease. A sense of becalmed aimlessness frittered away what little reason I had left and a numbing calm overwhelmed my soul.
All in all it was a real balls-acher of a bus ride.
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Bit like an orgy really...
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WV: punri
I'm not going to one of Scarlet's orgies - aimless comings and goings. If it's going to be ball-aching I'd need more drama.
What sort of orgy do you normally attend Kevin?
wv is piedom - which suggests some form of sadistic crumpet. Oh well. You have more exciting bus journeys than I do.
Truly Kev you are the lyric poet of the Manchester Corporation.
This reads like the script, in toto, of a Fellini movie.
Which one, you ask? Not sure, maybe Amarcord, maybe one he didn't get around to making.
You all make it sound a lot more interesting than the bus ride I had...
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