shuffle off, shake the bugs out, adjust your eyes to the light. you know, you gotta get in the habit of not wearing your sunglasses on the train. when you get off, half asleep from the nap yuo can never see anyone. oops, sorry pal, didn't mean to knock into you there. oh and by the way, if you keep giving me that dirty look, i might follow through on that impulse i have right about now about punching you in your face. eyes frontwise, shiteyes. wow! i'm a poet and i didn't even know it. whoops coffee's calling.—the bastard
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look, it wasn't my idea to get a local 3 job and work crazy hours. or move to the borough with the least efficient infrastructure. every now and again, the bastard wants to go in late. i'm entitled once in a while.
The bastard (aka The Slacking Bastard)
slack this shiteyes
if you say so. actually, SI is very convenient at night cause no one's on the road there. had to cut through on the way to jersey 2 weekends ago.
tunnels run to springfield blvd. SI just wasn't designed to hold the mass that it holds. therein lies the infrastructure problem.
wasn't my planning, and i ain't where i am by choice my sweet. remember that
i wasn't sure where the tunnels end. the homeless problem has it's own way of moving east. thay live under the cross island and live off of the empties they deposit at thrifty. don't need no subway for that.
i'll stop deleting when you stop pissing me off.
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