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The man I was with, we were doing an elaborate dance, he was lifting me up, we were laughing, we were on the floor under the bench sharing affection.
A mother with two twin teens came in. He was infatuated with one. Gave her some change. I was jealous, trying to understand. I gave him some change and said, give them both equal.
I went on a different train, one with more color, more decoration, It was to get there before the hords that were stampeding down the street could get there first. I sat in the front compartment, looking out the curtained window at the big city.
Something stopped the train. A bike came in its way. Was there a man on the bike? No, there was a bumble be, a bumble be with a tiny daughter bee on its back. Can't remember why that daughter was there, as some kind of protection, of the species, something.
Maybe cause I'm reading Darwin, or maybe not.
Ah yes, back on the old train, the door to our compartment was closed, I couldn't get in. Is he in there with that twin girl? I can't know. So I listened to the Spanish opera the other twin had put on the radio.
A mother with two twin teens came in. He was infatuated with one. Gave her some change. I was jealous, trying to understand. I gave him some change and said, give them both equal.
I went on a different train, one with more color, more decoration, It was to get there before the hords that were stampeding down the street could get there first. I sat in the front compartment, looking out the curtained window at the big city.
Something stopped the train. A bike came in its way. Was there a man on the bike? No, there was a bumble be, a bumble be with a tiny daughter bee on its back. Can't remember why that daughter was there, as some kind of protection, of the species, something.
Maybe cause I'm reading Darwin, or maybe not.
Ah yes, back on the old train, the door to our compartment was closed, I couldn't get in. Is he in there with that twin girl? I can't know. So I listened to the Spanish opera the other twin had put on the radio.