crappy craps and more crap
last saturday when i was going home, i saw this:
that dude chose a wonderful spot to die, right in the middle of the road. aparrently he hit the car and rolled to the middle and got run over by the tibs bus. as he lay dead, traffic was blocked as buses could not follow their usual route down the road.
then, there were the onlookers, standing intently by the road, perhaps hoping that he would suddenly turn zombie and eat all of them up. or maybe they wanted to see some ghosts. fuck, it's a dead man. covered in cloth. there's nothing to see. no brains, no blood, no shit. just a bulging white cloth and a wrecked motorcycle. even the people in the bus started moving to the front to have a better view, craning their necks, trying to get a glimpse of nothing.
and i was stuck in the bus for close to 20 minutes before they moved the body. the great thing was the bus stop was only aboout a hundred metres away.
went to get a 'proper' hair cut for the first time since last august on friday. and it turned out as fucked as when i do it myself. so what's the point of spending $10 to get fucked hair when you can do it yourself? i wonder. and i still spent the money. my mother came home and thought i cut my own hair again. so she said it was ugly. then i told her the truth. and she said it was actually quite nice. opinions change so damn fast.
that dude chose a wonderful spot to die, right in the middle of the road. aparrently he hit the car and rolled to the middle and got run over by the tibs bus. as he lay dead, traffic was blocked as buses could not follow their usual route down the road.
then, there were the onlookers, standing intently by the road, perhaps hoping that he would suddenly turn zombie and eat all of them up. or maybe they wanted to see some ghosts. fuck, it's a dead man. covered in cloth. there's nothing to see. no brains, no blood, no shit. just a bulging white cloth and a wrecked motorcycle. even the people in the bus started moving to the front to have a better view, craning their necks, trying to get a glimpse of nothing.
and i was stuck in the bus for close to 20 minutes before they moved the body. the great thing was the bus stop was only aboout a hundred metres away.
went to get a 'proper' hair cut for the first time since last august on friday. and it turned out as fucked as when i do it myself. so what's the point of spending $10 to get fucked hair when you can do it yourself? i wonder. and i still spent the money. my mother came home and thought i cut my own hair again. so she said it was ugly. then i told her the truth. and she said it was actually quite nice. opinions change so damn fast.
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