The Last StationSmoke stacks rise in the distance        we've been here before        scent of horror on the tip of my senses        railway cars filled with scorn        unclenched...

I was curious  I asked my husband this time Chinese muuchey, moustachu,  Chin chin chuu, Chinna Chinese please You always shave it I know you made the  moustachus in Indian style let me see how you look You might look like Bruce Lee No maybe Danny,  I dont know much...

sadness wells within metears add to its depthsit is a deep shade of blueI'm not sure how much time I have leftfaced with this I weepmy thoughts are with those I lovemy little bear, bear will I see him...

aye brotherfucker how goes it toiling in the world?sent from the heavens no fuckery heremy thoughts collide with you and I find myself missing you againbetwixt two worlds my mind seeks you out in the material voidsinging I want...

The seat numbers put them together 11C and 11D, the bus itself had decided before either of them had a say. She checked her seat, while he was already sat on his. They sat next to each other, initially...