Gladstone Street, London, ca. 1950 - by Bert Hardy (1913 - 1995), English
nothing funnier than saying "back in my day" in your 20s as if you aren't the toddler of adults
you can do this by breaking unto a dead sprint the instant the bus obscures you. run in the direction the bus is going and if you're quick you can get like 50 feet before the bus outpaces you.
follow the bus, get around a corner if you can, get behind something, get on top of something tall, take off a large coat and hat, any basic misdirection really and you've as good as vanished.
whatever you do, don't be still running when the bus outpaces you.
whatever you do,
don’t be still running when the
bus outpaces you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
that's an ominous haiku
Sitting on my lap while I finger fuck your thoughts away, my mouth buried between your tits and your fingers laced in my hair.
yes plz
saw someone get engaged in a cemetery today, friday the thirteenth. so glad to know that somewhere out there some goth kid’s dreams became a reality