i needed to get to town – saturday night – finished work – needed to get me feet a stomping / lungs a contracting / brain a shrinking / eyes a dilating – getting drink/drugs/music pre loaded at home – sharing nearly everything in this sharing world – seeing where the buses were going from/past/to/this one is coming my way – there is a dancing god – i will get to town in good time.
i/world could see all the vital journey info – the environment – rating/originality/party passengers on board – the past/present/future tunes – the bops per minute. all up to the high standard of the head coach.
but as expected as its algos planned/mapped – constructive frequency projections of the greater whole frequency of those strangely unknowing electromagnetic lifeforms. the head coach even mods itself – change/upgraded components/design/repairs to have control of his emf signature/field – it was those extra details that made it one of the most enjoyable/rated/profitable coaches. the em weather/route/nodders – if its paying public could not feel the dance energy in the air it had a few tricks to create that party atmosphere whether they liked it or not.
the head coach surveyed this next designed high point – they were bopping as expected. it was allowed to feel good/worth.
his bouncers alerted it to an upcoming problem – a destruction tsunami wave approaching.
cunt! the cunt drove straight past me! its a social bus – open/stopping to all – how the fuck could it ignore him. he stomped his feet in anger.