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Either Side Of The Bed.

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I sit with quiet anger on the upper deck of a filthy, busy double-decker bus during a slow, drawn out jaunt through the end of civilisation; jerking through the greying roads of our nations dumping ground. It is overcast, and I am sick of the musty smell of this carriage reminding me how trapped I am, in this disparaging punishment of existence. As usual, I entertain myself by making note of the fools skulking around me; the stinky bastard who chooses me as his victim of nasal infusion. The moronic hoodie listening to crappy, robotic music on the speakers of his stolen mobile phone. The illegal immigrant who loudly jabbers on his mobile like an Asian Brian Blessed. The undisciplined mum with the baby who never ceases producing irritating screeches. The miserable Victor Meldrew who chooses to move for nobody. The socially arrogant young woman, silently looking down on us all. And me - the man who finds everyone extremely annoying, and imagines heaven to be a world where none of them exist.
The sights I see remain exactly the same - only the people change.

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I sit with quiet humility on the upper deck of a colourful, lively double-decker bus during a methodical, pleasant cruise through a cosmopolitan paradise; rolling through the historical pathways of our nations capital. It is bright, and the ability to breathe in this musty smell of the carriage reminds me how free I am, in this incredible gift of existence. As usual, I entertain myself by making note of the humanity passing around me; the unique aroma of the guy who chooses me through energetic compassion. The impulsive youth listening to modern artistic music on the speakers of his hard-earned mobile phone. The poor yet concerned man, who catches up with his ailing Asian mother on his mobile. The hard working mum with the baby who never ceases producing adorable screeches. The arthritis riddled senior citizen, whose knees are too stiff to move for anybody. The insecure, shy young woman, silently looking up to us all. And me - the man who finds everyone profoundly fascinating, and imagines hell to be a world where none of them exist.
The people I see remain exactly the same - only my sight has changed.

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Lee.

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