I like watching people in public transport spaces. It's no secret that there is really no excessive time for killing on a bus or train. Or you read something or texting random stuff, or if your eyes are not busy, it monitors the surrounding ones or looks through the window to the most often rainy performances. However, there is an inventive geological vocation that devotes time to the exploration and excavation of its openings. In the morning, on the same train, I travel to work with a half-aged man who, from the very first minute he takes his seat, starts to shove his ears. Moreover, having found something more interesting with his finger - tentacle, he carefully looks at it very closely, I will not be surprised if one day he will show next to him sitting person, and briefly discuss it. Maybe even will find out how to use it in life. Somehow a real endless absurd theatre people in costumes draping ears, nose, locking teeth, etc. etc. (I would be scared of seeing what's next)... There is such a beautiful woman in my morning transport rituals. Make-up overdue, dizzying high heels, eyelashes reaching the sky. She sits down and with her long claws, gets the breakfast left over from her teeth, with Swarovski glamour shes like sunshine for this train performance crew. I still regret not having the paparazzi abilities, when all these geologists are exploring their uncovered craters and caves, and sometimes I want to slap their hands and shake a finger, or, as in school, remind them that "there is no oil in your nose ...".
I like watching people in public transport spaces. It's no secret that there is really no excessive time for killing on a bus or train. Or you read something or texting random stuff, or if your eyes are not busy, it monitors the surrounding ones or looks through the window to the most often rainy performances. However, there is an inventive geological vocation that devotes time to the exploration and excavation of its openings. In the morning, on the same train, I travel to work with a half-aged man who, from the very first minute he takes his seat, starts to shove his ears. Moreover, having found something more interesting with his finger - tentacle, he carefully looks at it very closely, I will not be surprised if one day he will show next to him sitting person, and briefly discuss it. Maybe even will find out how to use it in life. Somehow a real endless absurd theatre people in costumes draping ears, nose, locking teeth, etc. etc. (I would be scared of seeing what's next)... There is such a beautiful woman in my morning transport rituals. Make-up overdue, dizzying high heels, eyelashes reaching the sky. She sits down and with her long claws, gets the breakfast left over from her teeth, with Swarovski glamour shes like sunshine for this train performance crew. I still regret not having the paparazzi abilities, when all these geologists are exploring their uncovered craters and caves, and sometimes I want to slap their hands and shake a finger, or, as in school, remind them that "there is no oil in your nose ...".

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