Awww

I just went on a trip to where Mormons live. That town sucks. That movie sucks too. Anything with Matthew Lillard in it sucks. That guy is forty years old now. Everything in that city looks way too big. The streets are too wide and the blocks are twice as big as they should be. It looks like the fourth world in Super Mario Brothers 3. I like that world for Mario but he,s a plumber and can handle that kind of stress. I,m just a frail boy with a Montgomery Burns-like body who can,t handle walking long distances or looking at big things. I got out of breath crossing the street there.

I spent most of my time there sleeping and the rest of the time I was in a horrible bus depot surrounded by human waste. There was one lady there who was talking really loudly into a headset on her phone. It wasn,t a Bluetooth headset though, it had a big, curly cord that went down to her belt where her phone was clipped. She was wearing a really short, black Harley Davidson tank top and her weird, slanted bellybutton kept winking at me.

Another inhabitant of the bog was some ponytailed guy who looked like his dad beat him because he thought he was gay in highschool so to compensate he got really good at sports and was really muscular but then his dad died and he sort of let himself go and gained a bit of weight and now he walks around bus stations looking at me for too long with a lot of rubber bands holding his ponytail wearing a shirt promoting the move ,,The Crow,, starring Brandon Lee that is too small for his boobs.

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An old woman that sat next to me with a peculiar neon blue bruise on her face asked me if I was hurting her leg. She said that ever since I sat down her leg had been hurting. I told her that it seemed like she was asking for it with her bad attitude and prodding questions. So what if I,m hurting your leg, bitch? You,re old and ugly and you,re sitting in a horrible bus station with a bunch of horrible people. You,d better expect somebody to cast a spell on you or infect you with something debilitating. She just told me to go to hell and walked to the other side of the room and told some fat slob sitting on the ground what had happened. He just sat with his big dumb mouth hanging open. He wasn,t interested.

I cooked instant mashed potatoes in the dirty microwave there and ate it out of a dirty pot with a dirty plastic spoon. At ten o'clock I walked over to the train station for a change of scenery. Upon exiting the bus depot I was overcome by some guy screaming into a cellular phone (which was probably just most of a deck of cards wrapped in electrical tape) ,,They dykes! They dykes! They goin, crazy! Dats why they trunin, homo. They dykes! The white man was right! He was right about dis!,, Of course, what he was saying is the truth. They are dykes and they are going crazy and turning homo. Thank God somebody finally had the guts to say it.