On the bus is a lady in silver sequin scarf and gold painted nails. She is having angry conversations with unknown subjects.
I am having conversations with you. Through a telephone unconnected to reality.
Where are we?
She gets off with an empty twin cart. I am thinking it is fortunate that she is carrying bottles, not children.
CHRISTINA'S Random thoughts on random subjects at random times. May contain traits of dirt and gravel.
