Sugar Milk

A NSFW Blog:

Writer. Researcher. Observer. Aspiring minimalist. Photographer. Music collector. Social Drinker. Sex enthusiast. Urban. Queer. Accepting. Public Transportation.
Spring and Autumn Memoir

Transit stanzas

I had a dream just now that there was a deeper bass line to Flying Lotus’ “Getting There” and it sent chills to my core.

I had on headphones so the chills were almost like the chills I get from the warm/cool combination I feel when someone is licking in my ear.

And before I knew it I was dozing. On the bus stop. And I’d stopped breathing. In ecstasy. And then the music pulled me. Showed me that this cuntshitass bus hadn’t showed yet.

I hate this whore of a bus.