Take Off In Another City Bus

grotesque thoughts rumble up the attics of my grey cells heaving and sighing in prank they spring, jump and began to stank she was my co-mate in the episode and had the infection same both got in the act and twisted the facts victim was hapless like a bird in snare she cried and nostrils flared her urges ripened and she yearned for that face that had loved her dear with those handsome lines she looked at the twisted tale again tears began in rain he could not strand her thus and take off in another city bus.