when in st. petersburg the strangest thing
occurred -
            well, it wasn't so much strange
as a telling of russian hospitality -
well, it wasn't exactly a case of hospitality -
just your everyday authenticity of
the people...
russians actually had an uber "app."
before the anglosphere took to monitising
in on it...
             you can always catch an improptu
taxi ride from a stranger,
   you just ask whether they're going
in the same direction...
            you can't even begin to imagine
the loss of inhibition with strangers that
actually aren't a: ted bundy...
         uber impromptu - no app. -
just a hand outstretched in the city -
          it's urban hitchhiking -
               but you pay, out of courtesy -
no app. no dispute between cabbies or
these internet conglomerates -
           mind you, i did wake up early today,
drank some milk, ate some yogurt -
slumbered for a while,
was immersed in glee anticipating scotland
beating australia at rugby...
the first red card, send off for an aussie
jaw-breaking tackle of the shoulder slammed
against the face...
                   still...
                                 russian uber...
who would have thought that some people
actually have an ****** tendency to help
unassuming strangers, and require
no technological extension that demodifies
them from **** deus to **** techno -
                  far beyond the incarnate sapiens -
it seems that in st. petersburg everyone is
a part-time taxi driver,
                                   on the spot,
out of the blue, immediately, un-repentant -
no contract other than the unspoken
social norm; nice to see people so
meshed up, immersed in each other -
          people talking to each other,
rather than in twitter-twatter sphere of
talking, yes, but rather talking
       at each other.