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May 2018
last time i checked,
           the only time i used
a mobile phone,
      was on a bus
    telling someone i was
going to be 15 minutes late...
or... otherwise receiving
a call, telling someone
that i was stuck
in traffic, and was going
to be 15 minutes late...
after a while i stopped
using the bus and
walked, as a woman might
spend an hour
pampering herself:
(however that Eric Clapton
song gpes)...
   having a beer or two
along the way...
    sometimes catching a sunset...
technically speaking i'm
ten years behind
every 30+ year old...
or... 25 years ahead...
    hell...
    whatever a mobile
app. for casual encounters...
etc.,
    luckily i know a little
bit about brothels...
        but making
conversation  on the phone
on the bus,
always seemed like
a waste of public space...
   given there were always
15 minus involved...
oddly enough,
  Internet access is still
   an artifact of having used
a 3½ inch floppy disk...
   and dialing a number
   via the modem...
           hence no mobile
internet access...
                 and all of this,
means as much, as a **** in
a wind, to be honest;
   as all attempts,
to put in the back of my mind...
a teasing constipation,
and no, immediate,
          laxative relief.
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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