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<•> BusBusNYC (A Live Love Bus App) •<>• if you made it this far, so fare one, be undressed with thyself and impressed as well, for thou joints me in holy matrimony upon a living map where our presences can meet in virtual real time as if eye new what that meant but that blue dot is where this body possessed can be located by the nearest satellite finger snaking down from the heavens to Cain mark my foreheads location, just like on Game of Thrones don't you desire me, or rather, the knowledge of mine whereabouts? the who of me, that very useful information, can best be seen moving crosstown on the M72, which is a mythological bus for in twenty years eye never seen it come, go, though all its stops clearly marked see me moving in fits and spurts of bursts of movement, leaping streets and avenues in a single unbounded, unstoppable superbus leap in a city of anonymity where all who walk it streets, ride the tides of its buses, all ask a single Job-like question, regardless of age, "I am desirable, do you want me?" eye say the ayes have it, no, this is not a great poem but! this live bus map app is the dating site ever created by geeky human cells alll this virtual meeting possibly leading to coitus with a stranger while Pandora serenades with perfect synchronicity, playing and plying us with Romance for a Violin and Orchestra in F Minor, a combination musical **** work of Dvorak-Mehta-Midori this bus app is the social media's most immediate, so meet me on the bus at Broadway and 86 Street where our metro cards can be merged and we will be recognized as a legal couple(ing) in the eyes of MTA, a multi-state agency and be bound in bustrimony (legally married when riding on a city bus, only) jeez, a crazy poem, not just, not a good one but a true tale from the one who rides the buses and only alights and delights with regaling tales and tellings of love sortie sorrow maybe tomorrow the busbusNYC app wil apply itself a smidgen better and let me love you even with a good under the hood bus poem but! someday we will, this, thy poet, who does desire youalone, will hijack you and a NYC bus, and visit the poets from India and the Great Northwest won't that be a fabulous poem!

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Jul 17, 2017

Jul 17, 2017 at 6:16 PM UTC

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BusBusNYC (A Live Love Bus App)

<•> BusBusNYC (A Live Love Bus App) •<>• if you made it this far, so fare one, be undressed with thyself and impressed as well, for thou joints me in holy matrimony upon a living map where our presences can meet in virtual real time as if eye new what that meant but that blue dot is where this body possessed can be located by the nearest satellite finger snaking down from the heavens to Cain mark my foreheads location, just like on Game of Thrones don't you desire me, or rather, the knowledge of mine whereabouts? the who of me, that very useful information, can best be seen moving crosstown on the M72, which is a mythological bus for in twenty years eye never seen it come, go, though all its stops clearly marked see me moving in fits and spurts of bursts of movement, leaping streets and avenues in a single unbounded, unstoppable superbus leap in a city of anonymity where all who walk it streets, ride the tides of its buses, all ask a single Job-like question, regardless of age, "I am desirable, do you want me?" eye say the ayes have it, no, this is not a great poem but! this live bus map app is the dating site ever created by geeky human cells alll this virtual meeting possibly leading to coitus with a stranger while Pandora serenades with perfect synchronicity, playing and plying us with Romance for a Violin and Orchestra in F Minor, a combination musical **** work of Dvorak-Mehta-Midori this bus app is the social media's most immediate, so meet me on the bus at Broadway and 86 Street where our metro cards can be merged and we will be recognized as a legal couple(ing) in the eyes of MTA, a multi-state agency and be bound in bustrimony (legally married when riding on a city bus, only) jeez, a crazy poem, not just, not a good one but a true tale from the one who rides the buses and only alights and delights with regaling tales and tellings of love sortie sorrow maybe tomorrow the busbusNYC app wil apply itself a smidgen better and let me love you even with a good under the hood bus poem but! someday we will, this, thy poet, who does desire youalone, will hijack you and a NYC bus, and visit the poets from India and the Great Northwest won't that be a fabulous poem!