Life's Rich Pageant
the extraordinary tales of ordinary bus journeys
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who am i?
we are but ghosts in the machine…
the ability to lip-read can be crowding…
misery loves company
i will smite you
prepare your anus
why take the bus when you can fly?
total eclipse of the heart
my search for my imaginary friend
the lady in the purple cloak
is public transport a privilege?
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