Here’s something I do that you might either find repulsive or amusing or it’s something that you do too. So sometimes I’ll fart and I’ll try to grab the fart and then put my hand near my face to see if I got any of it. I don’t know, but farts are terrible, and terribly interesting to smell. I am curious. Am I a deviant? heh… (sigh) don’t look at me.
On the bus, Grace Paley
Published February 25, 2008 MiscellaneousTags: bus, grace paley, mta, new york bus, new york city bus, NYC, quarrel























Sometimes my farts have invisible chains that connect the fart to my arse and drag them around behind me. So they’re hard to get away from in public places, which can be perilous in formal situations.
Sometimes my farts are like timed mines, that I can dispatch, move away from unnoticed and like three seconds later they cause havoc, much to my amusement when people are pissing me off.
I guess I just happen to feel it’s a gift I shouldn’t waste, you know?
Lovely lovely words (small gasp, tear…)
It’s a touching subject.