On my travels today I witnessed passion in all its blind oddity.
Two tramps were locked in a frantic lustful fervor as they ground down each other's face in a tatty bus shelter.
One stopped kissing only to let out a roar of incoherent guttural noise towards someone who mistakenly knocked them with his bag as he walked past.
The faces of the other passengers as they waiting in the Monday morning queue for their ride to arrive was priceless.
However, I think I was pulling the same face.
Sometimes the beauty of modern living is too much.
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