She scuffed the edge of her sneakers, formerly white but now worn grayish-brown, along the dusty floor of the station as she glowered through the murky darkness. The man in the corner cat-called to her and the graffiti on the other side of the tracks advised her to “gohomecountrykid,” and though she was rammed by the elbows of a faceless crowd, she stood still and waited through it all for the headlights of the underground-metal-tube.
When she heard the sound of it coming, the snaking, doorcreaking sound, she jumped.
subways are scary. i don’t understand how they work, although it should make sense. it’s obvioius right? linear? duh. but there’s so much that is non linear about them. crowded, people on your path, you’re in the way, its cramped, its crowded loud, it echos.
new york crowded. shakey transportation. i loved the subway when we were in NYC. i even could sleep in it. i hated how sometimes you had no personal bubble. it was mildly uncomfortabble. i
The first time I went to New York, I wanted to ride the subway. But after seeing a man knifed to death right in front me, I’m not sure that it’s something I would want to repeat.
Oh that giant snaking earthworm of humanly delights! Of dirt, grime, filth. Of putrid smells invading the nostrils like rapid pirates raping your treasure chest. Oh the drunken songs, the weirdness, the normality, the daily grind, the schizophrenia, all the glitter and gloom, all together in one convenient place.
Subway eat fresh. They always have the best subs around town and it is amazing. They taste so good. The lettuce is so fresh and crisp. I love banana peppers on the sub too.
A subway is a dirty train underground that’s full of death. Adventure novels often have exciting chase scenes in these, and Aqua from the Cheetah Girls reconciles with Galleria after taking the subway to save Toto from the manhole.
It was in the subway that it happened. Unknown to everyone. The pain that shot through him, beginning from his toes, bubbling up until it consumed him entirely. That was the moment he was ripped away.
gross smelly vile mode of transportation, how I loathe you. Never trust anything that can slime through a tunnel as smooth as you. urine stained trails as you go. even above ground I can smell your stench.
the subway is an underground network of trains, most common in large cities.
Subway is also the name of a chain sandwich store which promotes healthy eating by offering a range of low-fat and low-carb options to people on the go.
Is dark and cold with lots of people moving and thinking. People are on their way to somewhere and tired from there day at work and are happy to be going home. The subway is essential and needed by all these people.
It was a cold night and the woman was tired. She knew she needed to get home to see her children, but it had been a long night and she really wanted a rest.
“I’ll take the subway home instead of walking,” she told herself. “It’ll cost more than walking but then I can get home and sleep!”
All was going to plan until she heard a scratching
The subway was packed with Americans. I moved into the confusion to secure a seat. A rich woman with a poodle jumped on board. “I want a seat please. Me and my pet must sit down. I am 76”. The passengers parted like the red sea. Suddenly a seat appeared from nowhere and the lady quickly sat down with her precious poodle. “Thank you very much”.
subway. i’ve only ever taken the nyc city subway once, it was one of the best times of my life. it was spring break sophomore year of college with my two best friends in brooklyn. fuck i wish i could go back to when we were that close…i’m in australia now, laura’s in bmore, mike’s here in australia too but we could be millions of miles away and it would be the same.
subway. everytime i think of subway i think of the sandwich. obviously i don’t live in america. but then again…when i think of subway sandwiches..i can’t help but think of fat people. well, fat people trying to be thin. that makes me think of america. i think america is taking over through sandwiches and secret underground tunnels called subways.
Eat fresh! Hah! He left street level to access the subway, muttering to himself about the homeless, the stench of the city, the heat, the traffic, and the cool swish of wind accompanying the train as it screeched to a stop in front of him.
When I ride below the surface, I feel like Totoro. The underworld calls to me as I travel faster into this spiraling vortex with no evidence of an ending. There are dark things ahead. Photon rays shrink me down until I am but a mere passenger in eternity.
I HAVE EATEN AT SUB WAY THIS MORNING. BACON ROLL WITH EGG. I THEN HAD A GLASS OF JUICE. 2.40 FOR A CAN OF JUICE? YOU SERIOUS? I THAN LEFT ASND BEGAN TO STUDY FOR EXAMS. THIS IS THE LIFE
I have never been on a subway, but if I had to be on a subway I would want it to be one in new york. I have never been to new york either. So I guess those two things would go well together. Two firsts, one stone.
I want to have enough money to take the trip to go to a subway.
One thing I’ve always wanted to do is ride the NYC subway. I have ridden the one in Washington D.C. but I don’t think it’s the same. I like subway sandwiches too.
a new place. underground. i don’t know where i’m going but i’ve finally hit the bottom, trying to get to the top. Dark and humid and noisy and crowded. Where and when is still a mystery but there is still opportunity. Not as good as flying but it still gets me there.
i stand, unmoving
like a period at the end of a sentence
i am common, but somehow misplaced
somehow, in this world of hustle and bustle i have fallen off
fallen off the marry go-round of life and into the dusty street.
when will i learn to shake off my mistakes?
It reminds me of when I was six and saw the underground in London… we did most of our travelling in London by foot or subway. I remember my parents nearly falling asleep, and my sisters panicking and trying to make sure they got off at the right stop.
Down, below the streets, flurry, people flowing through and past and by, going to destinations, or nowhere, or both, avoiding each other, but so, so close, public private
Subway make sandwiches. I’ve never had a Subway. but it always smells good when I walk past. But in America they must get confused between Subway the sandwich and THE subway, where they walk. I’ve never been to America, but my father lived there for a bit. I wonder if he ate Subway on the subway?
there was a place i used to skateboard when i was younger. we all called the the subway. it was in fact a large subway. i have so many memories there. good ones and painful ones. i miss that place. i miss skateboarding.
Trains moving under group. Fast, cheap, loud. No other way to travel in dense cities. Mass transit is cheap and some what green. Like mole highways. Tunnels like those through time and space.
Dirty. Rats. Hot. Cold. Deep underground. Mind the Gap in London, mind the bums in NYC.
She scuffed the edge of her sneakers, formerly white but now worn grayish-brown, along the dusty floor of the station as she glowered through the murky darkness. The man in the corner cat-called to her and the graffiti on the other side of the tracks advised her to “gohomecountrykid,” and though she was rammed by the elbows of a faceless crowd, she stood still and waited through it all for the headlights of the underground-metal-tube.
When she heard the sound of it coming, the snaking, doorcreaking sound, she jumped.
subways are scary. i don’t understand how they work, although it should make sense. it’s obvioius right? linear? duh. but there’s so much that is non linear about them. crowded, people on your path, you’re in the way, its cramped, its crowded loud, it echos.
Crowded and smelly.
new york crowded. shakey transportation. i loved the subway when we were in NYC. i even could sleep in it. i hated how sometimes you had no personal bubble. it was mildly uncomfortabble. i
The first time I went to New York, I wanted to ride the subway. But after seeing a man knifed to death right in front me, I’m not sure that it’s something I would want to repeat.
(P.S. I’ve never been to New York.)
Darkness. Absent-minded people not caring about anything else then what they’ll eat for dinner this evening.
Oh that giant snaking earthworm of humanly delights! Of dirt, grime, filth. Of putrid smells invading the nostrils like rapid pirates raping your treasure chest. Oh the drunken songs, the weirdness, the normality, the daily grind, the schizophrenia, all the glitter and gloom, all together in one convenient place.
is under the ground and this is good. it makes no sence otherwise. and its getting red… should stop now i guess
Booming lights. Flashing blurs. Communicating whispers. All of which was the environment of my current work habitat.
Nobody likes being the Subway ticket-eer. A failed high school ambition, one would say.
I tend to disagree. You see, whenever I stamp a ticket, I get the privilege of knowing where everyone is going at anytime.
It makes planting suitcases all the more fun.
Subway eat fresh. They always have the best subs around town and it is amazing. They taste so good. The lettuce is so fresh and crisp. I love banana peppers on the sub too.
A subway is a dirty train underground that’s full of death. Adventure novels often have exciting chase scenes in these, and Aqua from the Cheetah Girls reconciles with Galleria after taking the subway to save Toto from the manhole.
It was in the subway that it happened. Unknown to everyone. The pain that shot through him, beginning from his toes, bubbling up until it consumed him entirely. That was the moment he was ripped away.
ZOOM! I hear the subway cars race past me. I’m not sure I’ll go through with it.
ZOOM! There goes the second line of cars. I want to tell her I love her but I can’t. I do it. I take m-
ZOOM!
gross smelly vile mode of transportation, how I loathe you. Never trust anything that can slime through a tunnel as smooth as you. urine stained trails as you go. even above ground I can smell your stench.
the subway is an underground network of trains, most common in large cities.
Subway is also the name of a chain sandwich store which promotes healthy eating by offering a range of low-fat and low-carb options to people on the go.
Dark .. the tracks bend off into the distance. but closer there’s a man Edger mitchel. in the qiet he works
Is dark and cold with lots of people moving and thinking. People are on their way to somewhere and tired from there day at work and are happy to be going home. The subway is essential and needed by all these people.
It was a cold night and the woman was tired. She knew she needed to get home to see her children, but it had been a long night and she really wanted a rest.
“I’ll take the subway home instead of walking,” she told herself. “It’ll cost more than walking but then I can get home and sleep!”
All was going to plan until she heard a scratching
The subway was packed with Americans. I moved into the confusion to secure a seat. A rich woman with a poodle jumped on board. “I want a seat please. Me and my pet must sit down. I am 76”. The passengers parted like the red sea. Suddenly a seat appeared from nowhere and the lady quickly sat down with her precious poodle. “Thank you very much”.
subway. i’ve only ever taken the nyc city subway once, it was one of the best times of my life. it was spring break sophomore year of college with my two best friends in brooklyn. fuck i wish i could go back to when we were that close…i’m in australia now, laura’s in bmore, mike’s here in australia too but we could be millions of miles away and it would be the same.
subway. everytime i think of subway i think of the sandwich. obviously i don’t live in america. but then again…when i think of subway sandwiches..i can’t help but think of fat people. well, fat people trying to be thin. that makes me think of america. i think america is taking over through sandwiches and secret underground tunnels called subways.
Eat fresh! Hah! He left street level to access the subway, muttering to himself about the homeless, the stench of the city, the heat, the traffic, and the cool swish of wind accompanying the train as it screeched to a stop in front of him.
The sandwich filled me, enthralled me, filled me with absolute bliss.
It was the best goddamn sub I’d ever eaten.
It tasted horrible- it was who MADE it.
That girl…
When I ride below the surface, I feel like Totoro. The underworld calls to me as I travel faster into this spiraling vortex with no evidence of an ending. There are dark things ahead. Photon rays shrink me down until I am but a mere passenger in eternity.
I HAVE EATEN AT SUB WAY THIS MORNING. BACON ROLL WITH EGG. I THEN HAD A GLASS OF JUICE. 2.40 FOR A CAN OF JUICE? YOU SERIOUS? I THAN LEFT ASND BEGAN TO STUDY FOR EXAMS. THIS IS THE LIFE
train.
When i think of subways, i picture my daily commute to the city, packed with people, yet boring in nature.
I have never been on a subway, but if I had to be on a subway I would want it to be one in new york. I have never been to new york either. So I guess those two things would go well together. Two firsts, one stone.
I want to have enough money to take the trip to go to a subway.
A second pathway under the existing road. Main, busy roads have subways facilitating traffic and pedestrians gain from them.
One thing I’ve always wanted to do is ride the NYC subway. I have ridden the one in Washington D.C. but I don’t think it’s the same. I like subway sandwiches too.
a new place. underground. i don’t know where i’m going but i’ve finally hit the bottom, trying to get to the top. Dark and humid and noisy and crowded. Where and when is still a mystery but there is still opportunity. Not as good as flying but it still gets me there.
i stand, unmoving
like a period at the end of a sentence
i am common, but somehow misplaced
somehow, in this world of hustle and bustle i have fallen off
fallen off the marry go-round of life and into the dusty street.
when will i learn to shake off my mistakes?
underground passages tunneling through earth transportation speeding magnotetic propulsion guests traveling echo noise metal
It reminds me of when I was six and saw the underground in London… we did most of our travelling in London by foot or subway. I remember my parents nearly falling asleep, and my sisters panicking and trying to make sure they got off at the right stop.
Down, below the streets, flurry, people flowing through and past and by, going to destinations, or nowhere, or both, avoiding each other, but so, so close, public private
Subway make sandwiches. I’ve never had a Subway. but it always smells good when I walk past. But in America they must get confused between Subway the sandwich and THE subway, where they walk. I’ve never been to America, but my father lived there for a bit. I wonder if he ate Subway on the subway?
there was a place i used to skateboard when i was younger. we all called the the subway. it was in fact a large subway. i have so many memories there. good ones and painful ones. i miss that place. i miss skateboarding.
food, subway is the best sandwich shop i know :)))
Trains moving under group. Fast, cheap, loud. No other way to travel in dense cities. Mass transit is cheap and some what green. Like mole highways. Tunnels like those through time and space.