transportation.
the metro. You see a lot of different faces, and it’s interesting to see what people are carrying, wearing, etc. Sometimes i see who will meet my gaze, and who will hold it the longest. Sometimes there are people who smell delicious, and sometimes all i smell is pee and the lack of deodorant.
The weekend is drifting away, the afternoon threatening rain, and in the distance, storm clouds gather over the sea. A gale rises up and rattles the balcony doors, as the cat runs to hide under the bed. I stand looking out, imagining, disappointed, the plans that are now forestalled. I open the sliding door and pull closed the drapes, so that they swirl and lift in the breeze. Turning, I choose some acoustic Indian music, and it fills the open spaces of the house, harmonizing with the symphony of the gathering storm outside. In the kitchen, I set a deep cast iron skillet over the heat and sift fresh ground spices into the sizzling oil. The warm aromas of cumin, coriander and ginger permeate the air. I add onions and red lentils and leave the curry to simmer as I sit by the only fire I shall lit that summer and read aloud a story of a young Indian girl who was married and came to America and fell in love with her husband, as the cat, venturing out from under the bed, smuggles next to me on the sofa, and my husband brings me a glass of fine white wine.
The last time l saw her was on public transport. l think she was wearing skinny jeans and a halfway zipped up sweatshirt with some sort of tee under it. Sometimes l wish l could live in that moment forever. Sometimes l wish l ‘d never gotten on the bus.
transport is what moves people i around, i use transport every day to go to school and come back, i can go in my byciclye or my mom will ride me, it would be very good if everyone took public transport because then we would release less toxic gases to the atmosphere and i bet my friend called earth would be really happy.
when I transport to another dimension Im going to meet a friendly alien by the name of Fred. Fred doesnt know what he wants from me or from his life, i told him maybe he lackss someone special in his life. I then called up Sean and asked him to reach this dimension and bring a ladder. We used the ladder to go to another dimension where we met Wilma and then we brought her to Fred’s dimension and
transport is essential to the growth of the human spirit as well as it’s ingenuity. I for now don’t care about the transport as long as my destination is clear. It is the experience within the transportation that excites us.
transport to another dimension, beyond this earth, beyond this world. leaving all we know behind what can we find there, will it be an alternate reality of this one, or something we could only dream about in our wildest fantasies, where the unreal becomes real.
car
train
metro
bus
plane
boat
fish
seat belt
steering wheel
window
bumper stickers
baby on board
back seat
hi
hohohohoho
aisha
i dont know what else to write
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Transportation. Airplanes. Kind of Scary. Your ears pop and you have to rely on it’s sturdiness to keep you from falling to your death. If you were over an ocean you would never be found.
movement, delivery. transportation, transit authority. buses,cars,planes,trains. airports and bus stations. gas stations, bus drivers, airport security.
once upon a time in a world where stories never began like this there was a little girl who longed for something more somewhere to slip away where humanity and punctuation could never find her
Think about a train, a bus, all the people. Now your sweet little car, all lonesome waiting with welcoming privacy. Maybe a mini cooper. :) It sucks riding the sweaty bus when you could drive yourself.
i transport the transparent the lucid the real but unreal realities that surround me the dreams and the heartaches and heartbreaks i’ve witnessed over the years and the tears oh the tears that come with my job my job of transporting that which is too painful to transport on thy own
I was transported into the clouds a place where the sun couldn’t reach me I was alone but not scared just at peace light and calm but i plummeted back down it was only a tease I’m torn would I have rather never experience euphoria, now that this heavy world seems jaded? Or be glad to have had it while it lasted.
If I had a means to transort to another universe, I would do so in a heartbeat. My new universe would hopefully be a place filled with wonder and excitement. A place unfamiliar to violence, anger, hatred, jealousy, hunger, poverty, depression, starvation, or death. People, nature, God, love, happiness, joy, music, laughter, beauty, and kindness would be all around every person. No one would ever be sick, or alone, confused, unhappy, or afraid. People would put everyone else before themselves, love would flow like a great river from the hearts and mouths of them all. I can imagine this all in my mind, and if only this message could be seen, desired, appreciated, exaulted, treasured, protected and shared by each and every one of us, then life could really be changed forever. If we could all promote one another’s happiness before our own, imagine what we could be! To all be full of positivity. What a wonderfull world it would be!
Transport – it can be anything and anywhere. It could be a part of your dreams, an unfortunate part of your reality, your past, present, future… Where will it take you? Where will you take yourself?
how you get from one place to another, car, nike, bus, plane, horse and cart, old, old fashioned, penny farthing, plan, moving, movements, getting there, train, seat, brakes, accelerator, rocket ship, mars, moon landing
Push me
pull me
drag me to a life I shoud have
not this one that dogs me now
fly me
swim me
any mode will do
I am looking for that new tomorrow
the one that near the blue forever.
Go write one word when you want to. You dont like one worded texts and now one does anyways. They all suck because when you write a freakin’ paragraph and they reply with one word then you feel like crap. You’ll get mad and not reply back. Blah blah blah. I got moves like jagger.
Once they landed there was a transport system waiting. There always seemed to be transport waiting for them. And with that fact always being true, she seemed to reassure herself that what they did must have reason and purpose and be right if the path always seemed clear and available for them to travel. And so she went.
Transport me to the nearest remote island. Leave me in peace. Don’t let anyone find me. Let me start again and let me live in peace. Make sure you transport my computer with me and all of my books and cookbooks though. Make sure there is electricity and a beautiful big house all ready to move into.
Take me somewhere. Somewhere far far away. With nothing to distract me from what’s upsetting me. I want to be away from here. Away from everything that’s ever hurt me. I just want to see something new, something I’ve never seen before. And I can only do that by leaving.
I transport my heart to you and give you all that I am. I use flowers, birds, bees, anything of nature to transport me to you. I love all that you are and will transport this love with me to the grave.
transport sparks to mind the movie trainspotting, which i never saw because i think it’s by the same people who made snitch which i didn’t like. i’m not a big fan of stories about white guys doing white guy things. this makes people think i hate white guys. in truth, i’m bored by them.
She heard him talk about their relationship and instantly wanted to transport her heart anywhere to get away from it. She loved him, loved him more than she loved anything else and to hear him talk about his relationship, with someone that was not herself, made her want to vomit. She sighed and tried to get her heart to stop hurting, if even just for a second.
Upon transport, the souls glared down the bodies flushed against one another; a crowd of pale, lifeless, skin and rotting flesh; blood drained, face blank. They shrugged haughtily, uncaring. Fuck them worthless humans.
“Any time people eagerly board a transport, en masse, to get to a ‘promised land’ there’s bound to be trouble.” She said. “This isn’t charity. How about giving them a bunch of free tickets to come and go at their leisure. Anybody ever think of that?”
The car started but he didn’t know where to go. Why do I always do this, he thought, getting out and trying something new for a change. This is the trouble with me, he said out loud.
i was transported to another country and as time scrolls by, all i can imagine is what time has for me in the future. i’m afraifd of what life may bring but i’m sure i’ll be tansported to a great place wherere i’ll be hapy and accompanied by those i losve most. it’s amazing how technology can transport you from your bedroom in a hot summer day, to any place in the world. whether its outer space or someone’s chool recital, internet has a great capacity to help you travel.
Years ago, they used to say that by now, there would have been all sorts of technologies around, hovering cars, talking bunnies, transporting machines? I wonder what else they lied about. History? Science? Ourselves?
I use car as my primary transport. Public transport is not very good in our country, so having a car is necessary. Traffic is very pathetic. People here does not follow the rules.
She never did quite figure out how it was she was supposed to adjust. And it wasn’t as though her life had thrown her any big challenges or any overhauls of thought or lifestyle – but just the task of moving from one day to the next was baffling to her. How was she to transport was was yesterday, if yesterday no longer was?
nothing comes to mind..maybe the movie transporter. or a briefcase..now i see a man walking with a briefcase. he’s in a city, crowded and vivid colors everywhere. he’s hurrying. the crowds are bothering him…too much…too loud!! To much…everywhere.
transportation.
the metro. You see a lot of different faces, and it’s interesting to see what people are carrying, wearing, etc. Sometimes i see who will meet my gaze, and who will hold it the longest. Sometimes there are people who smell delicious, and sometimes all i smell is pee and the lack of deodorant.
The weekend is drifting away, the afternoon threatening rain, and in the distance, storm clouds gather over the sea. A gale rises up and rattles the balcony doors, as the cat runs to hide under the bed. I stand looking out, imagining, disappointed, the plans that are now forestalled. I open the sliding door and pull closed the drapes, so that they swirl and lift in the breeze. Turning, I choose some acoustic Indian music, and it fills the open spaces of the house, harmonizing with the symphony of the gathering storm outside. In the kitchen, I set a deep cast iron skillet over the heat and sift fresh ground spices into the sizzling oil. The warm aromas of cumin, coriander and ginger permeate the air. I add onions and red lentils and leave the curry to simmer as I sit by the only fire I shall lit that summer and read aloud a story of a young Indian girl who was married and came to America and fell in love with her husband, as the cat, venturing out from under the bed, smuggles next to me on the sofa, and my husband brings me a glass of fine white wine.
The last time l saw her was on public transport. l think she was wearing skinny jeans and a halfway zipped up sweatshirt with some sort of tee under it. Sometimes l wish l could live in that moment forever. Sometimes l wish l ‘d never gotten on the bus.
transport is what moves people i around, i use transport every day to go to school and come back, i can go in my byciclye or my mom will ride me, it would be very good if everyone took public transport because then we would release less toxic gases to the atmosphere and i bet my friend called earth would be really happy.
when I transport to another dimension Im going to meet a friendly alien by the name of Fred. Fred doesnt know what he wants from me or from his life, i told him maybe he lackss someone special in his life. I then called up Sean and asked him to reach this dimension and bring a ladder. We used the ladder to go to another dimension where we met Wilma and then we brought her to Fred’s dimension and
I transport myself to another place when I am in my pilates class, the relaxation, the breathing and stretching out, it’s blissful serenity.
transport is essential to the growth of the human spirit as well as it’s ingenuity. I for now don’t care about the transport as long as my destination is clear. It is the experience within the transportation that excites us.
transport to another dimension, beyond this earth, beyond this world. leaving all we know behind what can we find there, will it be an alternate reality of this one, or something we could only dream about in our wildest fantasies, where the unreal becomes real.
car
train
metro
bus
plane
boat
fish
seat belt
steering wheel
window
bumper stickers
baby on board
back seat
hi
hohohohoho
aisha
i dont know what else to write
][ta
toeatj
a
ar
r
a
g
Transportation. Airplanes. Kind of Scary. Your ears pop and you have to rely on it’s sturdiness to keep you from falling to your death. If you were over an ocean you would never be found.
movement, delivery. transportation, transit authority. buses,cars,planes,trains. airports and bus stations. gas stations, bus drivers, airport security.
once upon a time in a world where stories never began like this there was a little girl who longed for something more somewhere to slip away where humanity and punctuation could never find her
Think about a train, a bus, all the people. Now your sweet little car, all lonesome waiting with welcoming privacy. Maybe a mini cooper. :) It sucks riding the sweaty bus when you could drive yourself.
i transport the transparent the lucid the real but unreal realities that surround me the dreams and the heartaches and heartbreaks i’ve witnessed over the years and the tears oh the tears that come with my job my job of transporting that which is too painful to transport on thy own
I was transported into the clouds a place where the sun couldn’t reach me I was alone but not scared just at peace light and calm but i plummeted back down it was only a tease I’m torn would I have rather never experience euphoria, now that this heavy world seems jaded? Or be glad to have had it while it lasted.
If I had a means to transort to another universe, I would do so in a heartbeat. My new universe would hopefully be a place filled with wonder and excitement. A place unfamiliar to violence, anger, hatred, jealousy, hunger, poverty, depression, starvation, or death. People, nature, God, love, happiness, joy, music, laughter, beauty, and kindness would be all around every person. No one would ever be sick, or alone, confused, unhappy, or afraid. People would put everyone else before themselves, love would flow like a great river from the hearts and mouths of them all. I can imagine this all in my mind, and if only this message could be seen, desired, appreciated, exaulted, treasured, protected and shared by each and every one of us, then life could really be changed forever. If we could all promote one another’s happiness before our own, imagine what we could be! To all be full of positivity. What a wonderfull world it would be!
Transport – it can be anything and anywhere. It could be a part of your dreams, an unfortunate part of your reality, your past, present, future… Where will it take you? Where will you take yourself?
how you get from one place to another, car, nike, bus, plane, horse and cart, old, old fashioned, penny farthing, plan, moving, movements, getting there, train, seat, brakes, accelerator, rocket ship, mars, moon landing
Push me
pull me
drag me to a life I shoud have
not this one that dogs me now
fly me
swim me
any mode will do
I am looking for that new tomorrow
the one that near the blue forever.
Go write one word when you want to. You dont like one worded texts and now one does anyways. They all suck because when you write a freakin’ paragraph and they reply with one word then you feel like crap. You’ll get mad and not reply back. Blah blah blah. I got moves like jagger.
the best mode of transport is swimming. Except when you have to be dry when you get there.
Once they landed there was a transport system waiting. There always seemed to be transport waiting for them. And with that fact always being true, she seemed to reassure herself that what they did must have reason and purpose and be right if the path always seemed clear and available for them to travel. And so she went.
Transport me to the nearest remote island. Leave me in peace. Don’t let anyone find me. Let me start again and let me live in peace. Make sure you transport my computer with me and all of my books and cookbooks though. Make sure there is electricity and a beautiful big house all ready to move into.
Take me somewhere. Somewhere far far away. With nothing to distract me from what’s upsetting me. I want to be away from here. Away from everything that’s ever hurt me. I just want to see something new, something I’ve never seen before. And I can only do that by leaving.
I transport my heart to you and give you all that I am. I use flowers, birds, bees, anything of nature to transport me to you. I love all that you are and will transport this love with me to the grave.
transport sparks to mind the movie trainspotting, which i never saw because i think it’s by the same people who made snitch which i didn’t like. i’m not a big fan of stories about white guys doing white guy things. this makes people think i hate white guys. in truth, i’m bored by them.
She heard him talk about their relationship and instantly wanted to transport her heart anywhere to get away from it. She loved him, loved him more than she loved anything else and to hear him talk about his relationship, with someone that was not herself, made her want to vomit. She sighed and tried to get her heart to stop hurting, if even just for a second.
The transport truck was here. Its wheels had carved home in the dirt, and it wasn’t leaving. They never leave once they arrive.
Papa said the medicine comes in the transport truck. Joan says life comes in it.
Mama says hell comes.
Upon transport, the souls glared down the bodies flushed against one another; a crowd of pale, lifeless, skin and rotting flesh; blood drained, face blank. They shrugged haughtily, uncaring. Fuck them worthless humans.
Transport
“Any time people eagerly board a transport, en masse, to get to a ‘promised land’ there’s bound to be trouble.” She said. “This isn’t charity. How about giving them a bunch of free tickets to come and go at their leisure. Anybody ever think of that?”
The car started but he didn’t know where to go. Why do I always do this, he thought, getting out and trying something new for a change. This is the trouble with me, he said out loud.
i was transported to another country and as time scrolls by, all i can imagine is what time has for me in the future. i’m afraifd of what life may bring but i’m sure i’ll be tansported to a great place wherere i’ll be hapy and accompanied by those i losve most. it’s amazing how technology can transport you from your bedroom in a hot summer day, to any place in the world. whether its outer space or someone’s chool recital, internet has a great capacity to help you travel.
Years ago, they used to say that by now, there would have been all sorts of technologies around, hovering cars, talking bunnies, transporting machines? I wonder what else they lied about. History? Science? Ourselves?
powwy bow wowwy
boom kaboom shoom
-sounds of star wars
spaceship travel yeah!!!
Hihihihihiabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyznowiknowmyabcsnexttimewontyousingwithmehahahahahahaaaaahhhhhhomfgggggwhatamisupposedtowriteaboutsmh
I use car as my primary transport. Public transport is not very good in our country, so having a car is necessary. Traffic is very pathetic. People here does not follow the rules.
You transport me in ways that only the galaxies know. As fast as light, as dark as space and as brilliantly as the sun.
transportation
transport
to go
went
deliver
travel
move
move along
She never did quite figure out how it was she was supposed to adjust. And it wasn’t as though her life had thrown her any big challenges or any overhauls of thought or lifestyle – but just the task of moving from one day to the next was baffling to her. How was she to transport was was yesterday, if yesterday no longer was?
nothing comes to mind..maybe the movie transporter. or a briefcase..now i see a man walking with a briefcase. he’s in a city, crowded and vivid colors everywhere. he’s hurrying. the crowds are bothering him…too much…too loud!! To much…everywhere.