Portland in the rain is a way to transport your sport from port to quay. All the way to L.A., where L.A. (LaMarcus Aldridge, eh) plays and makes it rain all day and transports the Blazers way into the playoffs.
I hopped up into the cab of the big red transport, lugging my army bag behind me.
“Where you headed?” asked the lean, gruff looking driver.
“East” I said. “anywhere east”
That was all I Had to follow her.
its like going from somewhere to another place. nothing to do except join the ride, all about letting it flow. I like that, going somewhere, being on path, having a destination. Perhaps there’ll be some better ways of transportation in the future, I hope they will continue to develope the ways anyway. From here to there, yeah, man.
It was a large craft, well equipped for carrying cargo. Unfortunately, it’s current load was not exactly cargo, and was far from pleased with the exceedingly adequate cargo accommodations. Worse, the nature of what the craft was transporting meant that it was now drawing fire it was never equipped to deal with.
she hungered to be able to transport back into powerful girl,;big breats,skimmy suit,aside,she could fly,was virtually bullet proof,heat vision.now,her fingers and her knees and feet hurt.She was freezing cold..and there..omg…a humongous tressle.how was she going to cross that?
The truck rattled it’s way over the misshaped dirt path, still covered in puddles from the rain. A landslide had blocked the shortcut to the road, but the driver didn’t even consider crossing it. His intentions were decidedly less innocent.
There was one word above the machine. Transport, it said. Transport to what? Alternate worlds? Different times?
“Anywhere you want to go, son,” the master of it said. Tom looked at him in confusion. Could this guy read minds too?
“You could say that.”
“Where’s it going to take me?” Tom asked warily. There was no way of deciding for yourself.
“Wherever you need it to.”
She could transport the children to a place they had never seen before where everything grew dark and hushed before lights sprang in colored dots dancing all together in one bright image that moved endlessly to the music of the stars.
The transport was full. I missed my chance to get out. I feared there wouldn’t be another one. It was my last chance to save me and my family. Quickly my eyes darted back in forth. That is when I saw it, my chance it was just
pack up all your things and all your love and all your life and move it all away.
or leave it all behind.
tires squealing, feet pounding, pavement screaming for mercy.
point a isn’t the end, and neither is point b.
it’s all about the transportation.
Public transport was always a problem here. She wondered whether it was worth hanging round on the offchance of a bus turning up or start hitch-hiking. It was getting dark.
I was on a transport going to mars about a year ago. The people sitting next to me were all tense as we all knew our fate. Looking outside the window we could see the colony approaching fast…
Take me somewhere, anywhere that isn’t under this roof. I remember the ambulance, the broken phone, the caterpillar that no one forgot because no one noticed. I wrote and I wrote and I wrote but where was I in the end? Where did I go? My dreams fly me away on their wings, and for a few forgettable moments, I am a ghost in an inconsequential universe.
Looking into the kaleidoscope, she found herself transported back to her childhood, swirling back in time as the colorful stones and pieces of glass assembled and reassembled themselves into ever changing patterns, until she was five again, standing in the middle of her grandmother’s garden, a little girl marveling at the wonders of the world encapsulated in such a simple object.
I would like to transport myself to somewhere different. Somewhere with no school, no drama, no structure. I’d like to live in an apartment filled with books and drink tea all day long. I would like to transport myself there.
I am transported to a land of freedom and love. A freedom and love that are not won cheaply. Truly, they are won with great hardship and pain. That is what makes it so perfect.
Es geht von A nach B. Und von X nach Y. Mit dem großen Truck. Nichts besonderes. Mal Autoreifen, mal Mehlsäcke, eingeschweißt in dicke Plastikfolie. Papier habe ich auch schon mal transportiert und noch nie Bücher. Dänemark-Italien. Frankreich-Polen …
Is there any form of transportation that can bring me right back to you in the blink of an eye? As fast as a rocket can travel, it cannot bring me any closer to you. On my way to you, you are drifting farther and farther away, and no matter how fast I zoom, you are always out of reach. Like a speck of dust.
Take me away from all of this. Transport me to a place far, far away. Somewhere beautiful that defies logic. Sweeps all who see it off their feet and spoils them for any other existance. Let’s go…let’s go now…
buses trains aeroplanes. Trains are my favourite, being able to stretch my legs. The whir and clack and swoosh and images blurring and melding through the window. I loved the old ones when you could keep the window open. So many memories from trains; so many things have happened to me on them.
transport. she wishes she could just transport herself away. to anywhere. to the desert. to the ocean. to the hills. across the country. across the world. away from this. transporting anywhere
Distillation of fine figured products. With wrapping, labels, invoices, paper cuts and packaging that lasts miles. Clipboards decorating doldrums of weekly inventories. Living less.
i like it when i transport to another world when i dream
it makes me think of the future because there will be faster transportation in the future
it also reminds me of teleporting…i get the difference but in my mind they are the same.
Auto Bus fahren Führerschein Zug Straße Beweglichkeit Bewegung Umweltverschmutzung Diesel Benzin lernen theoretisch praktisch Fahrlehrer toll praktisch sinnvoll n
Oh what it would be to transport a broken heart, a broken mind, a broken self and yet see at the end that none of the cargo were broken but merely shifted ajar and rustled about a bit. To transport that which you hold most dear you must do it with care. Like as when you write. -End.
I went down to the train station to watch the business of the day, just for something to do. And when the train came in, it had a big cargo car with an Elephant in transport.
I love to be transported from one world to the Other. I believe the concept of transcendence is why I remained Christian for so long. But the mystic in me found a more universal experience — and was transported from one paradigm to the next.
transporting your fish to market can get stinky and cold. Lets all stop eating nasty fish and just eat cows. I hate transportation services they don’t really serve you they just end up making you want to explode their brains and cry for curry flavors bean snacks.
She felt hemmed in. There was no public transport. No way for her to get out of the neighborhood. It was a nice neighborhood but even Mr Rodger’s had to leave his place occasionally. She wanted more. She wanted a life returned.
Troop transport.
Transportation ray.
Teleport.
Portland in the rain is a way to transport your sport from port to quay. All the way to L.A., where L.A. (LaMarcus Aldridge, eh) plays and makes it rain all day and transports the Blazers way into the playoffs.
I hopped up into the cab of the big red transport, lugging my army bag behind me.
“Where you headed?” asked the lean, gruff looking driver.
“East” I said. “anywhere east”
That was all I Had to follow her.
its like going from somewhere to another place. nothing to do except join the ride, all about letting it flow. I like that, going somewhere, being on path, having a destination. Perhaps there’ll be some better ways of transportation in the future, I hope they will continue to develope the ways anyway. From here to there, yeah, man.
It was a large craft, well equipped for carrying cargo. Unfortunately, it’s current load was not exactly cargo, and was far from pleased with the exceedingly adequate cargo accommodations. Worse, the nature of what the craft was transporting meant that it was now drawing fire it was never equipped to deal with.
she hungered to be able to transport back into powerful girl,;big breats,skimmy suit,aside,she could fly,was virtually bullet proof,heat vision.now,her fingers and her knees and feet hurt.She was freezing cold..and there..omg…a humongous tressle.how was she going to cross that?
The truck rattled it’s way over the misshaped dirt path, still covered in puddles from the rain. A landslide had blocked the shortcut to the road, but the driver didn’t even consider crossing it. His intentions were decidedly less innocent.
There was one word above the machine. Transport, it said. Transport to what? Alternate worlds? Different times?
“Anywhere you want to go, son,” the master of it said. Tom looked at him in confusion. Could this guy read minds too?
“You could say that.”
“Where’s it going to take me?” Tom asked warily. There was no way of deciding for yourself.
“Wherever you need it to.”
She could transport the children to a place they had never seen before where everything grew dark and hushed before lights sprang in colored dots dancing all together in one bright image that moved endlessly to the music of the stars.
The transport was full. I missed my chance to get out. I feared there wouldn’t be another one. It was my last chance to save me and my family. Quickly my eyes darted back in forth. That is when I saw it, my chance it was just
pack up all your things and all your love and all your life and move it all away.
or leave it all behind.
tires squealing, feet pounding, pavement screaming for mercy.
point a isn’t the end, and neither is point b.
it’s all about the transportation.
when you take one thing to another place.
Public transport was always a problem here. She wondered whether it was worth hanging round on the offchance of a bus turning up or start hitch-hiking. It was getting dark.
I was on a transport going to mars about a year ago. The people sitting next to me were all tense as we all knew our fate. Looking outside the window we could see the colony approaching fast…
Someone coughs…
Someone cries….
We arrive….
Take me somewhere, anywhere that isn’t under this roof. I remember the ambulance, the broken phone, the caterpillar that no one forgot because no one noticed. I wrote and I wrote and I wrote but where was I in the end? Where did I go? My dreams fly me away on their wings, and for a few forgettable moments, I am a ghost in an inconsequential universe.
December 1st, 2010. 4:27pm.
Looking into the kaleidoscope, she found herself transported back to her childhood, swirling back in time as the colorful stones and pieces of glass assembled and reassembled themselves into ever changing patterns, until she was five again, standing in the middle of her grandmother’s garden, a little girl marveling at the wonders of the world encapsulated in such a simple object.
GET BACK TO ZEE CHOPPAH.
I would like to transport myself to somewhere different. Somewhere with no school, no drama, no structure. I’d like to live in an apartment filled with books and drink tea all day long. I would like to transport myself there.
I am transported to a land of freedom and love. A freedom and love that are not won cheaply. Truly, they are won with great hardship and pain. That is what makes it so perfect.
can you bring these boxes to the ship please thank you.
The small pod whizzed down the tube it was encased in with a quiet, peaceful humming. Emily was thrust against her seat as the pod accelerated ,
going somewhere. getting from one place to another. displacement in space.
Es geht von A nach B. Und von X nach Y. Mit dem großen Truck. Nichts besonderes. Mal Autoreifen, mal Mehlsäcke, eingeschweißt in dicke Plastikfolie. Papier habe ich auch schon mal transportiert und noch nie Bücher. Dänemark-Italien. Frankreich-Polen …
Is there any form of transportation that can bring me right back to you in the blink of an eye? As fast as a rocket can travel, it cannot bring me any closer to you. On my way to you, you are drifting farther and farther away, and no matter how fast I zoom, you are always out of reach. Like a speck of dust.
to work to the store to the school planes would be nice but are costly to travel by
transporting a boat would be wonderful a cruise
Take me away from all of this. Transport me to a place far, far away. Somewhere beautiful that defies logic. Sweeps all who see it off their feet and spoils them for any other existance. Let’s go…let’s go now…
buses trains aeroplanes. Trains are my favourite, being able to stretch my legs. The whir and clack and swoosh and images blurring and melding through the window. I loved the old ones when you could keep the window open. So many memories from trains; so many things have happened to me on them.
through space, through time, through the downtown city streets, my gifts, your letters, my love, cargo.
bus, airplane, fast.Everyone needs it.It’s part of our life.Car, my red and beautiful car.Means of transport.Everyware.
transport. she wishes she could just transport herself away. to anywhere. to the desert. to the ocean. to the hills. across the country. across the world. away from this. transporting anywhere
Distillation of fine figured products. With wrapping, labels, invoices, paper cuts and packaging that lasts miles. Clipboards decorating doldrums of weekly inventories. Living less.
i like it when i transport to another world when i dream
it makes me think of the future because there will be faster transportation in the future
it also reminds me of teleporting…i get the difference but in my mind they are the same.
Auto Bus fahren Führerschein Zug Straße Beweglichkeit Bewegung Umweltverschmutzung Diesel Benzin lernen theoretisch praktisch Fahrlehrer toll praktisch sinnvoll n
Oh what it would be to transport a broken heart, a broken mind, a broken self and yet see at the end that none of the cargo were broken but merely shifted ajar and rustled about a bit. To transport that which you hold most dear you must do it with care. Like as when you write. -End.
not working at present!
Portkeys weren’t supposed to work like this. They weren’t supposed to take you through time and they DEFINITELY weren’t supposed to splinch you.
I searched for my wand, trying to ignore the throbbing in my wrist as I watched three blurred figures make their way toward me.
I went down to the train station to watch the business of the day, just for something to do. And when the train came in, it had a big cargo car with an Elephant in transport.
I love to be transported from one world to the Other. I believe the concept of transcendence is why I remained Christian for so long. But the mystic in me found a more universal experience — and was transported from one paradigm to the next.
transporting your fish to market can get stinky and cold. Lets all stop eating nasty fish and just eat cows. I hate transportation services they don’t really serve you they just end up making you want to explode their brains and cry for curry flavors bean snacks.
well you trans port to any thing
She felt hemmed in. There was no public transport. No way for her to get out of the neighborhood. It was a nice neighborhood but even Mr Rodger’s had to leave his place occasionally. She wanted more. She wanted a life returned.