the dance we never wanted to attend, but still got wholly enthralled and lost in. we were all beautiful, well dressed and fabulous. but our smiles held deep feelings of longing.
The limo I used to dream of. I went to the window to look for it, stood to the side a bit, moved the curtain just enough to peek out. My face was suffocating under layers of makeup. My body was rigid and itchy under dress clothes and nylons. And my feet hurt already in heels. Even worse, I realized over the years I’d become too forlorn to inhabit grandiosity.
the limo sat in a desolate lot
no one strolled by as they were all at rest
the drunken friends poured out as the light faded to dusk and dawn again
the lone limo sat there all through the night
I wanted to ride in the sleek black limo last night but I was too scared of what lay inside. There was a moon roof, but how would I escape, speeding down busy night streets of the city, with nothing to hang on to but a dream. Maybe I was setting myself up for a fall anyway, thinking I could ever aspire to this kind of lifestyle.
i like to drive and i like to be driven in a limo. the first time was at my sisters wedding and the chauffeur was english with an awesome accent. i really like the mini bars they have and I enjoy the comfortable seats but I haven’t been in too many of them i guess.
something I’d love to ride in , one day , i’ll be famous riding in one of these … all for me man. I step out , people cheer my name – they love me. My heels click methodically on the pavement as I walk away from it . This is the life.
I’m sorry doesn’t mean anything if you aren’t willing to change anything. I desperately wanted this to work, I still do. I just wonder if I want it to because I want you or because I wanted this to be it, the big one.
I didn’t want a limo to prom – no, I wanted a tractor. Basically the total opposite. I don’t need expensive, what-everybody’s-got, type of things to be happy. I need variety, imperfection, uniqueness, and the only things I want, are the things I really need.
limosines lemons lime I almost laughed at the girl who said that she liked lemons, didn’t she know what that meant? I’ve never actually seen someone arrive in a limo– classic trope used in TV and drama to represent wealth but how annoying would it be to get stuck in traffic with that? Has anyone damanged a limo by smoking? I have never rode in a limo before…
Limo’s are fun to ride in. Sometimes they are long, and sometimes they are not. Most of the time, limo’s are either black or white. Sometimes they carry famous people.
a limo was parked in front of a limousine but the man inside was full of laughter so he couldn’t escape the beast of fortuity inside. the next piece of ass walking by glanced at him and said you are a piece of shit. just lift your belly off the ground and you’ll fly away like a goddamn bird off a wire. you laughing stock of nothing.
I lept into the limo and told the driver to drive, he asked about my date. I said, “she’s dead, and so will we be if you don’t hit it.” Eddie the driver was in no mood to die that day, so he tore down the side walk, pedestrians leaping out of the way.
I’ve ridding in a limo only once in my life and that was for my friend Adam’s birthday in the 8th grade. We went to a skating rink and I didn’t know how to skate. It was not bad. Sometimes I think it’d be hilarious to own a limo and drive it around as a joke. Cruising.
This reminds me of prom night. Or maybe a wedding. A fun, festive occasion. Drinking champagne and driving around Chicago at night, with some of your closest friends. Just enjoying life for what it’s worth.
He had never ridden in a limo before but he really wanted to impress the beautiful girl who had consented to go to the prom with him. The limo was cool, very elegant, with a fully stocked bar. She seemed totally impressed and he was happy. But tried not to think about the cost.
They remind me of California and all the famous people. Sometimes people ride them to prom and stuff but it’s mostly for famous people. Famous people can be really abnoxious and think that they’re better than everyone else. But in reality, they’re not really different at all. Except that, hopefully, they have an incredible talent.
The girl rode the limo to the concert.She was rich and beautiful. Her hair was long and golden. She was lovely and everyone wanted to have her as their wife. She was the girl of everyone’s dreams. Not only that, she was almost perfect. She loved everyone and everyone loved her. She invited the poor and the rich into her limo. Her limo was a symbolism of her strength and kindness. The girl and her limo shined in front of the concert premiere.
I rode in a limo in 3rd grade. Some kid had a surprise party and his mom invited everyone in the class. We went to jumping jacks, which is a place that has a lot of bounce houses just sitting in a warehouse type thing.
limo ? when i think of limo i think of prom night, how we didnt get to have one , but my sister did and i really wish i rode with her, i love her. but thats all i can think about about limo. hahaha !!
on family vacations we used to take limos to and from the airports. we felt like royalty and everybody outside would look to see if we were somebody important. how disappointed they must have been when we all got out, ha-ha!
The first time I rode in a limo, I was on my way to a dance with a boy I thought I loved. As the fates would have it, I didn’t love him…or the following lovers I took. Which kind of sucks, but it’s ok. I’m young yet.
Prom. We got dolled up in our fancy, shiny dresses, most of us chose long ones for the elegance because it was senior prom. Our dates all cleaned up in their tuxes show up with the boxes of flowers in their hand. We hold out our wrists and accept the flowers, mess with the pin of the boutonniere for 10 minutes trying not to stab our dates and also trying to secure the flowers. We pose for the pictures, so many of them. Single ones, with our dates, group ones. Ones by the limo. We’re so excited to be riding a limo, like all the rich people and celebrities do.
Oh, it was in the back seat. So far from the capped head. And in the end it amounted to nothing. Even the playstation sucked. As did the wedding. At least I got that bachelor party though. And the strippers smelled of coconuts. Or something sweet.
I road in a limo twice in my life. The first time for a funeral and the second time for a wedding. Oh! and once for a bachelorett’s night out on the town in NYC.
Riding in a slick, black limo with my friends, stealing through the black night. Faster, faster through the steamy streets. Winding, winding our way through the streets.
Yeah, these are supposed to emphasize someone’s importance when coming to a social event because of their size and how expensive they are, but personally, they’ve never quite appealed to me. Why is it that we want such BIG things that we don’t need (and in this case, REALLY don’t need)?
The lights flashed all around us, each one so much like the lightning bugs back home…but more annoying. Who would have ever thought this would happen to me? No one had ever become famous in our little town. The sleek black limo rolled to a stop and I stepped foot out onto the red carpet. The flashes went crazy and I could barely see through them to my destination, a gleaming door just mere feet away, but it might as well have been miles.
Sleek and stylish on the outside, plush and pampered inside. Gliding through the streets with refined elegance, weaving between the old and rusted cars and not paying anyone else even a glance. Never pausing in its path for a bit of humor. Black tinted windows hiding your instincts.
i won’t go to prom. don’t look down on me, the dress, the shoes, the limo–
god, the limo. as a person who is wary of authority figures and, usually, rich people, limos are not something i want to see often in my life.
I was so glad that I didn’t ride in the limosine for pprom. It just would have added more stress. The night was fantastic without it .And I’m better off. I am so done with petty high school drama. I am so done with high school boys. Send me off to College. Now would be nice. I know i’m going to have to sort thorugh the toolbox but that’s better than the old sock drawer.
Black and sleek. Four windows up front, un-tinted. She peered out–great blue eyes like stars above,punching holes in the ceiling and opening wider and wider. Long lashes batting on moth’s wings.
And the carpet stretched out far too far, like some velvety tongue. Up to the center of the building, or so she thought. And she had to wonder if those doors would swallow her once she walked in, or if she would find them wanting to embrace her. Motherly.
The limo pulls up and it’s black, the windows are black, the people being driven probably obnoxious, and the scene a cliché emulating relevance.
the dance we never wanted to attend, but still got wholly enthralled and lost in. we were all beautiful, well dressed and fabulous. but our smiles held deep feelings of longing.
The limo I used to dream of. I went to the window to look for it, stood to the side a bit, moved the curtain just enough to peek out. My face was suffocating under layers of makeup. My body was rigid and itchy under dress clothes and nylons. And my feet hurt already in heels. Even worse, I realized over the years I’d become too forlorn to inhabit grandiosity.
the limo sat in a desolate lot
no one strolled by as they were all at rest
the drunken friends poured out as the light faded to dusk and dawn again
the lone limo sat there all through the night
I wanted to ride in the sleek black limo last night but I was too scared of what lay inside. There was a moon roof, but how would I escape, speeding down busy night streets of the city, with nothing to hang on to but a dream. Maybe I was setting myself up for a fall anyway, thinking I could ever aspire to this kind of lifestyle.
i like to drive and i like to be driven in a limo. the first time was at my sisters wedding and the chauffeur was english with an awesome accent. i really like the mini bars they have and I enjoy the comfortable seats but I haven’t been in too many of them i guess.
something I’d love to ride in , one day , i’ll be famous riding in one of these … all for me man. I step out , people cheer my name – they love me. My heels click methodically on the pavement as I walk away from it . This is the life.
I road to my hotel in Canada in a limo. They over-booked the shuttle.
True story.
I’m sorry doesn’t mean anything if you aren’t willing to change anything. I desperately wanted this to work, I still do. I just wonder if I want it to because I want you or because I wanted this to be it, the big one.
I didn’t want a limo to prom – no, I wanted a tractor. Basically the total opposite. I don’t need expensive, what-everybody’s-got, type of things to be happy. I need variety, imperfection, uniqueness, and the only things I want, are the things I really need.
We watch the lines of limos – when is too much enough?
limes lemon yellow vitamin C neck-ache freshness thirsty illness sun summer seaside
limosines lemons lime I almost laughed at the girl who said that she liked lemons, didn’t she know what that meant? I’ve never actually seen someone arrive in a limo– classic trope used in TV and drama to represent wealth but how annoying would it be to get stuck in traffic with that? Has anyone damanged a limo by smoking? I have never rode in a limo before…
Limo’s are fun to ride in. Sometimes they are long, and sometimes they are not. Most of the time, limo’s are either black or white. Sometimes they carry famous people.
a limo was parked in front of a limousine but the man inside was full of laughter so he couldn’t escape the beast of fortuity inside. the next piece of ass walking by glanced at him and said you are a piece of shit. just lift your belly off the ground and you’ll fly away like a goddamn bird off a wire. you laughing stock of nothing.
I lept into the limo and told the driver to drive, he asked about my date. I said, “she’s dead, and so will we be if you don’t hit it.” Eddie the driver was in no mood to die that day, so he tore down the side walk, pedestrians leaping out of the way.
I’ve ridding in a limo only once in my life and that was for my friend Adam’s birthday in the 8th grade. We went to a skating rink and I didn’t know how to skate. It was not bad. Sometimes I think it’d be hilarious to own a limo and drive it around as a joke. Cruising.
This reminds me of prom night. Or maybe a wedding. A fun, festive occasion. Drinking champagne and driving around Chicago at night, with some of your closest friends. Just enjoying life for what it’s worth.
He had never ridden in a limo before but he really wanted to impress the beautiful girl who had consented to go to the prom with him. The limo was cool, very elegant, with a fully stocked bar. She seemed totally impressed and he was happy. But tried not to think about the cost.
They remind me of California and all the famous people. Sometimes people ride them to prom and stuff but it’s mostly for famous people. Famous people can be really abnoxious and think that they’re better than everyone else. But in reality, they’re not really different at all. Except that, hopefully, they have an incredible talent.
The girl rode the limo to the concert.She was rich and beautiful. Her hair was long and golden. She was lovely and everyone wanted to have her as their wife. She was the girl of everyone’s dreams. Not only that, she was almost perfect. She loved everyone and everyone loved her. She invited the poor and the rich into her limo. Her limo was a symbolism of her strength and kindness. The girl and her limo shined in front of the concert premiere.
I rode in a limo in 3rd grade. Some kid had a surprise party and his mom invited everyone in the class. We went to jumping jacks, which is a place that has a lot of bounce houses just sitting in a warehouse type thing.
i like limos they are long and funny. i dont know if there custom built or if the split a regular car and put extensions into it.
I got in the limo and we sped away. I couldn’t get myself to look back. there was no way. I was done with her, and that life and that was it.
limo ? when i think of limo i think of prom night, how we didnt get to have one , but my sister did and i really wish i rode with her, i love her. but thats all i can think about about limo. hahaha !!
on family vacations we used to take limos to and from the airports. we felt like royalty and everybody outside would look to see if we were somebody important. how disappointed they must have been when we all got out, ha-ha!
The first time I rode in a limo, I was on my way to a dance with a boy I thought I loved. As the fates would have it, I didn’t love him…or the following lovers I took. Which kind of sucks, but it’s ok. I’m young yet.
Prom. We got dolled up in our fancy, shiny dresses, most of us chose long ones for the elegance because it was senior prom. Our dates all cleaned up in their tuxes show up with the boxes of flowers in their hand. We hold out our wrists and accept the flowers, mess with the pin of the boutonniere for 10 minutes trying not to stab our dates and also trying to secure the flowers. We pose for the pictures, so many of them. Single ones, with our dates, group ones. Ones by the limo. We’re so excited to be riding a limo, like all the rich people and celebrities do.
Oh, it was in the back seat. So far from the capped head. And in the end it amounted to nothing. Even the playstation sucked. As did the wedding. At least I got that bachelor party though. And the strippers smelled of coconuts. Or something sweet.
I road in a limo twice in my life. The first time for a funeral and the second time for a wedding. Oh! and once for a bachelorett’s night out on the town in NYC.
Riding in a slick, black limo with my friends, stealing through the black night. Faster, faster through the steamy streets. Winding, winding our way through the streets.
Yeah, these are supposed to emphasize someone’s importance when coming to a social event because of their size and how expensive they are, but personally, they’ve never quite appealed to me. Why is it that we want such BIG things that we don’t need (and in this case, REALLY don’t need)?
The lights flashed all around us, each one so much like the lightning bugs back home…but more annoying. Who would have ever thought this would happen to me? No one had ever become famous in our little town. The sleek black limo rolled to a stop and I stepped foot out onto the red carpet. The flashes went crazy and I could barely see through them to my destination, a gleaming door just mere feet away, but it might as well have been miles.
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Sleek and stylish on the outside, plush and pampered inside. Gliding through the streets with refined elegance, weaving between the old and rusted cars and not paying anyone else even a glance. Never pausing in its path for a bit of humor. Black tinted windows hiding your instincts.
i won’t go to prom. don’t look down on me, the dress, the shoes, the limo–
god, the limo. as a person who is wary of authority figures and, usually, rich people, limos are not something i want to see often in my life.
a great time with the ones we love. how about limbo. milo is a dog. ligts, cameras, paarty, fun!!!!!!!
nade at club 54, new york city; great like elizabeth taylon, fun like andy warhol, this evening my european frinds ask me in marriage
I was so glad that I didn’t ride in the limosine for pprom. It just would have added more stress. The night was fantastic without it .And I’m better off. I am so done with petty high school drama. I am so done with high school boys. Send me off to College. Now would be nice. I know i’m going to have to sort thorugh the toolbox but that’s better than the old sock drawer.
Black and sleek. Four windows up front, un-tinted. She peered out–great blue eyes like stars above,punching holes in the ceiling and opening wider and wider. Long lashes batting on moth’s wings.
And the carpet stretched out far too far, like some velvety tongue. Up to the center of the building, or so she thought. And she had to wonder if those doors would swallow her once she walked in, or if she would find them wanting to embrace her. Motherly.