for prom we were going to get a limo, but decided on a party bus. our party bus ended up being like this decked out(kinda) rtd bus with strobe lights and a tv haha it was ghetto and after dinner we had homless ppl trying to get on to “ride the bus” but we had so much fun
The wind rushed past, the cold air numbing my face while the tears streamed from my eyes ruining my carefully applied make up. “Fuck it”, I thought, I’m having a blast and I kept my head out of the sunroof of the limo.
The window of the limo was tinted, black, keeping in what didn’t want to be seen by the outside. Lights, cameras, action, people on the outside; flashing, bursting, passing as if time didn’t exist and the galaxy extends through the world. She turned from the window to admire the polished inside, which held little meaning but that it was private.
He smiled as he stepped from the limo, dressed in a tidy suit, but still his eyes were dark and sparkling, just the way I liked them, as he flashed his smile for me to see in the lights of the cameras.
every time i see one, i think that maybe there is a famous person inside. like, liam hemsworth or garrett hedlund has come to proclaim their love for me, even though they don’t even know that i exist. and then i think of dumb and dumber. and then i think of prom, one of the funnest nights of my life. we took a party bus, not a limo, but it was still incredible and just… the best.
giggling girls gathered around one bathroom mirror fixing themselves up for the once in a lifetime chance to become a princess for one a night. from high heels to manicures, pedicures to big fluffy dresses..suddenly the door bell rings! you rush downstairs and open the door, abruptly right sitting right in front of your driveway awaits the boy of your dreams holding the door open to a long black shiny limo
i have never ridden in a limo. I would like to one day. But doubtful that i will ever be able to afford it. One day I might just splurge and ride in one just for the heck of it. Kinda like that country music song. Make one day super special.
a car for rich people to drag their asses around and not to mention the fake bitches trying to show of their temporary weekly fortune renting limos for a night out
One day whilst traveling along stretches of pavement alongside my childhood park, a limo passed my side. I was surprised and all so intrigued, and i had to follow the large vehicle. I tracked it down and it came to a slow pace, and let me inside.
The limo, was slick black. The windows, the tires, and the paint. My mouth nearly dropped to the floor, when I saw it pull up in front of the house. “Dallas, you shouldn’t have,” I exclaim hitting his arm playfully with my fan. “Yes, yes, trust the master.”
I remember prom, how badly we wanted a limo. But how we never got it. Kind of made me angry, but kind of not. A limo would have been nice, My entire highschool time went to waste. A total waste. Because I never did anything full out i highschool. Not even that.
The lettuce and carrot ducked into the limo, trying to turn their faces away from the camera flashes. “I hate tomatoes,” the carrot said vehemently, settling his long orange body into the seat. “They make me fucking nuts.”
“Don’t swear,” said the lettuce, soothingly. “I hate it when you do that.”
The first time I rode in a limo was to a restaurant in Baltimore in 1998 to a fancy restaurant. It was for a dinner being given by two of my father (a writer)’s editors. Seafood and Italian pastries, and then suddenly being called away by some emergency I can’t remember.
A girl entered the limo, she was being excorted by an old man, probably in his fifties. She smiled, a beautiful smile full of lies and beauty. That was how her life worked, it was so simple.
I always grew curious with jealousy whenever I saw a limo pass by, even at a young age. Words that associate with limo are rich, lucky, important, etc. I always was envious of people who could be described like that. They had something many people didn’t, and I wished I was lucky enough to be the one sitting in the seat looking out at the world, shielded behind the dark shaded window.
the limo is a long car that is used mainly by celebrities. they are usually stocked with alcohol and/or snacks. besides being used by celebrities, limos could also be used for weddings or prom. they are usually black in color and sometimes have tvs inside as well!
The first time I ever rode in a limo, that I can remember at least, was prom. All of us girls were in our big poofy gowns and the boys looked sharp in tuxes with varying vest colors. Such a big night in our minds, yet, I really can’t remember anything else about it now….
I have this chronic disease that makes me steal hats. I can’t stop. I don’t steal them from stores or anything. I steal them right off of people’s heads.
Behind me was an orbit or sort of it seemed like a bimbo ball on a mango stream of lemon drops. It was like candy and I ate it up all around me but it ripped the pages and then the limo came by and picked me up and I walked.
white long partys kids love them expensive and kinda gay. hard to turn. has fancy inside. i sat in one before and it had black leather seats. there are limo that look similar to a truck. oh how exuberant.
The car crept past as a pace that a glacier would be envious of. The little boy clutching my hand tugged my down to his hight. “Why is that limo going so slow?” He asked as it rolled past us.
I pulled him close to me and wrapped my arms around him. “Oh, honey.”
It all started in that limo, we all know that. It’s funny how looking back now, it was so clear. The group that we struggled so hard to bring together was slowly falling apart. I tried…I really did, but nothing could be done. Who knew that the best night of our lives would end so tragically.
I took the limo to the palace. The palace was under a rock. the rock was below the soda. The soda was under the table. The table was made out of glass. The glass came from Italy. Italy looks like a boot. The boot was next to the shoe. I left the shoe in the limo. The limo is outside the palace.
Limo. The ultimate symbol. when i saw a limo go by in my hometown i just thought. damn that is the car of someone who made it. made it alllllll the way to the top. it is just beautifully sad, that we think cars are that kind of a symbol. i mean, they could be living inside… then what would you say? probably mumbles something sad, but if it was a 6 foot tall blonde man with the sun shining from his eyes. well then you would probably want to egg it huh?
Long black vehicle used to give rides for party people. They are luxurious and expensive. They are usully balck however they can be many different colors. They are related to celebraties and other expensive lifestyles. Drivers have to have a chauffers licence.
I remember sitting in my prom dress, crammed in next to you in that ugly limo. You were her date…not mine. I wish I could go back in time and ask you out before you even thought of her. See how much she put you through? It’s my fault really…I was the one who introduced you to her.
I always imagined myself going to prom in a big black stretch limo, surrounded by friends, with the boy of my dreams at my side. Lately that dream seems to be getting farther and farther away. What happened? Why does everything have to be so difficult now? That stretch is slowly driving away, leaving me standing alone on the curb.
for prom we were going to get a limo, but decided on a party bus. our party bus ended up being like this decked out(kinda) rtd bus with strobe lights and a tv haha it was ghetto and after dinner we had homless ppl trying to get on to “ride the bus” but we had so much fun
The wind rushed past, the cold air numbing my face while the tears streamed from my eyes ruining my carefully applied make up. “Fuck it”, I thought, I’m having a blast and I kept my head out of the sunroof of the limo.
Champaign bubbling.
Tinted windows hide the city lights.
Everyone smiles.
It’s always about that rainy day.
“There you are.”
Raindrops on the limosine’s hood.
Champaign bubbling,
Tinted windows hide the city lights.
sleek black mystery,
what’s hidden in your carriage?
golden treasures, ah?
The window of the limo was tinted, black, keeping in what didn’t want to be seen by the outside. Lights, cameras, action, people on the outside; flashing, bursting, passing as if time didn’t exist and the galaxy extends through the world. She turned from the window to admire the polished inside, which held little meaning but that it was private.
He smiled as he stepped from the limo, dressed in a tidy suit, but still his eyes were dark and sparkling, just the way I liked them, as he flashed his smile for me to see in the lights of the cameras.
i like the sleek black machine, the way it glides into exactly the perfect spot. so classy, it makes the best out of the ugliest situations.
With friends, champaign popping. Moonroof down, head out. Celebrations. Formal. Memories, good or faded.
He drove up in a limousine
with Tinted windows wearing
tinted shades
Hiding both from
the sun and
people.
every time i see one, i think that maybe there is a famous person inside. like, liam hemsworth or garrett hedlund has come to proclaim their love for me, even though they don’t even know that i exist. and then i think of dumb and dumber. and then i think of prom, one of the funnest nights of my life. we took a party bus, not a limo, but it was still incredible and just… the best.
giggling girls gathered around one bathroom mirror fixing themselves up for the once in a lifetime chance to become a princess for one a night. from high heels to manicures, pedicures to big fluffy dresses..suddenly the door bell rings! you rush downstairs and open the door, abruptly right sitting right in front of your driveway awaits the boy of your dreams holding the door open to a long black shiny limo
i have never ridden in a limo. I would like to one day. But doubtful that i will ever be able to afford it. One day I might just splurge and ride in one just for the heck of it. Kinda like that country music song. Make one day super special.
I have never been in a limo in my 38 years of living. And I have no particular desire to do so. I don’t like the ostentatious show of wealth.
a car for rich people to drag their asses around and not to mention the fake bitches trying to show of their temporary weekly fortune renting limos for a night out
One day whilst traveling along stretches of pavement alongside my childhood park, a limo passed my side. I was surprised and all so intrigued, and i had to follow the large vehicle. I tracked it down and it came to a slow pace, and let me inside.
The limo, was slick black. The windows, the tires, and the paint. My mouth nearly dropped to the floor, when I saw it pull up in front of the house. “Dallas, you shouldn’t have,” I exclaim hitting his arm playfully with my fan. “Yes, yes, trust the master.”
I remember prom, how badly we wanted a limo. But how we never got it. Kind of made me angry, but kind of not. A limo would have been nice, My entire highschool time went to waste. A total waste. Because I never did anything full out i highschool. Not even that.
The lettuce and carrot ducked into the limo, trying to turn their faces away from the camera flashes. “I hate tomatoes,” the carrot said vehemently, settling his long orange body into the seat. “They make me fucking nuts.”
“Don’t swear,” said the lettuce, soothingly. “I hate it when you do that.”
Long white and infinite
Carrying cargo throughout night
Untold stories and backseat fucks
Driver seat ignorance
Bliss and trust.
Celebrity; waste; gas guzler; fancy; long; fun; tinted windows; I thought of a black one but they also come in white; funny;
The first time I rode in a limo was to a restaurant in Baltimore in 1998 to a fancy restaurant. It was for a dinner being given by two of my father (a writer)’s editors. Seafood and Italian pastries, and then suddenly being called away by some emergency I can’t remember.
A girl entered the limo, she was being excorted by an old man, probably in his fifties. She smiled, a beautiful smile full of lies and beauty. That was how her life worked, it was so simple.
I always grew curious with jealousy whenever I saw a limo pass by, even at a young age. Words that associate with limo are rich, lucky, important, etc. I always was envious of people who could be described like that. They had something many people didn’t, and I wished I was lucky enough to be the one sitting in the seat looking out at the world, shielded behind the dark shaded window.
the limo is a long car that is used mainly by celebrities. they are usually stocked with alcohol and/or snacks. besides being used by celebrities, limos could also be used for weddings or prom. they are usually black in color and sometimes have tvs inside as well!
The first time I ever rode in a limo, that I can remember at least, was prom. All of us girls were in our big poofy gowns and the boys looked sharp in tuxes with varying vest colors. Such a big night in our minds, yet, I really can’t remember anything else about it now….
it rushed by in a blur, and in that moment, the whole world was black and white like the tuxedos of the drunken revelers hanging out its windows
I have this chronic disease that makes me steal hats. I can’t stop. I don’t steal them from stores or anything. I steal them right off of people’s heads.
Sleek industrial rented locomotive filled with vomit and piss and memories that last until the morning after.
Behind me was an orbit or sort of it seemed like a bimbo ball on a mango stream of lemon drops. It was like candy and I ate it up all around me but it ripped the pages and then the limo came by and picked me up and I walked.
white long partys kids love them expensive and kinda gay. hard to turn. has fancy inside. i sat in one before and it had black leather seats. there are limo that look similar to a truck. oh how exuberant.
lOl
The car crept past as a pace that a glacier would be envious of. The little boy clutching my hand tugged my down to his hight. “Why is that limo going so slow?” He asked as it rolled past us.
I pulled him close to me and wrapped my arms around him. “Oh, honey.”
It all started in that limo, we all know that. It’s funny how looking back now, it was so clear. The group that we struggled so hard to bring together was slowly falling apart. I tried…I really did, but nothing could be done. Who knew that the best night of our lives would end so tragically.
I took the limo to the palace. The palace was under a rock. the rock was below the soda. The soda was under the table. The table was made out of glass. The glass came from Italy. Italy looks like a boot. The boot was next to the shoe. I left the shoe in the limo. The limo is outside the palace.
Limo. The ultimate symbol. when i saw a limo go by in my hometown i just thought. damn that is the car of someone who made it. made it alllllll the way to the top. it is just beautifully sad, that we think cars are that kind of a symbol. i mean, they could be living inside… then what would you say? probably mumbles something sad, but if it was a 6 foot tall blonde man with the sun shining from his eyes. well then you would probably want to egg it huh?
Long black vehicle used to give rides for party people. They are luxurious and expensive. They are usully balck however they can be many different colors. They are related to celebraties and other expensive lifestyles. Drivers have to have a chauffers licence.
I remember sitting in my prom dress, crammed in next to you in that ugly limo. You were her date…not mine. I wish I could go back in time and ask you out before you even thought of her. See how much she put you through? It’s my fault really…I was the one who introduced you to her.
I always imagined myself going to prom in a big black stretch limo, surrounded by friends, with the boy of my dreams at my side. Lately that dream seems to be getting farther and farther away. What happened? Why does everything have to be so difficult now? That stretch is slowly driving away, leaving me standing alone on the curb.