when i see the word railroad i think about suicide. Think about all the naked chicks lying their heads on the railroadtracks. and inception. When they are waking up from the “50” year old dream. Amazing. Awesome
it was a long trip. railroad lead from nowhere to nowhere basically. and no one on the train seem to mind. but i did. why i suddenly woke up on this train, when I fell asleep on my daily train from work to home? what’s happening here?
When i was a child we used to have to cross a railroad to get to our cabin. It was always a thrill. We always would place pennies there and wait for the train to go by to squat them and we’d come back for them. I used to love to see the look on my families faces when we’d pick them up. So happy,
the train had passed through the mountain of Waterfront an hour ago, and was getting near the point of no return. The railroad was built only one year ago and you could still see the bodys of dead railroadworkers lying around.
The railroad was slick, wet and glossy with the recent rainfall, and she looked over the old tracks with the same worn face she had for the last two years. And she thought, not for the first time, that maybe on day she would be brave enough to use the tracks for something other than fulfilling his demands. Maybe one day she would use them to escape.
I wish this was an actual word but it looks like gibberish on the top of my screen. Sigh this was such a lovely idea but I need an actual word. Oh well.
THe tracks go endlessly in either direction. The steam from the train can be seen in the distance. Im standing, waiting. I can feel the ground shaking beneath my feet. The trees began to tremble as the train drew nearer.
Ah the days of the old railroad. Today it seems more of an ailroad, although your spellcheck may beg to differ. The romance of the train; towns flying by, industrial sites rusting for your amusement.
When you ride one and watch the power lines, it seems like the lines aspire to the heavens, rising, rising, and then are cruelly snatched downwards by a pole that has no aspirations. I am fascinated by this reversal.
I took the train to school twice a week. It went from Princeton to Philadelphia and then it went on to points south — Wilmington, Baltimore, Washington, Richmond, Raieigh, all the way to Miami. I often thought of staying on the train — all the way to the end.
I stop at the front of the tracks; I’m unlovable.
I feel the rush from the sound of movement; I’m unlovable.
I hear the whistle as the train turns the corner; I will die.
I can see the train as it comes right to me; Suddenly, I’m in Heaven.
Used to bring the food, the cattle, the vittles, the people. Now they are like graveyard of the industrial revolution. their structure repetitive and grimy. The chinese who slaved for them, long dead and suffered for the future of nothing.
I love the sight of railroad tracks stretching into the beyond. They invite adventure, they are movement made stationary, they are perspective, they are the horizon, they are parallel lines, they make me want to walk and walk. And then a train comes and they are noise and furor and fear. And then the train is gone.
Tears streamed down his face wetting the top of his shirt. He threw the stick that he had been using to gouge at the dirt into the woods. Still angry over his rejection, the first of many to come, he kicked the railroad tracks with all of his 10 year old might. The tears continued to flow, but now they were for a different reason.
Not the safest thing, but I used to walk on the railroad when I was a kid and collect pig iron for my slingshot. That whole doppler affect thing about not hearing a train coming if you’re in front of it? It’s true! I almost got squished by a freight train moving at a brisk clip. The tracks draw you in though, they bed to be walked along…
railroads are cool but they take forever to build and you have to lift heavy stuff.
Only slaves would work on making them. Tat is what i know about railroads.
I have been working on the railroad. All the darn day long . The railroad is very long. It goes from Georgia to California. The railroad goes through beautiful towns. I love my railroad.
i’ve been working on the railroad. all the live long day. ive been working on the railroad just to pass the time away. i dont know the rest ofthe words to the songs=) so yeah. is still like the song and i ting about the little ngine that could “i tink i can i think i can” :) well today is going to be agood day i hope. if its not, then oh well….. this is gonna suck ok then bye=)
Railroads have been around for along time. Railroads are one way of transportation
and there was also a tall tail about how one man could build better than a machine and the man and the machine had to set railroad tracks….i think.
I’ve been working on the railroad. All the live long day. I’ve been working on the railroad just to pass the time away. Can’t you here the whistle blowing
The railroad was my life, I worked for 50 years as an engineer on the Reading railroad in northeastern Pennsylvania. My retirement was 20 years ago and there isn’t a day goes by that I don’t miss standing in my engine, hearing the roar of the boiler.
The parallel rays of the sun were indistinguishable from this height–he could usually see each delicate, golden strand but tonight… Tonight was different. Tonight he decided to free himself from the smoggy streets of his beloved city and fly higher than he had ever gone before. It was beautiful up here, peaceful.
My grandfather loved trains. When we’d travel, we’d often stop off at old railways, especially old covered bridges, covered in mosses and ivy. He’d get out and take pictures. My bedroom had a strange collection of rail ties, like giant nails.
the railroad in the US was built by the Chinese. That’s what my Lucky Luke comic books told me. I love Lucky Luke. It’s the way he rolls his smokes as he rides into the sunset.
Railroads remind me of Thomas the Train. When I was little, my mom would let me watch the Thomas the Train videos that used to be my older brothers. My older brother used to adore trains, trucks, those type of things. He was a fanatic actually. We still have his truck toys. I used to play with them and run them over barbie dolls I didn’t like because they were ruined.
There is a railroad by my house. Trains ride on the railroad. Sometimes, deer go on the railroad and the train has to honk its horn to get them off. This made my crazy neighbor mad once. He raises goats. I call him “Old Man Jenkins.”
Railroad to heaven… But heaven is here, like hell as well…. Railroad to real life, but real life is not here….Here is hell, like heaven as well….
when i see the word railroad i think about suicide. Think about all the naked chicks lying their heads on the railroadtracks. and inception. When they are waking up from the “50” year old dream. Amazing. Awesome
The most beautiful word in the world is Love. It is all we need, all the world needs, and it heals and brings happiness where ever it touches.
it was a long trip. railroad lead from nowhere to nowhere basically. and no one on the train seem to mind. but i did. why i suddenly woke up on this train, when I fell asleep on my daily train from work to home? what’s happening here?
When i was a child we used to have to cross a railroad to get to our cabin. It was always a thrill. We always would place pennies there and wait for the train to go by to squat them and we’d come back for them. I used to love to see the look on my families faces when we’d pick them up. So happy,
The smoke rose from the train and left a trail drifting behind it. The rhythm of the wheels drumming against the tracks rumbled beneath her.
the train had passed through the mountain of Waterfront an hour ago, and was getting near the point of no return. The railroad was built only one year ago and you could still see the bodys of dead railroadworkers lying around.
The railroad was slick, wet and glossy with the recent rainfall, and she looked over the old tracks with the same worn face she had for the last two years. And she thought, not for the first time, that maybe on day she would be brave enough to use the tracks for something other than fulfilling his demands. Maybe one day she would use them to escape.
I wish this was an actual word but it looks like gibberish on the top of my screen. Sigh this was such a lovely idea but I need an actual word. Oh well.
THe tracks go endlessly in either direction. The steam from the train can be seen in the distance. Im standing, waiting. I can feel the ground shaking beneath my feet. The trees began to tremble as the train drew nearer.
Ah the days of the old railroad. Today it seems more of an ailroad, although your spellcheck may beg to differ. The romance of the train; towns flying by, industrial sites rusting for your amusement.
When you ride one and watch the power lines, it seems like the lines aspire to the heavens, rising, rising, and then are cruelly snatched downwards by a pole that has no aspirations. I am fascinated by this reversal.
the train was on the railroad. trains go on railroads. the railroad is long. the railroad is a transit railroad. railroads are long.
I took the train to school twice a week. It went from Princeton to Philadelphia and then it went on to points south — Wilmington, Baltimore, Washington, Richmond, Raieigh, all the way to Miami. I often thought of staying on the train — all the way to the end.
I stop at the front of the tracks; I’m unlovable.
I feel the rush from the sound of movement; I’m unlovable.
I hear the whistle as the train turns the corner; I will die.
I can see the train as it comes right to me; Suddenly, I’m in Heaven.
Used to bring the food, the cattle, the vittles, the people. Now they are like graveyard of the industrial revolution. their structure repetitive and grimy. The chinese who slaved for them, long dead and suffered for the future of nothing.
I love the sight of railroad tracks stretching into the beyond. They invite adventure, they are movement made stationary, they are perspective, they are the horizon, they are parallel lines, they make me want to walk and walk. And then a train comes and they are noise and furor and fear. And then the train is gone.
tracks ties train conductor
Tears streamed down his face wetting the top of his shirt. He threw the stick that he had been using to gouge at the dirt into the woods. Still angry over his rejection, the first of many to come, he kicked the railroad tracks with all of his 10 year old might. The tears continued to flow, but now they were for a different reason.
Not the safest thing, but I used to walk on the railroad when I was a kid and collect pig iron for my slingshot. That whole doppler affect thing about not hearing a train coming if you’re in front of it? It’s true! I almost got squished by a freight train moving at a brisk clip. The tracks draw you in though, they bed to be walked along…
railroads are cool but they take forever to build and you have to lift heavy stuff.
Only slaves would work on making them. Tat is what i know about railroads.
train drives on it. CHUGGA CHOO BAM..oops it crashed:P
I think its where trains go. Like a way to get places but not on a road on a ; railroadd! yeah, yeah, yeah!
i like the railroad it was built a long time ago. one time i was walking along the tracks and i saw the train coming. so i jumped out of the way
Railroad is like tracks where trains are on and there’s like different ways where railroad tracks head to.
I have been working on the railroad. All the darn day long . The railroad is very long. It goes from Georgia to California. The railroad goes through beautiful towns. I love my railroad.
A railroad is a track that holds a cargo train or sometimes a passenger train.. needles to say a rail road, is a road with rails
i’ve been working on the railroad. all the live long day. ive been working on the railroad just to pass the time away. i dont know the rest ofthe words to the songs=) so yeah. is still like the song and i ting about the little ngine that could “i tink i can i think i can” :) well today is going to be agood day i hope. if its not, then oh well….. this is gonna suck ok then bye=)
Railroads have been around for along time. Railroads are one way of transportation
and there was also a tall tail about how one man could build better than a machine and the man and the machine had to set railroad tracks….i think.
I’ve been working on the railroad. All the live long day. I’ve been working on the railroad just to pass the time away. Can’t you here the whistle blowing
I have been working on the railroad. All the darn day long . The railroad is very long. It goes from Georgia to California.
Railroads were made in the late 1800s for transport of troops of the Union. They were also a luxuray.
the railroad was made a long time ago when i got on the rail road, the train came and i had to move really fast so i didnt die a painful death. i was
The railroad was my life, I worked for 50 years as an engineer on the Reading railroad in northeastern Pennsylvania. My retirement was 20 years ago and there isn’t a day goes by that I don’t miss standing in my engine, hearing the roar of the boiler.
The parallel rays of the sun were indistinguishable from this height–he could usually see each delicate, golden strand but tonight… Tonight was different. Tonight he decided to free himself from the smoggy streets of his beloved city and fly higher than he had ever gone before. It was beautiful up here, peaceful.
My grandfather loved trains. When we’d travel, we’d often stop off at old railways, especially old covered bridges, covered in mosses and ivy. He’d get out and take pictures. My bedroom had a strange collection of rail ties, like giant nails.
The word railroad annoys me deeply. It is just annoying. Ergh. IT IRRITATES ME
the railroad in the US was built by the Chinese. That’s what my Lucky Luke comic books told me. I love Lucky Luke. It’s the way he rolls his smokes as he rides into the sunset.
Damn. I am too old.
Railroads remind me of Thomas the Train. When I was little, my mom would let me watch the Thomas the Train videos that used to be my older brothers. My older brother used to adore trains, trucks, those type of things. He was a fanatic actually. We still have his truck toys. I used to play with them and run them over barbie dolls I didn’t like because they were ruined.
There is a railroad by my house. Trains ride on the railroad. Sometimes, deer go on the railroad and the train has to honk its horn to get them off. This made my crazy neighbor mad once. He raises goats. I call him “Old Man Jenkins.”