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kathleen fingered the inside rim of her whiskey glass,” is that supposed to make me feel better that all the people on that transport died because of his love for me?”
By The Fake Dann URL on 08.20.2011
transport, i think of transportation. It has become something so vital in our world. There are so many forms, and so many forms that are damaging to the world in which it has become so vital. Change must happen and happen fast if we want to sustain the ability to move amongst ourselves.
By Anna Cole on 08.20.2011
hmmm…. yeah i’ve got nothing haha
By writtenlove52 URL on 08.20.2011
transport is the ability to travel from one place to another. there are many forms of transport than involve air, land, and sea. i think of cars and mobility and then i think of car accidents and how reckless people can be. people are stupid
By savy on 08.20.2011
fifteen million miles away and i still can’t stop thinking.
these words are carved past skin, bone deep and ancient.
there is something therapeutic about losing yourself.
this process, foreign accents, strangers and stranger places.
a hotel that you call home after just one day.
and they never really knew me at all.
By tiffanylu URL on 08.20.2011
Transport is good and it makes me think of subway passes, with amazing artwork on teh walls, but then train station with all teh druggies form school, which is less appetising…
We need more buses over the Range!
Us poor villagers have no public transport.
By Randomuso URL on 08.20.2011
I guess transport is when things go from one place to another. This doesn’t mean much to me but it is important for goods and exports and imports. I wish I was transported somewhere else, I am not a huge fan of where I am right now. I’d love to be transported to Bermuda or …. pretty warm happy place.
By Sara on 08.20.2011
Please transport me back to Maui immediately. I can’t be in this God-forsaken city any longer or I’ll burst! I want the beeeach and the breeze and to be pressure-free again. When’s the next plane leave?
By Caroline on 08.20.2011
Whenever I imagine myself traveling to another city, country, culture; I always picture myself being transported to all the wonderful sites in a double decker bus, subway, train, taxi, or even my own two feet.
I can’t wait to travel around the world one day.
By misscardigangirl URL on 08.20.2011
japan. i want to transport to japan. this makes me think of japan. mmm, sushi… godzilla? that’d be no fun to see. i would want to leave if godzilla came. i like sushi though… can godzilla swim since he’s a giant lizard? stay away from water.
By randi on 08.20.2011
Transportation is one of the most recent studies in the modern phase of engineering.
It is also one of the most important aspects which if developed fully can lead to economic and social profit.
It can be defined as the movement of freight or person from one place to another
By Shubham on 08.20.2011
buses, taxi cabs, fares, walking around, people, places meeting, convergence, common, dangers, life, moving fast, changing contexts, environments, get to, go, stop.
By aisling lithgow on 08.20.2011
Transport is a necassary human need. Staying in one place is the equivalent to stagantion. Seeing new places opens the mind and widens our experiences in life as well as love. We see our heart in other places.
By Tony on 08.20.2011
I would like for a grand source of energy to transport me to a wonderland, sometime in the future. A lovely, peaceful place with fairies and horses, dogs & cats in a garden of incredible beauty.
By paulie aragon on 08.20.2011
what you use 2 get around
what to say anymore
ports have boats
and marinas have boats as well
whats the difference
i really dont know
what about planes
wait i already wrote about those
By Aaron on 08.20.2011
i was transported today. or rather, moved, into my new dorm room. starting college is scarier. leaving my life behind is even scarier. i didn’t realize how much i would miss my silly town, my friends, my pets, my family, my room. most of all, i miss my boyfriend. i really hope this move doesn’t split us up. and i also really hope this move will help me change my life for the better.
By sarah marie URL on 08.20.2011
Move. Leave. Escape. In so many ways. You can transport yourself through literature, time, space, emotions, feelings, choices and music. Transporting me changing in an instance. A new back drop on old circumstances. Creativity. Exploration. Leadership. Transport to a new idea, a new time, and political correctness.
By Levi Phillips on 08.20.2011
me to the next destination of opportunity and happiness. I want to exist in transit. I want to live in evolution.
By Christi on 08.20.2011
Buses are very annoying. I get so sick of waiting on them to get out of my way. A great person once said that any person seen on a bus after the age of 30 has failed somewhere in life. I don’t want to fail like that. I never want to be on a bus. I want to succeed.
By Chamberly Martin URL on 08.20.2011
The transporter failed. Stranded on an island, world, rock. alone except for the voices. The voices that always follow me,hey are in my head, all around me.
By Valerie on 08.20.2011
i wish i could transport myself into another world. another dimension where if i ever needed anything. it would be there for me. i wouldnt have to feel like i was backed up into a corner with nothing. i wish i didnt have nothing, that would be cool. to transport myself to a world like that.
By Denise URL on 08.20.2011
Transportation is how we live. We move from home to work, work to home, home to school, home to soccer practice, home to church. 40% of our days are spent transporting ourselves, family, friends, our ourselves.
By Joy on 08.20.2011
transport makes us go
without it we would stay in our bubbles and never leave and never experience and we see videos of people all over the world doing amazing things and laughing at other cultures that make our brains explode and think of every laugh youve ever laughed, feel it bubble up inside you but it wouldnt be real if we didnt get to go
we are human and we get to go, we get to migrate like the best of the mammals in this beautiful kingdom and for us, its easy/
i love it i love it i love to go and i love to laugh
By delia on 08.20.2011
I often dream about what it would be like to live as I am now–only at the bottom of the ocean. What would it be like to swim out my front door and feel seaweed and coral slide between my toes, and then to be suddenly swept up by a school of shining blue angel fish eager to kiss me and bring me someplace new?
By christina on 08.20.2011
Transport me to a place where there is no one to yell at, yell with. I want to be somewhere I can always be happy. There is no sadness. It is calm.
By Katie on 08.20.2011
It is amazing how we are able to transport ourselves from one country to another. My life includes being on four continents, something my ancestors could never even hope, or probably desire to do. It’s an amazing time to live where we can have breakfast in one country and dinner in another.
By Debra Wellman on 08.20.2011
I often wonder what it would be like to live as I am now–but on the ocean floor. To swim out my front door and feel seaweed and bits of coral slide between my toes–only to be suddenly swept up by a school of shining angel fish eager to kiss me and bring me someplace new.
By christina URL on 08.20.2011
Transport me to a time when I didn’t have to worry about bills and kids trying to make it in this cruel world. Thansport me to a time when I was carefree, just roaming in the woods letting my imagination create scenes in which had the leading role.
By Teresa B on 08.20.2011
buses , cars ,planes, taraffic jams,traffic lights accidents , pollution ,noise .
By loj on 08.20.2011
the man looked into the fog searching for his long lost love. would she come? would she actually arrive and they could begin their life together?
By Amy W on 08.20.2011
I think it would be such a cool power to be able to transport things or people with your mind. Just imagine the possibilities.
By Emily Hope URL on 08.20.2011
I’m constantly transporting my dreams into your light headed melody to her them while they gently fit your life.
By paloma URL on 08.20.2011
transportation transpot the dishes from the table planes, trians and automobiles transport people. everythig is tranported to us.
By Tiffany on 08.20.2011
You’ve got to get there. Keep the cargo with you. It’s precious – the whole mission depends on you. Don’t mess this one up. Whatever you do, don’t mess this one up. You’re important to us, believe me. Once you get here, we’ll have to deal with you. You know so much – too much. We need the cargo, and without it, we can’t proceed. But we don’t need you. It’s for the greater good, really. You won’t have died in vain. Even, in the end, if you were just transport.
By Stephanie URL on 08.20.2011
flying in an airplane.
little cups of juice and three air ice cubes, a package of tiny crackers and recycled air.
fireflies caught in a jar.
By keisha on 08.20.2011
transporting good from other countries is a good way to get resources that we do not have in our reign.Exporting goods can help to.
By Hannah Clark on 08.20.2011
when i’m with him, I’m transported to a new world. An almost new life, for crying out loud. It’s like nothing i’ve ever experienced. How can just holding hands erase my bad memories of verbal abuse as a child? Is it possible that with just a kiss on the cheek, I could forget all the tears i dowsed my pillow in and all those nights i felt alone? it must be. He is my transport. My getaway.
By lovelea URL on 08.20.2011
Trains planes and automobiles. The bus arrived at the stop and let off three passengers, a man, a woman and a child. The child held the woman’s hand. Then a car raced back and hit the child. The man cried. The woman laughed. They must be fucked up don’t you think? Yeah pretty much..
By alexis on 08.20.2011
She was shoved around, from place to place, either by the things that wanted to hurt her, or the people who thought they loved her. It didn’t help. I never would.
She just wanted to be still.
By Aslee B. URL on 08.20.2011
I needed to transport this single, precious package from terminal A to terminal B. It required every last drop of my concentration to get it there safely. That’s why, as I was staring at the package, I fell, and it tumbled out of my hands, my world would never be the same. I had changed my life forever.
It was an accident! It wasn’t supposed to happen like this! I had a PLAN. Someone died. And it’s all my fault. All the blame is fully on my shoulders.
By Madison on 08.20.2011