I love it, just to have the power to move from one point to the other… Not have to think about where just to know to get the most out of it and enjoy the ride.
i want to be transported to mars; to never come back, to go into a world where i can control, where i can take controls and where i will be happy. i wanna be the thing I’ve always dreamed about, what i yearn to be, and why i can’t be here
Trains are beautiful creatures, aren’t they? So rich in history, yet so basic. Trains have been around for decades, and beyond that. They offer transportation not just to people, but to the goods people rely on for everyday living. From coal to families, we rely on trains to bring us the most important things in our lives today.
planes i will fly on a plane car disney florida mom daffy duck mickey mouse anthony nephew 5 numbers marissa mind games suicide dark razor pills clouds sky coffe brown poop dog chloe grass dirt worms volcano earth lava frodo sam lord of the rings .
To go jut leave. Imperialism oh so terrible don”t eff up the world please give me a future. Tea . east india. Cargo ships, I want to keep moving. Never stop. thats what scares me.
take me somewhere else. somewhere far from this place. far from home, far from family. tak me to a different world. where everything is different and nothing is predictable. carry me away, anywhere, somewhere…
bus, car plane, etc. how to get out of this shitty town how to escape all of my problems is by using transportation. i wish i could start over with my life. not drink not have talk to dom. i feel like i really have fucked up this time. what am i going to do. i feel like i have no more friends.
transport is to move from one place to another, however transportation now a days is often thought as cars or trucks. which are damaging the place we call home, and all the resources that we need.
transport is how we get around if it werent for transport there would be no airplanes or cars and people couldnt be where they were happy people would be stuck and they would be miserable and oppressed and feel unloved i love to feel loved and i love transport because it is just amazing pure amazingness and im surprised that was a word
I would transport myself anywhere but here. I live in this small town st joe that only gets smaller the longer you live here. My goals are too big for this place. I want to tranport myself to africa a
transportation is it real or fake? one can transport themselves through a good book to another land. drugs can transport another to some alternate state of mind. feet can transport someone else to a new place, free of their old ties and responsibilites.
With that one word, she was transported to a world away from her own, a world of music and laughter and fun. It was this one transportation, this one flight, she knew would change her world forever. She knew that she would never want to undo that flight, because it changed her entire outlook on life.
If I live in you and you live in me, we go with each other. Not just one toting the other around, but both bringing each other places.
How I think and feel is there, lying beside you. And I nestle beside yours.
You bring me to your place and I bring you to mine.
The train whistle blows. Trains carried us across nations once. They were a great commodity once.
Now they transport cole, wheat and corn.
The train tracks are magical place to run, nearly always abandoned. And the power surge you feel when from some where behind you a whistle blows…
miles behind you but yet you feel as if it will be atop you in moments.
and atop you it is, you move to the side and watch it streem past, wanting to touch it. Touch the dying, changing, old fashioned legacy of the past. converted now to another degradement of the old.
transport. moving. change. childhood. moving from house to house. different bedrooms. different dressers to put clothes in. different. packing, unpacking. repeat. shampoo, conditioner. motion. water. constant moving. transporting. transport.
I take the bus everyday to work. I wake up, shower, dress, eat, leave and jump on the bus. The bus takes me where I want to be. It takes me to work, it takes me home, it takes me out. I don’t need a car. I have a bus. I am the bus.
I just did this, and got the same word. Transport. Odd considering I am in the process of creating something to transport to a friend that transported herself to Chicago this summer. The one I did just a minute ago was much better and more about the word transport than this one. I will submit this one and maybe get a different word. Peace, transporter.
I rode the school bus every day in middle school. There were kindergarteners up to high school seniors on our bus, and the number one rule: don’t fall asleep on the bus. Once, a guy ended up with trash from the floor in his mouth, and one other time, someone’s CD player ended up missing… Kids are cruel to each other, but the bus is life, life is the bus at that age…
if i could be transported anywhere it would be new york city because it’s the happiest place on earth. i can see the taxis and flashing lights and the millions of people with their families and purses and shopping bags and jackets and coats and dogs and their husbands and daughters. god knows where any of them are going or what theyre out to do or what theyve done but god bless them for being there anyway.
taking something somewhere can be public a way of getting around and traveling often done with someone else .
a 9 letter word.
bikes cars and planes and automobiles and walking and any way of really getting anywhere. tada.
An airplane. I willbe on an airplane september 7th to move to Salt Lake City Utah to go to school to be a Paralegal. I am so excited! while i am there my only transportation will be me walking or the trax.
So many times I’ve thought about taking the next train to the city and leaving from there. Just going anywhere. But something keeps me rooted here in this stupid town.
when i think of transport, i think of leaving. i think of bananas, and moving them. on a little wooden ship back in the day. i think of a woman in a colorful dress bringing said bananas to another island. she’s on an island, if i didn’t mention that. she is transporting the bananas to one of her friends who in return will transport back some mangoes or something along those lines.
Transport me. Take me away. Take me to the moon and back, to the heavens, to paradise. Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty. Let me escape.
What am I supposed to do, I missed the bus and there wasn’t anyway to transport myself from point a to point b. I coulden’t fly and my doctor was off in his tardis with some other girl in a far away place…ugh
I move with you. You move with me.
There’s something odd and predatory in us because of this. I push against you; you press me back. And we love it. I love it, at least. I love the pushing, the pressing and the pulling.
I love moving with you. Over you. Under me.
A tear began to fall even before he stepped back, off of the transporter pad. Of all the times, of all the places, of all the opportunities, he chose now to say he didn’t love me. We’d been a couple all through the academy. I’d helped him pass his finals. He never could have done it on his own. But now, on the transporter pad, time stood still. Subconsciously, I could feel my tear slide down my face, around my mouth, and down my chin, until it finally fell. As I transported to my first ship, I imagined that my tear remained on the transport pad, the last remnant he would ever have of me.
into a dfferent dimension shiny metal box thing with many colored buttons antenas up in this bitch im gone. seeya later. im in a whole new world. fuckin unicorns i can ride and they fly and their piss is a delicious elixer of love mother fuckers woot woot
moving something from one place to another
placing something or someone from its original place to where you want it
“when i’m sad or angry i wish i could transport my emotions to a happy place”
Trague waited in a busy district, cars passing him by left and right. There were thousands of other people around him, but Trague had the distinct characteristic of not being there. Sure, his body was there. His fingers were there. So were his toes. But his thoughts? They were somewhere else.
Ha, This reminds me of my car. The great 1990 Buick Grand Estate Station wagon, Berta. She got added to my collection after Good old Flagstaff Police caught me doing 110 in my Neon. Couldnt keep the insurance so I had to get this baby. Pure Class.
Transporting things is not only a physical thing. But it is also a mental thing to transport. You may transport your emotions into the bodies of others as well as your baggages.
i have to transport all my things over to him now, if i don’t …. ill be cooked alive. the goods that i am transporting are very special, not even the president knows what it is……i might tell you…… but its not a RAINBOW CHEESEBURGER WITH TACO SAUCE, no…… its something else, similar.
When I travel across the north on the trans-Canada highway, the transports drive me crazy. I think of the poor cyclists, being passed too closely, being sucked into the wind behind the transport, taking their lives into their hands as they try to have a peaceful ride.
I love it, just to have the power to move from one point to the other… Not have to think about where just to know to get the most out of it and enjoy the ride.
i want to be transported to mars; to never come back, to go into a world where i can control, where i can take controls and where i will be happy. i wanna be the thing I’ve always dreamed about, what i yearn to be, and why i can’t be here
Trains are beautiful creatures, aren’t they? So rich in history, yet so basic. Trains have been around for decades, and beyond that. They offer transportation not just to people, but to the goods people rely on for everyday living. From coal to families, we rely on trains to bring us the most important things in our lives today.
planes i will fly on a plane car disney florida mom daffy duck mickey mouse anthony nephew 5 numbers marissa mind games suicide dark razor pills clouds sky coffe brown poop dog chloe grass dirt worms volcano earth lava frodo sam lord of the rings .
To go jut leave. Imperialism oh so terrible don”t eff up the world please give me a future. Tea . east india. Cargo ships, I want to keep moving. Never stop. thats what scares me.
take me somewhere else. somewhere far from this place. far from home, far from family. tak me to a different world. where everything is different and nothing is predictable. carry me away, anywhere, somewhere…
i use this and go places
bus, car plane, etc. how to get out of this shitty town how to escape all of my problems is by using transportation. i wish i could start over with my life. not drink not have talk to dom. i feel like i really have fucked up this time. what am i going to do. i feel like i have no more friends.
transport is to move from one place to another, however transportation now a days is often thought as cars or trucks. which are damaging the place we call home, and all the resources that we need.
transport is how we get around if it werent for transport there would be no airplanes or cars and people couldnt be where they were happy people would be stuck and they would be miserable and oppressed and feel unloved i love to feel loved and i love transport because it is just amazing pure amazingness and im surprised that was a word
I would transport myself anywhere but here. I live in this small town st joe that only gets smaller the longer you live here. My goals are too big for this place. I want to tranport myself to africa a
transportation is it real or fake? one can transport themselves through a good book to another land. drugs can transport another to some alternate state of mind. feet can transport someone else to a new place, free of their old ties and responsibilites.
Transportation is key to transportating. you just need transportation. somone will provide this to you when you arrive from transportating here.
lots of trains everywhere. Zoom zoom. English tea. Earl grey. My favorite. Red and grey streaks. Rushing by. Meadows and flowers. Green grass.
With that one word, she was transported to a world away from her own, a world of music and laughter and fun. It was this one transportation, this one flight, she knew would change her world forever. She knew that she would never want to undo that flight, because it changed her entire outlook on life.
If I live in you and you live in me, we go with each other. Not just one toting the other around, but both bringing each other places.
How I think and feel is there, lying beside you. And I nestle beside yours.
You bring me to your place and I bring you to mine.
The train whistle blows. Trains carried us across nations once. They were a great commodity once.
Now they transport cole, wheat and corn.
The train tracks are magical place to run, nearly always abandoned. And the power surge you feel when from some where behind you a whistle blows…
miles behind you but yet you feel as if it will be atop you in moments.
and atop you it is, you move to the side and watch it streem past, wanting to touch it. Touch the dying, changing, old fashioned legacy of the past. converted now to another degradement of the old.
transport. moving. change. childhood. moving from house to house. different bedrooms. different dressers to put clothes in. different. packing, unpacking. repeat. shampoo, conditioner. motion. water. constant moving. transporting. transport.
I take the bus everyday to work. I wake up, shower, dress, eat, leave and jump on the bus. The bus takes me where I want to be. It takes me to work, it takes me home, it takes me out. I don’t need a car. I have a bus. I am the bus.
“Signal the transport,” the voice said in an echo-y room. “Transport ready,” came the reply. “Proceed.”
Pzzrreerttzzssttt!!!!
And suddenly Jensen found himself floating in a void blacker than the blackest India ink, if that was even possible.
“What the fu…!?”
I just did this, and got the same word. Transport. Odd considering I am in the process of creating something to transport to a friend that transported herself to Chicago this summer. The one I did just a minute ago was much better and more about the word transport than this one. I will submit this one and maybe get a different word. Peace, transporter.
I rode the school bus every day in middle school. There were kindergarteners up to high school seniors on our bus, and the number one rule: don’t fall asleep on the bus. Once, a guy ended up with trash from the floor in his mouth, and one other time, someone’s CD player ended up missing… Kids are cruel to each other, but the bus is life, life is the bus at that age…
if i could be transported anywhere it would be new york city because it’s the happiest place on earth. i can see the taxis and flashing lights and the millions of people with their families and purses and shopping bags and jackets and coats and dogs and their husbands and daughters. god knows where any of them are going or what theyre out to do or what theyve done but god bless them for being there anyway.
taking something somewhere can be public a way of getting around and traveling often done with someone else .
a 9 letter word.
bikes cars and planes and automobiles and walking and any way of really getting anywhere. tada.
An airplane. I willbe on an airplane september 7th to move to Salt Lake City Utah to go to school to be a Paralegal. I am so excited! while i am there my only transportation will be me walking or the trax.
So many times I’ve thought about taking the next train to the city and leaving from there. Just going anywhere. But something keeps me rooted here in this stupid town.
when i think of transport, i think of leaving. i think of bananas, and moving them. on a little wooden ship back in the day. i think of a woman in a colorful dress bringing said bananas to another island. she’s on an island, if i didn’t mention that. she is transporting the bananas to one of her friends who in return will transport back some mangoes or something along those lines.
plane, italy, car, train, subway, ny, nyu, school, job, teaching, money, career, frustration,
Transport me. Take me away. Take me to the moon and back, to the heavens, to paradise. Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty. Let me escape.
What am I supposed to do, I missed the bus and there wasn’t anyway to transport myself from point a to point b. I coulden’t fly and my doctor was off in his tardis with some other girl in a far away place…ugh
I move with you. You move with me.
There’s something odd and predatory in us because of this. I push against you; you press me back. And we love it. I love it, at least. I love the pushing, the pressing and the pulling.
I love moving with you. Over you. Under me.
A tear began to fall even before he stepped back, off of the transporter pad. Of all the times, of all the places, of all the opportunities, he chose now to say he didn’t love me. We’d been a couple all through the academy. I’d helped him pass his finals. He never could have done it on his own. But now, on the transporter pad, time stood still. Subconsciously, I could feel my tear slide down my face, around my mouth, and down my chin, until it finally fell. As I transported to my first ship, I imagined that my tear remained on the transport pad, the last remnant he would ever have of me.
into a dfferent dimension shiny metal box thing with many colored buttons antenas up in this bitch im gone. seeya later. im in a whole new world. fuckin unicorns i can ride and they fly and their piss is a delicious elixer of love mother fuckers woot woot
transport. a very nice word has a nice ring to it. makes me thimk of every trip i have been on. not alot though.nice word.
moving something from one place to another
placing something or someone from its original place to where you want it
“when i’m sad or angry i wish i could transport my emotions to a happy place”
Trague waited in a busy district, cars passing him by left and right. There were thousands of other people around him, but Trague had the distinct characteristic of not being there. Sure, his body was there. His fingers were there. So were his toes. But his thoughts? They were somewhere else.
Ha, This reminds me of my car. The great 1990 Buick Grand Estate Station wagon, Berta. She got added to my collection after Good old Flagstaff Police caught me doing 110 in my Neon. Couldnt keep the insurance so I had to get this baby. Pure Class.
Transporting things is not only a physical thing. But it is also a mental thing to transport. You may transport your emotions into the bodies of others as well as your baggages.
i have to transport all my things over to him now, if i don’t …. ill be cooked alive. the goods that i am transporting are very special, not even the president knows what it is……i might tell you…… but its not a RAINBOW CHEESEBURGER WITH TACO SAUCE, no…… its something else, similar.
When I travel across the north on the trans-Canada highway, the transports drive me crazy. I think of the poor cyclists, being passed too closely, being sucked into the wind behind the transport, taking their lives into their hands as they try to have a peaceful ride.