inkypolkadot
People are surprisingly dull when you get down to it. You meet them, they seem witty and full of pizzazz, and shortly thereafter, dull dull dull. I'd like to light a fire under their asses.
Maroon sweaters on a fall day. Maroon boots too. Maroon is a color that I have a hard time pinpointing, it could be brick red or burgundy. Who knows.
I've always wanted to hang out at the top of a really tall crane. Seeing everything for miles around, not afraid of falling. If someone I trusted was at the controls I could even get swung around up there. I'd crane my neck all around to take everything in.
the train slows down just enough to make a jump for it. The four of us hop on and ride for a full night and day. By midday and the last sliver of shade, the train grinds to a halt. A few moments later the conductor's head pops over the edge of car and offers us all water. We must have been a sight, 4 dirty kids in a row reading books on a freight train. That conductor then brought us water and later on stopped the train outside of the cheyenne yard so we wouldn't get busted by the bulls. Thanks mr. train conductor!
st.louis diners, 3am, too much coffee. I'd like to have booth in my kitchen. Also makes me think of john Wilkes booth. Makes me want to go eat french fries and read about presidents and their assassins. hmmmmmmmmmmmm. i'd have an orange and brown booth, maybe with a bad 70's floral print.