the ticket to the concert wasn’t the correct one for this show. I think a ticket a tacket a green and yelllow backet….ticket ticket ticket…tocket tocket tocket…ticket to the store you ticket into your car and ticket out of park. tickets for parking and parking for tickets such a lovely collection of parking tickets on my wall here in my cell…tickets aren’t just for breakfast any more…you can grind them up and mix them into your margarita…tickets and tequila. tickets n southern comfort…tickets are like crickets only they have an extra tee…and maybe no cee or arrr. that’s all i can think of for tickets except that ticketsylvania is a far away place you need two penns to get there. tickets aren’t just for fun you know, you can collect them until you have a whole book, then you can get it published and perhaps become partially famous for several minutes…meanwhile your parked car gets ticketed and you don’t know what to do when you see the ticket…about six feet long and twelve feet wide…it blocks your view and you don’tknow where to sign it…excuse me officer, did you write this ticket? I would love to see the ticket pad. Oh, you left it on your motorcycle..in that case, i’d like to see your motorcycle. it’s the one on the left, next to the two on the right…look, two of them have parking tickets. who was watching the farm while you were writing tickets to poor defenseless parkers. I mean to take someone who’s trying to make a living and make your living from people who are making theirs seems like a screwy way to make a living. I mean…the pain…the humanity…gad lady…think of what you’ve done here…i mean tickets on cars…tickets in cereal boxes…tickets for sale on e-=bay…tickets in your nostrils….making the flies have to find another way home…how can this be fair…i can’t believe there are any seconds left to write about these fucking tickets…if i had to write like this for an hour, i am sure that i would go crazy…wait…maybe it only takes a minute…would you could you should you give me a ticket if i go over my time…i don’t believe i have because a minute is an incredibly long time…just one minute over though, and you get a ticket. you don’t want to be late…the chalk is on the tire,,,the pad is in his hand…the pen is in the other…he is grinning as he looks at my bumper stickers and he is going to stick it with a ticket. my god is there still time…be safe out there…courage…for the ticket master is punching your ticket right now…the train is leaving the station, the jet is taxiing down the runway…the runway has run way beyond the tracks
Peter Edgell
Anyone donating blood on thursdays in July at the donor center on Union Street will receive a ticket for free admission and rides at the fair!
Morgen Fliegen
i like to get tickets and shove em up yo asshoollic
i go to boston and use ma 15 day credit fo ridin dat thing trainy awthioef wa;lka danuwn i like wakjub tiu dagi raisurhe
miriam
Gotta little bitta blue berry yum-yum,
an a nigga never thought that it could taste this gooooooood.
Thank god for the man who put it in my hooooooood.
Its got me singin melodies i never thought i wooooooould.
I’m feelin sorry for the homies that be smokin woooooood.
Drop it down for a playa like yea yea yea yea yea
Im bout to find me a woman and yea yea yea yea yea
Ludachris
finding the way both and i don’t know where it goes i think it’s too much to ask where the seat is it’s small and paper and tells me things where i am and where i’m going to things that i don’t need to know i could go anywere there is one for everywhere and everything it’s given to me by people that know where i am going, but not where i want to go.
chris brushwood
A six letter word
Mr Snod
I remember the first concert ticket I ever got. It was the most fun I had that year… I try to remember all the details but sadly I cannot. All that pops up in my brain is hating everyone around me..
Moe M.
It’s the big one, the one that’s going to get me out of here. I could feel it pulsating in my hand. Eager, just like myself to hop the train and get out. It had been months since i tasted a new air or breathed a new breath, and there was nothing standing between me and that vitality.
Jennafer
tickets are useful for when you want to go places and you need to travel. You can use tickets to get on a train or bus or other forms of transprt. You can also use tickets when going to an event or place. I absolutely love tickets.
Your Neighbour
I’ve bought maybe three tickets in my lifetime, all for things I did not enjoy. Those concerts and movies were a waste of time. The one ticket that has been put to good use was given to me for free, as an afterthought, and I didn’t even use it as well as I could have. Take advantage of tickets. They’re edible. Crunchy. Fun to read on the toilet. Whatever man, this word was lame. =/
Nick Harvey
I have the ticket going to somewhere, but where? do i really want to go there? I love my home, but it doesn’t belong to me anymore. It belongs to strange clothing and dark hair and not to me, blonde and simple. I need a new home because i don’t understand this one anymore.
bekkah
the ticket to my heart is not a cheap one
cassidy
it’s strange. we all learn how to order tickets in French at school. Like that, and camping, are the only 2 types of situations you will ever encounter when in France!
I wonder, sometimes, if the educational system isn’t a little wacked out. Our teachers were from the 70’s! Says a lot!
Bayda'a
A stub or electronic receipt stating that you are allowed entrance into a certain event because you won, purchased, and so forth. For example, ticket to the movies, concert, football game.
LIZ AGEE
I read a book once about how I could tie my shoes behind my back. They were so wrong and I wanted to kill myself after trying so hard. A person cannot always trust what is written in a book, and I learned this lesson the hard way. Books are often correct but this one was not and I will never trust a book again on how to do something that I have been doing my whole life.
Laura Guse
I really dont enjoy the word ticket. I seems that everytime i see this word i owe some sort of money. It is a very harsh sounding word, and prefer to avoid it at almost all costs. Yet when you get a ticket to go see a concert or something that you enjoy then this word quickly takes a turn for the best.
Charles Garner
plane, subway paris, new york, concert, bonnaroo, old friends, monteagle, TN
whimsical
memories
scrapbooking
old photographs
willie wonka and the chocolate factory
gate, heavenly mountain,
albe
I got a ticket to go see rattat at the orange peel in asheville.. but i got pink eye so I couldn’t go. No dice, hipster.
Kaayllleeee
i once was a ticket, used in the gutter. for a brief moment in time i really ment something to someone. i was held tightly between a nervous sweaty hand stuffed in a pocket but i was real man i was real
nanct
movies are where we use tickets. that’s where i sit next to him and we watch.. and laugh. i think i try to hard to make him laugh. we talk and share things with that very ticket. tickets and movies. i’ve watched so many movies.
yohomefry
Right on this is kinda weird and cought me off gurd. I still dont understand if im doing this right but this is all i got
dallas
the last time that i purchased a ticket it was to the show downtown, the matinee. i wasnt to interested int he show itself, but more so in the girl i was taking the theater was broken and tattered
j Mak
i like tickets
tickets to where? where ever youve got a ticket for
maybe you won it or maybe you bought it
i have a ticket for a festival
leeds festival
i cant wait
im going to see radiohead live (again!)
tickets take you to great places, or maybe bad places, you might get a ticket to go see somebody you dont want to see, or to go to a place you dont really want to go to… hhhm…
tickets take you places, good and bad!
Matthew Platt
i never had a ticket in my life. until i realized i always had a ticket. a ticket to life, no purchase necaccary.
marina silver
i was just asked if I had ever had a speeding ticket and if i was a safe driver, my answer was that I have have 15 speeding tickets, so he said I wasn’t a safe driver, but the thing is, I am a safe driver……i just drive fast. Or…faster than him at least. I live in the fast lane.
Tori Culver
I bought one and wondered if I’d make it to London in one piece.
As I stood in the airport in Iceland, the halfway point from New York, reading a copy of “get in the van” by Henry Rollins I wondered why security didn’t pull me out of the line.
I looked like shit, hadn’t slept in days and was on my way to join a progressive HardCore punk band in England.
I did, and it was an interesting experience, looking back now nearly 10 years later.
Flying was never a favorite activity of mine.
Faeryn
i bought it on a whim. i was frightened, but i forged ahead what i was leaving behind was too gruesome to fully comprehend. i still had tissue under my fingernails, and was continuously trying to hide my hands. i didn’t know what was in store for me, but i didn’t really care.
juen
buy, music, harry connick jr., white stripes, dawn landes, time out, fun, to paradise, plane, travel, out,
Kathleen Slattery-Moschkau
He slipped the ticket into my pocket and on the back it said “meet you there”. It was postdated to two years ahead. He was going away and I knew he’d be back.
Teekie
Ticket to heaven is hard to get. Yet so easy to find. Just humble yourself. Do it. Its Fine. Take a breathe and be forgiven.
Jewl
there i was with the ticket. it wasn’t golden, but to me it felt like i was given first class access to the world. every door would now be opened for me, doormen smiling and greeting me. i’d be on the lists that door bitches hold in their hands
Nicholas McCallum
Ive got the golden ticket. I wick it, and stick it, in my pocket. where it stays until the following day when i remember! i just purchased a 160 dollar ticket i don’t really know what to!!!! and what do i do??? I CELEBRATE!!! hell yeah, do me hard. the allgood music festival, is all good and all music. Its all in the moment and all the goodness in my ears. It is the effervescent smell that matches with the sound flowing through the air. The dance that matches the rhythm. The color that highlights black and white. The things that truly matter.
holden moore
on a train, I can go anywhere. The freedom is massive, which makes the decion difficult. Still, the decision is mine to make. Do I leave? I have been thinking abiout it for a long time now. But it is so hard to leave this safety blanket called home.
shannin
u think of ticket u think of cops, i tend to invision a parking ticket, but theres much more to it. a ticket is like a contract, one in which u might not always compromise with
Matthew Hernandez
tickets are offered by police pigs to citizens in order to show superiority and keep everyone living without a spiritual pulse. The police are appointed BY the people, but they abuse the people instead of protecting them. So this is the world.
Penus Toodles
My ticket has expired. It’s no good any more. There’s money gone to waste. How can I ever expect to make it home?
Matthew Leachman
She found the ticket on the ground. It was a ticket for the New York Symphony! She had always wanted to go see them but never had the money. Now she had a way to go after all of this time! God had heard answered her prayers!
Vance D. McClenton
to ride, bought some concert tickets the other day. my first one in at least four years, and i’ll be going by myself. i wonder if i should buy a train ticket. i’ve always wanted to ride the train, and when i think of tickets, i think old school black and white movies where everyone rides on a train…
jmt
I got a ticket last week for speeding. The cop was a huge dick. I was going 6 miles per hour over the speed limit. I have gotten off while going much faster then that. I hate cops in my town.
N.J.H.
a train ticket was sitting on the desk- as if it was waiting for her. Renee took a look at the bathroom door- she could still hear the shower running inside. His voice was singing offkey with the radio.
It was now or never- She might never get another opportunity to escape.
the ticket to the concert wasn’t the correct one for this show. I think a ticket a tacket a green and yelllow backet….ticket ticket ticket…tocket tocket tocket…ticket to the store you ticket into your car and ticket out of park. tickets for parking and parking for tickets such a lovely collection of parking tickets on my wall here in my cell…tickets aren’t just for breakfast any more…you can grind them up and mix them into your margarita…tickets and tequila. tickets n southern comfort…tickets are like crickets only they have an extra tee…and maybe no cee or arrr. that’s all i can think of for tickets except that ticketsylvania is a far away place you need two penns to get there. tickets aren’t just for fun you know, you can collect them until you have a whole book, then you can get it published and perhaps become partially famous for several minutes…meanwhile your parked car gets ticketed and you don’t know what to do when you see the ticket…about six feet long and twelve feet wide…it blocks your view and you don’tknow where to sign it…excuse me officer, did you write this ticket? I would love to see the ticket pad. Oh, you left it on your motorcycle..in that case, i’d like to see your motorcycle. it’s the one on the left, next to the two on the right…look, two of them have parking tickets. who was watching the farm while you were writing tickets to poor defenseless parkers. I mean to take someone who’s trying to make a living and make your living from people who are making theirs seems like a screwy way to make a living. I mean…the pain…the humanity…gad lady…think of what you’ve done here…i mean tickets on cars…tickets in cereal boxes…tickets for sale on e-=bay…tickets in your nostrils….making the flies have to find another way home…how can this be fair…i can’t believe there are any seconds left to write about these fucking tickets…if i had to write like this for an hour, i am sure that i would go crazy…wait…maybe it only takes a minute…would you could you should you give me a ticket if i go over my time…i don’t believe i have because a minute is an incredibly long time…just one minute over though, and you get a ticket. you don’t want to be late…the chalk is on the tire,,,the pad is in his hand…the pen is in the other…he is grinning as he looks at my bumper stickers and he is going to stick it with a ticket. my god is there still time…be safe out there…courage…for the ticket master is punching your ticket right now…the train is leaving the station, the jet is taxiing down the runway…the runway has run way beyond the tracks
Anyone donating blood on thursdays in July at the donor center on Union Street will receive a ticket for free admission and rides at the fair!
i like to get tickets and shove em up yo asshoollic
i go to boston and use ma 15 day credit fo ridin dat thing trainy awthioef wa;lka danuwn i like wakjub tiu dagi raisurhe
Gotta little bitta blue berry yum-yum,
an a nigga never thought that it could taste this gooooooood.
Thank god for the man who put it in my hooooooood.
Its got me singin melodies i never thought i wooooooould.
I’m feelin sorry for the homies that be smokin woooooood.
Drop it down for a playa like yea yea yea yea yea
Im bout to find me a woman and yea yea yea yea yea
finding the way both and i don’t know where it goes i think it’s too much to ask where the seat is it’s small and paper and tells me things where i am and where i’m going to things that i don’t need to know i could go anywere there is one for everywhere and everything it’s given to me by people that know where i am going, but not where i want to go.
A six letter word
I remember the first concert ticket I ever got. It was the most fun I had that year… I try to remember all the details but sadly I cannot. All that pops up in my brain is hating everyone around me..
It’s the big one, the one that’s going to get me out of here. I could feel it pulsating in my hand. Eager, just like myself to hop the train and get out. It had been months since i tasted a new air or breathed a new breath, and there was nothing standing between me and that vitality.
tickets are useful for when you want to go places and you need to travel. You can use tickets to get on a train or bus or other forms of transprt. You can also use tickets when going to an event or place. I absolutely love tickets.
I’ve bought maybe three tickets in my lifetime, all for things I did not enjoy. Those concerts and movies were a waste of time. The one ticket that has been put to good use was given to me for free, as an afterthought, and I didn’t even use it as well as I could have. Take advantage of tickets. They’re edible. Crunchy. Fun to read on the toilet. Whatever man, this word was lame. =/
I have the ticket going to somewhere, but where? do i really want to go there? I love my home, but it doesn’t belong to me anymore. It belongs to strange clothing and dark hair and not to me, blonde and simple. I need a new home because i don’t understand this one anymore.
the ticket to my heart is not a cheap one
it’s strange. we all learn how to order tickets in French at school. Like that, and camping, are the only 2 types of situations you will ever encounter when in France!
I wonder, sometimes, if the educational system isn’t a little wacked out. Our teachers were from the 70’s! Says a lot!
A stub or electronic receipt stating that you are allowed entrance into a certain event because you won, purchased, and so forth. For example, ticket to the movies, concert, football game.
I read a book once about how I could tie my shoes behind my back. They were so wrong and I wanted to kill myself after trying so hard. A person cannot always trust what is written in a book, and I learned this lesson the hard way. Books are often correct but this one was not and I will never trust a book again on how to do something that I have been doing my whole life.
I really dont enjoy the word ticket. I seems that everytime i see this word i owe some sort of money. It is a very harsh sounding word, and prefer to avoid it at almost all costs. Yet when you get a ticket to go see a concert or something that you enjoy then this word quickly takes a turn for the best.
plane, subway paris, new york, concert, bonnaroo, old friends, monteagle, TN
whimsical
memories
scrapbooking
old photographs
willie wonka and the chocolate factory
gate, heavenly mountain,
I got a ticket to go see rattat at the orange peel in asheville.. but i got pink eye so I couldn’t go. No dice, hipster.
i once was a ticket, used in the gutter. for a brief moment in time i really ment something to someone. i was held tightly between a nervous sweaty hand stuffed in a pocket but i was real man i was real
movies are where we use tickets. that’s where i sit next to him and we watch.. and laugh. i think i try to hard to make him laugh. we talk and share things with that very ticket. tickets and movies. i’ve watched so many movies.
Right on this is kinda weird and cought me off gurd. I still dont understand if im doing this right but this is all i got
the last time that i purchased a ticket it was to the show downtown, the matinee. i wasnt to interested int he show itself, but more so in the girl i was taking the theater was broken and tattered
i like tickets
tickets to where? where ever youve got a ticket for
maybe you won it or maybe you bought it
i have a ticket for a festival
leeds festival
i cant wait
im going to see radiohead live (again!)
tickets take you to great places, or maybe bad places, you might get a ticket to go see somebody you dont want to see, or to go to a place you dont really want to go to… hhhm…
tickets take you places, good and bad!
i never had a ticket in my life. until i realized i always had a ticket. a ticket to life, no purchase necaccary.
i was just asked if I had ever had a speeding ticket and if i was a safe driver, my answer was that I have have 15 speeding tickets, so he said I wasn’t a safe driver, but the thing is, I am a safe driver……i just drive fast. Or…faster than him at least. I live in the fast lane.
I bought one and wondered if I’d make it to London in one piece.
As I stood in the airport in Iceland, the halfway point from New York, reading a copy of “get in the van” by Henry Rollins I wondered why security didn’t pull me out of the line.
I looked like shit, hadn’t slept in days and was on my way to join a progressive HardCore punk band in England.
I did, and it was an interesting experience, looking back now nearly 10 years later.
Flying was never a favorite activity of mine.
i bought it on a whim. i was frightened, but i forged ahead what i was leaving behind was too gruesome to fully comprehend. i still had tissue under my fingernails, and was continuously trying to hide my hands. i didn’t know what was in store for me, but i didn’t really care.
buy, music, harry connick jr., white stripes, dawn landes, time out, fun, to paradise, plane, travel, out,
He slipped the ticket into my pocket and on the back it said “meet you there”. It was postdated to two years ahead. He was going away and I knew he’d be back.
Ticket to heaven is hard to get. Yet so easy to find. Just humble yourself. Do it. Its Fine. Take a breathe and be forgiven.
there i was with the ticket. it wasn’t golden, but to me it felt like i was given first class access to the world. every door would now be opened for me, doormen smiling and greeting me. i’d be on the lists that door bitches hold in their hands
Ive got the golden ticket. I wick it, and stick it, in my pocket. where it stays until the following day when i remember! i just purchased a 160 dollar ticket i don’t really know what to!!!! and what do i do??? I CELEBRATE!!! hell yeah, do me hard. the allgood music festival, is all good and all music. Its all in the moment and all the goodness in my ears. It is the effervescent smell that matches with the sound flowing through the air. The dance that matches the rhythm. The color that highlights black and white. The things that truly matter.
on a train, I can go anywhere. The freedom is massive, which makes the decion difficult. Still, the decision is mine to make. Do I leave? I have been thinking abiout it for a long time now. But it is so hard to leave this safety blanket called home.
u think of ticket u think of cops, i tend to invision a parking ticket, but theres much more to it. a ticket is like a contract, one in which u might not always compromise with
tickets are offered by police pigs to citizens in order to show superiority and keep everyone living without a spiritual pulse. The police are appointed BY the people, but they abuse the people instead of protecting them. So this is the world.
My ticket has expired. It’s no good any more. There’s money gone to waste. How can I ever expect to make it home?
She found the ticket on the ground. It was a ticket for the New York Symphony! She had always wanted to go see them but never had the money. Now she had a way to go after all of this time! God had heard answered her prayers!
to ride, bought some concert tickets the other day. my first one in at least four years, and i’ll be going by myself. i wonder if i should buy a train ticket. i’ve always wanted to ride the train, and when i think of tickets, i think old school black and white movies where everyone rides on a train…
I got a ticket last week for speeding. The cop was a huge dick. I was going 6 miles per hour over the speed limit. I have gotten off while going much faster then that. I hate cops in my town.
a train ticket was sitting on the desk- as if it was waiting for her. Renee took a look at the bathroom door- she could still hear the shower running inside. His voice was singing offkey with the radio.
It was now or never- She might never get another opportunity to escape.