Transport is a method of getting places that really blows the mind when you realise the oppurtunities that are in it that are often over looked. Almost every time I travel somewhere else I meet someone I know, but what would happen if I talked to everyone I didn’t knwo, everyone I sat down nest to, everyone who caught my eye, everyone who made me stop and think. A world of open ends and lost threads awaits anyone on a transport. Any transport. Any time, any where. Sometimes I think of the friends I may have missed out on on my last transport journey and think of the oppurtunities open in my next journey
One day I will transport my soul to another place. A happier place. A place without worries or wants. Angry people or spots. A place I can be free. A place I can be me, without being judged. A place with fudged.
Cortney
to another time and place where everything is different and you can have all the choices and time you want and don’t have to ever worry about losing track of life and/or being horribly hurt or injured in such a way where it’ll be hard to ever have faith or love again and where we could all live and be alive in equal.
Amy
on the buses….it’s nice, to sit, rocking at the very top of a double decker, at the front with that huge window, looking down into the houses, wondering what lives, what trivia and what great happenings occur within those cosy looking, friendly lived in places.
georgie
cars take us wherever we need of want to go, they’re fast and awesome.
Ahmed
when something is moved from one place to the next. a sport for trannies, a train’s port and train is misspelled. When the movers take your things, the transport it. I feel as though i’ve been transported to another world sometimes, when I’m with him. I want to fix this.
Mari
Getting from one place to another by any means possible. Or I guess to move goods/people/pets from one place to another.
Lyn
cars and trains, and boats and plains
we all transport things and ourselfs
sometimes it’s necassary
sometimes it’s bogus
david
I transported the parcel to the locker on the fifth floor like I was ordered. Who was to find it was not part of my mission.
Ninan
going places, moving, a-z, car, bus, train, plane, hovercraft, water, surfing, fun, freedon, travel, desire, dreams, exotic, wonders of the world, history
Transport me elsewhere. Anywhere other than my heart. I’ve grown up, but not enough. I loved you, but I love me more.
MsSheila
everyone transports something at one point or another. i think a lot of people don’t realize it though. think about it, you transport yourself from point a to point b. you transport your things from one room to another. hmm.
Erica
As a pedestrian I hate drivers, as a driver I hate pedestrians but no matter what form of transport everyone hates cyclist – go on, admit it, they’re irritating!
Transport me to somewhere beautiful, like Ireland. I’m so familiar with this place, I long to be somewhere different than here. I want to see the whole world. Transport me anywhere. The journey is the adventure, anyways, and I love adventure. Life is a series
Snoodle
i woke up this morning and i though of using a new mean of transport to my office, it was too hot for me to drive my car, so i used the teloport button beside my bed, i have programed it to send me shaved and bathed.
maguedfarahat
In the morning they got on the train. At night they’d come home. It was normalcy. It meant so little after awhile. Yet they continued it every. Fucking. Day. And he hated it.
Logan
Wish I could drive. It would make getting places so much easier, given that I live in the middle of freakin nowhere. I need a licence first though…
I like transport and travelling. It’s fun to get on the bus and sit at the back so you can see all the different kinds of people that get on after you. Plus, if I’m at the back, then the creepy lady who has wierd conversations with me as if she knows me can’t get me.
She always seems to know when I’m going to catch a bus… I swear she’s following me.
Clearly I am catnip for wierdos.
Transport is the mode of interstellar travel. Perhaps we will find a technology which is non-technological. And make everything we do now seem old.
Bull Slam
Transporting is overrated. I’m fine, right here, with my luke-warm coffee, day old paper and this translucent early Autumn breeze.
Lucas
In space? i just wish i could be everywhere at the same time.
Like hermione when she gets that awesome clock from dumbledore.
Yeah i’m a geek, whatever.
But i’m ok where i’m at right now.
cars
bus
movement
ticket
me
dad
school
tram
train
bike
air
friends
push
pull
doors
cabin
miles
kilometres
metres
length
period of time
time
travel
distance
destination
cool
Anahita
bring me to a place incredible. i want to spend my one life traveling across the world.. possibly to a place thats not real. transport to another time land life. think of the impossible and i want to go there.
kelli Beasley
i wish i could be transported to a completely different world. a world where, for instance, the transport itself would be so different. instead of cars we could have flying saucers!! wouldn’t that be eccentric? i want to live in a very futuristic world. i hope i get there soon.
Rashmi Kamath S
The bus smelt like feet and body odor and I couldn’t help thinking that that someone like you with eyes like starlight and hair like a dark wave belonged anywhere near here. Actually, you really didn’t belong anywhere near me either, with my dreadlocks and stained fingers, all the beauty that I might of had disappeared over the years of not giving a damn about anything or anyone.
‘You’ve been transported to a more stable facility.’
She didn’t quite make sense of them, those words, though she knew she should. Pain racked her system and she heard something beeping in the distance. ‘Shut that damned thing up. It’s so bloody annoying,’ she tried to say aloud, but found she couldn’t move a muscle, not through the burning fire that swept through her veins. even with all of her training and her skills, she was still defenseless and weak in the arms of one who knew how to destroy a creature like her.
Morgan Ashleigh
The day I woke up in a strange place alone at a strange time I knew I had transported to a place I didnt belong a place of insecurity
JaneSays
The way you get to one place or another, by car or any vehicle that moves, takes you anywhere you want to go depending on where you want to go! its fast ahahahah depends who’s at the wheel of course lol.
Her face was changing through time, an unstoppable clock, a transport through centuries.. but that was life, and in your own skin, you are a transporter
it’s a funny thing really.. there’s public transport and private transport.. but usually you transport yourself to get to where you want to go.. travel on an airplane, a boat, a train.. fly swim.. ride a horse.. it’s all getting to where you want to go in the end, and seeing if that place is where you want to be.
Yasmin Bitar
you transport to a world unlike your own, where people can not speak, shall not speak and never will. Banned from using their tounges or lips, they sacrifice such a big thing for something else… something hidden from the casual roamers..
jackie
So & so got on the train going south, was gonna get on a boat going north, was gonna catch a plane going east, was gonna jump the chunnel going under & then was gonna flee into the fields of southern france—but none of that happened.
transport is a word that means to get somewhere. there are different types of transport, such as buses and cars and taxis and bicycles and horses and carriages and limousines and trolleys and wagons and glass elevators and rickshaws and piggy back rides. transport is a very useful thing.
Bethany
Transportation. Makes me think of the metro stations or whatever in New York where everyone uses the subway in the upper east side where all the rich old money families live. Like in gossip girl with Leighton Meester, she’s really pretty and I really liked her in that cobra starship song.
Liz
The locomotive that gets you everywhere, trnnsport to another element of your life, a different journey that you can embark on. The machine that will take you from one point to another.
Off to the moon, where life runs amok. There are cars and buses and people and hovercrafts and ballons and carts and all sorts of moving things all around you on many levels. Sounds familiar. But it cannot be. The moon is far away. Where I live is familiar.
Chris
Cars moving around in circles, shewing on their own tires.
Nina
I was transported to the place you told me to meet you. It was dark and the sun light was scattered through a hole in the roof. I knew this was the sort of place you would choose, but it was frighteningly absurd. Why couldn’t it have been somewhere more comforting to do this terrible deed?
Transport is the way you get to a place when youre sick of your own. fly, be, wherever you are you can leave and go someplace else. transport can be however you make it to be. Tansport can also be in your mind, though your eyes, one smile to another. Go!
Lucy Brownlee
It’s fairly easy to get from point A to point B in today’s world, but still difficult enough that it is troublesome. Things are very happy, because when I want to visit a dear friend, I can just hop on a train or a bus and appear there. But sometimes, they live continents away, and then the logistics become a little messier.
Take me to where you are.
I want to be beside you, watching you sleep. To run my fingers through you hair, across your skin. To look down on you, from a vantage point just a little above your bed. Maybe to be able to put my arms around you again, the way we did when we climbed to the top of the world together.
Before conspirators and get-down-ists came after us, trying to destroy the mood. But still!
Something worth recalling.
I want to be where you are, and I wish…wish that I were.
Transport is a method of getting places that really blows the mind when you realise the oppurtunities that are in it that are often over looked. Almost every time I travel somewhere else I meet someone I know, but what would happen if I talked to everyone I didn’t knwo, everyone I sat down nest to, everyone who caught my eye, everyone who made me stop and think. A world of open ends and lost threads awaits anyone on a transport. Any transport. Any time, any where. Sometimes I think of the friends I may have missed out on on my last transport journey and think of the oppurtunities open in my next journey
One day I will transport my soul to another place. A happier place. A place without worries or wants. Angry people or spots. A place I can be free. A place I can be me, without being judged. A place with fudged.
to another time and place where everything is different and you can have all the choices and time you want and don’t have to ever worry about losing track of life and/or being horribly hurt or injured in such a way where it’ll be hard to ever have faith or love again and where we could all live and be alive in equal.
on the buses….it’s nice, to sit, rocking at the very top of a double decker, at the front with that huge window, looking down into the houses, wondering what lives, what trivia and what great happenings occur within those cosy looking, friendly lived in places.
cars take us wherever we need of want to go, they’re fast and awesome.
when something is moved from one place to the next. a sport for trannies, a train’s port and train is misspelled. When the movers take your things, the transport it. I feel as though i’ve been transported to another world sometimes, when I’m with him. I want to fix this.
Getting from one place to another by any means possible. Or I guess to move goods/people/pets from one place to another.
cars and trains, and boats and plains
we all transport things and ourselfs
sometimes it’s necassary
sometimes it’s bogus
I transported the parcel to the locker on the fifth floor like I was ordered. Who was to find it was not part of my mission.
going places, moving, a-z, car, bus, train, plane, hovercraft, water, surfing, fun, freedon, travel, desire, dreams, exotic, wonders of the world, history
Transport me elsewhere. Anywhere other than my heart. I’ve grown up, but not enough. I loved you, but I love me more.
everyone transports something at one point or another. i think a lot of people don’t realize it though. think about it, you transport yourself from point a to point b. you transport your things from one room to another. hmm.
As a pedestrian I hate drivers, as a driver I hate pedestrians but no matter what form of transport everyone hates cyclist – go on, admit it, they’re irritating!
Transport me to somewhere beautiful, like Ireland. I’m so familiar with this place, I long to be somewhere different than here. I want to see the whole world. Transport me anywhere. The journey is the adventure, anyways, and I love adventure. Life is a series
i woke up this morning and i though of using a new mean of transport to my office, it was too hot for me to drive my car, so i used the teloport button beside my bed, i have programed it to send me shaved and bathed.
In the morning they got on the train. At night they’d come home. It was normalcy. It meant so little after awhile. Yet they continued it every. Fucking. Day. And he hated it.
Wish I could drive. It would make getting places so much easier, given that I live in the middle of freakin nowhere. I need a licence first though…
I like transport and travelling. It’s fun to get on the bus and sit at the back so you can see all the different kinds of people that get on after you. Plus, if I’m at the back, then the creepy lady who has wierd conversations with me as if she knows me can’t get me.
She always seems to know when I’m going to catch a bus… I swear she’s following me.
Clearly I am catnip for wierdos.
Transport is the mode of interstellar travel. Perhaps we will find a technology which is non-technological. And make everything we do now seem old.
Transporting is overrated. I’m fine, right here, with my luke-warm coffee, day old paper and this translucent early Autumn breeze.
In space? i just wish i could be everywhere at the same time.
Like hermione when she gets that awesome clock from dumbledore.
Yeah i’m a geek, whatever.
But i’m ok where i’m at right now.
cars
bus
movement
ticket
me
dad
school
tram
train
bike
air
friends
push
pull
doors
cabin
miles
kilometres
metres
length
period of time
time
travel
distance
destination
cool
bring me to a place incredible. i want to spend my one life traveling across the world.. possibly to a place thats not real. transport to another time land life. think of the impossible and i want to go there.
i wish i could be transported to a completely different world. a world where, for instance, the transport itself would be so different. instead of cars we could have flying saucers!! wouldn’t that be eccentric? i want to live in a very futuristic world. i hope i get there soon.
The bus smelt like feet and body odor and I couldn’t help thinking that that someone like you with eyes like starlight and hair like a dark wave belonged anywhere near here. Actually, you really didn’t belong anywhere near me either, with my dreadlocks and stained fingers, all the beauty that I might of had disappeared over the years of not giving a damn about anything or anyone.
‘You’ve been transported to a more stable facility.’
She didn’t quite make sense of them, those words, though she knew she should. Pain racked her system and she heard something beeping in the distance. ‘Shut that damned thing up. It’s so bloody annoying,’ she tried to say aloud, but found she couldn’t move a muscle, not through the burning fire that swept through her veins. even with all of her training and her skills, she was still defenseless and weak in the arms of one who knew how to destroy a creature like her.
The day I woke up in a strange place alone at a strange time I knew I had transported to a place I didnt belong a place of insecurity
The way you get to one place or another, by car or any vehicle that moves, takes you anywhere you want to go depending on where you want to go! its fast ahahahah depends who’s at the wheel of course lol.
Her face was changing through time, an unstoppable clock, a transport through centuries.. but that was life, and in your own skin, you are a transporter
it’s a funny thing really.. there’s public transport and private transport.. but usually you transport yourself to get to where you want to go.. travel on an airplane, a boat, a train.. fly swim.. ride a horse.. it’s all getting to where you want to go in the end, and seeing if that place is where you want to be.
you transport to a world unlike your own, where people can not speak, shall not speak and never will. Banned from using their tounges or lips, they sacrifice such a big thing for something else… something hidden from the casual roamers..
So & so got on the train going south, was gonna get on a boat going north, was gonna catch a plane going east, was gonna jump the chunnel going under & then was gonna flee into the fields of southern france—but none of that happened.
transport is a word that means to get somewhere. there are different types of transport, such as buses and cars and taxis and bicycles and horses and carriages and limousines and trolleys and wagons and glass elevators and rickshaws and piggy back rides. transport is a very useful thing.
Transportation. Makes me think of the metro stations or whatever in New York where everyone uses the subway in the upper east side where all the rich old money families live. Like in gossip girl with Leighton Meester, she’s really pretty and I really liked her in that cobra starship song.
The locomotive that gets you everywhere, trnnsport to another element of your life, a different journey that you can embark on. The machine that will take you from one point to another.
Off to the moon, where life runs amok. There are cars and buses and people and hovercrafts and ballons and carts and all sorts of moving things all around you on many levels. Sounds familiar. But it cannot be. The moon is far away. Where I live is familiar.
Cars moving around in circles, shewing on their own tires.
I was transported to the place you told me to meet you. It was dark and the sun light was scattered through a hole in the roof. I knew this was the sort of place you would choose, but it was frighteningly absurd. Why couldn’t it have been somewhere more comforting to do this terrible deed?
Transport is the way you get to a place when youre sick of your own. fly, be, wherever you are you can leave and go someplace else. transport can be however you make it to be. Tansport can also be in your mind, though your eyes, one smile to another. Go!
It’s fairly easy to get from point A to point B in today’s world, but still difficult enough that it is troublesome. Things are very happy, because when I want to visit a dear friend, I can just hop on a train or a bus and appear there. But sometimes, they live continents away, and then the logistics become a little messier.
Take me to where you are.
I want to be beside you, watching you sleep. To run my fingers through you hair, across your skin. To look down on you, from a vantage point just a little above your bed. Maybe to be able to put my arms around you again, the way we did when we climbed to the top of the world together.
Before conspirators and get-down-ists came after us, trying to destroy the mood. But still!
Something worth recalling.
I want to be where you are, and I wish…wish that I were.