The transport of such a volatile substance, usually guaranteed at least two other escorts. So, you can imagine my surprise when they informed me I would have to go it alone this time.
Raymond Masters
The music flows throughout my mind, ebbing and flowing. It pushes up against the sides of my brain, swimming in the cerebral fluid, playing with my thoughts and senses. The music is in control. When it finishes, it packs up it’s notes and continues to flow out of my ears, nose, mouth, eyes. The music makes a home in my body.
When in Italy over Spring Break, my friends and I traveled to Venice for the day. We bought our tickets ahead of time and knew that we needed to be at the train station at 4:00pm to catch our train back to Bologna. However, we got lost on the way back to the train station and missed our train.
Deanna
Going to a new country and tryin to live exactly like them. tranporting myself into new relationships and loving new people. transportin my self into different and new styles activities and interests until i find my self.
emma
It’s one of those irreplaceable feelings – to sit on a train and watch the world practically flow by. – To drown people’s conversations in music and just be.
Blaine
i would like to transport myself back to childhood it was a happy time a free time have never been happier
The van with the mattresses on top was only going 30 mph in a 70. Eric wanted to reach out of his Mercedes-Benz E350 and throttle the family man. Didn’t he know there were side roads for this sort of nonsense?
Instead, he passed the redheaded mom in the driver’s seat and blew her a kiss.
I want to be transported into an adventure. Somewhere new and exciting. I want to fight dragons and find dinosaurs and discover a whole new world. And then be transported back home.
Hanna
I want to go places. See things and do things. Transporting myself through thoughts or books is nice, but I want more. I want to transport my life, all over the world. All over thoughts, languages, cultures and dreams of the people of earth. The human conscience.
Going from one place to another, on any means of moving such as walking, running, swimming, or bus or plane or even car. Anyway, it’s getting from one place to another. For any reason, from work to leisure.
Michaela
I wish I could transport across the world in a second. To France. London. China. Italy. Australia. I wish I didn’t have to worry about things like money and time and being old enough. We only live once and everyone deserves to see the world, right? Transport is such a pain at times like these- how I wish it was free, timeless, and for everyone.
Julia
We are always going towards something. Whether something useful or not, we are. We never simply exist where we have been placed.
Morgan
I used a lot of transportation while traveling through Europe. It was quite expensive, but it got me to the places I wanted to go. I love transport. It connects me with family and friends and it is a part of the modern lifestyle. I would not know how to live without it.
Ty W
this makes me think of telepathy or something. that and having a hover craft. or a portal. where you can just go whenever you want. or something that the power rangers would say before an in unison move. TRANSPORT! aha! we fooled you! now we are over here! and they’d all do the fist bump thing. then my more realistic side is like no, stupid – TRAINS and BUSES and CARS. trasportATION. but that’s just boring, so i’ll stick with my PR idea.
courtney
Transport… I can’t think of anything to do with transport right now… Sometimes i think that transportation should just go away for a while. There are so many good things that can come out of a little walk now and then. I wish everyone saw that…
Daniela
Transport. Airport. Airplane. You’ll be flying to London, I’ll be flying to Toronto. You’ll get a connection to Kenya, I’ll get one to Costa Rica.
Adios, amiga.
I love and hate airports…
transport me to a time when everything was wrong,
so I can make up my mind, how to do this better.
things seemed so true in a way I could only hope
and even though I cant regret everything that made me, me
I cant help but hope, imagine, and maybe even dream
of a way to transport to a time when everything was wrong.
I ran into my room, grabbed my bag, and sprinted to the front door. Outside, my space ship was waiting with my new driver. I told him to transport me to Saturn this morning. I hate living on earth. Humans are stupid.
lauren
A transexual transport came over to my office today he was wearing a funny hat I guess you could call it, not really a hat, in any case it was a hat and the transport transexually gave me herpes. I don’t know why I agreed to take the herpes, but I put it on the coat hanger in the closet and made finger sandwiches the day after once I noticed the itching and swelling.
Eferder
Let’s go to the beach. We will all ride in the van. Call you friends and ask if they would like to join us. I hope it’s nice and the surf isn’t to high. Maybe there will be some surfers; they are always fun to watch. I think we can afford to buy some hot dogs and sodas for lunch.
Transport is when you move something from point A to point B. Transport can also be spiritual. A transport from a mind-set, a religion or an emotion. Transport is physical and also about belief.
Jamie
Our thoughts can transport us anywhere. The power of the mind is immense, we can go back in time to recall a moment with just one evocative trigger, or build a whole world from our imagination and travel there.
Books. They’re miracle machines. Bits of ink and paper that can transport you over vast distances, into different universes, across time and space. They carry your consciousness into another, and transport feelings into your dimension to fill your heart and soul. Books: the humans’ most efficient transport.
On the metro listening, contemplating, with my i-pod in. in a car traveling, not knowing where I’m going. on a plane looking out the window watching the world go by beneath me, like ants, insignificant, unassuming. on a bus, people watching, the london tube- the people fascinating, where do they find them? where do they come from?
Emma Winterschladen
i transported myself all over Costa Rica and then Panama. Have you ever looked on a map and had no clue whee to poisition yourself on the map? It was the most invigorating feeling. the transportation system out there is loco man!
GreenTraveler
The boat was sailing, sailing across the ocean, taking the prisoners from one place to the other, trading them, taking them from their homes and selling them, selling them into slavery. It was an awful thought to the families, the mothers getting split from their husbands, the parents from their children, and the siblings from each other.
transport ain’t the best thing that happened, but sure it’s one of the best ideas the the man could had, it’s part of everything we are right know, because it helps to move and exchange ideas, is the best
David Ortega
I transported my luggage to terminal E without the help of any of the men ogling me in the airport. I realize my shirt was riding up and my boobs were sticking out, but does that make men incapable of conscious thought? Well, it sure seemed that way to me.
Margaret
Cars can take you pretty much anywhere you wanna go. Planes can help with that goal as well. There are so many modes of transportation in this day and age that it isn’t even funny. You can literally get anywhere you want to. It’s pretty amazing. I mean really, think about it. Anywhere! Where do you wanna go?
Fletcher
buses and trains and trams and zombie walk. friends, but missing that one that i wanted there. button factory cobbled streets and buskers and photgraphers and that one guy and that group of people and skaters and free runners and
Ciara
buses is what came to mind, sitting high up on the night bus , gliding coos it is gliding at that time, black around and lno sense of the wheels turning. Your sharing with peopl but not sharing, in the space that is the space they have ,together, sort of.
Kate
this is asilly game. A good one an honest one that questions the immediacy of your thinking. and tests you tests you to see what the fuck you wast your time thining about. cause whatver comes up first is the residue of a sticky association.
Caitlyn Orellana
Transport transplant. I’m glad there are eight hours on the train between Charlottesville and New York. It gives me time to fall apart and put myself back together again. Snow turns to sun turns to falling leaves and I’m homeward bound again. Where is home? The train. Perpetual motion is where my heart is.
Paige
All I need is a portal key, to go somewhere else, far far away. Anywhere but here. That will be my only transportation. I would bring my sisters of course, because I couldn’t live without them.
alyssa rae
I wish I could transport to another universe. Get away from all the troubles and pains, just leave and never come back. One day I’ll find a way. Whether it be tomorrow or the next, or 50 years from now, I’ll get out of here. This place we call earth but should be known as hell.
Dragonlady
I wish I could be transported anywhere at any given time. Wouldn’t that be amazing? i mean, one second you’re here…then you’re there….think how cool that would be! A totally usful super power, right? Hahaha, i think yes.
konkid9
I travel a lot, with my father living in HongKOng its become rather compulsory. I adore the city. The transport there is incredible. The air conditioned MTR and the small light buses provide a thrill even now, despite having been using them for over 3 years now.
I think what I like the most about it is the difference between there and London. London wasn’t designed for the amount of people that use the transport but HK was – and thats why it works so much better.
Ali Goul
along the way to the other side of the city, i decided to take the subway train. there i saw a man. a simple man, waiting til he reached his destination. what i saw on his face was a mixture of hope and anxiety,
The transport of such a volatile substance, usually guaranteed at least two other escorts. So, you can imagine my surprise when they informed me I would have to go it alone this time.
The music flows throughout my mind, ebbing and flowing. It pushes up against the sides of my brain, swimming in the cerebral fluid, playing with my thoughts and senses. The music is in control. When it finishes, it packs up it’s notes and continues to flow out of my ears, nose, mouth, eyes. The music makes a home in my body.
When in Italy over Spring Break, my friends and I traveled to Venice for the day. We bought our tickets ahead of time and knew that we needed to be at the train station at 4:00pm to catch our train back to Bologna. However, we got lost on the way back to the train station and missed our train.
Going to a new country and tryin to live exactly like them. tranporting myself into new relationships and loving new people. transportin my self into different and new styles activities and interests until i find my self.
It’s one of those irreplaceable feelings – to sit on a train and watch the world practically flow by. – To drown people’s conversations in music and just be.
i would like to transport myself back to childhood it was a happy time a free time have never been happier
The van with the mattresses on top was only going 30 mph in a 70. Eric wanted to reach out of his Mercedes-Benz E350 and throttle the family man. Didn’t he know there were side roads for this sort of nonsense?
Instead, he passed the redheaded mom in the driver’s seat and blew her a kiss.
I want to be transported into an adventure. Somewhere new and exciting. I want to fight dragons and find dinosaurs and discover a whole new world. And then be transported back home.
I want to go places. See things and do things. Transporting myself through thoughts or books is nice, but I want more. I want to transport my life, all over the world. All over thoughts, languages, cultures and dreams of the people of earth. The human conscience.
Going from one place to another, on any means of moving such as walking, running, swimming, or bus or plane or even car. Anyway, it’s getting from one place to another. For any reason, from work to leisure.
I wish I could transport across the world in a second. To France. London. China. Italy. Australia. I wish I didn’t have to worry about things like money and time and being old enough. We only live once and everyone deserves to see the world, right? Transport is such a pain at times like these- how I wish it was free, timeless, and for everyone.
We are always going towards something. Whether something useful or not, we are. We never simply exist where we have been placed.
I used a lot of transportation while traveling through Europe. It was quite expensive, but it got me to the places I wanted to go. I love transport. It connects me with family and friends and it is a part of the modern lifestyle. I would not know how to live without it.
this makes me think of telepathy or something. that and having a hover craft. or a portal. where you can just go whenever you want. or something that the power rangers would say before an in unison move. TRANSPORT! aha! we fooled you! now we are over here! and they’d all do the fist bump thing. then my more realistic side is like no, stupid – TRAINS and BUSES and CARS. trasportATION. but that’s just boring, so i’ll stick with my PR idea.
Transport… I can’t think of anything to do with transport right now… Sometimes i think that transportation should just go away for a while. There are so many good things that can come out of a little walk now and then. I wish everyone saw that…
Transport. Airport. Airplane. You’ll be flying to London, I’ll be flying to Toronto. You’ll get a connection to Kenya, I’ll get one to Costa Rica.
Adios, amiga.
I love and hate airports…
transport me to a time when everything was wrong,
so I can make up my mind, how to do this better.
things seemed so true in a way I could only hope
and even though I cant regret everything that made me, me
I cant help but hope, imagine, and maybe even dream
of a way to transport to a time when everything was wrong.
I ran into my room, grabbed my bag, and sprinted to the front door. Outside, my space ship was waiting with my new driver. I told him to transport me to Saturn this morning. I hate living on earth. Humans are stupid.
A transexual transport came over to my office today he was wearing a funny hat I guess you could call it, not really a hat, in any case it was a hat and the transport transexually gave me herpes. I don’t know why I agreed to take the herpes, but I put it on the coat hanger in the closet and made finger sandwiches the day after once I noticed the itching and swelling.
Let’s go to the beach. We will all ride in the van. Call you friends and ask if they would like to join us. I hope it’s nice and the surf isn’t to high. Maybe there will be some surfers; they are always fun to watch. I think we can afford to buy some hot dogs and sodas for lunch.
moving vehicles. buses. cars. planes. bikes. scooters. longboards. skateboards. walking. running. subway. train.
Transport is when you move something from point A to point B. Transport can also be spiritual. A transport from a mind-set, a religion or an emotion. Transport is physical and also about belief.
Our thoughts can transport us anywhere. The power of the mind is immense, we can go back in time to recall a moment with just one evocative trigger, or build a whole world from our imagination and travel there.
Books. They’re miracle machines. Bits of ink and paper that can transport you over vast distances, into different universes, across time and space. They carry your consciousness into another, and transport feelings into your dimension to fill your heart and soul. Books: the humans’ most efficient transport.
Beam me up, Scotty.
On the metro listening, contemplating, with my i-pod in. in a car traveling, not knowing where I’m going. on a plane looking out the window watching the world go by beneath me, like ants, insignificant, unassuming. on a bus, people watching, the london tube- the people fascinating, where do they find them? where do they come from?
i transported myself all over Costa Rica and then Panama. Have you ever looked on a map and had no clue whee to poisition yourself on the map? It was the most invigorating feeling. the transportation system out there is loco man!
The boat was sailing, sailing across the ocean, taking the prisoners from one place to the other, trading them, taking them from their homes and selling them, selling them into slavery. It was an awful thought to the families, the mothers getting split from their husbands, the parents from their children, and the siblings from each other.
transport ain’t the best thing that happened, but sure it’s one of the best ideas the the man could had, it’s part of everything we are right know, because it helps to move and exchange ideas, is the best
I transported my luggage to terminal E without the help of any of the men ogling me in the airport. I realize my shirt was riding up and my boobs were sticking out, but does that make men incapable of conscious thought? Well, it sure seemed that way to me.
Cars can take you pretty much anywhere you wanna go. Planes can help with that goal as well. There are so many modes of transportation in this day and age that it isn’t even funny. You can literally get anywhere you want to. It’s pretty amazing. I mean really, think about it. Anywhere! Where do you wanna go?
buses and trains and trams and zombie walk. friends, but missing that one that i wanted there. button factory cobbled streets and buskers and photgraphers and that one guy and that group of people and skaters and free runners and
buses is what came to mind, sitting high up on the night bus , gliding coos it is gliding at that time, black around and lno sense of the wheels turning. Your sharing with peopl but not sharing, in the space that is the space they have ,together, sort of.
this is asilly game. A good one an honest one that questions the immediacy of your thinking. and tests you tests you to see what the fuck you wast your time thining about. cause whatver comes up first is the residue of a sticky association.
Transport transplant. I’m glad there are eight hours on the train between Charlottesville and New York. It gives me time to fall apart and put myself back together again. Snow turns to sun turns to falling leaves and I’m homeward bound again. Where is home? The train. Perpetual motion is where my heart is.
All I need is a portal key, to go somewhere else, far far away. Anywhere but here. That will be my only transportation. I would bring my sisters of course, because I couldn’t live without them.
I wish I could transport to another universe. Get away from all the troubles and pains, just leave and never come back. One day I’ll find a way. Whether it be tomorrow or the next, or 50 years from now, I’ll get out of here. This place we call earth but should be known as hell.
I wish I could be transported anywhere at any given time. Wouldn’t that be amazing? i mean, one second you’re here…then you’re there….think how cool that would be! A totally usful super power, right? Hahaha, i think yes.
I travel a lot, with my father living in HongKOng its become rather compulsory. I adore the city. The transport there is incredible. The air conditioned MTR and the small light buses provide a thrill even now, despite having been using them for over 3 years now.
I think what I like the most about it is the difference between there and London. London wasn’t designed for the amount of people that use the transport but HK was – and thats why it works so much better.
along the way to the other side of the city, i decided to take the subway train. there i saw a man. a simple man, waiting til he reached his destination. what i saw on his face was a mixture of hope and anxiety,