The click of the wheels in and the harshness of the early winter air in my lungs was a revitalising way to spend my morning. If only I’d known how this bike ride would end..
It was his first and perhaps his only love. He would sit on the cold platform at Grantham, Derby, Leeds station and admire the wheezing diesel engines, adore the sleek lines of the coaches queued up behind them, dream about taking a 5 series engine to dinner one day, in candlelight, perhaps fish and then some fruit sauce with meat, a good red wine and then, sated, to bed.
David
transport? yeah, I gotta do that to get home. I gotta go across 5 states, and 1,600 miles. What I wouldn’t do to be there right now. It sucks, but that’s life. That’s what everyone’s gotta do to live, transport. You know, drive, fly, boat, bike. Run, hop, skip, jump.
“Fuck!” I swore to myself as I twisted my way through the wave of people, trying to find a way out of the train station and onto the street. Seeing a corner up ahead, I rushed forward, jerking my body forward in a strange half run/half limp manouvere that made me look more beast than man.
Drivng the chunnel versus the swimming channel, if only my postbox weren’t so tiny, I could avoid having to search all my international orders at the ever-striking postal office. Could they be any less efficient? Ah I wonder…
Jan
the bus transports more people every morning from home to work than me. I have nicknames for them, probably not of the kind that I should share with them. Especially not with the guy I call “arm pit delight”.
Thomas
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The ship sailed up into the harbour. It was an overcast day, and only getting worse. THe clouds were thickening. The bosun called out to the crew. “Get her into the bay, this shipment is already late!” Lightning struck the deck, and flames engulfed the ship within sight of port.
Jordan
when i see the word transport i think about the phrase “transported into seventh heaven of delight”
i don’t know why
what kind of vehicle could transport you to such a place anyway?
whatever it is, i want to get on it.
transport my heart to where you are…locate it on a GPS and send it via satellite. i know it will comfort your last few months in Iraq my darling. return back to sender when you get back.
makes me think of the movie transporter. actually trainspotting. what was i thinking. either way, that movie was incredibly overrated. not very good at all. after living with a oxy junkie i know what that life style is like. i dont know. not a good movie
Anonny
some things have power.
some things can take you out of your world.
transport you.
some things, they transport just your mood.
your ideas and focus.
away from where you want them and into a stream of hell.
Jake Degler
first thing that comes to mind is types of transport the common ones being walking, cars, trains etc. then theres skateboards and scooters probably the ugliest froms of transport, a lot of effort for very little distance covered especailly scooters dont go very fast at all do they? skate boards just require too much talent to ride around everywhere and are dam annoying to carry when they cant be ridden like on grass or gravel pretty crappy if you ask me
a place in outer space is where i will be. It is full of grace and cant be limited or contained. i want that place to be me own, to to it is where i belong
Travelling by public transport has always been intriguing to me. We’re usually sitting amongst strangers and yet, how often do we just pass them by? Sometimes I sit and wonder what their lives are like, what they’re thinking of, and what they’re worrying about. I realize that we’re all in such a hurry to get to our a destination. We’re so focused on getting to where we’re going that we don’t really take the time to take in our surroundings.
take me anywhere but here. that’s what transport means for me. it takes me into another world, another place, someplace other than here. transport my body, but transport my soul. transport my thoughts. travel. go. far away. experience. deliver. do something different. never done before. live. and be free.
EM Sal
In 31 months, I’ll be taking the public transport system some place in the UK. I’ll probably get lost and find some incredible place. I’m definitely okay with this.
Transport me to the place where I am loved the most. Please. I would beg if I could, but I am already choking on my guilt, sin, betrayal, worthlessness, and lack of hope. Please.
chain, dna, microbiology, college, finals, i hate finals, especially comprehensive ones. bad teachers, inadequate grades, getting into nursing school. stressful. applications, deadlines, reference letters. old employers and coworkers to write the reference letters. who should i ask to write the letters? what if i don’t get into nursing school, then what will i do with my life? i can’t keep applying and stay in school until i’m old
Chanel
Twelve soldiers were in the transport, going to god knows where in the middle of no-man’s land. The ride was bumpy and everyone was nervous, staring blankly at their hands, their guns, their boots, the floor. They had no idea what lay ahead. Above the rattling of the vehicle, Artie Finkelstein said, “Hey, guys, has anyone seen the pin to this grenade?”
richpee
get me out of here. i wish i was cargo. fuck it i am cargo
couldn make the car go
he stole mykeys
he took my phone
the idiot didnt take my computer
no more drugs
i dont understand this game
this website.. i wonder how long i do this
fuck it i need out
jen
I went out to catch a cab the other day and found that the service was out of order. I began to walk as fast as i could so i could reach my destination on time. This failed after hitting several roadblocks and being unable to reach anyone. I then wanted to grab a bite to eat at the local cafe, where I ran into a lone bus driver.
if i could trasnport anywhere in the world it would be to an island that no one knew about in the middle of the ocean. All I would need is sun block, a knife, a phone to call my mom.
He has the ability to transport me to a state of total bliss – with him, I forget the bills, the stresses and the world. His touch is amazing and his hands are magic … my sweet sweet husband … how Ilvoe him.
transport me to the north. so i can slide down the snow covered hills. i want to lose the feeling in my skin, in my bones. i want to fuck you sweetly while you say love you love you girl.
going places. travel. helpful and convenient. Not something you would appreciate if you live in Toronto and it is called the TTC.
Transport ideas, thoughts, feelings to transport the self. Movement is everything.
ms
the santa maria transported some of christopher columbus’ men. he really sucks for what he did, besides discover america(kinda). people were transported in the titanic. i saw jason statham from transporter filming the movie ‘safe’
kelsey
transport me to the north. i want to slide down the snow covered hills. i want to lose the feeling in my skin, in my bones. i want to fuck you sweetly under blankets and listen to you say love you love you girl.
s
My mind can transport me wherever I want. To my darkest moments, to my deepest places but always, can transport me.
In life, i want my mind to be my partner in travelling cause i know that, wherever i go, It’s gonna make me see things much full and colorful than my lazy eyes could ever make me see.
i’m thinking that somewhere along the line, from here to there, you and i will be together.. whether not physically, but we will.. and it will be the most wonderful, gorgeous, more beautiful than any spring day… when it does.
christina anderson
“You’re asking me if I want to go on a… magic flying carpet ride?” Harry asked, swallowing. Hector just stared back at him, wide-eyed, smiling. “Yep. Exactly.”
Transporting yourself to family can be a challenge during the holiday season. Do you want to ride the bus, train or plane? Can family pick you up or do you have to make your own arrangements? The weather can be a real problem too!
Nadine
I think of Star Trek and how they use the transporter to move people around. And then there’s idea that you can be transported, which takes moving around out of your hands and into someone else’s. Interesting concept. The issue of surrender and personal movement.
Jim
Ugh, transport.
The first thing that comes to my mind is the distance, is how far away you are is the fact that I’ll love to transport star trek style to where you are but that’s so
Cliche and I not only hate that it’s my first thought but hate that I still want you in the first place.
Transport to in to outside space. To a different time, a different place.
I feel as if I don’t belong here. Not even in this year.
No one to call me Dear.
Take me away from this place.
Into Outside Space.
I think every 16 year old feels that a car is not simply a mode of transportation, but the key to freedom. Somewhere along the line, I assumed that concept would fade away and the romanticism of my car would be lost, replaced with a boring image of my car as a ton and a half of metal and fiberglass to get me from A to B.
But it never did. It’s still my key to freedom, without it I go stir crazy even when I have no where to go. It’s also my personal music room, my stress reliever, and my secure escape… Oh, and it gets me around too.
I am in a tranport. transporting through life and honestly wondering where I’ll end up. Tell me, is transport permanet? Is this it? Let’s hope not because I’m tired of almost lovers.
The click of the wheels in and the harshness of the early winter air in my lungs was a revitalising way to spend my morning. If only I’d known how this bike ride would end..
It was his first and perhaps his only love. He would sit on the cold platform at Grantham, Derby, Leeds station and admire the wheezing diesel engines, adore the sleek lines of the coaches queued up behind them, dream about taking a 5 series engine to dinner one day, in candlelight, perhaps fish and then some fruit sauce with meat, a good red wine and then, sated, to bed.
transport? yeah, I gotta do that to get home. I gotta go across 5 states, and 1,600 miles. What I wouldn’t do to be there right now. It sucks, but that’s life. That’s what everyone’s gotta do to live, transport. You know, drive, fly, boat, bike. Run, hop, skip, jump.
“Fuck!” I swore to myself as I twisted my way through the wave of people, trying to find a way out of the train station and onto the street. Seeing a corner up ahead, I rushed forward, jerking my body forward in a strange half run/half limp manouvere that made me look more beast than man.
Drivng the chunnel versus the swimming channel, if only my postbox weren’t so tiny, I could avoid having to search all my international orders at the ever-striking postal office. Could they be any less efficient? Ah I wonder…
the bus transports more people every morning from home to work than me. I have nicknames for them, probably not of the kind that I should share with them. Especially not with the guy I call “arm pit delight”.
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# Features of this Louis Vuitton Bag
# – Monogram canvas, natural cowhide and metallic leather trimmings, microfiber lining
# – One flat inside pocket, one phone pocket
# – Shoulder carry with a comfortable leather flat handle
# – Golden brass pieces
# – Pompons, resin and metal eyelets
# Size: 13″ x 11.8″ x 3.5″
# Product ID: M97015
# This Louis Vuitton bag, a spacious Kalahari GM handbag and in supple Monogram canvas with exotic detailing has an ethnic feel.
# The flap and drawstring closure makes it secure for everyday use.
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The ship sailed up into the harbour. It was an overcast day, and only getting worse. THe clouds were thickening. The bosun called out to the crew. “Get her into the bay, this shipment is already late!” Lightning struck the deck, and flames engulfed the ship within sight of port.
when i see the word transport i think about the phrase “transported into seventh heaven of delight”
i don’t know why
what kind of vehicle could transport you to such a place anyway?
whatever it is, i want to get on it.
Teleport is the best transport.
transport my heart to where you are…locate it on a GPS and send it via satellite. i know it will comfort your last few months in Iraq my darling. return back to sender when you get back.
makes me think of the movie transporter. actually trainspotting. what was i thinking. either way, that movie was incredibly overrated. not very good at all. after living with a oxy junkie i know what that life style is like. i dont know. not a good movie
some things have power.
some things can take you out of your world.
transport you.
some things, they transport just your mood.
your ideas and focus.
away from where you want them and into a stream of hell.
first thing that comes to mind is types of transport the common ones being walking, cars, trains etc. then theres skateboards and scooters probably the ugliest froms of transport, a lot of effort for very little distance covered especailly scooters dont go very fast at all do they? skate boards just require too much talent to ride around everywhere and are dam annoying to carry when they cant be ridden like on grass or gravel pretty crappy if you ask me
a place in outer space is where i will be. It is full of grace and cant be limited or contained. i want that place to be me own, to to it is where i belong
Travelling by public transport has always been intriguing to me. We’re usually sitting amongst strangers and yet, how often do we just pass them by? Sometimes I sit and wonder what their lives are like, what they’re thinking of, and what they’re worrying about. I realize that we’re all in such a hurry to get to our a destination. We’re so focused on getting to where we’re going that we don’t really take the time to take in our surroundings.
take me anywhere but here. that’s what transport means for me. it takes me into another world, another place, someplace other than here. transport my body, but transport my soul. transport my thoughts. travel. go. far away. experience. deliver. do something different. never done before. live. and be free.
In 31 months, I’ll be taking the public transport system some place in the UK. I’ll probably get lost and find some incredible place. I’m definitely okay with this.
Transport me to the place where I am loved the most. Please. I would beg if I could, but I am already choking on my guilt, sin, betrayal, worthlessness, and lack of hope. Please.
chain, dna, microbiology, college, finals, i hate finals, especially comprehensive ones. bad teachers, inadequate grades, getting into nursing school. stressful. applications, deadlines, reference letters. old employers and coworkers to write the reference letters. who should i ask to write the letters? what if i don’t get into nursing school, then what will i do with my life? i can’t keep applying and stay in school until i’m old
Twelve soldiers were in the transport, going to god knows where in the middle of no-man’s land. The ride was bumpy and everyone was nervous, staring blankly at their hands, their guns, their boots, the floor. They had no idea what lay ahead. Above the rattling of the vehicle, Artie Finkelstein said, “Hey, guys, has anyone seen the pin to this grenade?”
get me out of here. i wish i was cargo. fuck it i am cargo
couldn make the car go
he stole mykeys
he took my phone
the idiot didnt take my computer
no more drugs
i dont understand this game
this website.. i wonder how long i do this
fuck it i need out
I went out to catch a cab the other day and found that the service was out of order. I began to walk as fast as i could so i could reach my destination on time. This failed after hitting several roadblocks and being unable to reach anyone. I then wanted to grab a bite to eat at the local cafe, where I ran into a lone bus driver.
is the invisible string.. from me.. to you.
if i could trasnport anywhere in the world it would be to an island that no one knew about in the middle of the ocean. All I would need is sun block, a knife, a phone to call my mom.
He has the ability to transport me to a state of total bliss – with him, I forget the bills, the stresses and the world. His touch is amazing and his hands are magic … my sweet sweet husband … how Ilvoe him.
when I look at a picture of you, my head is filled with memories, and I am transported to a vivid period of you.
transport me to the north. so i can slide down the snow covered hills. i want to lose the feeling in my skin, in my bones. i want to fuck you sweetly while you say love you love you girl.
going places. travel. helpful and convenient. Not something you would appreciate if you live in Toronto and it is called the TTC.
Transport ideas, thoughts, feelings to transport the self. Movement is everything.
the santa maria transported some of christopher columbus’ men. he really sucks for what he did, besides discover america(kinda). people were transported in the titanic. i saw jason statham from transporter filming the movie ‘safe’
transport me to the north. i want to slide down the snow covered hills. i want to lose the feeling in my skin, in my bones. i want to fuck you sweetly under blankets and listen to you say love you love you girl.
My mind can transport me wherever I want. To my darkest moments, to my deepest places but always, can transport me.
In life, i want my mind to be my partner in travelling cause i know that, wherever i go, It’s gonna make me see things much full and colorful than my lazy eyes could ever make me see.
i’m thinking that somewhere along the line, from here to there, you and i will be together.. whether not physically, but we will.. and it will be the most wonderful, gorgeous, more beautiful than any spring day… when it does.
“You’re asking me if I want to go on a… magic flying carpet ride?” Harry asked, swallowing. Hector just stared back at him, wide-eyed, smiling. “Yep. Exactly.”
Harry frowned.
Transporting yourself to family can be a challenge during the holiday season. Do you want to ride the bus, train or plane? Can family pick you up or do you have to make your own arrangements? The weather can be a real problem too!
I think of Star Trek and how they use the transporter to move people around. And then there’s idea that you can be transported, which takes moving around out of your hands and into someone else’s. Interesting concept. The issue of surrender and personal movement.
Ugh, transport.
The first thing that comes to my mind is the distance, is how far away you are is the fact that I’ll love to transport star trek style to where you are but that’s so
Cliche and I not only hate that it’s my first thought but hate that I still want you in the first place.
Transport to in to outside space. To a different time, a different place.
I feel as if I don’t belong here. Not even in this year.
No one to call me Dear.
Take me away from this place.
Into Outside Space.
I think every 16 year old feels that a car is not simply a mode of transportation, but the key to freedom. Somewhere along the line, I assumed that concept would fade away and the romanticism of my car would be lost, replaced with a boring image of my car as a ton and a half of metal and fiberglass to get me from A to B.
But it never did. It’s still my key to freedom, without it I go stir crazy even when I have no where to go. It’s also my personal music room, my stress reliever, and my secure escape… Oh, and it gets me around too.
I am in a tranport. transporting through life and honestly wondering where I’ll end up. Tell me, is transport permanet? Is this it? Let’s hope not because I’m tired of almost lovers.