I own the journey between Baltimore and Manhattan, the space and the time of it. From the train, I gaze into secret spaces: bedroom windows, crumbling factories, tree-lined creeks. It is all mine. I nibble a cookie and watch the orange moon rise. It casts no light but reflects on black water.
05.14.2006
Acela
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I want a cookie.
i want a cookie too!! I saw that orange moon last night too--it was huge and beautiful!!!
Edit this down a bit, David and you will be giving Basho Derfner a run for his 17-syllable money
Are these cookies complementary with the train ride? I think that would bring about the revival of rail travel completely.
Vampires cast no light, neither do they reflect. But they do nibble.
That's fascinating! I happen to own the 13 drive from Fairfield to Batavia. There's basically nothing there, but I own it.
Er, that's 13 *mile* drive.
Faustus and Mother: This is an unholy alliance of cookies.
Campbell: I would like to write a famous no-syllable poem.
Jen: Sadly, no. If you get a business class ticket, you get free small cans of soda, however. Whoopee.
Crash: Exactly what are you implying, zombie boy?
Goblinbox: I'd like to see your deed.
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