http://trainjotting.wordpress.com Wed, 31 Dec 2008 04:06:29 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 http://trainjotting.wordpress.com/about/#comment-4585 Michael Miller Thu, 10 Jan 2008 00:30:54 +0000 #comment-4585 OH, and don't forget my favorites!..the selfish PIGS who spread those legs out, WAY OUT, so their knees make contact with yours, when they sit down next to you...that's always a lot of fun. :( OH, and don’t forget my favorites!..the selfish PIGS who spread those legs out, WAY OUT, so their knees make contact with yours, when they sit down next to you…that’s always a lot of fun.

]]> http://trainjotting.wordpress.com/about/#comment-429 KMB Thu, 10 May 2007 19:44:49 +0000 #comment-429 I like the words of the week I like the words of the week

]]> http://trainjotting.wordpress.com/about/#comment-350 Alex Wed, 25 Apr 2007 12:19:51 +0000 #comment-350 Thank You Thank You

]]> http://trainjotting.wordpress.com/about/#comment-45 ray Wed, 14 Mar 2007 19:37:35 +0000 #comment-45 I see them each morning with their droopy, dull expressions & dim eyes that convey a lumbering selfishness in spite of the lack of activity behind them. The look of forced consciousness (like someone newly awakened from a deep sleep which they were loathe to leave) is temporarily replaced by something less human, more savage as the train comes into the station and they push and jostle each other on the platform like cattle, like swine to slop. When I see the idiot smile of satiated greed on some pig that managed to beat another pig to the last subway seat, it sickens my being. Even worse are the half-lidded, half-asleep faces of the ignorant, as they doze between stations, giving little starts into wakefulness when they tilt sideways from the staggering and lurching of the train. Like pigs, prodded with brands, on the way to the chop block. I see them each morning with their droopy, dull expressions & dim eyes that convey a lumbering selfishness in spite of the lack of activity behind them. The look of forced consciousness (like someone newly awakened from a deep sleep which they were loathe to leave) is temporarily replaced by something less human, more savage as the train comes into the station and they push and jostle each other on the platform like cattle, like swine to slop. When I see the idiot smile of satiated greed on some pig that managed to beat another pig to the last subway seat, it sickens my being. Even worse are the half-lidded, half-asleep faces of the ignorant, as they doze between stations, giving little starts into wakefulness when they tilt sideways from the staggering and lurching of the train. Like pigs, prodded with brands, on the way to the chop block.

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