Cheers to the passengers and travelers of May! As this is a blog of words, here are some beautiful words for the travelers out there.
One sip of this towns' storm-water runoff would leave you drunk, stoned, high, and diseased for the rest of your life.
To the passed covered in dust, those on the curb soaking wet, and those in the fast lane driving through puddles. Cheers to the passengers aboard The Number 26
Huckleberry Finn floated by St. Louis on his little wooden raft, and nothing bad, or good, or anything in particular happened to him there, besides him just floating by. I hope I just float by and nothing happens to me too, because anytime anything does happen to me it’s almost always the wrong thing.
I woke up on the 26 bus It goes straight to his house 26 is also in his number And in mine Maybe it’s the universe telling me something Maybe it’s just a coincidence But I hope its not His hands reach out When he’s single 9th grade We made out in the movie theatre … Continue reading Passenger’s Story, by Tsuko Johnson
It’s like growing old, you don’t realize it while it’s happening, but one day we all will wake up and look in the mirror and merely notice with sudden surprise- we are old. The surprise is unexpected, but the change is gradual.