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Trains.
Rail Roads Train tunnels. Long trains, short trains, big trains, small trains.Its 3:59 and I just got on the train headed for NYC. Big day for me, I left the house.There is apple juice seaping from my bag and my hands are sticky from this mornings jelly sandwich. I am getting dizzy from watching the tree's fly by. Alice your just going to have to wait until tomorow. I am having a bit of a rough go here. SO here I am. Sitting on this great big train on this very small seat. Theres to many bags and not enough handles. I wish this notebook had pockets. Small pockets to stuff secerets into.. so when my head gets full I could stuff them all in there and no one would ever know. You know.. I think tomorow I will send flowers to myself and pretend its spring. I am rambling. Today will be ramble day.. officially and throurally ramble day.My hair is dirty again. I hope no one notices. Leaky bags, sticky hands, dirty hair and and enough dizzy to cure a carasel. Hoboken. My stop.I lied. But we are almost near Secaucus. I can almost taste New York. I think tonight, yes tonight. Wait no.. scratch that. Reverse it. Tomorow. Tomorow i'll ride the F train to brooklyn and back. Sip some juice and eat some crackers until I am crumbly and sticky and full of subway dust.The Rats will have a feast! as they eat I will just sit there and wait for somthing brilliant to happen. Two more stops. Two more rats.My mouth is dry and New York is just around the bend. All the tree's have bags in them. Stripped like times square. Garbage garland. Great big shiny bags. Blue, gray, green, gold, purple, orange and white. Garbage streamers, Bag kites. Billowing bonless bag kites.
Three rats and counting.Welcome to NY.
