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Barry walked into the T station on Broadway Street. It was the “Red Line” system there, which he would take until he could connect to the Orange Line station at Downtown Crossing. From there he planned to ride the T all the way down to Forest Hills, where Eileen had said she lived.

He flashed his subway pass to the woman sitting in the small, box-like tollbooth. She barely looked up from her book as he passed her, and descended into the lower levels of the station. Walking over to a nearby bench, he sat down to stretch his legs and wait for the train.

It was then that he noticed something odd. Usually there were posters, maps of the entire T system, and advertisements hung up on the walls of the terminal. However, as he looked around, he could notice none. He got up and walked a little ways down to the other end of the boarding area, looking at the walls as he went. Nothing to see but bleak, dark grey concrete.

A story I heard from my friend's two year old sister.
You gotta wonder where these things come from...

Well...
Theres a bad mermaid who stole his gold,
And put it in a bag and then..
Then...
And then
And then he
And so he and his mom came
And than he put his arm around them
And he marries
And then they
And than they...
They maried and ate food and cookies after dinner.

Two days
An eternity
Two years
An instant
Two hours
The longest of my life.
Mints flavor my breath
As I wait
For the birthday
That will never come.

This was written by my brother. He doesn't have an account, so I'm posting it here.

Two days
An eternity
Two years
An instant
Two hours
The longest of my life.
Mints flavor my breath
As I wait
For the birthday
That will never come.

I grew to like my husband,
And humored his clumsy advances
As an actor on a stage
Preforming
For two people in the audience.

Outside--
Outside the house within my skin--
I was
The shy young wife.
He only saw the outside.
Everybody did
Because that's what was easy to see.
Inside, though--
Inside my mind,
Inside the doors of my home--
I was somebody else.
I was somebody

I have to take a break.
A break from reality.
From class work,
The noisy Gossiping girls.
The loud and rude boys.
From the too informational droning of the teacher.
I just have to let things go
And zone.
Everything floats away
Until there is just me,
And my world.
My wonderful world,
Filled only with things
That I want in it
And
I am the princess.
If I want a prince,