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Incomplete thoughts on a non-stop moving train to California. Not enough paper, my pencil has broken for the last time. I'm running out of room to write things down running out of time to get it done. There is a deadline around every corner around every bend. The bridge travels over the ground that is positioned to hold water which flows south. I ran fast to hop on this non-stop train fast to avoid the charge of the ticket. Now it wouldnt slow down enough for me to jump off, not that I'm even sure that is what I would want to do. I am enjoying the scenery of the landscape passing, the the tagged walls I see passing through towns. If I only had a pen or the ability to take a picture, maybe then I could record how I feel. If it were only fifty years ago then maybe I could take a train everywhere.