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idea: punk band called industry plant, all their songs have the same titles as tramp stamps songs except they're actually good

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Some of my cats: An angry old lady, a skittish little fluff ball, and a small piece of the void

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My Personal silly little goober

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My first poetry/writing thing

Subway. 

Today at the subway four people walked in. The sweet old lady who regulars here just because she enjoys the little thing. She doesn’t know when to get on or when to leave. She never has anywhere to go but still comes just for the simple pleasure. Then the bitter old lady walked in. Despite being the same age as the sweet old lady, all of her years made her mean and bitter. She spoke few words and they would always be about the troubles of her life and she didn’t need to because the glares she would give to any unsuspecting passenger who got on her nerves would tell you all you needed to know about her. Yet she rides all the same. Next came the new girl of the town. She did not have the years of experience with life as the ladies before her but she had opportunity. She had just moved into the big city with a college deal but had no idea what course she wanted to major in. She had no idea where any thing was in the city so most of her subway activity was going to random places to explore what they were and try to discover what and where she likes. Finally the young man walked in. He wasn’t nearly as old as the old ladies but not as young as the young women so he considered his days of choosing his future long behind him. He didn’t fall into the two caricatures of the old ladies but rather stayed in the middle. He was by all means considered a normal guy with no stand out qualities. But no one viewed that as a negative and even himself knowing how average he is and that he has already chosen his future, he was fine with it because he was happy with his ordinary life. 

And at the same station they all got off. It would have been so easy to make jabs at each other. The old ladies lostness, the bitter ladies anger, the young woman's ditzy behovior, and the young man's averageness, but, none of them did. They boarded the subway different people, and left as equals.