ExpatOilWorker Posted April 27, 2015 Share Posted April 27, 2015 (edited) Along Lumpini Park at the end of Langsuan Road. Edited April 27, 2015 by ExpatOilWorker Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
brewsterbudgen Posted April 27, 2015 Share Posted April 27, 2015 Must be why the BTS is all messed up. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
prospero Posted April 27, 2015 Share Posted April 27, 2015 Also big tree down on Sukhumvit near police HQ. Half of rode shut down. Branches interfering with BTS. Pretty sure current has been turned off. Madness. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
brewsterbudgen Posted April 27, 2015 Share Posted April 27, 2015 BTS just using one track on Silom Line. Chaos! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
berybert Posted April 27, 2015 Share Posted April 27, 2015 A world class city. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post brewsterbudgen Posted April 27, 2015 Popular Post Share Posted April 27, 2015 (edited) A world class city.To be fair, the BTS normally runs very efficiently with far less service disruption than some other "world class" cities. Edited April 27, 2015 by brewsterbudgen 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Torrens54 Posted April 27, 2015 Share Posted April 27, 2015 You had me all excited. Thought you were going to tell us the COST of Power was being reduced. We pay more per unit here in CNX than anywhere in Australia. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
swampdonkey Posted April 27, 2015 Share Posted April 27, 2015 (edited) A world class city. world class post Edited April 27, 2015 by swampdonkey 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Slaps Posted April 28, 2015 Share Posted April 28, 2015 . That looks scary Happy I missed that one . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blackfox Posted April 28, 2015 Share Posted April 28, 2015 (edited) I'm on Silom MRT now. 10 min extra wait. What's the problem??? Have a think of a little country NW of us, and think of their hardship now and in the future. Edited April 28, 2015 by Blackfox 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DLock Posted April 28, 2015 Share Posted April 28, 2015 Damn, imagine being in one of those cars with all those electrical lines on you and around you and not knowing if they are live or not. Kind of scary right there. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mikebell Posted April 28, 2015 Share Posted April 28, 2015 There's nothing poetic about power lines down so hardly literary. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rott Posted April 28, 2015 Share Posted April 28, 2015 Perhaps he just meant that it was well read. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ExpatOilWorker Posted April 28, 2015 Author Share Posted April 28, 2015 There's nothing poetic about power lines down so hardly literary. Power Lines You were electricity running through my veins but the power lines broke now I'm left in the rain; soaked, with only the sound of thunderstorms around, with you nowhere to be found. Power lines Power-lines pulse over-head easy streams by our quiet lives the unarguable benefactors which caress each man they touch soldiers waging war on insurgents with power-lines along the boarder In this narcotic drip submergence we lose our peace in the name of order the egotists shout with their power-line minds thoughtless words of each and every kind At the promise of peace, wise men can see the greatest peace springs from a tap into thee Birds on Power Lines my friends, my friends we are birds on power lines huddled for warmth specks against the grey surrounded by the late october gloom and the steam rising up from the gutters we are restless and sour eyes pointing outward - every step every teensy, solitary step sealed with egg shell footprints womb nostalgia tenderness found in autumn colored flashes, moth-wick sparkles, and fried dandelion blossoms we remember our grandmas knuckles, chipped tiles on the kitchen floor - my dear, my dear we are stray brown tabbies bellowing rumble, ears stripped of fur settled into our corner of the front porch once we were roustabouts; waltzing to the waxing and wane carpeted floors gave way to concrete chill but now the summers seem longer - the smell of cardboard, cinder block walls, and duck pond water stale memories with naked omens we turn to face the chilling draft; tomorrow harping on and on about grey areas while we kick up alley gravel balanced by surface tension - under quilts counting freckles plasma paychecks peddling uphill Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ExpatOilWorker Posted April 28, 2015 Author Share Posted April 28, 2015 Perhaps he just meant that it was well read. We literally have the Spelling Police out patrolling. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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