I Refuse To Ride The Train Because At Little Five Points There Were Black Boxes On The Westbound Train Tracks To The Left And To The Right. While Waiting A Whole Lot Of Marta Staff Came Out Walking Around For Some Strange Reason. AND THE UNDERSTOOD WHERE A REAL SOUL WAS SAVED NOW HAS SOMETHING FROM A TOMB OR PYRAMID IN THE SHAPE OF A WAOMAN. It Looks Like A Ghost Town In Underground Atlanta. I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO AFFILATIONS. I AM THE SAME WOMAN WHO HAD DINNER AT THAT EXTREMELY NICE RESTAURANT INSIDE THE UNDERSTOOD. I DELICIOUS MASH POTATOES AND MEATLOAF THAT NIGHT WITH MY COLLEAGUES/CO-WORKERS.
