Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Death Be Not Proud

Sometimes when I'm on my way to work, I get delayed for several minutes at a railroad crossing. At first I get mad. And then I imagine that the traincars are filled with peas, trundling towards their doom in the mouth of a recalcitrant toddler. Godspeed, little peatrain. Godspeed.

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