Do you know what it's like to live 50 feet from a train?
Do you, DO YOU?
Let me fill ya in a little, shall I?
Every thirty minutes or so, while you're dreaming sweet dreams of wheatfields being blown in the wind, or the beach sand between your toes with the sun warming your face,
an earthquake vibrates and rattles your window, and shakes your bed,
while a rocketship in all its glory leaves base from your bedroom.
Every thirty minutes. Every single night.
Think about it...
3 comments:
haha, that's awesome. no one could have put it any better!
the train sucks, but your dreams are so much less complicated than mine are.
great day alive that sucks...i'm so glad you dream about wheatfields and sand ;)
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