Someone told him that life was this train track. Depressingly linear. No room for inconsistency or deviation. A straight ride from two points. In disagreement he split the rail in to two, one leading east and the other west, and as the train came to the intersection, it derailed and ran itself off a cliff, effectively ending the metaphor.
posted by seg at 3:34 PM
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This one I think I like the most. The extended metaphor breaks itself...it's like a self-aware poem.
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