racing gummi worms on the midnite infobahn, i am at peace. melting polysaccharides yearn for exit from the bank parking lot, expressing their enthusiasm with diachronic dribbles.
but how long has the race been going on? i know not. i doubt it's been days, but it very well could have been hours. certainly more than a few minutes; that is for certain.
their colleague, corporate coffee mug, is far ahead of them in the race. how the heck does a coffee mug wind up on the far side of the tracks? it races, that's how. you may not see it moving, but trust me, that sucka is fast