When It Rains, It Pours

A train of thought compendium.I have them every now and then. Or to be more accurate, they have me.

One offs. Shorts. Tales. Parables. Fables. Poems. Haikus (don't ask I have no idea where they crept in). And other, weird... things.

This line has no schedule. No track number. No set destination. hell, there's not even a Queue. Sometimes it's a cable car. Sometimes it's an el. At other times, a space shuttle, taxi, caravan, or a fast moving treadmill. And every now and then, it's a subway, passing through underground caverns littered with cobwebs of thoughts, that haven't seen the light of day for years, that somehow, manages to twist and turn itself into a wagon train, complete with mule teams, on a multidimensional cattle drive. (do you know how hard it is to get a spacesuit on a donkey, or an ox?)

These sporadic ideas pop into my head at the weirdest of times. Some end in the middle. Some end with a fizzle. Some end with a bang, or not at all.

Everything here is fictional, mostly. When it's not, the names have been changed to protect the innocent. And the not-too-guilty.

There arelifethemes throughout. Interpret that as you may and stay or leave accordingly.