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If you build it, they will come... FOR YOUR SOUL
On my way to the airport last week, I drove through the farmland that is The Area Between Srahtown and Cincinnati. There is a stoplight in the middle of nowhere, and the corn on either side of the road has grown so that it was much higher than my car and came right up to the sides of the road. As I sat there at the light with no cars around in either direction and the corn closing in around me, I thought, 'I could be eaten by space aliens or the 1919 Chicago White Sox right now and no one would hear me scream.'
srah - Monday, 24 July 2006 - 12:08 PM
Tags: movies, srahtown
Or the children of the corn.