monorail

Love can sweep you off your feet and carry you along in a way you’ve never known before. But the ride always ends and you end up feeling lonely and bitter. Wait. It’s not love I’m describing, I’m thinking of a monorail.

_{- Jack Handey. Last Word, Omni Magazine, 1983}

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