Someone Please Quantize My Thoughts

I've noticed on my train ride back and forth from Camborne every day that there is a field. Well, there are lots of fields, but this one stands out more than the others. Why? A most pertinent question. In this field there dwells a single cow and a single donkey.

HOW FUCKED UP?

I've named them Charles and Darwin, but I'm not sure which is which yet. Perhaps I shall force them to fight over their preferred names.

In other news, Camborne is like the village of the damned, only I get to leave it every evening. Punk bands should also not be allowed to reside in the same abode because it wrecks relationships apparently.