Monday, June 29, 2009

Next Life

"Will someone please call a surgeon / who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart..." ("Nothing Better" by The Postal Service)

If I had a little more courage, far fewer interests, and a masochistic penchant, I'd be a cardiac surgeon. They say the surgical soul is the pancreas, but for me, it's always been the heart.

Image is in the public domain, from Wikipedia.

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