Train to Nowhere.

Ever since they installed all those awful airport x-rays I no longer fly.  They're just so invasive.  Honey, if you want to see all up inside me you gotta pay first.  Besides, I'm not paying extra just to bring my pet crocodile Mittens along.  Bunch of money grubbers.  Anyways, Mistress Violet Strychnine here with another spinal injection of filth.  Nowadays, I only travel by train.  I love the ones with the vinyl seats that shake when you put a quarter in the slot.  Yeah you know, and ones that serve steak tartare and rattlesnake for lunch.  Afternoon wolfsbane tea and finger sandwiches (so long as they remove the finger nails).  Travel should be interesting and sometimes slightly dangerous.  I like a train to have a nice brooding, mysterious feel to it.  Not unlike the train in the 1980 film Terror Train starring scream queen Jamie Lee Curtis.  What do you get when you put a bunch of dumbshit fratboy college students and a killer on the same train?  Justice?  Hilarity?  A great slasher film is what.  Oh, and Jamie shows that she's still got the screams that pays the bills.  Only 17 days left my vicious little vipers.  Mwah. xoxo