one time i saw a two-headed calf stuffed and in a plexiglass case

so this summer i find this key in the parking lot of a gas station in britt, iowa (few know of the wonders of this magical place). at first i was elated that perhaps i've stumbled upon the key to the city (what good timing! during hobo days!), after recovering from said elation i conclude that it's just someone's lost key. after further investigation i find that the word 'faultless' is written on one side. my first reaction is "right...faultless. like this key can claim no fault....there's fault in everything" and i put the key in my pocket for further ponderance at a later date...of course crushing any hope of the frustrated owner who will in my mind constantly search northwest iowa for his lost key. i really am cynical enough to believe that there's fault in everything. even creation messes itself up every now and then. so i go on believing that i'm right in thinking that the key is just full of itself. but then there's jesus. he had no fault. that's crazy! then there's us; we get to say that we're blameless. jesus was faultless but blameful and made us faultful idiots completely free of blame. that's seriously ridiculous...seriously, we should be ridiculed for this. so this key hangs on my keychain to be a constant ridicule of my sinful nature and clean slate.

just in case you were wondering what that extra key was there for.