Monday, February 25, 2008

Alone in a balloon

My balloon floated high above the sea. It was carried on the wind toward a destination that was known only unto the wind. I bought my ticket days ago. My food ran out yesterday. The old man who I purchased my ticket from said this balloon was my ride to a land of unimaginable wealth, happiness, and women.

I think he lied to me.


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