Monday, June 25, 2007


this morning deep in thought i walked out the front door and turned left to the 7-11 and there they were, hanging like giants in the ocean of the the sky: seven balloons: silent and still and there against the quiet grey of morning, brightly coloured like the tears of a clown.

they look like tears but they are upside down like a satanic cross.  i guess this means they stand for happiness and not sadness and so i grinned.  i was disarmed.



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