premonition
One of these days I'm gonna push open the door to my bedroom, touch my nose to the white balloon stuck to the number plate and it's gonna blow up, bang in my face.
And you can take that however you want. It means whatever you want it to mean. It'd be one less thing to worry about I guess, but it'd make me sad.
posted by Fi @ 1:03 am
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2 Comments:
Ahhh balloons. Funny old things are balloons. They do 1 of three things: 1) you keep them lying around, playing with them every so often but eventually they will deflate and die but by then you'll be bored of them anyway 2) You're too careless with them and they pop and you're sad cos they're gone 3) you have one of the cool ones with Helium inside which you inevitably lsoe grip of and they go floating up into the air and land in someone else's garden. Conclusion: balloons never last... get an inflatable beach ball!!!
ah but if you suck out the helium from the helium balloon...you do sacrifice the balloon...but at least you have an amazing voice for a few seconds.
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