One morning at the train station I saw this balloon, slowly moving around in a corner, all alone. I snapped a picture and moved on, a sheep in the herd moving from point A to B every morning. In the afternoon the balloon was gone. I'm still ashamed I didn't save it...
3 comments:
You should be ashamed. But then again, maybe it was some sort of smart terrorist that would have jumped you in the dead of night to suffocate you in the name of McDonald’s…
"How can something so cute be so dangerous"…
or some dumb-ass copy-cat who saw american beaty one too many times and planted it there with no shame in his body. you should ignore the balloon for the rest of your life.
misstv: Do you have ANY idea...how many signet rings there are on this blog?
mistlur: Man måste inte kommentera på engelska. Och det var en plastpåse. Suckah.
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