Wednesday, December 22, 2010


Sometimes I wish I could stick to the underside of clouds.

I'd sit and smile and wave at people below me.
Sometimes I might drop stuff on them, but they wouldn't be able to do anything because I'd be too far away.
If they tried to throw something up at me, I'd move up to a higher cloud and laugh.
It would be amazing.

Until it rained. Then it would be terrible.

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