A Romantic Death
May 13, 2013 § 18 Comments
I try and envision a romantic death.
The way I’d like to die.
I know coffee and 1000 red balloons must be involved.
“She passed away in the early hours of the morning, after having ingested 75,000 cups of coffee— she wasn’t thinking sanely, so when she grabbed onto her ride of 1000 Red Balloons, her body so full of toxic liquid was more than the balloons could carry. As she splattered across the cement, words of poetic brilliance flooded the streets making everyone break out into happy bursts of joyous song. It was a tragic death indeed. She will be known always, as the Poetess who drank 75,000 cups of coffee and became too heavy for even 1000 Red Balloons.“
Yes! What a romantic death indeed.
Me and my 1000 Red Balloons.