I was standing on the street corner
The little girl beside me was holding her mothers hand
In her other hand was a balloon
The little girl was looking at the balloon and smiling
Then suddenly the wind blew
And balloon left her hand
She tried to grab it
But it was gone
She started to cry
I looked up and watched the balloon
As it lifted up into the sky
The girl was crying harder now
I started to walk, then run slowly
I suddenly had the urge to follow the balloon
I was running down the side walk
I crossed several streets and ran onwards
The balloon always in my sight
It went up
It went down
It just kept flying
Like it knew where it was going
I followed
Soon I was out of the city limits
Running thru fields and jumping fences
At one point I jumped on a horse
Following the balloon
A boat
A truck
Whatever means necessary
I followed
Thru forests
Across deserts
Over mountains
For how long I followed I don’t know
When I thought the balloon would never land
It finally did
I came over the hill
Where I was I did not know
But as I crested the hill
I saw to my amazement
A valley
A deep beautiful valley
Full of balloons
Acres of them
Balloons of every shape and every color
Acres and Acres of lost balloons
The balloon grave yard
I had found it
This is where every balloon that had ever been released came to rest
I sat exhausted
I stared at all the balloons
Their silence and beauty was awe inspiring
Then I looked down and saw safety pin in the dirt
And I picked it up
I smiled and looked at the balloons
It took me several days
But I got them all
Every single last one of them
Pop Pop Pop Pop
And I swore that I would return and find that little girl
And tell her that I found her balloon
And killed it for her
Because it broke free
And caused her to cry
I expect her mother will give me a reward
Maybe some money
Or they will invite me into their house
And we’ll have some juice and cookies
And after the mother tucks in the little girl to sleep
We’ll do the sexy in their screened gazebo

Being a grave digger isn’t all that bad
I work alone
I do my thing
I wait until the last of the grievers have left
Then I go to the grave
But before I start filling it in
I like to go down and open the coffin
And talk to the person
I like to sit and explain
About how it’s going to get really dark and quiet
But that I’ll be around
I sometimes stroke their hair
Or hold their hands
I don’t kiss them or anything
That would be weird
Then before I close up the coffin
I take all their jewelry and gold in their teeth
They don’t need it
They’re dead
Andy gives me cash for it all down at the pawn shop
So I’ve got a good thing going

It isn’t the physical act of sex that I find so exhilarating
It’s secret filming, editing and distributing
To strangers on the web that I love the most