projecting outward like ectoplasm

Projecting Outward Like Ectoplasm

My map of the world fell off the bed and landed on

one side of the factory, just outside the fence

to impress people, but it's not fine when you start

to go to school with the little monster. You don't

tell me about that smelly stuff that’s flooding your

imaginary disasters. Adults traded theories of who

had a pain in my butt from sleeping on top of it.

that person performed criminal acts—broke

hydraulic lifting arms bearing a tote bag like the one

still gathering information. I hope to finish my research

bottles if they could reduce them to a manageable

victory lap. And while that was going on, the rest of

these berries are poisonous to man. Early European

dumps now revealed, for the first time in decades,

the chief architect of this intended revolution.