Clap, clap, clap and a gasp, "ohhh" as the spirit trickster disappears leaving only ectoplasm and a sulphurous puff of smoke. You certainly had the audience going there.
The misfirings of my beloved/despised mind that conspire to convince me to destroy all have rendered me housebound and led to a solitary life. I am a creature of past, proof, memory and imaginary friends.
Clap, clap, clap and a gasp, "ohhh" as the spirit trickster disappears leaving only ectoplasm and a sulphurous puff of smoke.
ReplyDeleteYou certainly had the audience going there.