Bugdom returns! A swift kick in the beta-traced alcove rocks my world, and my dream release is twofold: One of Mrs. Booras's 5th grade class, and one of a crow perched on a tree, looking through a window into Mrs. Booras's 5th grade class.
I named the crow Sunshine, And in that moment I saw rags upon rags upon rags falling from the flickering lights.
Greg told me to stop believing in everything. Greg told me ghosts weren't real, but he'll see. I'll ***** him up.