so the ball of blue fire that came out of the telephone in our kitchen during an intense thunderstorm, dancing across the room, knocking my mother ass-over-teakettle before grounding itself in the clock on the stove (ruining it) was JUST something i hallucinated?
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so the ball of blue fire that came out of the telephone in our kitchen during an intense thunderstorm, dancing across the room, knocking my mother ass-over-teakettle before grounding itself in the clock on the stove (ruining it) was JUST something i hallucinated?
Moody Blues, for the win.