a-BOMB

don't ask about these ones. this was me having a laugh over junior high times when we did a project together in school. fatima was a bomb and was dressed in a huge black paper circle stapled together with only her head, arms and lower legs sticking out. she read her poem about bombs like that. she had to stand on a chair and had to be helped on and off. this has been a source of amusement to us over the years. i was a worker from chernobyl and that's where my russian accent began.