mr. broucek, ordinary chap he pays his taxes works 40 hours enjoys television with a cold beer eats frozen meals mostly alone, but shares his bed when he can. last thursday, he'd had a few and fell asleep early to find the next morning his bed on the moon, of all places glowing in a deep crater, and... Sign in to see full entry.
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Come take a drill to my head, watch the bits of bone and flesh and brain spiral into a dizzy mist Watch the mist settle on everything around you, the first snow of the year.
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