I Must Follow Mars

I am tired and torn. When I close my eyes, I see a man making faces. Popping his eyes out. Contorting his tongue. One eye brow up. He is old. Black hair. He is trying to funny. But his face leaves me with such a strangeness that I can’t sleep. On Friday, things fell apart....

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