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Welcome to Brame's Home.
This is Brame & His Box.
It's a pretty box and he likes it very much. He takes care of it and it takes care of him.
One day the box rattled & gave him a key.
Now he lives at 666 West End Avenue.
He got a lovely message:
"Bits of flesh... floating lazily in the rapidly de-bubbling water.
Tiny red swirls like drops of paint in the water, lazily snaking around the bits....
yes... yes.... GAH."
POETRY!
Feel free to contact Brame at any time for any reason, poetic or otherwise. [Except to kill him. He doesn't like it when people try to kill him or otherwise try to cause him harm.]
Want to surprise me with a message when I sign in? Click here to send a gram.
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