My brains gone rogue. Phot-Bot has driven yet another nail in the proverbial coffin and I feel a massive sense of impending doom, out of nowhere. When I was 12 years old I watched missile traces rain hell into Bagdhad; opertation desert storm I think it was called. This is the inside of my mind today...
Most likely the only post of the day, in my weakened drive to reach the ten thousandth henchman.
no kudos. no emoticons. no tweeting. no lights. no music.
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