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Dusk glow illuminates the skeletons in the belly of this hydraulic whale of a robot. There has been a rhythmic squeak drilling into my brain non stop these past five hours. Oh mercy me I would **** for some oil.
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Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
Bus life blues
Dusk glow illuminates the skeletons in the belly of this hydraulic whale of a robot. There has been a rhythmic squeak drilling into my brain non stop these past five hours. Oh mercy me I would **** for some oil.
April 2016
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Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
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