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Apr 2017
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
Written by
Felix Sladal
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