The last entry got eaten by cylons. Hungry cylons. Rollin’ round the hood in their Raiders with their spinning rims and hydrolics. Flashin’ their bling and seducing all the bitches with their red stare and syren voices callin’ out monotonicly… By your command. Such bottoms pimpin their warez.

I had a thought. It got scared and ran away.

It’s been almost 6 months and the wounds are healing but the scars remain. Still broken just not as bad as it was. It’s been far easier to be MIA taking solace in the quiet moments of my life as retribution for the chaos imposed on it.

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