My addition to your friends list was like a whirlwind of truth in the tornado alley of lies that is this dreary cosmos. Thank you! Thank you now and a hundred times more for blowing away the trailer park of deception that had haunted my soul, carried away in your cyclonic beauty. Thank you for being my whirlwind.

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..but is it fun?

Thank you for the fav!

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The Bird of the Hermes is my name,
Eating my wings to make me tame.

There are some things I can always count on during a zombie apocalypse: the car won't start, batteries will die at the most critical moment possible, and someone's going to wander off to investigate that "strange noise" by themselves. But there's something else I can count on: you, Thin Air. Yes, your fave of my art has proven that when the undead hordes come knocking down my walls, you'll be right there alongside me, blasting away or revving your chainsaw to defend the stronghold. Thank you my friend. With that in mind, I can sleep easier tonight, knowing that we have a chance for survival.

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..but is it fun?

What happen?
Someone set up us the fave.
We get comment.
Main screen turn on.
It’s you!
How are you thinair?
All your fave are belong to us.
What you say!!!
You have no chance to download.
Make your journal.
Ha ha ha

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..but is it fun?

Cheers for the watch . . . .