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hide away, they say, 'cos we don't want your broken parts
Yeah, so...remember that thing I was recovering from? You know, last year ? Yeah. I did it again. So this is Em Faw Down Go Boom part ...
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Fire's high and the airbag's tight, Food's low but the skies are bright. Props spinning all through the night, ...we're low ...
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Sometimes, playing Echo Bazaar ends up a uniquely trippy experience: A dream about a corridor lined with brass mirrors In the dream, the mi...
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Thanks again for this post.
You're welcome? :)
To the spammer who lacked the bravery even to come in with a fake name: your comment is gone. No, I will not be pimping whatever it was to my readers. Long walk, short pier, fall off the nearest cliff, I care not--just don't do it here.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA--
To the Turkish spammer who came in under the oh-so-original name of "Unknown" who thinks I'm interested in buying followers--boy, are you barking up all the wrong trees. I do not care. I did not start the Train Wreck for popularity. Sure, I'd love to get paid for what I do here--wouldn't anyone--but I do not care enough to watch numbers and stress over it. I write what I want. I am responsible to me. That is plenty.
So again, go join the spammer in the previous comment. You're not wanted here.
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