... a daily chore that laSted a year. Everyday it was like I never actually slept, but went back in time to the day before. A course that never wavered, yet had no destination in sight. It seemed since I gain my legs and became half machine, my body soon followed. I was machine made for one purpose, and that was to work endlessly until I broke beyond repair, and was promptly discarded
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sucks!!!!! and u say mine do oooohhhhhh......... u r so wrong idiot
Dec 4th
'Tis the price of work without end...
Dec 4th
The fine print is always a booger....
Dec 4th
I love the details in this episode.
Dec 4th
Can't shake the devils hand and say you are only kidding.
Dec 4th