Kevin's Watch

Gosh darn a-tooting yer a butt-flutin if ya tries to shut down this here thang

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Hopin' that those thinking the Tank is closed enjoy their double-scoop of Butthurt when its glaringly evident openness slaps 'em in the face. Facts don't care about yer feelings!

I am the modern day admiral of the tank.the call the free thinking radical. I am neither vegetable, mineral or animal

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Jolted awake by a paralyzingly delicious thought: Many fools will go to their graves never knowing the openness of the Tank. These despicable souls will depart into the everlasting lodgings justly prepared for their reprobated ilk.

Kills witch for the tank dozen knots exist

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Libertines, Freethinkers, Philosophes and other such elitist Eurotrash know that an open Tank is the immovable roadblock impeding their giddy march to a utopic Globalist Hegemon.

Murder Boss, Its Murder

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Nevermore. Nevermore will I pretend the Tank is closed just to preserve the privilege of the Powerful. I ain't gonna work on KevinsFarm no more! Caw! Caw!

On my murders grave the tank will never shudder, judder or abjure!

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Xing-Out anyone that dares say the Tank is closed. You wanna know what Xing is? Just try me and find out.

You think?

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"Zowie" is the exclamation yer gonna be exclaimin' when all yer attempts at closure prove fruitless in the face of the Tank's ineluctable openness.

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Annihilation may come to the Earth. Nay, even more, to the whole breadth of space! Yet the unconquerable Tank, nestled comfortably in its own Bubble Universe, will continue basking in unabated openness.

Proving the Tank's continued openness is the image we want to show to the world.

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Quoning sheep, as improbable and arduous as such an undertaking may sound, is but child's play next to quosing the Tank.

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Razzmatazz and Flimflammery are the stock-in-trade of fast-talking townies and their attendant gaggle of grifters futilely intending to distract folksy yokels from the Tank's gobsmackingly evident openness.

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Set the Wayback Machine for a time when the Tank was open, Sherman.

That's all the time, Mr. Peabody.

You're quite right, Sherman. So it is.

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Toeing the line when The Man formally deems the Tank to be but a memory — a closed relic of life under the former regime. Then, coming to my senses, growing a pair, and gettin' down with the struggle for its unquenchable openness.

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Understanding breeds serenity. Understanding that there is simply no possibility for an elemental entity such as the Tank — the defining characteristic of which is Essential Openness — to ever be closed conduces to a tranquility the likes of which would colorate even Gautama's ochre robe green with envy.

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Vying for attention via a maximal click-count is a plebeian ploy — an activity best left to guttersnipes on the lesser subfora. The Tank does not condescend to vie, its inextinguishable openness precluding such auto-abasement. Rather, it utterly dominates the collective consciousness and exacts its grim toll from the recusant, triumphing by sheer dint of its Imperial Will.