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I'm staring at a picture I took some years ago. It's of an old rolls royce, rusted out almost completely, but with enough white paint left to remain rather stately. The front end is lifted into the air by a similarly rusty oil barrel. Directly behind it, a palm tree is blowing in the wind. Directly in front of the grill, an emaciated tan cow stands, head turned to look at me, a mouthful of grass between its lips, and it's ass facing the camera in a not-so-suggestive fashion. A white five gallon bucket in the foreground and an array of low palms in the background complete the picture.

So I don't have much to say and decided to describe the nearest thing on my desk - a random pic from a Barbados trip. Just above the photo is a bottle of ink for my pen. Next to the inky black are two stickers, yellow with black text that read only: BREAKDANCER.

That is all for now.