Placeholder: [bokeh] Tank Girl peers out across the blasted desert landscape, her aviator shades shielding her eyes from the blinding glare of sun on sand. The weirder the better, as strange vistas stretch all around under the bleached blue sky. It gets worse every year. They always want something new. Bigger monsters. Odder outsiders eking out survival in the wastes. You dig deeper into my dreams. You feel it, you know... whatever I draw... You know you can stop it... You won't stop it. You live through you [bokeh] Tank Girl peers out across the blasted desert landscape, her aviator shades shielding her eyes from the blinding glare of sun on sand. The weirder the better, as strange vistas stretch all around under the bleached blue sky. It gets worse every year. They always want something new. Bigger monsters. Odder outsiders eking out survival in the wastes. You dig deeper into my dreams. You feel it, you know... whatever I draw... You know you can stop it... You won't stop it. You live through you

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[bokeh] Tank Girl peers out across the blasted desert landscape, her aviator shades shielding her eyes from the blinding glare of sun on sand. The weirder the better, as strange vistas stretch all around under the bleached blue sky. It gets worse every year. They always want something new. Bigger monsters. Odder outsiders eking out survival in the wastes. You dig deeper into my dreams. You feel it, you know... whatever I draw... You know you can stop it... You won't stop it. You live through you

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