Tumblr is basically the flooded wwi shellhole we all come to huddle in. No one likes it but its better than standing in view of the snipers (twitter). Every once and a while someone gets a package from home and we all get a chunk of stale and slightly muddy sponge cake to nibble on.
“You got a blorbo back home, Sarge? A meow-meow? A special little guy?”
“Yeah…” [removes tattered photo from breast pocket]
“That’s nice. Really pathetic. Looks like a drowned kitten.”
“Yeah.”
“You’ll see ‘em again. Another network will pick up the show.”
[they smoke in silence]
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