They say you can’t go home again, or that  the spirit of an age is something to which one cannot return. Blathering that the age spirit gradually dissipates due to the world’s coming to an end. These pessimistic palookas wouldn’t know an apocalyptic aphorism if it came a knocking six hundred and sixty six times. What we have come to share today will put a spark in every Temporary Autonomous Clone eye in, or around the Quagzerian grid.  Sweet whispers from rollover iMaging Mind Children have brain-dripped the first wysiwyg of a temporalgraphic of the fabling famed Obliteratarium. This breaking iMage result has yet to be vetted, so take it all with a grain of Glitchcraft.