die, richard dawkins, die
posted by schottkey at 12:38
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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- Name: schottkey
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Thinking of the other's dreams, of corridors winding in upon themselves, muted tints of ancient carpet . . . An old man, a head made of jewels, a taut pale face with eyes that were mirrors . . . And a beach in the wind and dark.
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5 Comments:
haha!!! perfect!
Ωχ! Αυτό είναι κορυφαίο! Και το σλόγκαν σου και η εφαρμογή!
:)
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Be my hero! (I dare you)
http://www.cpbintegrated.com/theherofactory/
Well, I became your hero. Actually, I turned to a jedi- but that’s just a detail, I guess..
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