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April 16, 2013

cognitivedissonance:

sleepmurder:

psychedelic-physicist:

Dr. J...





















cognitivedissonance:



sleepmurder:



psychedelic-physicist:



Dr.J. Robert Oppenheimer(Father of the atomic bomb)


Truly the face of a haunted man.



Possibly the most poignant sound byteever.



Eerie.


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I love your tumblr can you please follow me back !!!!!!

Thanks :) Glad you like it! I can’t usually follow anyone as I hit my follow limit from follow backs ages ago but it does seem lately that various people have deleted their blogs so I can in fact follow back. Have a nice day :)

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Published on April 16, 2013 12:11

I love your tumblr can you please follow me back !!!!!!

Thanks :) Glad you like it! I can’t usually follow anyone as I hit my follow limit from follow backs ages ago but it does seem lately that various people have deleted their blogs so I can in fact follow back. Have a nice day :)

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April 15, 2013

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What I really want is for lego to make a game based on my life.

What I really want is for lego to make a game based on my life.

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Published on April 15, 2013 07:29

April 14, 2013

Extract from The Travelling Circus of Lacrimosa

In an instant, the shadows took form. No longer empty pits of darkness, they were silhouettes, thin, featureless shapes, writhing, twisting about the door. With long, exaggerated limbs, splayed in ungainly spasms across the walls, reaching, gripping, kicking at the door, the passage to death, which would not yield to them, they writhed, they jarred. In his heavy, docile mind, a distant echo of fear came clattering clumsily to the fore, and William thought to flee, for those knotted outlines w...

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Published on April 14, 2013 18:48