The Nefarious Exodus
27-06-2004, 00:34
In a universe made of paperclips, ruled by dark-hearted toast, we are all philosophers ploting world conquest, in the name of the glass house on the 13th hill of the cosmic continet, on the grand duke's shoulder.
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