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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Hi. I’m Blake Samson, I’m 18, and I work for a project called ‘Project Mauve; Defending The Universe From The Truth Which Must Never Be Known’… probably sounds a bit crazy but believe me, you wouldn’t want to know what we’re protecting you from. I’m supposedly a child genius (dad’s words not mine) and a bit of prodigy (my professor’s) but I just like to think of myself as an ordinary guy with an extraordinary life… after all, how many people can say they’re lucky enough to work alongside one of the most influential prime miniters that our country has ever known? But enough about me, how can I help you?</description><title>Hi I'm Blake</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @younggeniusinthemaking)</generator><link>http://younggeniusinthemaking.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Oh my... *She tilts her head*</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A TARDIS? I’m guessing a type 103 with infusions of type 40? *grins* This is fascinating! You’ve somehow managed to sustain yourself in human form… *studies more closely* truly this is brilliant, you are brilliant, I… *eyes widen in realisation*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You’re the &lt;em&gt;Doctor’s&lt;/em&gt; TARDIS… the man who’s meant to heal, but only brings destruction in his wake… does he feel guilty about what happened? Does he even care? Do you? Do either of you even remember her? *ignores sound of phone beeping, pressing ignore when it beeps again* I’m not leaving until I have an answer to this… why didn’t you save her?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://younggeniusinthemaking.tumblr.com/post/11629372265</link><guid>http://younggeniusinthemaking.tumblr.com/post/11629372265</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2011 19:04:30 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I’d probably say the pen…People say that the written word can be a very powerful weapon and they’re right. Words can make and break people, can change lives, destroy them, inspire them… words can do so much and the written word’s effects can last for generations, preserved on paper… or stone (…or something of that kind) forever. It’s funny really to think that something so seemingly insignficant could hold so much power which, I guess, is why I’d probably choose the pen as my favourite inanimate object… because behind seemingly insignificant things, often lies the greatest strength that man can posess… intelligence.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://younggeniusinthemaking.tumblr.com/post/11494193996</link><guid>http://younggeniusinthemaking.tumblr.com/post/11494193996</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2011 17:30:40 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
