I shouted abuse at my alarm clock yesterday. It just beeped at me.
The images I originally had up were just from online. I've now posted two photos I took myself. Hope you can see them?Very cool, Cried! But your picture doesn't work.
The images I originally had up were just from online. I've now posted two photos I took myself. Hope you can see them?
Yip, you absolutely gotta!See em now! Very cool. Gotta love exploring old buildings.
You know, I assume most people are interested in the past, & old buildings in particular, for similar reasons. For me old buildings, whether looking at them or reading about them, are about several different things; the most important aspect is their ability to unlock my imagination though. It works with other things too e.g. music. This layer that smothers everything, that we call reality; I like to peel it back. It's a gateway really. Some people would probably call it absent minded daydreaming, or even escapism. The world is a fucking mess though; I call it coping.
Old buildings sure kick ass.
Once I was a pirate
A bold and savage pirate
I flew the skull and crossbones and stepped up on the deck
Once I was a camel
A handsome sort of camel
With princesses aboard me and jewels round my neck
Once I was a dancer
And once a necromancer
I even was a Viking
With helmet on my head
I might have been a cat
A gay Brazilian parrot
If someone hadn't wakened me
And pulled me out of bed
I... don't know what that means, Wingman.... --- ...
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Are you going to CRY about it?The past is utterly fascinating sometimes; especially the forgotten, vanishing/vanished past...
But on other matters, I have this coffee cup, mug really, that I'm used to making my coffee in. You know how it is, you just know how much coffee & milk to put in this guy; it's the only mug I really have that's this size...
Just broke the fucking thing!
Nice one Cried...