Ramble -0.

You get 3 more and then that's it, I'm off to bed.



These crops looked so exotic that I just had to save them on the little disk until I got home. I love when 'arty' people chuck 'exotic' things all over their houses. That's what I will do when I 'have' a house. Meaning rent, not make love to. I could go on but I have come across yet another formula that I know is utter crap.



This spooky outhouse bunker is mostly bricked up save for the tiny square window holes. I never holes be square in my head, I mean, in my head I do not allow a hole to be anything but round, oval, circular. Only the best holes in my head I said. Anyway, it didn't smell of piss.



This little arch and bridge sits above a greened stream in Marsh Side. My parents used to take us [the siblings and I] here before the Workhouse was invented. I love guessing what won't come out from under there, and today's success rate was almost deadening. Never look a river's mouth in the eye. Shut up and go to bed. Alright.