With planning and some magic, there is a way for me to get to Loch Ness, hopefully it will be a worth while trip. Under the advice of Mr. Jerimiah I will be going to Valencia, and will hopefully avoid the gyspy children with their boxes and greedy hands.
The Dark Tower itself draws close, this story became something I never thought it would, but I would have it no other way (save a little more consistency with the overall feel and writting).
Has anbody listened to Lily Allen or the new Bloc Party album, if so, what do think? Would I like either? I put away AmAnSet for a little bit and have replaced it with Oh, Inverted world by The Shins, a worthy trade, and because of it, (mainly because of New Slang) I am extremely mellow.
I have some more pictures.
A holy wishing well of sorts.
It's inside the well, the light was a hundred times better when I first saw it.
These are all over Dublin.
More street photography.
The house of my kind hosts.
Their shed.
Their house again.
Stairway to a creek?
Delapadated.
Susannah-Mio, divided girl of mine. Parked her rig, in the Dixie Pig in the year of 1999.
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