Our House
In the Middle of the Street
Really it is towards the end, well if you consider that the intersection is the end, but the road does continue, so it is sort of in the middle. It is all how you look at it.
Really it is towards the end, well if you consider that the intersection is the end, but the road does continue, so it is sort of in the middle. It is all how you look at it.
Bucky helped every one out by demonstrating how to make a nice and efficent dome. Though like every asshole handed a tasty snack for free, people immediately threw it on the ground.
Domes traditionally have been aloft pillars and columns and now all of a sudden they are plopped directly on the ground. No wonder they are not currently more popular, with weird door shapes being required and no where to put a fridge
I say hold the gift aloft, build with all that we know and all of the cool new materials.
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Bequeathed two large, 640ml bottles of Tiger beer, a good deal at £4 for two we left the shop, not aware of the disaster before us. They swung in their carrier bag as we moved over the high street, in the partly cloudy, noon sun. Added to them was another bag of vegetables, whatnots and berries. I stood in front of the bakery and was transfixed by the scent and appearance of donuts and thought that maybe they were cream filled rather than saccharine, low grade, twice baked jam. The reddish evidence of jam not visible from my vantage point, filled me with hope as they, perchance, cream.
Fumbling in my grey weird man bag containing a lithium ion battery, headphones, a folding 5V charge adapter, glyceryl trinitrate spray, cables and my hope of a pound coin. As my fumbles gathered, fingers disappeared from under the plastic bag of amber and their collision with the pavement issued pops akin to dual cranium, windscreen impacts, foaming memories not enjoyed released with broaches of broken glass onto the dry ground. Regret inversely filling me as the bottles emptied.
Going to have them delivered next time, a case.
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