Somewhere in the mind - outside the dingy little closet of ignorance, beyond the walled city limits of certainty, past the frontier posts of reasoned ideas and on the far side of the vast no-mans land of intuition - lies the imagination. Azure seas break upon golden beaches there. Vast snow capped peaks rise through a sylvan blanket - rock dwarfing tree, tree dwarfing man, man dwarfing himself. Ideas as huge as a spiral galaxy and as exquisitely refined as a cut gem grow here - wild and free like a summer storm. Nice piccies.
your mac is in my cupboard, where it’s always been!
On August 14th, 2007 Franklin Gib Ralt said:
All lies.
Pretty little lies wrapped in lace and served on velvet cushions. Sweatmeats of deceit in a ribboned box of maker’s assortments.
Choose your untruth.
The sickly sweet soft centres of complete fantasy. The chewy caramel of the lie too hard to swallow. The almond kernel of truth drenched in candied sweet nothings.
Take up the printed guide and choose your untruth.
Finger through the sweet deceptions and choose your untruth.
Grasp for the macadamia delight. Bite. Taste the stale nougat of ultimate betrayal.
On August 11th, 2007 Age said:
Tease!
On August 13th, 2007 Francois Gibraltar said:
Somewhere in the mind - outside the dingy little closet of ignorance, beyond the walled city limits of certainty, past the frontier posts of reasoned ideas and on the far side of the vast no-mans land of intuition - lies the imagination. Azure seas break upon golden beaches there. Vast snow capped peaks rise through a sylvan blanket - rock dwarfing tree, tree dwarfing man, man dwarfing himself. Ideas as huge as a spiral galaxy and as exquisitely refined as a cut gem grow here - wild and free like a summer storm. Nice piccies.
Where’s my Mac?
On August 13th, 2007 Tim said:
packo, that’s beautiful!
your mac is in my cupboard, where it’s always been!
On August 14th, 2007 Franklin Gib Ralt said:
All lies.
Pretty little lies wrapped in lace and served on velvet cushions. Sweatmeats of deceit in a ribboned box of maker’s assortments.
Choose your untruth.
The sickly sweet soft centres of complete fantasy. The chewy caramel of the lie too hard to swallow. The almond kernel of truth drenched in candied sweet nothings.
Take up the printed guide and choose your untruth.
Finger through the sweet deceptions and choose your untruth.
Grasp for the macadamia delight. Bite. Taste the stale nougat of ultimate betrayal.
My foot hurts
On September 26th, 2007 Beth said:
Hey Tim, nice photos. By which I mean, totally stunning. Who knew Canada was so pretty?
On September 26th, 2007 Tim said:
thanks beth! it sure is! I’m in love with B.C., I can see me heading up there again, sometime in the not-to-distant future.
how was your trip(s)?