Ah, here it is !@#$%, I found it!

Yeah...it's a nice tree. Why not give it a little flattery? I like the 5th one best though. Looks good to climb.

I am a big fan of Yew trees. Sturdy.

hA HA HA no no-- im not a bedouin

i'll post you authentic pics from my backyard but i gotta go now. will put them here. maybe you guys like it-- i loved it the 1st time but now i pine for cities.

anyway, later...

You live in a desert? I could not live in it, too damn hot. I want to live in a city, I am way into the city, and New York seems appetizing.

well, fack, as promised: BORING BACKYARD

oh! oh! how SUBLIME!!

well FUCK ME!!!

you'll miss the open space, clean air, and peacefullness when you get back to the city though.

well, actually... funny thing! i dont live there anymore, and i don't miss it much. we moved to a small town nearby. i love having UNLIMITED electicity, 24h internet, and shopping within walking distance. but the city, i swear, i swear, is what i love the most. the grimy air and the crowded sidewalks, delicious!

madame !@#$%! & i have been thinking of building a small cabin or summer home or something in those deserted lands from the picture, but then we look at each other and say "fuckit, we're saving for a condo in DC!!".

but yes it's pretty once in a while. for hiking and what not.

I love the city, although I have never been to one. Sorry L.A. doesn't count. I want real crowded places, That's why when I start looking for universities next year I might check out New York.

is that Astro Boy?

I see this instead...

i swear it's him!

I still see this.

pervert!

would this face convince you??

No, that just horrifies me.

are any of the trees pictured joshua trees?

White Widow, Purple Ramen, Hash Plant, & * new* Sweet Tooth...you like these trees?

 

 

 

I like those pictures of trees covered with frost:

 

 

 

 

 

I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound.
Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves &
no-one saw us but the trees.
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing.
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving.
I carved your name with a heart just up above - now swollen,
distorted, unrecognisable; like our love.
The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay
are the incense at the funeral procession here, today.
In the trees, those useless trees, etc.
You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be.
Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me.
Oh no, no I might as well go & tell it to the trees.
Go & tell it to the trees, yeah.