Posts Tagged ‘Run away’

wakin-dream..Who will (hopefully) get me out of this place!

” Spiral Island I was a floating artificial island in a lagoon near Puerto Aventuras, on the Caribbean coast of Mexico south of Cancún. It was built by British eco-pioneer Richart (or “Rishi”) Sowa beginning in 1998; he filled netsplastic bottles to support a structure of plywood and bamboo, on which he poured sand and planted numerous plants, including mangroves. It was destroyed by Hurricane Emily in 2005.[1] Sowa has built a new Spiral Island II in Isla Mujeres, Mexico. with empty discarded plastic bottles.

The original island sported a two-story house, a solar oven, a self-composting toilet, and three beaches. He used some 250,000 bottles for the 66ft (20 m) by 54 ft (16 m) structure. The mangroves were planted to help keep the island cool, and some of them rose up to 15 ft (5 m) high.

Sowa is a musician, artist, and carpenter. Now in his fifties, he is an environmentalist who believes in recycling and low-impact living.” (Wiki)

Sowa old buddy, old friend old pal.. Got room for two?? 

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Hate to turn this into a rant-site but seriously? I’ve been saying for a while (over a year now, I believe) that what I really need to do now is : run away.In the likely case that I follow this up, this will be my last post. O_o.Weird thought. I mean, you know, unless I find a browsing-cum-old people’s home.. with free dark chocolate.. OK.Really not helping things, there!

‘Runaway’ (obviously) :


On a happier note, I (finally) get to play throwball tomorrow-the single match of the year, the joy!But,hey- it’s something.

My Cranial Jukebox is currently jammed on : Fade To Black, Metallica. Yes, ancient we are (No, Yoda, we are not !).

Oh, and since I haven’t seen Marthe: Version-Ouch! , I currently   picture this twitchy-nosed rat with two diagonally slashed off teeth forming a little triangle..Comic,really! Ah well, look at the bright side (*snorts derisively*) : You lost a tooth, but you gained a space for a straw!.Yes,this also goes under the head ‘My (creepy) Fascination For Old, Dead Men’ (NO, not really !).From Tom Sawyer.I think. That or this is my hazy mind’s way of dealing with things.If it’s the latter : I’m disappointed (and how!).Nothing even remotely dramatic? I must be farther gone than I’d imagined heretoforth!

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