gay people amuse me. i hate gay people, they are so gay. i'm in a rather laxed out mood, and apparently will continue to be for the next few days. i am at Home. New Zealand, Levin, at my fathers to be of more precise. The last few days i have been in Auckland, visiting "the three musketeers", and some. The weekend entailled a Zombie Crawl, and a 21st birthday (that of Sam's, who was incredibly, credibly drunk). We went to the beatiful park, i'm not sure the name. One close to the hospital. Winter Gardens and gormet icecream. and goldfish. The Autumn trees remind me of a feel like freedom. A sunset variety of colour, pitched at every branch, on every tree. They hang there at some sort of comfortable righteousness called "plant". Anyway, back to focus. auckland. : we did stuff and cut down trees and waterblast shit and "jumper on!", "no jumper off".... "jumper on, it's cold". "No! jumpeeeeer ooofff!(tone of frustration)"= broken zipp. sorta. We walked and looked at magnificent houses and mini-once-were estates. It was of a spark of inspiration. A library, with bookcase and bookcase ladder. A cock tower. Oops i meant clock tower. lol. A gunsafe room. An undergroud secret lair. Wine chillers. Everything, really. i cannot wrtie here any longer. too much of everything needed and so not too much of focus or words. bed 0026nzst(!!!)