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basedmountaindew replied to your post “I gotta write about my dream before I forget, I’m having doozies…”
->tfw when kaylee edits out stamos ass eating scene for tumblr post *tfw face*
that part was for your eyes only, big gal
I gotta write about my dream before I forget, I’m having doozies lately
so the dream started with John Stamos, and the weird thing about it is that I never have really specific defined faces in my dreams, I just always kinda know it’s the person without having to think about what they look like, but this was John Stamos in HIGH DEFINITION next to my bed. and I think I was in some altered state because I couldn’t say his name, like, I kept stuttering and he was just like “shhh I know, it’s me” and then he got in my bed with me and we cuddled and then did things but like…I can’t have sex dreams, like sex scenes skip around in my head like in movies when they show closeups of skin and sheets and shit and then it’s over, so I don’t remember too many specifics but yeah dude it was John Stamos, I think I literally called him Uncle Jesse once or twice
then the next day Marilyn Monroe, who is apparently my aunt, shows up at my house and says she’s filming a movie down the street and I should go so I walk to this art museum with her and I’m just like “whoa this is within walking distance, I didn’t know” and she goes to find the room she’s filming in and I see that there’s a presentation in another room so I go to that
I sit on the couch and I’m given a survey to complete while watching the show, and it’s like a lame puppet show but it gets creepier and creepier….and eventually the puppets are just staring at us, and I swear 5 of them were staring at me, but the rest of the audience is looking down filling out their surveys and so I decide to do the same if only to make the puppets stop looking at me
the survey was bizarre, there was one question where we had to draw a clock that showed the time that therapy worked best and I was like ???? and I suddenly couldn’t draw….and like there were normal questions between weird ones, like it asked what school I went to at the bottom and it asked what I studied but in a weird way like “study subject number placement” or something and I just wrote “psychology???”
then I woke up except I seem to remember a fire happening at some point? but I seriously do not remember when or where? yeah cool