Strangest House in Kuwait!

ok, you've heard about the alladin house in fintas...
the versaille palace in messeilah..

and now, the creative minds of kuwait have come up with the worlds first Roman Theater/Hall/House/Haunted House/Dungeon/Building/Circus

I came accross it a few weeks ago in some unihabited man6a8a..








this is the view from front, notice the life size statue.. impressive!!














and a closer look.. stunning!
















this is the back botanical garden.. it resembles a grave yard packed with roman statues!! is wear i am not joking it seems like the central gallery at the louvre if you guys have been there!






all hail ceaser....

Letter 7

"In the beginning of time, the skies were filled with flying elephants. Too heavy for their wings, they sometimes crashed through the trees and frightened other animals.

All the flying grey elephants migrated to the source of the Ganges. They agreed to renounce their wings and settle on the earth. When they molted, millions of wings fell to the earth, the snow covered them, and the Himalayas were born.

The blue elephants landed in the sea and their wings became fins. They are whales, the trunkless elephants of the oceans. Their cousins are the manatees, the trunkless elephants of the rivers.

The chameleon elephants kept their wings but agreed never again to land on the earth. They change the colors of their feathers every day. Today they are azure, and when it rains they are the color of pearls.

When they go to sleep, the chameleon elephants always lie down in the same place in the sky and dream with one eye open. The stars you see at night are the unblinking eyes of sleeping elephants, who sleep with one eye open to best keep watch over us."

Credit Crunch on this!

check it out, took this photo while i was roaming the great lands of egailah, kuwait..



ok, ya3ni gilna amreeka is recessing bes moo chithi 3ad!


they reached a mar7ela inna they rent out entire families...


Allah yaster.

Hej Hej

Hej guys, i am finally back in business. sorry for being absent for so long, was in sweden performing pilgrimage... and catching blue-finned tuna fish, but dont tell teh authorities.

i'll post some photographs later on...

until next tyme.

hej lo!

after 23 years of submersion into the world of deep contemplation, i have come to the following conclusion:

there are two types of people in this world.  people who prefer eating the crispy part of irani bread, and those who eat the white part.

rejoice, for i am home brahman

there's no place like mu7awwil

 come on. don't you ever try to convince me to live in a dung house like that man.  No matter how many rooms and "big halls" it has, i aint never living in a place with a high voltage warning on its front door.  no way jose. gomez rocks!

Panacea!

all yee people may yee behold the great Elixir of Life!
oh how humble i stand at it's sight
the majik of majiks!
oh yet my longing grows for you every second

and third and fourth

oh butt i really am seduced by your lust.

where's the trust
blown away like trust.

tell my senses how

i'm wishing i'm in a constant state of now
tell the world why

fly bye cry dye die deep fry

tell me without faulter

how the hell a cup of you costs less than water! (you can get 250 ml of sunkist for half price of that amount of water)

it's you, the one i so violently pursue

it's that, tell your mother you are fat

please give me room to heal, give me some of your orange peel

let me to bite in to your alluminium casing

and let the orange blood be spilt

i shall be stacy

and you as well

don't ever tell me that the world is round, or that light is faster than sound, or that a rhombus beith round

tell me of the stories of old, of how kings were turned to slaves, bought and sold,

of the pious men, and how they robbed souls,

of the palms of my hands, the soles of my souls.

tell me why, an entire nation of kuwaities cant resist,

this little beverage commonly known as "sunkist"

(take the road straight ahead, only look back, there's no use bringing up all the dust if you don't enjoy its texture)

danka.