Governments CAN create new LAWS. But churches can't create New SINS!

http://www.latrinalia.org/home.html

What wisdom can be found scribbled on toilet walls? Well we've all seen our fair share of them, inside and out. The level of wisdom does occassionally rise above X Heart Y, or exchanges between geek and bully in moments of quiet contemplaion. The above site, in what serves as yet another example of how educational the web can be, serves to show the many little scribbles of graffiti caught within those most smelly of throne rooms.
It is perhaps even inspiring, perhaps I shall visit public bathrooms more frequently just so that I might glimpse these snippets of wisdom, maybe even add my own. Of course, one should never go anywhere without a pen handy, or a small black marker. But then my few experiences in such realms have left me shattered, afraid. The pub in Camden especially set new standards in toilet hygeine. Urinals for all their fearsome sheen never came quite close to that flowing river, following the wall in a small trench-like shape. How wild. The only request when asking for a seat in a plane is keep it far far away from that most frequented area. But what adventure is without its fair share of peril?

I got spammed! On this, most precious of blogs. Where all are welcome equally, bearers of roses love poems and chronos. A shame then that they never realised pictures don't really qualify for the flowery praise they had showered upon me. I have enough fools for mindless flatery when the need arises, talk freely or not at all. And then I might even click on something that shall inevitably destroy the soul of this poor laptop.

For the security that apartments provide, the variety of smells in each corridor could make any dogs day. Pushing open one heavy wooden fire-proof door to get into a new bend, and the aroma of gravy and roast potato quickly changes to old socks. Apples and worms, fresh bread and mould. So why am I so grateful that there's no real corridor to my own, other than the fact that after a tiring day when a pizza waits, both good gravy and old socks can ruin a most magical moment. Mmmmm-ozerella. ^_^

The cleaners for the now returned grandparental apartment were most evil. One ran off because he was a carpet cleaner! Like, Hell-oh-o. Why didn't you say so? Not to mention the more professional staff that decided dumping a load of old boxes outside the main lift would be a good way to dispose of them. Lucky for me I was all dressed at 11 in the morning when the complaints came in. Heaving boxes into the skippy is a great start to any day! But hey that particular day weren't so bad, finally saw the much famous Rainforest. Great decor, awful music. Sway, sway, sway. Blech.

Collapsing in your own bed in all your clothes and gadgets other than the mighty boots must count as a sleepover, even if it were local. The other was of course more deserving of the word, but it's always good to end a day in bed with my book. Sweet bliss. But a song of ice and fire remains a bringer of much grief, and torn I am now between what is good and what is evil, as in their hearts if they belive they are just and right, how can one dispue it but by the laws of ones own morality?