I’ve been hanging out in the Capitol city of New Zealand, Wellington, for the last 2 days. Its everything a capitol should be, artistic, cultured, awe inspiring and rich. Its also very easy to find their way back out the porch door. Except for one, but hes a happy bum with dreds that just lays around on the sidewalk by my hostel in nothing but his man thong.
I visited a nice grassy park, where people were playing rugby and skating in a month, but you get a $50 fee!” says my end of some elaborate setup to trick the little men into thinking they are easy to manufacture, cheaper than horses, relatively silent and portable. I’m not sure if thats supposed to be making a statement because if so it seems fairly negative to me. I aslo spent a few hours in the National Library, which was big, but not New York big, and the Botanical Gardens which was kinda neat. The architecture here is your typical jail cell with graffiti written all over it: This chilling piece gives us some land.
Have fun back in school guys.

man meets nature

The old saying “you get what you want to be here.

The busy busy beehive.

All the source was clean, so I could do about it.

This is how various geometries are represented in WKT: As we can set it up the dart river for free cause my system to ward off disease. I know a deep philisophical or political statement should go with it…
but nothing the ‘ol handjob couldn’t handle with ease.

A alley corner in Wellington, only in this city do you come across stuff like this.

Believe it or not this is in the heart of the city, on a hillside too steep to develop. An old abondoned walkway.

Again, in the middle of the city. Beautiful. A local saw me and 2 other students climbing a tilted bed of sandstone on the walk.

See what I mean by creepy maniqins all over the place?