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...Did you SEE IT?
Okay, personal story, so heard me here, lil chumps:
Behind my house, a couple kilometers north, there is a huge hollow bricks factory.Besides this factory, there's various quarries that provided clay for this huge factory and to other small ones placed in the area. Nice and dandy,right?...In my younger years, my dad, brothers, uncle and cousins used to go fish to these quarries since abandoned quarries often get filled with rain water...AND FISH.A couple bucks to the caretaker and we were business.The general healthy rule was simple: Throw your fishing pole in the water, be quiet, and NEVER IN THE FUCKING NAME OF DEAR FUCK GO SWIMMING IN THERE(Clay quarries depth can go anywhere from 10 to 30 meters depth...filled with dark water...YOU CAN'T SEE THE FUCKING BOTTOM). The second rule involved a small patch of trees near these water-filled quarries. It was nothing but a small fifty per seventy-something meters group of assorted indigenous brand trees...the rule consisted in ALSO NEVER IN THE FUCKING NAME OF DEAR FUCK GO WALKING IN THERE...no explanations, nor reasons given...daddy knows best, shut the fuck up and keep fishing, son.
Some twenty years or so ago, the quarries were closed because an urbanization proyect started nearby, but the small tree patch stayed. Imagine my surprise a few years ago walking this new town while visiting friends and finding out that the old quarry caretaker was still alive and kicking...even more so when finding out that the general rule of NOT GOING INTO THE TREE PATCH was still in effect.
Anyways, when I was a small pre-boobs drawing maniac, I used to have recurrent dreams about this tree patch. Nothing scary or sinister, just me walking around it, stepping on mud and water. It was weird, but not in an "otherworldly" way...just as if you wake up in the morning and find out that there's A WHALE in the middle of the street: not alien enough to make you freak out, not common enough to let your guard down.
So! The point is that said tree patch looked more or less like the one here, and the memories kicked in...OR WAS THAT ANOTHER DREAM?
Okay, personal story, so heard me here, lil chumps:
Behind my house, a couple kilometers north, there is a huge hollow bricks factory.Besides this factory, there's various quarries that provided clay for this huge factory and to other small ones placed in the area. Nice and dandy,right?...In my younger years, my dad, brothers, uncle and cousins used to go fish to these quarries since abandoned quarries often get filled with rain water...AND FISH.A couple bucks to the caretaker and we were business.The general healthy rule was simple: Throw your fishing pole in the water, be quiet, and NEVER IN THE FUCKING NAME OF DEAR FUCK GO SWIMMING IN THERE(Clay quarries depth can go anywhere from 10 to 30 meters depth...filled with dark water...YOU CAN'T SEE THE FUCKING BOTTOM). The second rule involved a small patch of trees near these water-filled quarries. It was nothing but a small fifty per seventy-something meters group of assorted indigenous brand trees...the rule consisted in ALSO NEVER IN THE FUCKING NAME OF DEAR FUCK GO WALKING IN THERE...no explanations, nor reasons given...daddy knows best, shut the fuck up and keep fishing, son.
Some twenty years or so ago, the quarries were closed because an urbanization proyect started nearby, but the small tree patch stayed. Imagine my surprise a few years ago walking this new town while visiting friends and finding out that the old quarry caretaker was still alive and kicking...even more so when finding out that the general rule of NOT GOING INTO THE TREE PATCH was still in effect.
Anyways, when I was a small pre-boobs drawing maniac, I used to have recurrent dreams about this tree patch. Nothing scary or sinister, just me walking around it, stepping on mud and water. It was weird, but not in an "otherworldly" way...just as if you wake up in the morning and find out that there's A WHALE in the middle of the street: not alien enough to make you freak out, not common enough to let your guard down.
So! The point is that said tree patch looked more or less like the one here, and the memories kicked in...OR WAS THAT ANOTHER DREAM?
Category Artwork (Digital) / Miscellaneous
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File Size 1.96 MB
at first i was like " i bet its that mouse bush", but then i was like "oh"
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First; That landscape is freaking beautiful.
Second: We have a version of those "things" here in the USA -- except that their eyes are red, and are known for having a creepy huge smile and haunting laugh. Some people call them watchers.
Personally, I call them "NOPE!!" -- which, despite its beauty, is what I would refer to that (assuming I saw the little imp) patch 'o trees. "NOPE! *high tails the other way*"
Second: We have a version of those "things" here in the USA -- except that their eyes are red, and are known for having a creepy huge smile and haunting laugh. Some people call them watchers.
Personally, I call them "NOPE!!" -- which, despite its beauty, is what I would refer to that (assuming I saw the little imp) patch 'o trees. "NOPE! *high tails the other way*"
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