These domes are my future. The insides must be stripped and re-designed. When I grow up I want to buy a huge property of land. Flowling fields, big trees. Whole bunch of hills, whole bunch of valleys. Green. My money will come from the menstruation business, blood money.
At the entrance of the property will be two of these domes with a large hollowed out tree laying between them and stretching out onto the massive property. The only way onto the property is through one of the pods…The testicles. Whole bunch of demons and shadow people create a net above. Don’t try and helicopter into my place, get your ass ate out by a demon in a fucking hot second.
The entrance pods and the hollowed out tree that lays will make a huge land dick. There will be a vertical divider in the center of the hollowed out tree. Two separate sides, two seperate paths.
Throughout the property there will be many sporadically placed pods. All connected by underground tunnels. Tunnels filled with desire and turmoil. And in a secret place, at the pit of the deepest valley will be one massive geodesic dome formed of hundreds of these pods. Similar to a Buckminster Fuller pod. It will stretch a thousand miles wide and 500 miles high.
Each dome within this structure will contain a new desire, dream and fetish. Within, all that can be imagined will be contained. But remember, one mans dream is another mans nightmare. It will be a man made heaven at the end of a long winding tunnel. A tunnell that will be a mixture of heaven and hell, more of one then the other depending on the route you choose.
The only way into the center dome is from below, through the tunnels. Bill Murray from Chaddy Cack will guard the property from the undesirable groundhogs that seek to move outside the veins of my universe.
You see, depending on which pod testicle you enter at the begining of this journey to paradise will decide which side of the hollowed dick tree you travel down. And that will decide which tunnel you will then travel next. Each birthing pod upon the way will be filled with something different. One packed full of horny raccoons, you covered in garbage from that last tunnel. One tunnel leaving you stinking of cash and landing you in the pod of syphlitic tramps. One pod will be the bird cage, whole bunch of birds in there. OOOOOh. The tunnels will Kriss and Kross. Don’t rush though. Because theres a whole bunch of clues in there. Need a code to get into Buckminsters house. I’ll be waiting.
TAWDRY HOME.
