Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
Dam! Now we gotta move again!
Gotta watch out for that ‘ol sneaky DT. 🙂
What happens to a place like that as the trees grow? ‘Foundation’ problems? Sounds like an issue a sophisticated architect could tackle.
You just get the AI to draw you another tree house.
I noticed 2 things right away here….