The Architecture & Brutal Boozer Thread

This picture symbolises what i think the inside of dermo's head looks like.

At the front, we have the frozen, barren wasteland of dermo's emotions. His ability to like or love anything, frozen solid, never to break free from decades of a harsh, ice-cold, frost.

Beyond that, we have a crumbling, decaying, past it, broken building. This of course is an accurate reflection of life right now. A once solid, proud, worthwhile structure, with a definite purpose and meaning, has become a thing of the past, unused and unwanted. Destined to see out of the remainder of it's days being attacked by the spreading ice and frost of dermo's emotions and being washed away and pummelled by the waves of the sea of hate.

As far as the eye can see behind the building of life, there is the ocean of dermo's anger, aka the sea of hate. A sea polluted with hatred, ill will, pent up anger, resentment, frustration and so many other things that are bad for the soul.

Wait! What is that? Surely not! On the horizon, many miles away but just about visible, no doubt struggling to survive on the sea of hate. It's the trawler of dreams, the good ship hope, the dinghy of change. It's the one, slim chance to turn everything around. Make it all better. Dermo, bring that ship home to the harbour of life and together we can make it all better! God speed, good sir!