My Mom told me that when she first saw Stonehenge she just knew she had been there before. I felt the same way about Biltmore Estate.
Not Biltmore perhaps, but I believe I was Royalty. I don’t think it. I can feel it. I was reincarnated from a Prince into this life of mediocrity. I see the rich and famous and tv and say “for hatred’s sake, I spit at thee…” Yes, I want wealth. Yes, a mansion. Yes, unlimited freedom to do what I want and whenever the fuck.
I’m in and out for the experience. No lesson required.
Look at this place in that lovely picture. I was there in the tallest spire – sipping red wine and howling to the fuckin’ moon under Bavarian skies. The huge fire was glowing while my dogs sat next to it and we played a game of chess.
And I do believe I won…
