funny, last time i heard there's no central europe... with vienna being western europe and prague being eastern europe... what's budapest then? i already know the answer that's almost akin to the Rus... we're not cultured in western values... apologies for the pedantic scruples...  ah... whatever... pedantic scruples and aims at a pointlessness of establishing tact... ensuring a mile be measured in centimetres rather than metres... why aim higher above a blah or an authentic yawn?*

admiring architecture is so
unremarkable to make
a ping-pong echo chamber of
coordination via the desire
to sycophant glue clues and
brownie points of celebrating
  western culture...
      architecture?
brick on brick...
      wall with wall...
                   grain of sand,
grain of wheat...
        does that it really hinge
on admiring architecture?
churches in edinburgh have
been turned into nightclubs!
what's so "special" about
"architecture"?
                   can't believe it,
won't believe it,
sure as **** wish i could, believe it,
can't, can't, won't...
      you really can't be
more skim reading a novel
when you mention
architecture as the prize:
example...
              i'd look elsewhere,
like prince albert:
stop admiring the architecture,
start admiring
the infrastructure!
  the sewers! the sewers! dear lord!
       about a dozen maidens
fainted with this observation
and i said: ha ha...
         it's not about what
looks nice...
it is and always was about what:
worked!
but it was always a case of:
my my, what a pretty face...
exhausted by 39+...
sure, a yummy mummy by 59...
but then?
selling material flesh?
           you'll sooner be selling pictures
of wrinkled dog ******* sacks
for the next vogue than her face
all crippled...
  said woman unto woman...
man just said: **** THAT **** BOY!
*** started: aim hard,
aim long, beginning with: a *******,
and we're through.
             no point admiring
the architecture...
            beauty is, after all:
in the eye of the beholder...
  the days i feel accomplished i'm usually
met with a mighty mammoth sized ****...
and i'm like: *******...
          herr switz in geneva ought
to be jealous over the size of this
piece of choc...
                   then an invisible
ghost starts tickling me and i:
obviously start to laugh...
  then i start tickling my male cat's
hind legs and he starts his "nervous"
drum-roll twitch...
        pass it on *****, pass it on...
            it is never a fulfilled day when
the right sized **** isn't there...
    who the hell minds the architecture
when people prefer the infrastructure -
does the coliseum really matter,
given the aqueduct?
         sure, the aqueduct is no
tourist destination...
        but it still mattered than the coliseum...
even though entertaining man
was somehow always more important
than keeping him sanitised -
thus said:
  keep the architecture prominent,
and infrastructure subverted, hidden even,
  doesn't help given that
anatomy came along.