May 2011
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Kodak moments
Hmm… I need to start posting pictures up here of randomness on Second Life. Hmm… maybe starting tonight.
Grr and I still need to get my picture professionally taken for my profile there.
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Unintentional poetry
I don’t know.
But it feels good.
It feels good. Warm and fluttering. And bright.
And it’s like the smallest flame that could go out because of a weak exhale.
But yet it’s the biggest thing ever.
It has no name. But it is. It exists.
Oh, the ache inside.
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Spring!
It is soooo NICE outside in the land of First Life!
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Quiet thoughts... and a smile.
Misunderstandings cleared up. Thoughtful. Quiet feelings. Nice. Wondering about what might happen though I shouldn’t. I have an idea of what I want. I think know what he wants up to a point. The tip of the iceberg perhaps. There are things I have to learn more about and a manual to write.
A small doubt… or rather a doubt of varying size. Would I be a pleasing submissive for him? I...
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So I might have a Doctor Whoof avatar on Second...
fyeahdoctorwhoof:
This is the nerdiest thing I will admit to.
All TARDIS consoles were made by Novatech (I believe), and the pony base was made by Galactic Toast. The fez and the sonic screwdriver were freebies from the sci-fi mall.
Go here for instructions on how to get your own pony avatar for SL
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Minimal by Pet Shop Boys
White on white Light, sublime, subliminal The void is clean A cell but not for a criminal Light and shade Time and space M. I. N. I. M. A. L. Minimal Minimal M. I. N. I. M. A. L. Minimal Minimal Draw a line More is less is minimal Form, earth, life Decide something less decisional Light and shade Time and space M. I. N. I. M. A. L. Minimal Minimal M....
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Run away run away run away.
The urge is overwhelming sometimes. Clawing at my throat.
Then to throw myself into some dangerous situation where I’ll be ill-used. Not for pity. Not for anyone to worry about me. But simply to quench this urge. Be it sadistic or masochistic, I do not know. Hurt me. Let me die. I do not care. One can die a million deaths in Second Life I imagine.
A friend says...
Heaven
Can be music pounding in your ears. No matter where. Simply block all out and immerse yourself in raw sound and emotion.
"I Want You The Right Way... But I Want You To...
Just like I want you.”
Already he inhabits a song or three for me. I don’t know if I like it.
What frightens is the lack of confusion that I do like him.
On my way to work in First Life. Listening to music. Pondering.
Do I have a whole heart to grasp this hope?
Do I have a whole heart to give him?
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I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the...
– Martin Luther King, Jr. (via mols)
How to piss off a bus driver
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