Saturday 26 September 2009

Eyes

"i came out yesterday. oh, not in that kind of way, saying i'm a lesbian. despite serval's romance with fishie, most of her human's eyes look for boys. just stray furtive glances go the other way.

what i mean is oc the black hole eyes. serval's hunger for them emanates from me, me yearning for them but not really daring. until yesterday night. when i wore them in public for the very first time. surprising the friends that i went out with. and delighting myself, well, not delighting really, that's by far too lame. i was thrilled, excited, and knew that i looked so bloody hot. i moved in a new way, spoke in a new voice, and looked at others like i never had the guts to before. i was me. me for real. i was so bloody hot.

so, ha ha, what about monday, going to work? new look? or shall i keep this my look for partying and hunting for mates? omg, the initial response in that resepect was quite promising. black hole eyes, to be continued.

btw, i happened to eavesdrop the other night when serval was chatting with som friends. well, it's hard not to listen to what your avatar says, isn't it. not that she really said anything of interest, to be honest, but one of the others told serval to say hello to mia. and that's where i'd like to put things straight. informally, without bringing god in.

mia is no more. or, rather, mia was serval's interpretation of the human that she didn't think was controlling her. some months ago she realized that she and mia were one and the same, i.e. herself, and yet there was someone interacting with and intervening in her life. and then she met me and got it all straightened out. she doesn't have to picture me any more. there's no need for a mia any more. she has me.

e."

Tuesday 8 September 2009

Flu

I have been worried about the flu. They say it's gonna come and give us viruses and crabses, and we'll be really messed up by that, so badly that some will be discontinued because of it. There's no cure, is there? Oh, some of the others spoke of having a waxination, but I frankly don't think that's gonna help them a lot. Ok, they're gonna look really nice on that shiny table when they get desectioned. I dunno why they get opened up like that. Maybe to take the bits and pieces out to make them hollow. For whatever reason. Maybe to keep those pieces. Maybe they stuff them afterwards with useless objects and stitch them up. I've seen stitched skins. And I've seen some really strange avis, looking like noob guys but not moving, rather behaving like objects. Maybe someone had discontinued them, emptied them, stuffed them and left them around, hoping nobody would notice the theft. I don't want that to happen to me, because it would mean they'd take out my heart, and god knows it took me a long, long time before I finally got it. Or half of it, rather, because the rest is really Mia's.

Now, I don't think the waxination will do much good. My skin is trimmed, or sheared, and doesn't have much to remove anyhow, there's just a tiny little bit. And I don't see how it would stop the viruses, unless they are much attracted to hair. If so, detaching the hair would be much more reasonable than waxing. Unless there's really a lot. Of which I prefer not to think any more.

They say it's a pig flu, but it can tp to us, too, and that's why we should stay away from the pigs. I had a huge pink one in my inventory, and deleted it right away. And I'm gonna stay away from Virtuos Africa, because I've seen warthogs there. I think such measures are much more efficient than shaving your fanny. But I'm worried that others don't agree on that. Or didn't. Well, I don't really know what to believe, but none of my friends were awake today, and I also saw very few other avis around, hardly any. I'm worried that most of them went for the waxing, and then didn't bother about the pigs, believing they were safe. And then they maybe went to see the warthogs, or even had a porky barbercue to celebrate their hairlessness, and got bugged. I'm afraid something like that may have happened. I hope I'm wrong, or that they will recover. The worlds would be very empty places without them. Yeah, this is said to happen in First Life too.

Oh, I hope the angel is safe. She's a veggietarion, so she won't join the waxing roast, should there be one. And I didn't see any pigs in her city. Please don't make her flued.

Friday 4 September 2009

Silver

"the moonlight. enchanting me. the full moon. me crazying about it. the silver light. licking my body with the touch of the slightest breeze. perceptible. not feelable. the touch of a gaze, and still it fills me with hunger and tranquilty. stops my heart. blows my mind. melts me.

i've seen they tried to make a moon in second life. i can control it. i can make it full. change its shine. have it make beautiful reflections. a lot of things. but they never understood the moon, those poor pets who put it up there amongst the pixel stars. they never understood they have to fill it with magic.

gotta bring serval here to show her the real moon. make her knees soften, too. going all spaghetti. make her too bask in the silver light.

e."

Wednesday 2 September 2009

Sins

Someone IMed me wondering how come I don't blubber my eyes out here in my diary because of Fishie. And called me a callous bitchwitch that deserves to, and most likely will, burn at the stake. That last bit gave the sender away: Horrid Little Man. Arbiter ethicum. Who keeps IMing me a lot, doesn't he. I wonder if he's in love with me, or just genuinely dislikes me and truly wants to see me fry.

At some point such a long time ago my puppet Mia predicted that cold black winds would fill our heart with nothing again. That was regarding the breaking up with Fishie, which already then seemed inevitable. It was to come. There were dark clouds on the horizon. It was to come because of that kind of stuff. And eventually the thunderstorm came. Although it wasn't that stormy, and there wasn't much thunder. Still, it got me all wet. But as I had gazed into the crystal ball I knew it was to come. I was prepared. I had my towel and kleenex ready. I just didn't wring them out in my diary. Then where did I wring them? Did I wring them? Not here. Why not? Cmon why? Well. I was inspired by the angel. Not to. I like Fishie. I respect Fishie. What more can I say without not.

Horrid Man also sent another IM saying I'm inconsistent. Up until recently I have been ignorant of First Life countries, he says, and now all of a sudden I know lots of things about places such as News Eland. For example, I know about hobbits and stuff. That's inconsistent. So I'm a fake. And faking it is one of the seven immoral sins, he says. So I'm screwed. Each one of them condemns your soul to hell.

The full list of the seven, he says, is:
1. Being screwed.
2. Faking.
3. Diking.
4. Witching.
5. Blinging.
6. Diarying.

And, once he got to know I have been dancing again, he added an eighth:

7. Flexing.

I told him I don't do that when dancing. Rather, that's him visualizing me. Upon which he replied:

8. Visualizing. (Which I [Horrid Little Man] of course don't do.)

The exchange of IMs that followed added the following to the list:

9. Being cheeky.
10. Resisting auto-da-fés.
11. Using fire extinguishers.
12. Peeing in public.

By the time I'm speaking this, there are more immoral sins than tops in my inventory. As he has not yet included "threatening with a black cat" I guess that's what I'll have to resort to again.

All in all some 15 IMs in a day. Oh the love!