Thank You Andrew W.K. January 20, 2010

Never wanna break your heart
Never wanna make you cry
Never wanna give up and die

Even if you can’t stand up
Even if you lose your life
I’m a friend by your side
You’re never gonna be alone

You can never let down
Never let down
You can never let down
Never let down

Never wanna make mistakes
Never wanna do no wrong
Never have a place to belong

And i’m never gonna leave you out
If you ever lose your way
Not alone or betrayed
I’m always gonna be around

You can never let down
Never let down

You’re doing alright
You’re doing ok
Just follow your heart
And don’t run away

You can never let down

You’re doing alright
You’re doing ok
Just follow your heart
And don’t run away

You can never let down

You’re doing alright
You’re doing ok
Just follow your heart
And don’t run away

Never wanna break your heart

I don’t know if I can yell any louder January 20, 2010

I can’t believe what you said to me
Last night, we were alone
You threw your hands up
Baby you gave up, you gave up

I can’t believe how you looked at me
With your James Dean glossy eyes
In your tight jeans with your long hair
And your cigarette stained lies

Could we fix you if you broke?
And is your punch line just a joke?

I’ll never talk again
Oh boy you’ve left me speechless
You’ve left me speechless, so speechless

And I’ll never love again,
Oh boy you’ve left me speechless
You’ve left me speechless, so speechless

I can’t believe how you slurred at me
With your half-wired broken jaw
You popped my heart seams
All of my bubble dreams, bubble dreams

I can’t believe how you looked at me
With your Johnnie Walker eyes
He’s gonna get you and after he’s through
There’s gonna be no love left to rye

And I know that it’s complicated
But I’m a loser in love so baby
Raise a glass to mend
All the broken hearts
Of all my wrecked up friends

I’ll never talk again
Oh boy you’ve left me speechless
You’ve left me speechless so speechless

And I’ll never love again,
Oh friend you’ve left me speechless
You’ve left me speechless, so speechless

And after all the drinks and bars that we’ve been to
Would you give it all up?
Could I give it all up for you?

And after all the boys and the girls that we’ve been through
Would you give it all up?
Could you give it all up?
If I promise boy to you

That I’ll never talk again
And I’ll never love again
I’ll never write a song
Won’t even sing along
I’ll never love again

Take me deep out past the lights where nothing dims these stars.. January 19, 2010

    A tangled mass of sensously soft high thread count sheets. Cool and crisp against warm skin. What a night.. what a night indeed. Hearts racing, fingers tracing each and every delicious fragment of being. An exploratory mission into the deepest depths of feeling.  A dull ache in muscles long forgotten. Skin marked from searing kisses, like fingerprints on her heart. Lost entirely, surrendered completely.. hazy warmth of sunlight fanning across the sea of white quality cotton.. a stretch a  sigh.. the memory of a night, intermingled scenes spun to Enigma’s The Gravity of Love. She was satisfied at the moment. This would do..  for now.. memories are sweet in their ability to keep us in a moment not so easily recaptured..

Plurk.. because I do everything in my own time.. January 15, 2010

I have one of these thingy’s so.. add me

A lifetime of feeling felt in a little less than a year January 15, 2010

After a review of chat logs and conversations had by email.. I’m decidedly depressed.. you screwed up kid, yeah I know I did.. There really isn’t a going back now.. only the memory of what was.. and the hope of what might have been.. To absent friends and loves lost but never forgotten.. even those seemingly surrendered.. Goal for 2010… MAKE THINGS HAPPEN… stop waiting.. go for it.. I have nothing to lose.. I will throw myself hard into my desires and make my life what I want it to be.. Quit looking for someone else to believe in me when I should be believing in myself.. I will have gusto and passion and fire.. more fire than normal.. I will carpe diem the hell out of life!!!!

ADD.. good for fun, bad for writing January 12, 2010

So I’m still writing stories, oodles of stories. I’m back in SL much more and I’m exploring a bit more. I found a build called “Crucible” its basically this haunted Celtic Castle. Worth checking out, please donate as the build is funded on donations.

Other than all that.. whats going on.. not a lot I’ll try to keep everyone posted

Part -1 ( or part 2)… November 22, 2009

                Autumn in New York, cliché yes, but indescribably beautiful. Lush rusty colors, greens fading into brilliant scarlets and rich ochre. Addison loved the fall, watching everything change, and then the snow, when her entire world was covered in a blanket of sparkling white. This of course disappears very quickly in the city, what was pristine and glittering snow turns to a gray noxious sludge.

                      A metaphor perhaps. Addi was a closet optimist, though with her cynical and wholly sarcastic take on everything, most people didn’t seem to notice that part. Then again take a look at the world it’s not exactly a place cut out for those bright-eyed optimists with all the hope in the universe is it? Maybe it is? Addi’s life had a not so typical cast of characters. There was Marvalla (formerly Mildred Rubenstein) the actress, so it was three off off off Broadway shows. However, Marvs is convinced she’s a shoe in for a Tony this year.  Then there was Cynthia, pure Upper East Side, who occasionally came from her perch on high to slum it with her East Village friends. Terence was there as well, a high strung financial manager, and closet Drag Queen.

           Addison was however the most perplexing of them all. A starving, struggling artist, with her fifth floor walk up. Usually chain-smoking covered in paint, a mouth like a sailor, and drank like a fish. Yet she cleaned up as good as any of them. This allowed Addi to float in and out of the Cynthia’s parents austere social hierarchy. Guys, there were guys, sometimes. Addi seemed to be something of a bum magnet.

     There was Liam, the composer without a green card and an axe to grind against the man. Deported, after a bar fight ended with him in hand cuffs and Addi stuck with not only his tab, but the rent. She’d dated artists and investment bankers, married men with families looking to escape, who latched on to the freedom her lifestyle afforded her. No rules, no real commitment, really it was everything the average guy could dare to dream of.

               However they always left her a little colder a  little more empty inside. One can only handle so many secret trysts after gallery openings. She had great steamy stories about back alley’s and bars and the inside of limousines, but no great love stories. At 25 years old she’d never fallen truly in love with anyone. Little did she know that before she got to 26 that was all going to change…

Part One.. of ? November 20, 2009

                She turned quickly from the slamming door banishing what felt like a life time of memories in a single instant. Within that single moment the entire world had come to a screeching, cataclysmic halt. He was gone, in the forever kind of way. Some things one cannot apologize for. This was indeed one of those moments. Pride covers a multitude of sins, and sometimes when you win, you lose.

        She had let him get to close, dangerously close, the kind of close that opens the soul. That spills out the fragrant delicate blossoms of the heart. Four little words had been the death nail to the whole relationship. Four little words that were a complete lie. ” I don’t love you”, she’d screamed it with all the force she could muster. Knowing that she loved him, knowing that he loved her, that he’d burned every bridge that would take him away from her.

                   This however is the ending.. and all the best stories start at the beginning. Even those such as this one that ends in heart-break. Never you fear, for even in the deepest dark one can always find the light….

 

Don’t you want somebody to love? November 5, 2009

Ok so maybe that title has nothing to do with anything.. but what can I say Jefferson Airplane is on the radio at work. Thats right.. I’m at work.. where I do all my best blogging.. because I have an over abundance of free time.

                    The TA… over and done with. I apparently wasn’t emotionally available enough! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA *coughs, rolls around* PUH-lease.. Clearly a candidate for the mensa convention he is not. In other news.. school sucks..

SL… SL is magically fun again.. I suppose I was just in a funk. It happens. Comes with the Kray-zay.

Lots of new hair, lots of new clothes. Lots of more shopping yet to do..

Special Note: XStreet rules just in case you didn’t know. It allows me to hunt for cheap things and sale items. Makes my life easier and wouldn’t you know it.. no lag. So yeah that rawks my pixel sawks.

Tonight… H&S from 6ish to 8 SL time.. if you are an adoring fan of the one the only Aria Fouroux, be there or be square kidlings.. I’ll say inappropriate things.. tip people into loving me.. and misbehave. You know, the usual.

Speaking of clubs, it looks as if H&S (thats Hooters and Shooters for all of you out of the loop, (( In fact get the hell out my blog if you aren’t in the loop)) ..) is my favorite club hands down. The DJ’s are good, the owner kicks major ass.. and is waaay hawt. Not to mention the sim is all prettified. So if you don’t go there all the time.. or ever.. WTF is wrong with you!?!?!?

Special Note: I wonder if their are perks for plugging one’s favorite club?

You can’t go wrong with this club, its nothing but fun. Unlike a lot of other clubs, while others might be fun they don’t maintain high enough traffic to keep things in high gear all the time, or they are the over crowded super club crawling with Newbs ( *cough cough* cheating on their SL partner Alts) Which are lame. I like a mostly full, fun club with as little lag as possible.. Ah yes the dream. I could compare things.. but I know a few peoples who are on that already. I’ll just keep making random comments.. why because thats how I roll.

So untill next time kids.. always pack clean underwear and never shower with a wolverine.

-TdS

 

Sing it Imogen! November 2, 2009

“Goodnight And Go”

Say goodnight and go.
Woah woah. Woah woah

Skipping beats, blushing cheeks I am struggling
Daydreaming, bed scenes in the corner café
And then i’m left in bits recovering tectonic tremblings
You get me every time

Why d’ya have to be so cute?
It’s impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It’s bad enough we get along so well
Say goodnight and go

Follow you home, you’ve got your headphones on and you’re dancing
Got lucky, beautiful shot you taking everything off watch the curtains wide open
Then you fall in the same routine flicking through the TV relaxed and reclining
And you think you’re alone…

Why d’ya have to be so cute?
It’s impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It’s bad enough we get along so well
Say goodnight and go

One of these days, you’ll miss your train and come stay with me
We’ll have drinks and talk about things, any excuse to stay awake with you
You’ll sleep here, i’ll sleep there, but then the heating may be down again
at my convenience
we’d be good, we’d be great together.

[Sigh]
Go!

Say goodnight and go,
why’s it always always
goodnight and go
Darling not again
Goodnight and go