“Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.”
I spent the afternoon at The Trace Too, using all the seating there for my poses. I hopped on scooter and a bench that were on-site. I went there to make a video blog about a book I had just finished reading.
I’ve seen these jeans in posters around the grid for a while and FINALLY found them for sale… so I jumped on them… and when my friend Buzz saw me in them he said.. “hey, I think I have something almost just like that.” And with that…. you have an inspired blog post….. Meet my guest (impromptu) model – Buzz Bumblefoot.
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When I saw the Dart Frog Fairy dress from Simply Fae I was so entranced by the Dart Frog fabric, but really didn’t want to wear it as a fairy. It makes an adorable fairy, but then I might have to steal children and I have my hands full with a cat. It was a simple matter to take off the wings and then by editing specific prims, I ate the leaves that were at the belt. This left me the fabulous fabric that I wanted without the fairy elements. I added this fabulous jacket from Bliss Couture’s new collection of fantastic furs.
I went through the desert on a horse with no name. (He was a freebie at the entrance)
It felt good to be out of the rain. (Portland broke its wettest March record.)
There were plants and birds and rocks and things (and things?)
There was sand and hills and rings (rings, really?)
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz (what was he smoking?)
And the sky with no clouds (what do you expect, it’s the desert)
The heat was hot and the ground was dry (hot heat is hot)
But the air was full of sound (only if you brought your ipod)
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain
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Goldenrod.. a lot of people have said.. eek its hard, which lead my dirty mind down the its corrupt path into thinking, well if you’ve ever had secks during sunrise or sunset, goldenrod is a familar thing. uh huh.
Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor.
Reaching for the phone cause, I can’t fight it any more.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.
For me it happens all the time.
It’s a quarter after one, I’m all alone and I need you now.
I said I wouldn’t call but I lost all control and I need you now.
And I don’t know how I can do without, I just need you now.