Live to die

For you ...

Had the feeling you need that today. .... My heart belongs to you ....

Return

Looking foward to your return, to that day when you again trough the door to kiss me.

Eternity

These two numbers seem to be my badest : 13 and 7. Every year the same date. I am said about the thoughts wich are running in my head, I am dreaming for an better world.

Flying to you in the storm

Hard winds take me on un-expected paths...

This one did lead to you my love...

Will have you in mind and heart on my travels in RL...

Linden Labs & IBM experiment

Usually we post just thoughts and glimpses from and about or own lives in SL but here is something that might change things in the future...

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If you want to read more click on this LINK.

Small things...

I have built all these mugs and the goblet (glass?) some time ago. When I do build in SL it most tends to be small stuff..

I have been trying big things but I have not got the hang of it. Now it only takes that I learn how to create "sculpties" and some serious scripting to get the creativeness going for real... The thing you see are small but uses about 4-8 prims each.

If you should be interested in on of the mugs send me an IM (name is Erestor Streeter) in Second Life and I'll make you a deal.

Some questions - one answer

I have asked the wind
Why don’t you blow out the fire?
I come to bring bad thoughts
I come to take away bad thoughts
I am not strong enough to blow it out -
the fire

I have asked the water
Why don’t you extinguish the fire?
I come to bring the pain
I come to wash away the pain
I am not strong enough to extinguish –
the fire

I have asked the darkness
Why don’t you suffocate the fire?
I come to bring the cold
I come to eat all beloved
I am not strong enough to take that light –
the fire

Suddently I hear a whisper
Where are you , who you keep the fire?
I am here, deep inside you
I am here, to feet the fire
I am still strong enough to protect –
the fire.

One Year

It is deep

it is always with me

it hurts

it is nice

Simple called - love

Friends talking...

(Left to right: Erestor Streeter, Gwennyfair Lilliehook (my love), Cracker Taggart (our landlady and dear friend), Jays Munro (neighbour))

A calm Tuesday evening just chatting on the porch of our house.