Archive for the ‘Maitreya’ Tag

The Limo Broke Down, But I Still Look Great   Leave a comment

Everyone wants to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.

Oprah Winfrey

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“Black Coffee, Babe!”   1 comment

It is inhumane, in my opinion, to force people who have a genuine medical need for coffee to wait in line behind people who apparently view it as some kind of recreational activity.

Dave Barry

These days, it seems, you gotta have something else besides just the coffee — you need a great coffeehouse to serve the brew up. And not just the coffee, but the ever-essential pastries and sandwiches and juices. I suspect (based on my reading; I’m not that old) that anyone who hung out in a Sixties beatnik coffeehouse, and then was dropped into a modern Starbucks, would shriek in horror, and demand that they immediately go back to serving just coffee, right that instant (no, not instant coffee), or she would explain to them the absurdity of all human activity, and let them struggle with the existential shock.

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Home Again   1 comment

Like love, breakfast is best when made at home.

Gina Barreca

I wasn’t planning on writing again so soon; but events kind of bumped my schedule up a bit, as I thought I’d share this bump in my Second Life with everyone.

Now I know a little … just a little … how Harper felt when she went through a bunch of moves some years back. The sudden pulling of the rug from under your elegantly-shod feet at the general notice from the landlord, followed by the scramble to pack up everything you’ve laid out just so; and then the hunt to find somewhere else to lay your stuff back down, within both your budget and your land impact needs. And then, of course, the discovery of stuff you missed by the old landlord; with luck, you’ll get them back when they clear remaining objects off the sim.

Well, the bad news is that that’s what happened to me on Monday. (To Diana, too, since she shares digs with me.)

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Her Heart is Water   Leave a comment

Her heart is water, its own self its stay.
It will be fog or cloud or haze, or frail
Mists that wander after daylight pale.
It will be all things: the sea’s salty spray
White in the wind, cast fuming on a shore
Stone-desolate; a river’s liquid song;
A fountain wearing jewels for a throng
Of dancing waves; a pool forevermore
Quiet under leaves gold-rimmed, death-black;
A sea-mirror; or, made of sweet love dreaming,
A crystal well; a molten river gleaming
Under hot sun, flame following its track;
Falls rapids; wild water of storm and trouble;
Or, being quit of love, a gay bubble.

James J. Ryan, “Her Heart is Water.” Poetry Magazine vol. 33, no. 5 (February 1929), p. 240.

  • Skin: Fallen Gods Vanitas Electric, with Fallen Gods Discovery gold tattoo set on face and body
  • Head: LAQ Zahra 3.05 Bento
  • Full body: Maitreya Lara 4.1
  • Eyes: orbs of skies (Marketplace only)
  • Hair: Vanity Hair Little Lies (Music pack)
  • Dress: Fallen Gods Favorita (Teal)
  • Shoes: KC Couture Eliza
  • Jewelry: Right hand: Luminesse Ziella Tookha ring; Left hand: Chop Zuey Sea Pearls ring
  • Nails: Ascendant Golden Girl 03

Photographed at Thornfast region (Fantasy Faire 2019)

Under the Tuscan Sun   Leave a comment

… Stone houses, terrace walls, city walls, streets. Plant any rose and you hit four or five big ones. All the Etruscan sarcophagi with likenesses of the dead carved on top in realistic, living poses must have come out of the most natural transference into death they could imagine. After lifetimes of dealing with stone, why not, in death, turn into it? …

Frances Mayes, Under the Tuscan Sun
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Salt Water Sunset   3 comments

… Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries ….

Jack Kerouac, On the Road

… The sun is setting in a burnt orange sky; the cliffs are black silhouettes; the sea, liquid silver ….

Laura Treacy Bentley, The Silver Tattoo

… Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east ….

Roberto Bolaño, 2666
  • Head: LAQ Zahra 3.05 Bento
  • Full body: Maitreya Lara 4.1
  • Eyes: IKON Triumph (Chocolate)
  • Hair: DOUX Ariana
  • Dress and choker: JUMO Vicky (available at current round of Ace Event)
  • Shoes: SlackGirl Niki
  • Additional jewelry: Cae Riviera bracelet, earrings and ring
  • Nails: LIVIA Glam Goddess
  • Eyeshadow: JUMO Celeste (Omega, slot 4) (available at April round of The Makeup Room)
  • Lipstick: Booty’s Beauty Fabulosa Hell (Omega, slot 5)

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Walking in Dublin   Leave a comment

Put on my green pump shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of my Dublin crew
In the middle of the pouring rain
Daniel O’Connell, won’t you look down over me
Yeah, I got a first class ticket
An’ I’m as green as a girl can be


Then I’m walking in Dublin
Walking with James Joyce striding at my heels
Walking in Dublin
But do I really feel the way I feel?

With many apologies to Marc Cohn

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