Beauty and The Poor.

 It all started very innocently this morning, sunrise drive to the Tiergarten to inspect my new land. The builders haven't arrived yet so it's just a lot of ... grass. While next door my most "hated" writing rival, Gyna, enjoys 2 plots exuding luxury. Then breakfast at the Kranzler while Berlin slept still. 

But on my way home, who turns up brandishing a sword? A commie of course! these bloody leftists know nothing of common curtsy. Her Cice's first visit to my imposing abode, and neighbourhood, and he points his thing at me. I didn't take it sitting down and drew my laser gun, zapping him into oblivion...I thought. Perhaps I should have taken it sitting down after all, or even lying face down on the floor, considering what Herr Cice pulled out next ...

Yes, it was indeed a bazooka he kindly shot at me, well, at my whole property. My Landlady is not going to be a happy bunny. 

The moral of the story is... move to a gated community. And if you can't, just praise the size of their metal and invite them to a cup of tea and a tour of your property. Don't go pointing any type of weapon at them!!

PS- My Gy... my "most hated" rival, Gyna also visited, but I was too busy squeezing her hand under the table to remember taking a photo of the three of us together.

CONNIE MAECENAS

 

Renate Bathing by K. Vogel

Splendid morning: 

- Halloween preparations in Space

- Coffee in the little secret cafe behind the grocery store with Mitch who is back in Berlin and soon painting too.

- And, talking of painting, visit to the Solo Club where I met the creations of a new artist, K. Vogel! in an overzealous Mecenas-impulse I had to buy them all. Unfortunately, German Marks I have, prims (does anyone actually know what prims are? like... for real??) I don't, according to my RL driver. And therefore I had to store a few very cherished pieces including Sonatta's photo, which has accompanied me for years since I moved into this house. I could store the car away, and then I would have plenty of prims to decorate the whole house, but the car outside is a mark of distinction! of class even! and I have to somehow compensate my poor diction and behavior with a sad materialistic piece of metal for now. 

- And to finish the "hyper-procastinativity" attack, a bit of piano playing, watched by the characters of those magical paintings. yeah yeah... I'll go upstairs to write in a minute. I have promised Herr Toe to turn the dream I had last night into a story for his magazine. There's no escape now. 

Bis später

Big Daddy is back for the winter, less speed but also... less casualties including streetlamps in Berlin.

Perfect spot, so we can keep an eye on Big Daddy.

Herr Toe, who kindly donated the walls of his Solo Club so the new artist K. Vogel can delight us all (all but our prim-thirsty drivers).

What can I say, what can I say, I still have it... the car that is <cough cough > 

They look good, eh? and what about my pipesmokingpianoplaying style? unique, I know, the melodies sound a bit flat with only one hand but who cares when one looks that good... 

Küsse!! 

LUNAPARK - FINAL WEEK !!

No time for comments as yet, they will follow, just a few photos. If you have time this week, rush to the Tiergarten before it disappears ! Well worth it. Poor Clarrington, all that work!! 

BEFORE I FORGET

 Oh yeah mon dieu !!! El Dorado again, after a looooong time. And Pauline graced me with a dance (first time ever). 

Our Dorita, in one of my favorite costumes of hers, introduced the drag party next week, which this time includes a couple's section. Just as I am single for the first time in my life(s), I better rush! I have six days, arrffff

Miss Kelly Callaghan making me miss the Deep South... ahem, she's gone a long way since the first time she set foot on that stage. Lovely performance, and lovely tunes by Herr Byron as always. I was too hypnotized to remember taking some naughty photos, sorry.

Cice minus Oda, poor thing. He is not quite the same when she is missing. And my lovely Pauline!!! aysss so many lovely ladies and so little time!

And the smoldering Herr Byron of course, with his impeccable taste in music, and, errr... well looks of course <blush>

And the deliciously and completely irreverent Maxyyyyy with his magic ... ahem... fingers... I am talking about the piano of course <cough cough>

One of my favorite couples in the whole wild world, and then some: Dorita and Leigsha. 

Magical Mystery Tour and Malli

Here Moi playing it cool in front of the new cigarette boy (Ibo Carpenter Huysmans) who kindly let me smoke his cigar <grins>. To my right Daphne Anka (I hope I got her name right, I haven't been formally introduced and the bubbly has made my eyes... lazy)

Night night "beautifuls", my driver works tomorrow (I need to find myself another driver, mine is too boring. Any takers??) Sweet and saucy dreams, Berlin!! 

FUTURE ARTISTS

 

Berlin in Summer is something else. Truly. Or maybe Berlin is always something else. I have forgotten how great it felt to be here. I even managed to tempt Clarrington into a dance!! and it only cost me 1,000 marks <cough> 

oh, My driver is playing with a magical toy in her world, AI or something she calls it. I don't fully understand, she says machines are learning to draw and to write. And to prove it she made (she had those machines make) a new nameplate for my humble home. She's also designed new covers for my books. They truly look most modern and enchanting. But I have to say while her artist robot draws well, its spelling needs some work. 

We have left some of the book covers with the spelling mistakes they came out with, as they are terribly funny to read, and funny is good in such worrying times. 

One part of me feels sorry for my driver, stuck in that other world in the future, the other would pay all she has to experience it.

Happy summer earthlings 

OFF ROAD

 

Back home, and glad to report I drive just as poorly as I did before. Berlin beware !! 

Küsse

Connie xx

SO I WANT TO BE A WRITER?

You must keep at it while it's flowing! (and when it's not, you should also keep at it apparently, though I am dreadful at that. Too much effort)

Like Buwowki would put it... 

I hate that poem; a ton of brilliant writers would have left us without their masterpieces had they listened to this genius outsider. But as I am not exactly one of those, neither a genius though yes and outsider, I have decided to follow suit and write only when it's pouring out of me. The rest of the time I sit at the keyboard only when it pays. I don't even check my private emails anymore, I have tens of thousands waiting somewhere. I have erased every boring part of my life out —other than the 45 hours slaved-labor every week, more than enough if you ask me—.

Happy Sunday, Earthlins. No long to Tuesday now, hang in there. Those second-living happy two Sundays !!

MI PIACE LE BICICLETE

 Back in Berlin, lovely Saturday morning and a few surprises, all to do with bicycles for some reason.

Dorita, you might want to visit the ladies down the road ;) 

happy weekend, earthlins xx

LETTERBOX

 

 

Modue makes a point of leaving a small but precious letter every time she passes by, even though I have not opened the door or come out to play in weeks. Just a precious little letter to say hi and bring a smile to my face. 

God save letterboxes !!

SUMMER

 Quiet Monday afternoon in Berlin, and Martini, of course.

SOULS

 

Be well xx