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, earthlings. 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

Thriller

 

When the shit gets hard AND GOSH IT'S HARD IN RL AT THE MOMENT nothing like decorating your SL home while dancing to MJ's Thriller

BACK TO THE BERLIN PROJECT 1929 - A FEW POSTCARDS

 

One year Ago, in a virtual world far far away....

 

I miss you guys, wherever you are, be well.

Another Baby

 I knew he was bothered. Mitch wasn't even looking at Igor as he calmed the beasts of Whitechapel with his craft.

 "I am well my darling, I promise you" he lied. No use, I knew better— after all I had been causing him havoc for the past six years.

 

Igor, in the meantime, pretended not to follow and continued to play as if his life depended on it, which in those parts might actually have been a good move; anything could spark the anger of the East Enders in the 1880s.

That bloody violin made me thirsty. Thirst ! that's it! I thought. that will ease Mitch's mood!

But no...not even whisky. Mitch slouched over the table, eyes lost, not even holding his glass, or me for that matter. I understood, of course. We belonged to the same tribe. I would have felt equally broken had I been in his shoes, but I wasn't; I was one of the lucky ones, and I  knew that irritated him further.

But never mind the bollocks! the fact of the pudding was Mitch was devastated about another baby. I know, I am also a time traveler from the future, I also feel lust and joy when I am close to some of them, but at the same time I am human! I started brewing anger as he sat there like a wet noodle. 

Pull yourself together, Freckles! I cheered myself up; this was what coupling is all about! "for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health and in fucked up humor"

That's it! I thought. As the Spaniards say, 'time to grasp the bull by the horns! though in this case I was the one wearing a good pair.

I left my glass on the sticky table and sat closer to him, holding his hands on mine. 

"My darling, I know. I know I did it first. I know mine is a beast; that  the graphics are shocking. I know it goes 3,000 frames per second when we play games; I know the keyboard shines in the dark;  but baby... in only twenty four hours you will have a laptop just like mine"

Mitch let go off  my hands. He sat very straight and said:

"What are you saying woman!" he served himself another drink, smirked and hissed "MY NEW LAPTOP IS THE BEST"