You Are Never Alone 2011

I have posted this song by Mauro Scocco a few times before, but this time it is not only for my own benefit.



You Are Never Alone
by Mauro Scocco (translated to English by Bock McMillan)

When the storm blows, when the bridges burn
When hope and meaning, just disappear
When you feel small, and when no one is there
You will never be alone anyway, as long as I am here

I can walk all night, take a plane or train
It doesn't matter where you are
I´ll get there - anyway

You are never alone, as long as I breathe
As long as my heart - can beat
You are never alone, never forget it
I'll do anything for you, I hope that you know
Yes, I hope that you know

If those you trust fail you, if your dream fell apart
Then I can remind you of how much you're worth
That the fear you feel, it is not you
And how scary as it may seem, it will fade away

I can walk all night, take a plane or train
It doesn't matter where you are
I´ll get there - anyway

You are never alone, as long as I breathe
As long as my heart - can beat
You are never alone, never forget it
I'll do anything for you, I hope that you know
Yes, I hope that you know

So when you no longer cope, then I´ll cope for us both
When you cannot find a way out, I´ll find one anyway
You have given me so much over the years that have passed
The biggest thing one can get, you have given it to me

You are never alone, as long as I breathe
As long as my heart - can beat
You are never alone, never forget it
I'll do anything for you, I hope that you know
Yes, I hope that you know
Yes, I hope that you know

And I know, that you know

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I would buy it for the design alone. To read more about Crave go this webpage.

We Deal In Solutions

Having problems logging in to SecondLife today?

My buddy Eddi Haskell has a helpful tip for you here.

...But For the Grace of My Alarm Clock

Photo by Kurney Ramsey

I just woke up from a terrible nightmare.

In my dream I was travelling by bus somewhere in the middle of the night and had been sleeping on some seats in the back of the bus. As I slowly wake up and am still dazed I hear a woman making comments about an erection that she has liked the look off. She keeps on talking about it.

After a few minutes I am awake enough to start looking around the bus to try and catch a glimpse of the lauded member and it´s patron. To my astonishment I discovered that the woman and I are alone on the bus. It is then I realize that she has been talking to me about my member. I feel myself blush intensely.

I do my best to ignore her and push the Stop-button to get off at the next bus stop. "OK", I hear her say, "Good idea, but no need to push the button because it is the end of the line!".

The bus soon comes to a stop by an immense, pitch dark, parking lot that is only lit up by a few strong lights. It is still in the middle of the night so the parking lot is deserted but I see a few houses vaguely on the other side. As I hurriedly rush off the bus I hear her say, "Do you want to come to my place or should we do it here?"

I rush/run away as fast as I can and I hear her running after me. Even in her heels she is running faster than I am and is slowly, little-by-little, gaining in on me. I curse my smoking habits and try to increase the distance again but feel this is a race I will surely lose. She is going to have me...

Then the blessed alarm goes off, and I wake up in a cold sweat.
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As I think of my nightmare now I am struck by my uncharacteristic behavior.

Why didn't I just speak up and tell her to zip up because I was not interested?
Why did I start running? She was a woman and not a large one either. I could certainly have warded her off to protect my dick and myself.
Why did I in my dream so clearly place myself in the role and actions of a defenseless victim?
What would have been so totally terrible about having my little dickie munched on by a woman that I ended up in this frenzy?
Am I going bisexual or - may the Gods save me from that horrible fate - even heterosexual?

Blog Stats for November

Bock in SecondLife had 5,4 % fewer hits in November 2011 than in October. The number of pageviews for November is 12 711, while there was an all time high of 13 436 pageviews in October. The previous records were set September 2011 (12 749 pageviews) and July 2011 (12 477 pageviews).

Pageviews by country 11/2011

Sweden still leads as my all time largest reader country with 55 954 pageviews, while the United States comes in at 34 156 pageviews and Egypt in third place with 5 737 pageviews.

The three largest language groups among my readers in November 2011 were English (50,5 %), Swedish (21,1 %) with German and Spanish sharing third place (5,3 %).

Pick A Number

I found this piece by Paul Rudnick in the New Yorker through my steady supplier J.M.G, "Pick A Number".

I´m a definite 18, what are you? Tell us the number you pick at J.M.G.; I Pick 18.

My Day In Hibernation

I took this day off because it´s been a rough fortnight in both my first and second lives. I have been dealing with a lot in my mind and finally I felt like I reached a point of "sensory and mental overload".

I needed to shut down "the brain-machine" and do a reboot to let the dust settle in my mind and get a fresh look on things. The excuse I used to myself and others was that I needed to go out and buy Christmas presents, which sounds acceptable because of the time of the year.

The alarm was set to wake me up at 9 AM this morning and I got out of bed and turned on the computer to read my mail. There were two of interest, from two of the living people that I love the most in real life and SecondLife, although I was really happy to receive them and for the good news they contained, I found myself lacking in energy to respond directly. Two hours later I went back to bed and lay there sleeping (mostly) or thinking, avoiding the cold, the darkness and the storm brewing outside. Finally I woke up at 9 PM and got out of bed and made coffee.

Sometimes I earnestly wish that I could change my personality as easily as I change skin, shape, hair and eyes in SecondLife. I wish I could stay calm, cool and collected at all times and wasn't prone to follow my passions  I wish my parents, my school and my mentors in life had taught me, that I do not need to share my opinion on every matter I feel strongly about or that I do not always have to react when I see what I perceive as injustices. The world can do well enough with out my opinionated rantings.

After the first two cups of coffee I realized my thoughts were futile, it is not possible - yet - to change your personality in a radical way when one is close to 42 years old. I must do the best I can with what I have and follow my path. What I can do is perhaps to be clearer about why I do and say things and hopefully make it clear to everyone that my intentions - mostly - are good and honest.

Enough of being self centered, tomorrow is another day! Christmas presents, Christmas cards and the Saint Lucio Walk of Sha.. ummm, ummm Honor at the Swedish Embassy in SecondLife on December 13th are on my to do list for the weekend.