Wherein this avatar's fates, adventures and experiences in, his thoughts and feelings about and his reactions to his first and second life are depicted with written messages, images and other audiovisual tools.
I am Bock in SecondLife and Bock is I in first life. We share thoughts, opinions, feelings, actions and reactions. We are one and the same and inseparable. On this blog I choose to share both my realities.
Today a dear friend got the wonderful news that he is a survivor of the scary Big C. I'm sure it is been a terrible and awful time living with the sword of Damocles hanging threateningly over his life. But it's time to leave that behind and rejoice, rejoice and rejoice!
Oh what a glorious and joyous day! Happy, happy day!
Name: VlaPut Age: 64 Ethnicity: White Nationality: Russian Star Sign: Libra Relationship Status: Married, but... Occupation: President Hair: Some Hair Color: Dirty Blond Body Type: Husky Body Hair: Some Sexual Orientation: Bi-curious Dick Size: N/A, but "Both my wife and my lover Dmitry tell me, that it's not the size of the ship, nor the motion of the ocean that matters, its whether the captain stays in port long enough for all the passengers to get off. I am a very good captain!" Position: Versatile Looking for: Dates, Right Now Tell Us About Yourself: I like quiet evenings at home with my lover. Riding. Walks in the park under a full moon. Watching TV when someone bombs and gases civilians with my support. Cute kittens, puppies and weeping children babies. Vodka.
As soon as I read that this - or some other similar picture (no one is certain because a picture wasn't added to the directive) - had been outlawed by the Russian Federation as "extremist propaganda", I k-n-e-w I just had to publish it.
The simple reason is because I consider Vladimir "Little Father" Putin, president of the Russian Federation, a.k.a "The Murderer in Moscow", on of the five most truly evil people alive.
According to the Chicago Tribune the directive reads as follows: "Item 4071: a picture of a Putin-like person "with eyes and lips made up," captioned with an implicit anti-gay slur, implying "the supposed nonstandard sexual orientation of the president of the Russian Federation."
May he rot while he still walks among us and then forever more in hell.
Today my big brother Dejerrity Mycron, The Lord Protector of The Laird's Delectable Body (short version, The Lord Protector), turns twenty-nine (again).
Happy first life birthday sweet man, love you, always!
This is Dej and my special song (with lyrics adapted by me), please enjoy!
[Dej] You wait, little boy, on an empty stage For fate to turn the light on Your life, little boy, is an empty page That men will want to write on
[Bock] To write on
[Dej] You are sixteen going on seventeen Baby, it's time to think Better beware, be canny and careful Baby, you're on the brink
You are sixteen going on seventeen Fellows will fall in line Eager young lads and roues and cads Will offer you food and wine
Totally unprepared are you To face a world of men Timid and shy and scared are you Of things beyond your ken
You need someone older and wiser Telling you what to do I am seventeen going on eighteen I'll take care of you [Bock] I am sixteen going on seventeen I know that I'm naive Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet And willingly I believe
I am sixteen going on seventeen Innocent as a rose Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies What do I know of those
Totally unprepared am I To face a world of men Timid and shy and scared am I Of things beyond my ken
I need someone older and wiser Telling me what to do You are seventeen going on eighteen I'll depend on you
