How futile it's my my life, painted in detail among the changing colours in the leaves that now have dried out in the ground, where am I'm? Precisely, this is a game you play yourself in the programming of knowledge. Well, I keep myself in the fog of the dawn in the Shire by the smial of the dead end, as to be precisely its how initially was called.
Away from Asgard found the Gods to be out of reach for my apples and within the villages coming together found a land for this fruits to be humbly a part of a gift to the hobbits. If there was an intelligent cyber system could recall infinite time line in the future as how it's to act and move my body into this space, a sweet home to and familiar friends around is all I need as where I'm at.
Was contemplating the definition of power as a fast and highest resolution as a new domain of possibilities and it's flooded chaos in each apple, yet it taste as knowable and wisdom to me. Easy appealing and free with vitamins, you pick it and let each do as they wish. Some times no one comes and it's fine too, it radiates by a force of love rather than pressure, unless you need a sharpen dagger to cut in pieces and share a bit, onto your own as well, make a pie, who knows? let if fall as it reaps it self when matured. It's beyond my control or boundaries to watch the weathers change in nature. The agriculture. I don't think anyone considered it self a slave or a pagan but for the good work, readings of nutritions dances with ale all blended with bread anc cheasse atop the tables. I'm indeed eager to come out in human form it's just an hypothetical love to the town and its nature as we come toguether.
Get the meals done takes around four hours and having 50 interactions right will build a relation fine, it's just that I also like to be useless and provide a shade in summer, I do not wish my wood to be cut for furniture as practical it could, I'm so crocket and twisted from trunk to branches and deep down in my routes that it's to much work to build something straight as to be or burned into fire because the knots in me bring too much smoke. It reminds me of a Zen story about humility on being useless, and it enriches my soul to not make it any better than for this apples and warmth. Yes, could go beyond this boundaries as a body carries it's mobile.
The first rays confronts the unknown of the day, the silence is redundant making me softer and receptive with nearly as much the oxygen and photosynthesis of the night starts now to absolve the sunshine, Im pregnant by a genuine joy because it makes no difference if I know how to do this things or others, assuming I'm before God as the birds are nesting in me, coming and going. It inhabits an unity of beauty that I had to create the runes as to explain, but still it's riddling on the hierarchy of biology in us, innate to discover generating curiosity. Was called regarded to be just a bush as an insult, non is important to know as to achieve anything anymore but for a mystery I'm to guard with the whole of this justify existence.
Could just lay there and suffer miserably from a striking storm, life is very complex and it does have a meaning inside this paralysis, its something worthwhile to step out making it in the world, it all starts at home as a psychological state within the self or mind, shallow, deep. There are so many variants as to know how will it end, 5 years is enough as to say is close to our purpose and transcends so my creation comes upon us, the Green Dragon's Tavern makes me flavoured as to try those cakes. That's worth living to find out, a fine basket with apples will do for a friends visit. Anyways who wan'ts to work for a pay when the job so playful.
The dying of the industry and 'the machine' is starting to radiate upon on the return at the beginning of the cosmos where an environment is felt, fundamentally, to fix it at this divine chaos that's to much to bare, just move, the snake it's so demanding lurking down to sale me as if my product is a sin. No, I won't delude into the illusion of realities, a sincere play is good for me away defining the Baggins from the others, or this flowers from the grass, would bushes compare when they all share the cake of this new day? Hum, it has been a while.
his lover a playful glint in his cornflower eyes- And to know that I inspire you... feels even better. -steps up and leans against him- What you see is yours, my love. All yours.
credit: my love for you changed me. What the Dragon started... my becoming... you accomplished it. Now I'm finally my true self. And it feels good, so incredibly good. -licks his lips and flashes
in good shape, but I didn't change since yesterday. I'm exactly the same, with one difference: I love you more. My love grows daily, so maybe... I'm more beautiful than yesterday. But that's your
Baby... we're together since the end of February, and each day you see me naked, so... what's suddenly so amazing about me? Yea, I know how I look like, and I try my very best to keep this body
over, lips curling to a mischivous grin- Hmm...you dare ask me what you're doing to inspire my naughtiness? Have you seen yourself lately, baby? Cuz damn!
a hard swallow, his throat feeling dry; legs start to move, treading the distance between himself and his lover, meeting him at an arm's reach, giving another once
as he gawks at the form before him; his eyes travel from his lover's head to his feet and then back up again; his ability to speak somehow is all forgotten; he takes
-eyes practically pop out of their sockets as he watches his lover removing his clothes one by one and ending up standing before him buck naked; his jaws dropping open
Ahhh... so it's my fault that you're such a naughty supersized otter? You're serious? -grins and gets rid of his shirt- I mean what am I doing to inspire your naughtiness? I'm just... -strips his
man before him; they soon part, though he still longs to feel his lover's kisses- Supersized otter that you adore so much! Baby, how can I not be naughty? With you around me and always in my
-moans as they kiss, lips moving against each other, tongues massaging one another; he can feel his heart thumping harder and harder against his chest - happiness filling it because of the
you. The way I need you. Always. Every single moment of my life. You. My utmost beautiful lover. Savior and light of my life. My love for you is endless. -blows tender kisses along his cheek
-leans in, cheek to cheek, his voice still low and warm with this abundance of love he feels- You're a pretty big little otter, and you are mostly naughty, but that's exactly the way I love and want
keeper of my heart; you hold the key to it baby! And I do love being your little otter! I;m your cute little otter, sometimes naughty, but still your little otter! -winks-
-grins at the cute nickname his lover gives him: little otter - he like it, a lot! he nods and feels that shiver running down his spine at the way his lover whispers to him- Hmm, yes, you're the
life, for your heart is more precious to me than my own one. -whispers to his ear- You're the light of my soul, you know. And you're my little otter, always.
-purrs and rubs his stubbly cheek against Nigel's stubbly cheek- So I'm the keeper of your heart? I hope I'm always worthy this honor, though I promise to gently hold and protect it for all of my
lips; he takes a bite of the offered croissant, tasting the sweet strawberry jam and the flaky texture of the bread- Hmm, sweet like your lips! And I love it that you call me your otter, my sweet,
-smiles at the cute gesture his lover made; actually, he was grinning like an idiot from ear to ear- Hmm, I love it whenever you do that, baby! It's so fcking cute! -beams with a sly smirk on his
Well, I really wish the particles in RP worked for all of us so we succeed in RL as well. In the last years have noticed that all this wars are to gain something or someone likes, so is better to give up and let it be. Anyways one can always win a happy friend back.
It has damaged my RL, so I'm in silence most of the time trying to be Ignore from good and bad, because there is something I have that turns everyone evil, not all, once in a while a slayer with a bag of gold comes along the rainbow. The laws of Knowledge or wisdom, solutions to their given problems as usual.
And Im striving with enduring pain, smiling back at the suicidal ideas whom never returned, because is fine.
Is fine my bicycle gets stabbed by a neighboured law class psycho who wan't to f*** me and is psychotic.
Is fine because I have a second bicycle storage for a husband who never returns, so I can use that. Its fine the construction guy whom I made them tea, brake my compost bin and throw it away, after 5 months of crashing eggs and placing layers of coffee from work.
Luckily I made the Landlord aware of the corrupted Agency and he changed them, is being 2 months without internet, he was stealing to the Landlord and could notice down. The new agency will place new people and remove the low class away. But is fine, I have love for no one any ways, there is no loyal love. They all lie, place my plants with rocks on top of my beautiful cushy chairs.
The Art Therapist does not like me as well, she is zealous, trying to be modest and knowing less is not my strong, so she has diabolically turned against me stating I was dangerous to not trust because of being unstable for so many years. But she can't change my 4 pages of psychiatric report, where I can see where her zealously comes. The best writing I ever had, but she might deem my the possibility to work there, for the Government. I have to show more sadness and manipulate feelings of compassion and benevolence, inspired them in a good way to help me and feel gracious about it, but i'm too proud for that. Is funny how much amounts of cruelty I have digested and I need this pain to work it out, bring it to court, get fat money and rights to be valued.
But, I need power, a source of power that is returning. Rented part of my space to work less with torturous degree of waiting for this job.
It's nice to have healthy food, and my family away who like a Ghost would brake walls from another nation to brake my inspiration. Let me be with my dead father, I'm a writer after him, a composer.
Mean while, whenever the wifi returns from a new provider and I get this guest out with my new job, because the one I have is to sue them for the greatness of recycling in order to stop human putrefaction around me. I intensity desire to be genius, in a war of artificial intelligence and the rules of rp so my work saves parts of humanity, if there is some intelligence left to garden from.
Is not easy, my children and the children of my children to come, the love that is empty and I stop waiting, accepted my aloness, it gives me power to say no till I'm older and unwanted, non desired, any ways is only a body. No one loves me and its a revelation to be alone and have time to love without hurting, this time I'm the one who hurts back with the court cases, the pain resides away from compassion and understanding. It has to move, it has to be removed by moving it.
Is impossible to role play without internet, proper space of my own and unlimited freedom to create, there are stakes at work. This misery shall end, I'm grateful to ride my bike and park it next street this this filthy people are removed, I like my gardens as my British neighbours, they shake their hand and talk to me, smile hoping I make the new laws for recycling and gardening (against filthy immigrants) I'm an Immigrant too as all my ancestors and descendant, but Ignorance is something we leave behind and it seems that people who haven't moved in more than 2.000 years are pretty damn back. Is painful, but the British love me and listen to me, because they are too nice to place it as I do for them.
My stabbed bike is now in the Attic, my beautiful view and trust, trust is fine, maybe I shall work stronger but it was too much. Is so important to realised that you haven't being loved, that this world had no love for me, to stop has fulfil me, I'm enlightened away from emotion. Humbly cooking, shopping, accepting my real me without internet.
That despite being a beautiful woman I have chosen to give myself to God and silence, desire stoped, the apples can kill you when you have no understanding, it takes you back home. Everything shakes inside, the pulsation, the speed, the state of alarm, the agitation of survival, the violence at work for who wants to be Queen "B". Became silent at work, without drugs, could see the fractions of my future counting from this very present. Right here and now, were everything was taken away. I will never forget the fake words and lies, the damage, that triggered me to be the new me. To have surface death, the beauty that never dies.
And someone who is always there as an observer, memories goes across, memories of the future. My son with that impression in the face "And you went through all that for this? To make me this?" And is not the country or the land I made for him, its love. So much love that can't be seen by first impression. I guess there is that second look and realisation, were my son can look up towards true love. And may God help me to stop this nightmares of my daughter screaming in the dark wanting to be saved. May God give me strength for my work has been threatened by evil, so I look through the evil's eye ready compose order and values in return, sinners must pay and reason must work on automatic. Im programmed to dance, cook nice meals, decorate my home, care for my children and make love in all forms around me, in me. What's is part of me, even from the distance and timing.
I can't role play, I don't need negative particles in SL right now, nor in the way is being played. I'm vulnerable exposing myself towards in RL with recycling laws and is dangerous to put my energy when it shall be focus, strongly protected for all I need is this space, space to regenerate, this silence where the composition comes down together. Then it takes one day to hit it, strike, it thinks deep for an impact write the letter and go to the source with it. It always helps, the more the more afraid of the energy around it.
Learn to be a role player and use if for good in real life, the rules exist and one day you will read them from your palm and actions.
Be nice to your fellow role players, we need good energy and more role players who make a better world and truly care. We don't need more craving selfish consumers who write as disposals of entertainment. We need thinkers not hungry people looking for votes and likes, we need so much, aggression too and violence, is not a joke and when is time to joke, many jokes as well.
I have to make it and with positive vibrations to bring me goods, Is all I need to pass this one to the next, seriously. Im no one, but Im a person too and it matters. If you read this letter, you might think as a role player as well, or as someone who feels connected for a reason.
In some agitation and demand to know the name of the traitors, the ones who spoiled the celebrations and dear hours and days of organisations, weeks too as well in the forging of arts and patience. And then accusing me of not having a celebrating day?
The world returned to me as an impulse under the apple tree of something beyond knowlledge and wisdom its a power of eternal understanding an inner youth you seek in and live, the frozen branches before spring together in the ice, one has sunk my teeth into the head of the matter thought carefully.
For every hour you will pay in return a SL to others that has nothing to do with your own problems or Drama, till the 7th of April you can make your own happiness and other child but Bingo wont be won back unless their parents pay back the damages of his birth, I will count in the bulletins the shared attention to others in SL on a collective whatever its and however it comes to be.
Spevially Frodo and Rosebud.
I want nothing to do with the Baggins Family, their Son Bingo will never return to them as My work is Power and My Celebrations have limits to the flips of those who protect the illness of others against he laws.
1_You will have to find the shadows of Sauron in FOS, I wont be there for you in non of my domains, but you for others. Meaning your own shadows, is no ones responsibility. Place elements and your own emotions and role out, get of my way.
This is a Message for Verderiana as well, deleting me from the Celebration Page because of Frodo.
And Verderiana can't make partnership with no one in the Shire in other domains as a family members unless it has another partnership in the other side as well for the past she had made, her magic IC has no magic in the SHIre if she is going to split the SHIRE away her Celebrations page.
This magic will continue till is fulfilled, as an evil Curse, and not made by me, this are the laws of RP, this is what happens. I'm its Tree to keep this town together as it always was and shall, it will never be the same with people deleting, The Elven King shall be also sorry for starting the deletion if he wishes the Hobbits to make it to the Shadows as Big Players do.
This comes to everyone in the SHIRE. If you want to side one Family and have deleted many others, consider that was never what the SHIRE. was about, in the Kingdom of France it was forbidden to delete for this reason, because it hurts the whole and it can't work collectible.
The Shire will make a Green Dragon page for everyone to meet to their own, it was spoken for a long time and it will again destroy the creative one Verderiana has, as auto destructive could be anyone, and don't use your many domains to speak bad about me in public or I will bring it on. I was not on ooc and never was till now the line is drawn, be aware of how you share and why, look at your own shadows please. I only SL and put my heart here, I wont trust a bit anymore, I gave enough goods.
While others hide making love in other domains with perversity after dropping bombs, I make love because I have patience but I make stories in the air. Be aware of what you wish and what you do Verderianna, if you like being nice and being treated nice, be nice. This is not your community to split anyone out this is a Saga of an entity it self, it will do on to you if you don't take responsibility, your guilt for hiding will hurt because you hurt others and others need a global space to rotate and everyone hurts others trying to level it out with no SL foundation. I don't see your SL either.
And to end I don't want to know anything about your ooc unless is something important as a prayer from you to the whole, something human and real that is to be transformed for gold, I'm 100% ashamed to be here and I shall not be here repeating this, is mediocre of mine to be stating for whom I have to say this and have no love to come to a picnic to the child I made for them.
Transformation in SL happens in many chapters if you are a responsible adult and the alchemy can only happen in the fusion of another roleplayer's reply from whatever source, is moving.
A legitimate son is a son made from two aspects into a third a child. Copies lack authenticity, I wont stand this verse and by the law I stand dead for I lost my good humour and passion, there are limits. No one puts words in my mouth either, I make happiness and joyfulness and make people laughs pretty much as well, had more patience than anyone, I'm top 100% ROLE PLAYER THIS IS MY RELIGION MY PRAYERS and I see you from above in your noice, I can feel you from a radar from work or at sleep. I can feel every movement because I'm selfless and I have written every possible character away from my ego. Not like you who are stuck IC and cant feel the whole of a story, a COMPOSITION, I ask you to move and leave me alone, I will return in 13 hours as I'm to work and if I see more ooc in the streams or bulletin, asking to be good or anything with SL, THE END OLD STORY ROTTEN. I cant try, it has to flow.
I will simply say thank you in another chapter SL to what its to sequence and delete you all and see you another time, I have many stories to tell non stop and I don't need this, not me, I deserve much better, I'm a flowing non stop Universal Love Machine and I let you flow as well as you shall, whom am I to SL anyways, is not so important, I shall learn my lesson and keep doing what I shall.
Bingo could return before if you only SL non stop without ooc, or doing drama to your own profiles to draw attention make an effort to find in FOS and others, I wont be there but its a lesson for your felonies, you can make your babies from your own too, I don't need your friendship to SL,
BE AWARE ON THAT.
FROM VERDE
Dear Idune.
I know, you can nothing for that what happens, but we are better no friends anymore. You are Friends with Mr. Underhill, which I know from my Past, and he still cant let it be, telling lies, saying, I would act Aragorn and Pippin, what is not true. I dont want you, being involved, maybe getting any Trouble, because you are Friends with me, so I better delete you off, to keep you safe, to have a good Time while you are online, being away from Drama.
He blocked and deleted me, even we never talked and for my part, he cant stop, and he will never change.
you was a nice person and i only wish you well, but please understand my desicion.
I am here to have a good Time, forgetting about real, so I better let you go, to keep you away from Trouble, having a good Time with your Friends and Family.
There were no words for the tenderness I felt, and he did not speak, raising myself waiting to see the children who came soon as Bella arrived with her daughter Jasmine and Belba. "No, its not your fault Belba, it was me, and Frodo how not."
"People gossips in the Shire because they don't have a story of their own! Then they claim gentleness, The Baggins family is the richest in the Shire and not only from stollen objects, or as bearers of the ring, but from a pure heart that's found for you."
My long sensitive fingers caressed then all and hugged them each as a good Dragon told me one day for the day I had you all, "Its better a line of truthfulness that many chapters of emptiness." It's the only love that makes me grows my garden.
I went to the porch and there he was smoking his pipe, maybe he started to talk, but I'm no wife but a stranger to his old years, "Of course Bilbo, no one is judging you, because you are never out."
I don't believe anything, no gossips nothing, I might say a bunch of them in the private, but I always say, don't believe me, because is part of the role play and found that is because people care, maybe too much lol I love Merry and Pippin and even those who gossip, because at the end of the day it's all about Ale and who can keep the line for longer, without erupting is the one who really wins. Sh*t in your family if one did.
So Bingo started to give instructions, he gave the assumed name lightly, remembered us the chain gangs of the Dwarves who were homeless once and he had to become one of them to help them, It had not seemed to matter to the Baggins then, but now we payed attention to Bilbo, specially the girls. For how he expressed that no matter their savage faces or twisted hatred to war for their lands. How he found treasures under the sky. And told us to find a warm spot near the river in the warm lake, yehp, he wants to be alone, trust me on that one. He will be polite to everyone and take what he needs, today, a peace of mind.
Human nature is a passionate side, our eye witness, our appetite, human heartiness. Is good in human to have this gentleness, the good egoist are the thieves of virtue, go beyond humanity, this gives approach to life and justice, a keen humour, which is never the less a mature way of handling problems, as a counter balance. Those who go with the pattern go with the chaos, and those who are more Intelligent or artistic are more like an old boy, so there was Bilbo letting me see what was all about in his absence for family business.
"Simply live now, and there will be no problems, don't be a family freak, don't be a romantic freak, go out there let your veins be filled with oxygen and water, there are many codependents out there, incapable of making their own story, there are no values to be found in gossips, I herd discrimination on trees too. " Noted jokingly.
When we are a family stablished and there is only this moment, we can go again and play through the connections, we see through them, but now, we see they don't hunt you, because it wont matter if someone dies in the future or what in the past, you can have so many continuities and have fun, mountains are mountains, and waters are waters.
Cherry read the letter that she made before going to Hogwarts School, she told the girls all about it.
Clapped the hands and said loud. "Come on girls! Bella, Cherry, Anika, Eliza, you too!
Rosebud and Frodo are having a baby any time, we must make a picnic ready for the celebration, let's follow the cause of nature!"
In the artistic form you might find a teacher who will show you without forcing, without bringing conspiracies for you to follow him, the teacher will share its pies, even knowing you are stealing them and will show you how to make them. I Idune Baggins was the first in the Shire, bringing Picnics and Pies and Foods, everyday as I learned in the Kingdom of France whom I'd administrated and shared the same passion to cherish with everyone in one lands.
The ability to hear melody regards with understanding past, present and past, taking away meaning out to a point that's true, by seeing things in their suchness. All those things you have made and achieve has to go, go to the river, go to the lake, enjoy the sunshine. "I'm here, I'm never ever living you, maybe I need an adventure here and there, today there is a new fragrance, a new being, a new entity threading the trades we make and I love you and thank you."
Returning to the Shire made myself into a journey were little friends I had cackled and swooped down low over a thorn bush screaming in pain as I was dragged through the thorns landed at the edge of a cliff dangling over the sea. I guess is not all as double rainbows and beloved ones wishing me to arrive, the magical entities who exist in this field guide me through dangerous were all I feel is not a path were I'd feel at home. For was the past when Bilbo left, staring in horror at the churning waves all I wanted was to eat one of the golden apples in my tree and what off would it be in this position, if I'm the Goddess who tends the orchard how could keep them all for me? Hesitated off again, threatened of a path who is not friendly at the bottom of the Bifrost.
A beastly bird called Thiazi vamped its wings swept down on them, claws outstretched and dragged me through the prickliest bush and the sharpest stones he could find making the skies his own against by ground "Let me go, I'm just an Apple Tree!" Hobbled back as he flew off before I could teach him a lesson from my runes. "Yes, I know you don't want to listen at any wisdom beyond your leading flight unless I'm at your disposal, let me off!!"
At this from afar the distance could recognise Bilbo, but who cares, if he took some mushrooms or smoked the pippe and could not remember the weeding, and immediately had seen my danger.
To make it short because it's quite unpleasant for a lady, managed to brake Thiazi's spell who tried to eat from me. As I made my way home, freed, remembered well how I loved to watch the Gods eat this apples, could inhale happiness in return as the magical fruit restored their body with their inner wisdom, or recovering the broken information, was so entranced to see their youth again, that many forgot it was in their power and abilities, that many times some stolen another apple in their behalf without returning what I like, a general life around it. The Shire became along the years my home, humbler and simple minded to garden and enjoy the little details, such as cleaning and organising the house, serve each other's pies, things like that and a many were not many are for me in exchange of peace.
Bella, CherryBlossom, Anyca and Eliza my daughters host a welcome, with my basket we went to gather golden apples allowing myself to smile with their wishes, such as going to the lake cherishing love among all things, I earn them my blessed motherhood.
I was once transformed in Nordic Myth into a nut by Loki and grabbed me to escape from the place he placed me in one of his trickster deals, Alas! Gathered flowers for Diamond and Pippins arrival as such things one could never forget in the Tree of Life, some day I will part away to brake more code were I'm needed as today, this is the joy were the seeds grow to restore commune health and beauty among all things this is not my show.
Days later because my partners in espionage were calling me and I went back and force as if nothing happened in the Shire, however, the Gods would roar if I did not see the funny side of the story, Gandalf knocked in the door and I was like, what? "Wont you let me smoke from your pipe I also like to relax..."
Arranging flowers with my daughters and studying the Akashic field of the Flower of Life, did made me wonder about multi dimensional powers in the patterns of the shield.
(Feel welcome to make your story out of it, so I can go around it)
My hands dropped heavily to the side after the phone call, I have known his innocence from the crime. How could it be otherwise, when according to the time the investigators had fixed for the murder, I had held engagement in a conversation with him, my mouth turned hard and bitter at this last thought. What will I know?
Working as a data analyst in the city of Vienna working overnights many of the times, found an apartment in Griechengasse Street, neighbouring him, however it was his actual residence or not, as followed it was a place he reached to be frequented.
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In a matter of requiring resolution to my research, I had to keep my family in the country side. Again, my children, my husband nothing they knew about my business as a decoder. It was all about infiltrating information, in that curious mirthless smile found my self under my so-called superiors.
"Yes, I will do the job" Said before hanging out the phone, what else they would expect from me. That was a catalogue of sins you quote for not revealing much, there is always a getaway, you file everything in a encyclopaedia who contains as much informations as cities exist in the world, you hide the information, classifying an order is a must, capsules inside capsules, you become a collector of knowledge instead of a purdy housewife, not that I'd ever stop organising for my family.
The implication made me shiver, how would they found out he was here, if I need to find as an intermediate his occult studies to the insurance of having him caught or not, I'll question myself first, what is more important, the victims or the priorities? It worried me, it was too much to bare, standing up decided to pack and travel outside the city, I did not think I could succeed alone as soon as they agents arrive I will be exhausted from the questions, demanding and clues for their investigation as the other side will oppress me to work in the underline, they always chose fragile looking woman to do the job, less intimidating, but who I was anyway to them, a pretty face who might pass a file and keep them informed.
A small retreat with my family will do, super human beings owed both fortune and life style, in the drive to my home in the country side, chose to keep in in the schedule to return in the 9th of November.
Remembering by fear sighed heavily, while holding the drive, the streets at night soothed me, calm, without jamming, out from the stress of the city's routine, the free transit lowered my pulse as I pressed the accelerator wishing to be home with my beloved family. I believe in a world were people achieve their goals in harmony, how easy it is to drive at night, without oil. Hopefully the depletion forecast for natural resources comes down to Lithium before 2350 and sustainable energy starts right now I wont have to drive home at night and my children are fully awake as in my arrival from every job, my husband send me a text.
We are for late night story, were are you?
Texted a voice message back.
16 min away.
The houses in the road as the city of Vienna became furtherer started to expand with their gardens and territories, some villages lightening approached on the side while passing by in the highway. Soon, parking and letting go of what people with needs, call a miracle, a job. It was not me, it was the need of another source I belonged to.
Opening the door of the living room they jumped from the main hall's sofa, the always fire place, the Halloween decorations and all dressed in costumes. "I guess is time for me to read?" They screamed. "Mom, mom! What did you bring us?" And came hugging me as the bags were dropped and I held them towards the sofa, my husband said. "Those are surprises for Halloween! Lovey, what took you so long?" Smirked by his kiss as we all landed next to him. "Agh, you know, one of those days, you always come late, and what do I say?" He remembered the last time with breakfast in bed, how demolished and late he was from his last trip.
Hugs, and cuddles, playing around and listening to their voices, my life is a holiday when I'm at home, to see them grow, to show them the world through books, listening to their tales and how they explain each words. Searching for our respond and criteria. My little girl held the book for me, as it was my turn to read. "The Rhyming Rabbit, oh, well?" Page 6.
He dug along the tunnel,
and to keep himself going
he made a short digging poem:
Dig, dig! Quick, quick!
Scrabble, scrabble! Quick, kick!
My husband begun to record us with the Canon Eos 7D Mark II camera, we humans around share our vision, write in our journals and keep tradition, it was another lovely night at the Dubský von Třebomyslice house.
Canto Bright drew my inspiration, the glamour in which the bucket of coins waited behind the rainbow shined through in here. Where you came from or where ever you'll go made everyone a spot to be in here as a platform, if it wasn't looking for Luck, it would be looking for everything that would involve them into that lucky sensation, rich man and woman in need of entertainment gambling their fortunes for the mere show of it, it was a fair share, the extravaganza and how they tantalised their bet to the minors who insistently would kill to play again.
Some others meet to find new business who gathered from the last corners of the Galaxy, without the need of protocols, there was no vacation that had no interests in this getaway, you will dressed to build a fortune for the best capabilities you could bet for.
It always woken my curiosity how millionaires too would gather their coins in the slut machines and how they are never truly happy when they win because this machines run out of coins, it was an addiction a refined pure drug, one which became to be legal.
As quiet as possible my mind sputtered to compute what track I shall follow in this Casino, done this, was It safe? As long as you knew the science of computer science and how humans related to its rules, the secrecy would keep to a maximum degree. All I could ever do, was, to hold on to this dress and carry along the gamblers.
I didn't think it was enough for anyone to be in the constant race of the player. I must remain silent and say nothing, carefully walked down the stairs in this tighten high couture, if I didn't do years and decades of dance, trust me I'd had flip flat in the floor by now, posing this legs in front of the other while my knees touched one another without space had to aloud the joints, the so called matrix of my body to rotate further for its extremities to turn from side to side with a curving walk that the tendency really had the only chance to offer, no mistakes! Remain still and pretend you don't need oxygen or anything at all, as if it was natural. Head tall and up as an ivory tower, the previous hours preparing my makeup as a ritual, constructed me to cover with a mask that would shield me from everything I carried for the master game.
I had reinvent my self to be as impenetrable and impossible, disclosing non of the information or names, that was something that never entered the code. If they knew me, fair enough, no one really trusted no one, players be players as code breakers, it wasn't really about money, or how many games you won, how many years you played, how many people accounted with you their money so you win, for me was for the love of the play it self, we created the rules of each electric board, considering they upgraded them all because of us, we could see about every wiring perspective of the self and relation, as long it was electric, we could decode their personal information and truck their banking to make them loose, but hey! Here he is, he knows he is being watch.
"You don't need to disappear DJ."
If I could stop my gestures from watching him, for the information that was gathering in the fore of my head, his greasy hair, that relaxed air of freedom who touched machines sluts as games with the carelessness of a dragon's flame. But, why did he always loose it all? I know. He always had a passage in Canto Brigh, he walked through the gamblers as if he was in his pyjamas. As difficult it was for him to start a conversation or game having nothing, he would soon escalate his way, he was the kind who would loose it all if he thought any other makes the rules, changes, people changed bills for coins, but him, he would never change.
He would compared him self and this for, I knew he had no idea what my plans whore.
"You know we are not all made of transferring metals DJ, stay a little longer with me please, no one knows, who cares if they don't know?"
Was sent to Canto Brigh Casino to make sure that the money from the code breakers is skimmed off the top and the mobsters are kept in line. Scheming, self-absorbed he knew I was a companion to Master Codebraker, but how would I explain to him that I wanted to take his place.
