Hunger is painful. Weariness creeps for hours into the brain. Now I can not yet adopt my Vitalbrei, I really want to finish the Avatar for my baby. I have yet decided whether it should be a girl or a boy. In any case, it is to have a cat's head and wings. Of course, we are moving in Second Life without wings through the virtual world, but wings are simply chic. And for my baby I would have only the best.
Darn it, I get dizzy, I need my skinny hairless bodies necessarily again fuel inspire. If we had but only a better position in Second Life, if we could live in Dreamland and land for sale, then I could also afford a diet of the IV line. Then I would not ever go to the refrigerator and high-security me this disgusting stuff tilt in the mouth.
Something abnormal. That one has to take food into his mouth and choke down. This is so difficult with the untrained esophagus. Melancholy I stare in the mirror on the wall in the cubbyhole. My beauty. I have inherited from Ururgroßoma, probably it is the only existing at all levels in the world. Who wants to watch already, this milky face, never seen a glimmer of sun, sparse threads hanging around on the head, huge eyes, large with pupils like barn doors. What do we need again a nose? I forgot about it. Urururgroßoma would have to explain to me in their world there was still smells. And real food, you had to chew. Disgusting.
create When it finally that we can rid ourselves of this pesky body and can totally immerse themselves into Second Life?
I turn away from the mirror. Why only when ever I stare into it again? What do I want to see it? My life is played out in Second Life, where I am tall and slim, a pretty creature from the Twilight, with angel wings (yes, I'm all these things, why should my baby also get some), a wolf man to man Unfortunately, he gives far too much time and Linden dollars in its tuning, otherwise it is a very nice chat Junky. I have seen him before. In the real world, I mean. Strange, what's the real world? We live in Second Life.
"activities you are always with a certain noise.'s Work in silence in front of him." 
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