Shirt: Juice “Route 66 Greaser”
Shirt: Gabriel “Drape Shirt (blue)”
Jacket: Klam Design “Kevin”
Sweater: Ducknipple “Foebel”
(Indulge me while I think about the eighties. Not exactly Pat Benatar or Heart, not exactly John Cougar Mellencamp before he quietly abandoned his Cougar, more of a flashy Boy George or Stray-Cat-Strut kinda eighties. Fun!)
Admiring my Pony Earrings?
This guitar includes a HUD that lets you control several strums and stances to let you get your Rock on. This version was a gift in the Hunting9 hunt, but Kumaki is rapidly turning into a rockers' dream with guitars and gorgeous drum kits.
Guitar: Kumaki Glasses Style “K_gs MTG/hunting9 version” (guitar/animations/HUD)
Tattoo Sleeves: KatatOnik “(light) Sakura Storm Tattoo Sleeve 2”
Jacket: Touche “Ski Bunny Parka”
Shirt: Tyranny Designs “Find Me in the Rain”
Leggings: Ducknipple “Foul Purple” (on underwear layer)
Socks: Zenith “Star Socks” (gift)
Shoes: Creativ Design “Free Graffiti Sneakers” (free on XStreet)
Earrings: Mauve’s “MB’s Punk Pony Earrings” (DSN sample)
Hair: Posh “Zombielicious” (Zombie Popcorn Hunt gift)
Hair Braids: Exile “Laya Braid Attachment/ violetdawn”
Skin: Garage “Cyber Punk skin ton-3 mk-2”
Eyes: Poetic Color “Night Rain”
Photo Studio: N30
Love,
Serene
In my dreams I can fly. I see myself able to climb with these wings up to the highest level of the City. The beautiful upper buildings seem to hover over the dirt below, daring gravity to have the hubris to pull them down. But inevitably I go back down to wander in the the streets below, the ones I know in real life. Perhaps I do not know enough about the shining buildings overhead to dream about them for long. I can't even imagine what they look like on the inside.
My bird self walks into the buildings on the ground level, claws clicking on the pavement.
I must have stared at this paper unicorn for several minutes. Where have I seen it before?
I didn't know that a dream could last long enough to explore a whole city. I wandered through its several levels, above and below, flying or walking on catwalks. Most of it was dark and lifeless, the public streets commercial, without any sign of warmth or friendship.
If this city has a redeeming point I suppose it must be the art. I found several collections: some landscapes placed openly behind gallery doors, more visceral works tucked into odd corners. It was fascinating, but hard to understand ... what does it mean? (There was a literal barrier here, placed between me and the paintings ... )
Below in the Underground, I found the art more streetwise. Now this I understand. This street artist painted beauty back into his life ... reclaiming the lost sky and sun, with a whimsical beach and even an umbrella to protect himself from sunburn. Gotta love the dark humor here.