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I have just recently started playing Bloodborne.
And thus far it has been sheer and total Hell.
We won't even talk about
how it took ten million deaths before
I even got past that first wicked werewolf
at the clinic library lounge.
We also won't talk about how
I had to fight the damn beast with my bare hands
because I could not, for the bleeding life of me, figure out how to equip my weapons.
I have never played a game where the supposed simple act
of enabling your gear was not intuitive.
Forget about just clicking them in the top most visible menu.
No. That'd be too easy.
So--after totally winging it and finally beating the werewolf from hell
and Still not having any weapons in my hands,
I broke down and went online to investigate--
only to discover that I have to go down into a fucking sub-menu,
add the chosen weapons to the 1st and 3rd boxes,
and then activate my saw-cleaver and pistol from there?
Seriously???
No wonder I was just using my bare hands.
Anyway--after I got past that fucking werewolf,
I strolled into Yharnam proper
and proceeded to die a billion more deaths.
I could Not even get down the first part of that street
without being chopped to pieces over and over
and over and over and over and over.
I am enjoying it though.
It's scary, dark and mysterious.
Also, the architecture is pleasing and the enemies are intelligent.
Still, after being destroyed at every turn,
I am learning how to navigate and fight better. And run.
I have learned how to run away really fast.
We'll see how it goes.
Again, this is all just the very beginning of the damn game.
I know it's going to get much worse.
Last night, I finally made it to the first boss---
The Cleric Beast.
And Jesus--it's a living screaming nightmare.
I probably won't get past it's abominable ass until January.
p.s.
I wonder if the guy at that first Pink Lamp is interested in maybe being my Romantic interest.
He seems to have a really bad cough but his voice is soothing and sexy as hell.
(I made him give me directions multiple times just so I could listen to him talk).
I mean, I might be an Outsider,
but I am cleaning up his city
by ridding the streets and sewers
of hideously transformed citizens
and monstrous black magick beasts.
The least he could do is let me in
and let me have my way with him.
I've got a couple of things
to help---clear up his cough.
I have been playing The Witness.
And, while enjoying the scenery and wandering around a bit,
have mostly been banging my dumb head
against the aggravating puzzles.
While I am glad someone finally made a great (console)(spiritual) successor to Myst and Obsidian,
I am not pleased to discover I that I am not very bright.
I'm not even that far into the game
and there have already been two locations where I could not even begin the section
because I couldn't even figure out the first damn puzzle.
And since the puzzles
(at least the ones I've come across so far)
are mostly sequential, you have to figure out the
key/pattern that will help you progress
and unlock the cable to the next puzzle.
Sounds simple doesn't it?
Well, it's anything but that.
What, for the love of God,
do the squares inside the squares mean??
I can't figure that one out and it's shown up again
when I peeked into another area.
So far I've completed the entry garden,
the little bunker outside the garden,
that symmetry/boat house area,
the desert ruins area
(except for puzzle that opens the bunker door by the sea)
the pink orchard,
and the two puzzle installations before the pink orchard.
Now that I'm writing this I think I've only activated two lasers.
Oh--I did get the windmill going--
which I noticed has a puzzle on it's face
and which I'm sure will haunt me later-
but that area underneath with the video--is bizarre.
I wasn't able to solve any of those puzzles.
I did solve two puzzles in--shit-
I don't where or what the area is called
but--whatever--I've stopped playing for now.
I would sit there after work staring at the screen so long
trying to figure out a pattern/path
and would eventually feel what energy I had left
just fade right out of me.
I kept nodding out.
So I bought Call of Duty: Black Ops III.
I'll be battling rouge operatives
and storming enemy camps in Singapore at night.
And during the day (on the weekends)
I'll wrestle with The Witness--
on the island of mind bending puzzles--
since I'll be armed with fresh coffee
and a clear head from a full night's sleep.
Vincent is expected to medal in:
Spellcrafting
Levitation
Telekinesis
Golem construction
Psychic labyrinth
Electronic warfare
Handwriting analysis
Bowling
In a soft, breathlessly, excited announcer's voice:
Right now Vincent is going to attempt a 360 degree levitation spin
while releasing Gabriel fire onto 16 rotating targets placed around the football field.
6 of the targets will be hidden.
This exercise has a Level 42 Difficulty.
Vincent is sponsored by:
Arkansas Sports Association
ALDI
Aeon Flux Fan Club
Austin Merrick Fan Club
Martin Valko Fan Club
Lance Alexander Fan Club
Vic Hall Fan Club
Jarrod Scott Fan Club
Joakim Noah Fan Club
Jarvis Chandler Fan Club
Ty Roderick Fan Club
Tony Ward Fan Club
Ricky Sinz Fan Club
Drake Jaden Fan Club
Paul Carrigan Fan Club
Andres Risso Fan Club
Chubby Honeybear Club
Cocteau Twins Fan Club
Kirlian Camera Fan Club
Grace Jones Fan Club
Iain M. Banks Fan Club
Issabelle Huppert Fan Club
In Aisce Atelier
Sally's Beauty Supply
Skyscraper Page Forum
Black Men Can Do A Lot More Than Play Basketball Thank You Very Much Association
Blue Collar Men Association
Sexy Sicilian Men Association
Workin' Men
Chaos Men
Gemini Men
Gay Geeks Association
Avant Garde Aliens Association
Space Music Composers
Force Five Anime Productions
Fatal Frame Fotos
The Vampire Vittorio
Vampire Hunter D
Xavier Institute
University of Illinois Alumni
Unpublished Poets
Adult Literacy Program
Battle Royale Program
Black Cats Everywhere
Frou Frou Foxes In Midsummer Fires
Minotauro
Ivo
Donimo
Neo
Nigrum Solis Ordo
Namsiel
Illuminati
Operati
Otterley
Oomingmak Orbital
Vavatch Orbital
Chiark Orbital
The Mistake Not...
The Darkness
The Dreaming
The Dome Room
The Black Lodge
Polity War Drones
Project Pitchfork
Sony Playstation
Dieux De Stade
Delmonico's Gourmet Buffet
Crumb's Coffee Toffee Cupcake
Miss Que's Cross Country Club
Chicago Public Transit Authority
Cirque de la Lune Noire
Clan Ventrue
Cowboy Bebop
Afro Samurai
Assassin Zer0
Antelope
Abandoned Amusement Park Aficionados
Alcoholic's Anonymous
Low Self Esteem Equestrian Club
Master of the Abyss:
for Dr. Joseph E. Stack
R.I.P.
I miss you so much.
I needed you so much this past month.
I cannot stop being a fucking fool.
V.
I have just recently started playing Bloodborne.
And thus far it has been sheer and total Hell.
We won't even talk about
how it took ten million deaths before
I even got past that first wicked werewolf
at the clinic library lounge.
We also won't talk about how
I had to fight the damn beast with my bare hands
because I could not, for the bleeding life of me, figure out how to equip my weapons.
I have never played a game where the supposed simple act
of enabling your gear was not intuitive.
Forget about just clicking them in the top most visible menu.
No. That'd be too easy.
So--after totally winging it and finally beating the werewolf from hell
and Still not having any weapons in my hands,
I broke down and went online to investigate--
only to discover that I have to go down into a fucking sub-menu,
add the chosen weapons to the 1st and 3rd boxes,
and then activate my saw-cleaver and pistol from there?
Seriously???
No wonder I was just using my bare hands.
Anyway--after I got past that fucking werewolf,
I strolled into Yharnam proper
and proceeded to die a billion more deaths.
I could Not even get down the first part of that street
without being chopped to pieces over and over
and over and over and over and over.
I am enjoying it though.
It's scary, dark and mysterious.
Also, the architecture is pleasing and the enemies are intelligent.
Still, after being destroyed at every turn,
I am learning how to navigate and fight better. And run.
I have learned how to run away really fast.
We'll see how it goes.
Again, this is all just the very beginning of the damn game.
I know it's going to get much worse.
Last night, I finally made it to the first boss---
The Cleric Beast.
And Jesus--it's a living screaming nightmare.
I probably won't get past it's abominable ass until January.
p.s.
I wonder if the guy at that first Pink Lamp is interested in maybe being my Romantic interest.
He seems to have a really bad cough but his voice is soothing and sexy as hell.
(I made him give me directions multiple times just so I could listen to him talk).
I mean, I might be an Outsider,
but I am cleaning up his city
by ridding the streets and sewers
of hideously transformed citizens
and monstrous black magick beasts.
The least he could do is let me in
and let me have my way with him.
I've got a couple of things
to help---clear up his cough.
I have just recently started playing Bloodborne.
And thus far it has been sheer and total Hell.
We won't even talk about
how it took ten million deaths before
I even got past that first wicked werewolf
at the clinic library lounge.
We also won't talk about how
I had to fight the damn beast with my bare hands
because I could not, for the bleeding life of me, figure out how to equip my weapons.
I have never played a game where the supposed simple act
of enabling your gear was not intuitive.
Forget about just clicking them in the top most visible menu.
No. That'd be too easy.
So--after totally winging it and finally beating the werewolf from hell
and Still not having any weapons in my hands,
I broke down and went online to investigate--
only to discover that I have to go down into a fucking sub-menu,
add the chosen weapons to the 1st and 3rd boxes,
and then activate my saw-cleaver and pistol from there?
Seriously???
No wonder I was just using my bare hands.
Anyway--after I got past that fucking werewolf,
I strolled into Yharnam proper
and proceeded to die a billion more deaths.
I could Not even get down the first part of that street
without being chopped to pieces over and over
and over and over and over and over.
I am enjoying it though.
It's scary, dark and mysterious.
Also, the architecture is pleasing and the enemies are intelligent.
Still, after being destroyed at every turn,
I am learning how to navigate and fight better. And run.
I have learned how to run away really fast.
We'll see how it goes.
Again, this is all just the very beginning of the damn game.
I know it's going to get much worse.
Last night, I finally made it to the first boss---
The Cleric Beast.
And Jesus--it's a living screaming nightmare.
I probably won't get past it's abominable ass until January.
p.s.
I wonder if the guy at that first Pink Lamp is interested in maybe being my Romantic interest.
He seems to have a really bad cough but his voice is soothing and sexy as hell.
(I made him give me directions multiple times just so I could listen to him talk).
I mean, I might be an Outsider,
but I am cleaning up his city
by ridding the streets and sewers
of hideously transformed citizens
and monstrous black magick beasts.
The least he could do is let me in
and let me have my way with him.
I've got a couple of things
to help---clear up his cough.
Vincent is expected to medal in:
Spellcrafting
Levitation
Telekinesis
Golem construction
Psychic labyrinth
Electronic warfare
Handwriting analysis
Bowling
In a soft, breathlessly, excited announcer's voice:
Right now Vincent is going to attempt a 360 degree levitation spin
while releasing Gabriel fire onto 16 rotating targets placed around the football field.
6 of the targets will be hidden.
This exercise has a Level 42 Difficulty.
Vincent is sponsored by:
Arkansas Sports Association
ALDI
Aeon Flux Fan Club
Austin Merrick Fan Club
Martin Valko Fan Club
Lance Alexander Fan Club
Vic Hall Fan Club
Jarrod Scott Fan Club
Joakim Noah Fan Club
Jarvis Chandler Fan Club
Ty Roderick Fan Club
Tony Ward Fan Club
Ricky Sinz Fan Club
Drake Jaden Fan Club
Paul Carrigan Fan Club
Andres Risso Ran Club
Chubby Honeybear Club
Cocteau Twins Fan Club
Kirlian Camera Fan Club
Grace Jones Fan Club
Iain M. Banks Fan Club
Issabelle Huppert Fan Club
In Aisce Atelier
Sally's Beauty Supply
Skyscraper Page Forum
Black Men Can Do A Lot More Than Play Basketball Thank You Very Much Association
Blue Collar Men Association
Sexy Sicilian Men Association
Workin' Men
Chaos Men
Gemini Men
Gay Geeks Association
Avant Garde Aliens Association
Space Music Composers
Force Five Anime Productions
Fatal Frame Fotos
The Vampire Vittorio
Vampire Hunter D
Xavier Institute
University of Illinois Alumni
Unpublished Poets
Adult Literacy Program
Battle Royale Program
Black Cats Everywhere
Frou Frou Foxes In Midsummer Fires
Minotauro
Ivo
Donimo
Neo
Nigrum Solis Ordo
Namsiel
Illuminati
Operati
Otterley
Oomingmak Orbital
Vavatch Orbital
Chiark Orbital
The Mistake Not...
The Darkness
The Dreaming
The Dome Room
The Black Lodge
Polity War Drones
Project Pitchfork
Sony Playstation
Dieux De Stade
Delmonico's Gourmet Buffet
Crumb's Coffee Toffee Cupcake
Miss Que's Cross Country Club
Chicago Public Transit Authority
Cirque de la Lune Noire
Clan Ventrue
Cowboy Bebop
Afro Samurai
Assassin Zer0
Antelope
Abandoned Amusement Park Aficionados
Alcoholic's Anonymous
Low Self Esteem Equestrian Club
WARNING: Layers of wandering and fulgurating thoughts ahead.
I've been playing Firewatch the last few days.
What's Firewatch?
A game--a mystery interactive puzzle like game? Maybe?
(It just came out a few days ago
but I've been reading about it since early last year
and knew I wanted to check it out.)
You play as some guy named Henry who,
after some troubling times in his personal life,
takes a remote job as a fire lookout at a national park in Wyoming.
The year is 1989.
Your only source of communication is a walkie-talkie.
And the only person you talk to is this girl Delilah.
Well, she's not a girl. She's a woman--
and I think she might be like my boss.
Anyway-she's the occupant in the closest fire lookout tower to me--
which, I think is like 6.3 miles away.
Through binoculars, I can see her tower in the far distance--on top of some rocky crag.
But you never see her though.
You just talk.
And this talking--the random conversations--are what build (some of) the story.
I imagine many of you have quit reading by now--or stopped when you saw the word game.
But for the two of you that might still be reading this--
imagine me or yourself finding some long ago written note
in a lockbox
deep in the wild woods of Wyoming.
Imagine what you might imagine reading a strangers words.
Words that hint at something. Words don't quite make sense.
Would you hold or fold?
And that is just one of the aspects
that has pulled me into this game and it's story.
I'll give a few others real quick that could become posts of their owm:
1. The ambient, slightly country-esque, instrumental music.
2. The vast, gorgeous, empty landscapes.
3. The sky.
4. The wind.
So-I wont go into the slow building story--
the mysteries and suspense that unfold.
I haven't even finished the game yet.
But I knew yesterday while I was exploring the abandoned Arapahoe Camp
that I wanted to write something about what I was feeling--
how this game was more like life to me.
What might that be?
Here's one: Communication.
"But you're a Hermit Vincent," you say.
You don't like people and prefer solitary pursuits.
All true. I will agree.
But for the random stranger I might have to engage in the laundry room at midnight
pre-soaking his blood drenched bed sheets--
I'll need to know how to speak--up or out.
And speaking of speaking--
how you talk to Delilah affects the game.
You can lie, you can tell the truth,
you can be bitchy or funny.
You can sulk.
You can not say anything at all.
But I quickly noticed you have to pay attention to what she says too.
And you aren't given much time to reply to her.
Which makes me think how in real life I blurt out things I shouldn't say.
Or how I respond too quickly with anger and ruin a moment
--and possibly every moment after that.
So anyway--I have some suspicions about Ms. Delilah.
But I'll keep them to myself in case someone reading this might play the game.
I don't want my theories to cloud what dialogue you might choose.
But it's interesting how you have to work together with someone who you cannot see.
Whose only source of personality
is the words they feed you through a walkie-talkie.
I want to say a little more about this
but I'll just steer us into another set of layers:
Human Behavior and Mental Health.
The game subtly beats you over the head with both of these.
While consulting my map or compass (which I suck at by the way)
or while rappeling down a scree laden decline,
climbing rock faces with my bare hands,
stumbling through caves and canyons
or staring out from my tower across the smokey world,
I would think, could I really do this?
It's curious.
In real life, here in Chicago, I'm about to be inbetween jobs very soon.
Could I pick up sticks and go back to Wyoming to sit in a tower
cut off from civilization and diligently watch for fires??
The Hermit in me screams, "Hell freaking yeah boy!!
Stop playing and go get your lazy ass
to the nearest National Park Service and A-PPLY!!!"
But the Gatekeeper of Order in me says,
"Hell no. Most of those fires will probably be set
by some severely inebriated fool
puking up his stomach, terrorizing the giraffes and the deer,
and leaving his stupid garbage and cigarette butts everywhere.
I'd probably immediately lose all four millimeters of my temper
and drown his ass in the nearest body of water.
And actually this is something I--I mean Henry-
actually has to deal with in the game.
And I--I mean Henry--said some things
that actually bit me/him on the ass later.
Plus I absolutely despise hot weather
and this job would be during the damn summer.
So no--I suppose The Tower of Semi-Solitude
with Smokey the Bear as my imaginary bunkmate
is probably a no go.
"Only you can prevent forest fires."
And only you can prevent yourself from going stone crazy.
I might be better off being a lookout in Antarctica--
making sure polar bears and penguins don't get into any fights,
making sure all dog sled teams that pass through have the proper paperwork
and making sure the ice stays frozen.
But could my mind stand up to such a task?
Mental health sent Henry out to Wyoming
and mental health was stalking him in Wyoming.
And I don't think he realized it until he started seriously questioning
who was who
and what was going on around him.
"What the fuck is going on?!!,"
he and Delilah scream at each other--more than twice.
I scream those same words at myself almost every day.
Because--there is no fire.
(You know. It's an illusion!)
I have just recently started playing Bloodborne.
And thus far it has been sheer and total Hell.
We won't even talk about
how it took ten million deaths before
I even got past that first wicked werewolf
at the clinic library lounge.
We also won't talk about how
I had to fight the damn beast with my bare hands
because I could not, for the bleeding life of me, figure out how to equip my weapons.
I have never played a game where the supposed simple act
of enabling your gear was not intuitive.
Forget about just clicking them in the top most visible menu.
No. That'd be too easy.
So--after totally winging it and finally beating the werewolf from hell
and Still not having any weapons in my hands,
I broke down and went online to investigate--
only to discover that I have to go down into a fucking sub-menu,
add the chosen weapons to the 1st and 3rd boxes,
and then activate my saw-cleaver and pistol from there?
Seriously???
No wonder I was just using my bare hands.
Anyway--after I got past that fucking werewolf,
I strolled into Yharnam proper
and proceeded to die a billion more deaths.
I could Not even get down the first part of that street
without being chopped to pieces over and over
and over and over and over and over.
I am enjoying it though.
It's scary, dark and mysterious.
Also, the architecture is pleasing and the enemies are intelligent.
Still, after being destroyed at every turn,
I am learning how to navigate and fight better. And run.
I have learned how to run away really fast.
We'll see how it goes.
Again, this is all just the very beginning of the damn game.
I know it's going to get much worse.
Last night, I finally made it to the first boss---
The Cleric Beast.
And Jesus--it's a living screaming nightmare.
I probably won't get past it's abominable ass until January.
p.s.
I wonder if the guy at that first Pink Lamp is interested in maybe being my Romantic interest.
He seems to have a really bad cough but his voice is soothing and sexy as hell.
(I made him give me directions multiple times just so I could listen to him talk).
I mean, I might be an Outsider,
but I am cleaning up his city
by ridding the streets and sewers
of hideously transformed citizens
and monstrous black magick beasts.
The least he could do is let me in
and let me have my way with him.
I've got a couple of things
to help---clear up his cough.
I'd say 97 percent of my SL images are variations of Vincent--of me--
what I wish I could look like or wear.
This particular image is not.
It's an homage to this sexy black guy I sometimes see on the Red Line after work.
He gets on at Lake and then gets off at Belmont.
The outfit in the picture is sort of what he had on the other day--
his face was scruffy too--which I always find sexy on guys.
But the hair here on his head isn't quite what his is like in person.
Actually, his hair is sort of like mine--curly and ringlet-like
except his is shorter and a dark golden brown color.
His probably doesn't get super tangled like mine though.
Anyway--I had the the pleasure
of having him slightly cramped against me on the train the other day.
He was faced away from me trying to hold on to the ceiling
so I was able to gaze at him unobstructed
through the glass of the door.
I don't know what color his eyes are--he had on tinted glasses or something.
But who cares about his eyes when he's got nice hair,
nice golden skin
and a nice smell to him. I can still smell him.
And his ass. He's got a nice ass.
Nice--really nice
(round, plump, firm and full) asses are a must.
I am a total ass man.
Such a dirty old man am I.
I wish I could actually photograph him.
But I never have the nerve to ask.
V.
He didn't have a compass around his neck either.
But if he's ever lost, he can come here and stay with me.
I'll take good care of him.
Show me that you understand me
You just see what you want to see
I don't think I can help you out
You don't know what it's all about.
The Girl and The Robot
---Röyksopp
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltun92DfnPY
For me, I see this as way more than a denouncement of bullying.
So many other things are said here that really speak to me---of me.
The music's nice
but I need a better mirror.
V.
Level 41 Soldier.
---
So six months later I have finished Borderlands1--for a second time.
I had no intention of replaying it again--
See crazed rants here: www.flickr.com/photos/vadrian7/8052818950/
And here: www.flickr.com/photos/vadrian7/8123731018/
But I decided to give it all a go again for the hell of it.
Well--not really for the hell of it.
I am sort of a completionist.
And ever since last October, it has been nagging me in the back of my head
that I never finished the Underdome and the two DLCs after that.
Actually, the nagging really picked up after I finished Borderlands 2 a couple of times.
So anyway, this past Saturday, I freaking finally beat that beastial Hell-Burbia arena!
It was an all day affair
but the insane triple overtime win by The Bulls gave me sustenance.
And I had a nail-biter of my own.
The last three waves of the 5th round that bitch Moxxie made it so I had NO SHIELD!!
I can handle zero/reduced gravity, or faster frenzied enemy hordes with stronger shields
or a Badass wave full of Bruisers using ridiculously accurate rocket launchers.
But THREE waves in a row where the additional "random" effect is No Shield??!!
I'm calling bullshit on that one.
To add insult to injury I had Baron Flynt and his Boom Stick as the final boss.
And that son-of-a-bitch aggressively hunts you too.
And when you have NO SHIELD--for the third exhausting time in a row--
it really is NO FUN.
Terrifying is more like it actually.
I thought I was going to have a baby that day.
I must have screamed, thrashed and fell over the couch into a near faint a thousand times.
But--Bulls be praised--I finally prevailed.
I started the Angel Ruins arena afterward--but really??
It's the same mind-numbing format as Hell-Burbia.
And these are only the small rounds.
Once you get through the initial five rounds each in Hell Burbia, Angel Ruins and The Gully
you re-do them all again but with TWENTY rounds each instead!
Hell to the fucking NOOOOO!!!
So with all that in mind, I feel quite justified in just moving on
to The Secret Armory of General Knox---at least it's an actual mission/story.
And my main goal in replaying Borderlands 1 all over again (including Jakobs Cove again)
was to redeem myself for corrupting my first game
and finally getting through the first Underdome arena--
which caused all of this chaos to begin with.
You may go in peace now.
And may the peace of God be with you.
Amen.
Vincent
p.s.
When I finish these next two Boderlands 1 dlcs,
I will go back to Borderlands 2 and begin Mr Torgue's Campaign of Carnage
and then move on to Sir Hammerlocks Big Game Hunt.
Pray for me.
Something sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving
Through the city with criminals, stealth, welcome to enemy turf
Harder than immigrants work, "Golf" is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement
Brush the dirt up off my psyche
Psyche, psyche
Too black for the white kids, and too white for the blacks
From honor roll to cracking locks up off them bicycle racks
I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained, and I'm frightened, it's evident
And them eyes where he hiding all them icicles at.
Chum
---Earl Sweatshirt
The riddle gets solved
And you push me up to
This state of emergency
How beautiful to be
State of emergency
Is where I want to be
Emotional landscapes
They puzzle me
The riddle gets solved
And you push me up to
This state of emergency
How beautiful to be
State of
Emergency.
Joga
---Bjork
This is an older out take photo-sort of--just a place holder really.
Only reason I uploaded it is because I ended up with an odd number of pics
to upload in this batch-and needed to throw in another to make it even.
Oh well--this will ease me into the two new Borderlands pics I'm working on.
V.
(And after all this time, I'm seriously starting to think
that just maybe my shape is a little too big.
Sometimes some poses will throw my clothes or attachments off--
even when I have them at a larger size.
And/or I often spend way too much time modifying something to fit.
I don't want a little twinkie boy shape nor a huge muscular one.
I do like the one I usually wear-even if I have some issues--
but maybe this one is still a tad over the top.
damn.
As if I need to do anymore shopping around.)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltun92DfnPY
For me, I see this as way more than a denouncement of bullying.
So many other things are said here that really speak to me---of me.
The music's nice
but I need a better mirror.
V.
Maybe it's a sign of weakness, when I don't know what to say
Maybe I just wouldn't know what to do with my strength anyway
We Belong
---Pat Benatar
Yes, I have a Pat Benatar playlist as well.
I used to love Love Is A Battlefield
and We Belong. I think those came out when we lived in Germany.
Also, I love Heartbreaker, Invincible and her version of Wuthering Heights
but my favorite song by her is Don't Walk Away.
I know she stresses that I won't be alone
but I always seem to find myself that way.
V.