tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50129286729755176922011-11-21T19:08:53.056+10:00~A Day in the life of the Virtual Worlds Bad Girl~ozziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02276921159769405070noreply@blogger.comBlogger381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012928672975517692.post-59748920584195132222010-12-02T11:03:00.001+10:002010-12-02T11:03:49.741+10:00

I sit alone on the floor of my little tropical bungalow. I see the smashed glass from the mirror not far from my feet. I lean lean up against the bed, its a warm tropical day but i am naked an alone hunched up in a ball.My leather boot sits dangerously in the middle of the glass spread. The same demons begin to haunt me again, its the same routine day in day. Fuel yourself up so that you loose

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The Palm tree's fluttered their leaves like a crane basking in the mid afternoon sun. The sparkle of the clear blue water was hypnotising me as I sat in the sand.I was panting, sweat covered my body. I was looking good in a bikini again, not through hard work though, no pain no gain my personal trainer would say. I prefer it to be pleasurable pain though, this was not.Left alone on the beach, I

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The Polished wooden floor reflected the image of me on the floor whilst sitting on the side of a Victorian style bed. I placed my hand on the bed frame. I tapped my nails as i gasped for sanity like a dolphin surfacing for air. Too many failed business's, the broken friendships, and strained relationships had lead on me a pathway to despair. The morning air heated by the scorching tropical sun

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The chatter of drunken people, the clatter of beer bottles, is suddenly broken by the tap of a hand on a microphone. I switch off from the conversation with friends. I tap my nail on the table at first to the pick of a guitar string.The Smooth and rhythmical plucking of the strings gets me on my feet. My body rocks to the beat of the bass, the beat are old, and twelve bars to bear my soul. The

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Running my pencil through my hair, I was deep in thought lying across the lounge chair in the Futa Club. My head was resting on the arm rest, my right leg was dangling down from the opposite arm rest.I had negated to remember my left leg was separated from my right being stretched from the seat cushion. I was wearing a short tartan style skirt, and white top, kind of sheer almost. A pose I might

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Sitting around the fire comfortably on a nice couch, one of those "L" shaped couches, I was wondering why I was brought here. I wasn't alone, I was in the presence of two fine gentlemen or so it seemed. One I already knew he seemed like a sweet guy, his friend I wasn't so sure about.I was invited here by my friend known to me as Sebastian. Sebastian explained to me I was in a place known as

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Its cold, I feel my skin starting to freeze, first on my fingers. I have no familiarity with my surroundings, my eyes struggle to see any light. I am resting against a cold brick wall, my leather jacket struggles to insulate me from the bitter coldness. The pavement is cold, the streets are empty. I don't recall how I got here.I've spent far too many hours wandering lonely streets. I feel a

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I sit alone in the office at Velvet Grid, my fingernails dig into the cushioning on the chair. I look down a half page of scribble and note's.I grind my teeth; slide my rubber sole high tops across the dark red carpet.*Bang*, *Thud*My head hits the table twice, no brick in this building anywhere close. In a dark world of desire, temptation, and lust it s so easy to be insecure and negative. I

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I was feeling down, I did some self therapy, I wrote the reasons why I hate myself and wrote the reasons why I love myself because as a smart chicky Said “if I don't love myself then how can I love my friends truly. Too my surprise I could think of more reasons why I love myself.Reasons I hate myself1. I regret things I haven’t said and things I have said.2. I am an extrovert I hate being alone.3

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Crunched up in a little ball on the floor, I could feel the burning stare of my nurse from hell. Now my world was quickly circling in innuendo, and blurred reality. The gentle tick tick of my brain was fast more like a fast paced buzz, like I had vibrator on full speed at my temple.If I were a robot right now I would be rocking back a forward like I was going to explode, faster and faster my

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I could feel my dark thickened blood boiling as I stood at the entrance to the room watching the poor pathetic sight in front of me turn on his piano chair and move his stare towards me.His hand on his knee’s as if he was motioning to stand. I watch him rise to his feet, the once athletic looking frame, looking slightly more obese, and the effects of alcoholism taking their effects it seemed. The

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The early morning sun cast the glint of red around the room in my office at the Grid Rock complex. I look a midget sitting at my large Glass Desk typing away feverously on the keypad. My office sits above the green room next to the stage. Much has changed in the long wintry months. I sit on my lonesome writing the next chapter in my "restrained rehabilitation" series of stories.My bare feet

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Lying partially naked on the bench outside the nurse’s office I could be mistaken for someone who owned the place. I had not a care in the world, Ipod on my chest, some privileges returned to me. It had no network to connect to, so no facebook or other distractions just my music.Music soothes my soul, gives me positive energy, I was singing out loud "fuck you, fuck you very muuuch" lily Allen

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The days ebbed and flowed past, it seemed like months to me, My own private hell it seemed, my own doing I was realising to myself. Visions or flashbacks in dream like states were allowing me to paste together the path to the position I find myself in.A collection of screams and painful cries from a distant room down the hall I had heard fuelled my inquisitive mind. I knew these had come from the

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Images, visions and memories flood past like I am sitting in a movie theatre watching the big screen, except it’s my life on show and I am the only one watching, I think?Suddenly, black, hey where's the ending, I’m not done yet?I see a small white dot, it grows. It's light, this is becoming some trip. I begin to hear voices, I am becoming aware. I feel the bed underneath me, stomach cramps. I

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Slam the door to the cubicle next door slams shut. My humble frame slumped in the rear corner, the door to the public toilet is switched to "No Vacancy'. I have been reduced to a shell, needle tracks build on my arm.Its cold, I feel it, I shiver. I Struggle for warmth in my lonely existence. Sequences of events and a series of wrong decisions, careless heart transactions sending me into a heroin

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Sitting on the beach in the weever protected lands I was looking like the lonliest bimbo cheerleader in my practice outfit the gentle waves of an empty sea massaging my toes. Not a bird, fish, shark or living creature in sight. I was sitting on a lonely little island surrounded by water. The gentle sound of waves all the music I need.The self enforced solitude a necessity to collect my thoughts.

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The Parched Lips, dry mouth and the slow and un-reactive state of being, all symptoms of the exhaustive morning after. I raise my head off the pillow slightly; wisp away the frizzy, fraggle like hair from my face. Another big night or weekend, time can be such a difficult thing to grasp when riding the chemical rollercoaster. I look down, my right leg is exposed from the white bed sheet, a red

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Procrastination is no safe place for an active mind. I felt like a cliff jumper, standing a ledge, just dam side sexier then my competitors. I had tormented myself by having sold my soul to just about everyone barring the devil himself, but then again who knows. Names and Faces just slip into the background very quickly. Hello's and you were awesome are often met with blank stares. I had a small

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The Crickly Crackly sound of burning tinder wasn't going to last much longer. My firebug friend was searching through her arsenal of fire starters, in the blink of an eye and to the sound of a mighty voompa Ava was going to light this stack of wood into a fireball that would light up the night sky with a reddy glow.The waves gently slipped onto the beach, the gentle sound massaging my mind, that

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The mid afternoon sun was starting to make my skin feel a lil hot as I lay on the reclined pool deck chair. I was relaxing on the roof of the Sinsity Mansion by the pool. The fully reclined deck chair allowed me to lie on my tummy.My open writing journal was in front of me. I picked up the sun lotion and applied the layer to my already tan skin. The security guard stood still to my right, never

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The gentle swooshing of waves at Las Arenas Rodas was massaging my toes as I lay peacefully on the beach. The frequent screech of a seagull reminded me I wasn't completely alone. The sounds of nature a song I dearly missed. For the first time in a while I was in no rush to be somewhere, I wasn’t being called by this isn't working, that needs doing. The hustle and bustle of city life was behind me

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The wind blows my silky hair from face; I scratch the loose dirt away with my bare feet. The little round stones dig into my soft behind. I sit alone my arms crossed pulling my knees into my chest. I sit alone on the edge of the cliff face, the long drop hardly softening the sound of crashing waves below. The setting sun slips closer to the water in front of me. The evening chill begins to

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I was in unfamiliar territory sitting upright in my uncomfortable hospital bed. I protested to the nurses over the lack of pillows and love. This display of the slink sleeky jaguar style of cheek would be retorted with "Awww is princess feeling uncomfortable?"I had two words for them, and it wasn't love you, there was no love in this one. The nurses did share a common interest. Every morning he

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My cheeky fishnet coat and a pair of black platforms was all that prevented me from appearing natural to my companion. I stood there my hand gently caressing her shoulder as she opened the door. She took my hand and guided me into the room.I stood in the centre of the room, waiting for the blindfold to be removed. The detail was as scant as the clothes covering my otherwise naturally firm body.

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Tap; Tap my bare foot taps on the top floor on my home in the Soho, a quick stroll of the Phoenix club. The distant sound of music soothes me. I am sitting on my bed alone, in solitude. My lacy g-string rides up my backside, stretching as I lean forward. I reach under; slip my hand into a gap between the bed mattress and the base.Wedged inside is a small plastic bottle. I sit back up on the side

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The smell of burning rubber was still evident as I wandered off the lane into Brewer St. A car had sped off down onto Wardour St. I stood at the entrance of the Phoenix club; I could see a few people further down the street in an otherwise seemingly empty street. Judging by the cigarette butts it had been a busy nite. It now seemed as if the curious minded innocent world was a distant memory to

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It was a cold winter’s morning; my arms folded an attempt to keep myself warm. My long black overcoat was swaying at the base against the frigid morning air. My head was bowed down as I drifted up the alley. The Soho was now my home, I was lamenting as I was walking. My humble and innocent beginnings, my thirst for the rattle of coins, and flicking of notes in my tip jar, my struggle with heroin

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Sometimes it can be a frightening proposition looking at the dirt and dust that lies under your bed. My humble lil home left empty as my furniture had been packed and shipped. I was moving to a new address. I had taken residence in a loft style apartment in the Soho within walking distance of Phoenix an underground club off Brewer Street. I gazed around the room, looking at walls if only they

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I was sitting on the bed, my back supported by a pillow and the headboard. I had my journal in my lap as my knees were raised off the bed. I was making finishing touches to a story I had been working on "interview with hermaphrodite". Sami lay on the bed next to me; I glanced down at my loving partner lying peacefully on her side.I slipped my pencil behind my ear, and gently moved the hair away

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Anyone wandering up the stair leading to my loft like bedroom would have been greeted with the poignant odour of nail polish. I was sitting in the middle of my bed. A towel under my feet, toes separated by cotton wool, I was intently doing my toe nails. The colour was Jet Black. I was in a semi naked state, a cheeky black "G" string. I was preparing for a job interview. My Chosen outfit was

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The gentle swoosh of the waves at my feet and the screetch of parrots filled my ears. I looked at the sun reflecting of the water. The position of the sun in relation to coconut trees on the point told me it was most likely after four pm. My equatorial location would give me another hour to hour and a half of light.I slipped my finger over my upper arm, caressing the tan lotion into my skin. I

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Dawn broke over the distant horizon as I lay peacefully on the bed under a white sheet, my quilt cover barely covering my right foot. My writing journal placed beside me, the open page spread with doodles of love hearts circling the words "Sami".I'd fallen asleep on my lonesome, thinking of my beau, holidaying on some Mediterranean beach. Nature's alarm clock was starting provide light on my face

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It was a bright summer's afternoon. I was slowly submerging myself into the sand on the beach on the edge of the square at centre of the purple monkey club. The sun beaming down on my body, I was wearing my favourite swimsuit, a one piece royal blue with an Australian flag on the front.I was pondering to myself. Pondering what I would say when I meet our father at the virtual walls to his house.

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I Don't always trust a person by what i see.I can't reach out and touch your face to find out what you be.I Don't always believe what u say.To obtain my trust there is nothing u have to pay.I can appear to be dumb an Ditzy.Sometimes i love to dress quite Ritzy.Fools would believe that i am overall not Smart.I don't need you to tell me i am a tart.The best of me is definitely worth it,I have an

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It was a cold winter’s nite, as cold as my heart felt. I landed the landing zone in front of the entrance to the HP club. The stars twinkled, the moon provided light to the red carpet that lead me into the first floor of the small club that was HP's. Two tables split the view looking into the club as I approach the arched entrance.The small stage at the back of the room was empty; the single

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My name is Ozzie, welcome to my blog site. I was born into the virtual world on the 27th of July, 2007. It was a moonlight night just like any other night, when my feet touched the ground for the first time in poden. I was standing on virtual dirt at the top of the welcome area. I looked much like a new age cave girl, in a strange virtual world.I walked down the path leading up to the welcoming

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You rezz into the pleasant surrounding sounds of birds chirping in the late afternoon sun. You look down your bare toughened feet standing on a pale red gravely path. The path is wide, wide enough to fit a vehicle, thought it seems as though it’s a road less travelled.You hear the rustle of the knee high grass on the forest floor that borders the path. Your dress flutters with each gust of wind.

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