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Good morning everyone and happy holidays! I know I have been away a long time. And all of you deserve an explanation. For many years I did the breakfast club. In the end I knew it had run it's course

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26 minutes ago, JingleWorm said:

Hello there! ^_^ Whatcha like doing in SL? Roleplaying?

Hello! I pretty much like to build on my rented land, if not I go TP friends send me and I hope they don't bring me to a computer crash!! xD

I will try to IM you ingame ♥

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/me sits and pokes at the fire as she slowly accepts the fact that some of the color has been lost from her SL.  The only people she will have the chance to interact with socially will be the people that log in at the same time she does - mostly just her own time zone.  She sets out marshmallows, chocolate bars, and graham crackers because they won't need refrigeration and can stay out for hours for the next person to show up after she's long gone.

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Hippie Bowman

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Good morning everyone and happy holidays! I know I have been away a long time. And all of you deserve an explanation. For many years I did the breakfast club. In the end I knew it had run it's course so I stepped down. Also beginning in 2011 I started Hippiestock. It was wonderful and I thought it had also run it's course. However Hippiestock is being reserected with the help of Owl and the many performers that played at Hippiestock. So January the 15 will start a new run. And I will be opening the event!

 

In 2021 my son Mark passed away from COVID-19. LadySue and I were devastated. Both of us fell into a deep depression. The pain is deep and hard to ignore. Both of us are trying not to let our greif kill our joy. It is getting better but we believe the pain will never go away completely.

 

After my son passed neither LadySue nor I had no desire to be in second life. A few months ago I sold the Lagrange Point Spaceport sim. I kept my premium account and have a linden home.

 

So that is what is happening with me. Know this. I will always love each and every one of you. Nothing will ever change that. 

 

Also happy holidays to all of you. I will post my Christmas post here!

 

Twas the night before SL Christmas, when all through the house 
Not a prim creature was stirring, not even a talking mouse; 

The stockings were rezzed by the chimney with care, 
In hopes that St. Philip soon would be there; 

The prim babies were nestled and linked to their beds, 
While visions of cracker crumbs danced in their heads; 

And mamma in her flexies, and I in my chaps, 
Had just sat on poses for a long winter's nap, 

When out on the mega platform there arose such a clatter,
I stood from my pose to see what was the matter. 

Away to the window I TP'd like a flash, 
Derezzed the shutters and unlinked the sash. 

The SL moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow 
Gave the environmental setting of mid-day to objects below, 

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, 
But a scripted miniature sleigh, and eight scripted tiny reindeer, 

With a little old driver, so lively with skill, 
I knew in a moment it must be St. Phil.

More rapid than physical objects his coursers they came, 
And he IM'd, and shouted, and called them by name; 

"Now, Flasher! now, Lancer! now, Enhancer and Nixon! 
On, Vomit! on Stupid! on, Blender and Whitson! 
To the top of the prim! to the top of the wall! 
Now crash away! crash away! crash away all!" 

As dry leaves that before the Second Life wind fly, 
When they meet with an object, and mount to the sky, 

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of prim toys, and St. Philip too. 

And then, in my headphones, I heard on the roof 
The prancing and pawing of each little scripted hoof.

As I held down the left arrow, and was turning around, 
Down the hollowed box chimney St. Philip came with a bound. 

He was dressed all in fur, from his white flexie hair to his scripted boots, 
And his clothes had a texture, all tarnished with ashes and soot; 

A bundle of toys he had rezzed on his back, 
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. 

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like sculpted roses, his nose like a berry! 

His droll little mouth was drawn up with an AO, 
And the beard of his chin was as white as the textured snow; 

His scripted pipe he held tight in his teeth, 
And the smoke particles encircled his head like a wreath; 

He had a broad face and a little round prim belly, 
That shook, when I clicked it like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, 
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; 

A wink of his eye and a jerk of his head, 
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; 

He spoke not a word, as he was not a talking prim elf, 
And rezzed things in all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, 

And laying his finger aside of his head, 
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rezzed;

He TP'd to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, 
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. 

But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight, 
Happy SL Christmas to all, and to all a good night!!

On behalf of  LadySue and I, I would like to wish all of you a  very Merry Christmas, Happy Holiday, and a awesome New Year! The Bowman Family! 

 

Peace On Earth!

 

 

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3 minutes ago, Hippie Bowman said:

Good morning everyone and happy holidays! I know I have been away a long time. And all of you deserve an explanation. For many years I did the breakfast club. In the end I knew it had run it's course so I stepped down. Also beginning in 2011 I started Hippiestock. It was wonderful and I thought it had also run it's course. However Hippiestock is being reserected with the help of Owl and the many performers that played at Hippiestock. So January the 15 will start a new run. And I will be opening the event!

 

In 2021 my son Mark passed away from COVID-19. LadySue and I were devastated. Both of us fell into a deep depression. The pain is deep and hard to ignore. Both of us are trying not to let our greif kill our joy. It is getting better but we believe the pain will never go away completely.

 

After my son passed neither LadySue nor I had no desire to be in second life. A few months ago I sold the Lagrange Point Spaceport sim. I kept my premium account and have a linden home.

 

So that is what is happening with me. Know this. I will always love each and every one of you. Nothing will ever change that. 

 

Also happy holidays to all of you. I will post my Christmas post here!

 

Twas the night before SL Christmas, when all through the house 
Not a prim creature was stirring, not even a talking mouse; 

The stockings were rezzed by the chimney with care, 
In hopes that St. Philip soon would be there; 

The prim babies were nestled and linked to their beds, 
While visions of cracker crumbs danced in their heads; 

And mamma in her flexies, and I in my chaps, 
Had just sat on poses for a long winter's nap, 

When out on the mega platform there arose such a clatter,
I stood from my pose to see what was the matter. 

Away to the window I TP'd like a flash, 
Derezzed the shutters and unlinked the sash. 

The SL moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow 
Gave the environmental setting of mid-day to objects below, 

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, 
But a scripted miniature sleigh, and eight scripted tiny reindeer, 

With a little old driver, so lively with skill, 
I knew in a moment it must be St. Phil.

More rapid than physical objects his coursers they came, 
And he IM'd, and shouted, and called them by name; 

"Now, Flasher! now, Lancer! now, Enhancer and Nixon! 
On, Vomit! on Stupid! on, Blender and Whitson! 
To the top of the prim! to the top of the wall! 
Now crash away! crash away! crash away all!" 

As dry leaves that before the Second Life wind fly, 
When they meet with an object, and mount to the sky, 

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of prim toys, and St. Philip too. 

And then, in my headphones, I heard on the roof 
The prancing and pawing of each little scripted hoof.

As I held down the left arrow, and was turning around, 
Down the hollowed box chimney St. Philip came with a bound. 

He was dressed all in fur, from his white flexie hair to his scripted boots, 
And his clothes had a texture, all tarnished with ashes and soot; 

A bundle of toys he had rezzed on his back, 
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. 

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like sculpted roses, his nose like a berry! 

His droll little mouth was drawn up with an AO, 
And the beard of his chin was as white as the textured snow; 

His scripted pipe he held tight in his teeth, 
And the smoke particles encircled his head like a wreath; 

He had a broad face and a little round prim belly, 
That shook, when I clicked it like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, 
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; 

A wink of his eye and a jerk of his head, 
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; 

He spoke not a word, as he was not a talking prim elf, 
And rezzed things in all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, 

And laying his finger aside of his head, 
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rezzed;

He TP'd to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, 
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. 

But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight, 
Happy SL Christmas to all, and to all a good night!!

On behalf of  LadySue and I, I would like to wish all of you a  very Merry Christmas, Happy Holiday, and a awesome New Year! The Bowman Family! 

 

Peace On Earth!

 

 

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I wish you healing, and miss you on here, Hippy brother!

Peace,

Love

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Happy New Year!  In the final month, December, we often find magic in other people, places and things. As the year comes to an end, open your heart and embrace whatever may come you way. Decide what you love and what you want to leave behind as you prepare to embark on a new year of life.

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On 3/3/2011 at 4:07 AM, Hippie Bowman said:

Hi all!   Trying out this new forum, so posting here.   Come on in my friends, and pull up a spot by the fire, and lets talk!   Ahhhhh!   Life is good!   Far out!

 

 

 

Peace!

Hello, nice to meet you. Sound like a fun friend to hang out with. sadly post is from many years ago. Maybe can meet some new friends here. Happy new years! Peace out man ✌️ ☮️🕊️

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