Truestar Mokeev

I'm opening a cafe in Bay City, called True Haven. Still "under construction" but mostly finished, so anyone can certainly drop by. I've hired a bunny for a bouncer. Shortly after the hire, I sat down to have a meeting of sorts, and things weren't going so well at the moment the photo was taken. Happily, our differences were reconcilable. Her name is Thumpelina. The other photo is me ready to pounce on any passersby to cajole them into checking out the cafe.

I may look like I'm in deep thought, but at that moment I was trying to remember what day it was. Anyway, this is a slice of my SL life, at my SL home.

Amazing capture and costume! Love the lighting as well, with the shadow of arm and hand on the wing. Carry on superhero!

I'm standing with my newly acquired ray gun that shoots hot plasma (The Black Forest) trying to decide what to shoot at. After a quick check of nearby avatars I shot at my neighbor's home. It was spectacular.

I typically don't invite myself over to a friend or neighbor's home, but depicted is me doing both. Like a fun pack of imposition. I'm the one standing with beer in hand, and my lovely friend Serendipity is seated.

Departures can often trigger feelings of melancholy.

After snuggling with the large stuffed kitty in the local Chiat Noir cafe getting wired on espresso, I'm enjoying a moment of Spring. Been feeling a bit weathered lately. '

A moment of solitary reflection in my beloved SL haven. Gratitude mixed with seasonal melancholy. I'll conjure up a bad pun soon enough to break the spell.

My first RL experience of the Rocky Horror Picture Show was with a blind date. Quite the mix!

Not to be dismissive of real world pain that would be associated with any Dystopian setting, I think the question of whether fun could be had is an interesting one, and I think the answer is yes! I think whatever joy one could muster in such a setting would feel juxtaposed against the darker experience, thus rendering such moments more potent. As per fun in bed, lumpy mattress or otherwise? Well……….. By the way, I always enjoy your kind and supportive comments to myself and others on this forum. I’ve come to really enjoy this overwhelmingly positive thread.

Titanic rock rock rocket ride squeaks and creaks like my lumpy mattress at the 7 Gables Motel. Hmmm…….not that kind of squeaking and creaking!

Reflections of myself engaged in a staring contest. A dimensional mismatch.

I love this! Fascinating on many levels. My eye moves from right to left....from darkness to light. The middle figure awakening. At least that's my experience of this wonderful work.

Random arcade, handful of tokens, reach flow state...........mmmm...........Nerdvana.

He's not in his bedroom. Where did Van Gogh? I'm flummoxed, as I came here to lend him an ear.