I somehow imagine you as either a "wingless" (emoto? Anoto? ) vixen, or as a curious inc vixen.
And damn would I have enjoyed to make your acquaintance there. Though my writing style in English deteriorated as I read more and more contemporary English instead off Shakespeare and the 1001 Nights, I got more fluent and faster in everyday conversation.
But, too, the veil of realities is an asshole, so... I'd just would have lost my heart one more time.
It has been some years since I was very active there, sadly. Most of the places I frequented surely no longer exist. Und ich denke, dein Englisch ist weitaus besser als mein ungeübtes Deutsch.
I often wondered how the average listener copes if they only hear the beginning of a sentence, when usually the verbs get tacked on at the end. Or how one decides the gender of inanimate objects (though I know that's a feature common to many languages, not just German).
Well... We are required to listen to the whole sentence and only once we heard it completely can we start working with it.
The result is that people without patience, that don't listen for real, tend to jump to wrong conclusions a bit more often in German than in English.
When my ancestors in densely forested germania ulterior would have come into contact with a shipload of squeaky, rubberized vixens, who knows how the germanic languages would have developed...
* scribbles down note to have a band of grumpy barbarians discover a stone that fell from the heavens, only to find it being filled with friendly rubbery squeaky creatures *
She was one of the first rubbery furs I saw, in the wonderful world of Second Life.
Amelie and my friend Tasha were my kind tutors in SL as well.
And damn would I have enjoyed to make your acquaintance there. Though my writing style in English deteriorated as I read more and more contemporary English instead off Shakespeare and the 1001 Nights, I got more fluent and faster in everyday conversation.
But, too, the veil of realities is an asshole, so... I'd just would have lost my heart one more time.
Und ich zittere in Freude wenn ich mir vorstelle, Dein Schnäuzchen in meiner eigenen Sprache reden zu hören.
I often wondered how the average listener copes if they only hear the beginning of a sentence, when usually the verbs get tacked on at the end. Or how one decides the gender of inanimate objects (though I know that's a feature common to many languages, not just German).
The result is that people without patience, that don't listen for real, tend to jump to wrong conclusions a bit more often in German than in English.
When my ancestors in densely forested germania ulterior would have come into contact with a shipload of squeaky, rubberized vixens, who knows how the germanic languages would have developed...
* scribbles down note to have a band of grumpy barbarians discover a stone that fell from the heavens, only to find it being filled with friendly rubbery squeaky creatures *
https://i.gyazo.com/929a6e6a095d8b3.....86b3105ec3.png
They're lovely!
You simply are one of the most lovely rubberdollies I ever had the pleasure of making the acquaintence of.
As I got recently asked to provide input on rubber fetish gear..:
What is your second life marketplace shop?
Bonus: https://i.gyazo.com/6c0cb7591aca44b.....79681b0e80.png