Will soon come to a close when I finally go back home. I really enjoyed my time with my friend Mr Boat, and really felt like I was part of the family. We had a badass BBQ, drank some brewskis.

I enjoyed it a load. I'll be online tomorrow morning, stat.

Peace, love and robots,

Paipai

my friend Rowans place for a couple of days after a few fights at my normal place. A small, stately three up, two down house in the middle of Perth. I woke up this morning to come outside onto the balcony, the fragrant smell of frangapani being toasted by the sun, rose up to where I sat and infused in my nostrils, mixed with the menthol whisps of my nicotine smoke, left me in a complete sense of tranquility rose through me, one I haven't felt for in months.

I'm glad to be here in my safehouse, and I'll try and get on skype to contact some of you. Leave me a note or a comment if you miss me <3

Love,

Paipai~

I have decided to sell commissions for 1000 Linden a piece, to see if there would be enough demand for me to draw art on a daily basis.

Please send me a notecard with requests/ references and pay Paimon Alecto the Linden on Second Life.

I will literally draw ANY request, but NOT: excessive watersports/scat, babyfur sex or pedophilic relations.

get those request notes coming in, folks!

Under the careful nudging of a friend, I uploaded some stupid notebook art I do. Perhaps more will come, ya never no.

Hoo-rah.

three days til my net is up!

*wiggles her butt at two relevant people, a tease*

People can really hurt you by saying small things that are designed to bug you.
I go through depression clusters every couple of days.
All I have now, that keeps me going, is the people I love. They know who they are.

Everything in my life that I've found funny is useless in comparison to old, drawn out novellas I wrote when I was was 9.

My sister, who decides to call me alot out of the blue, had found some of my notepads full of these stories. She read one out, and seriously, I nearly choked to death from laughing at myself.

A whole series of them is about a talking tree that relies on people to come to him so that he can give them good personal advice, cause you know, he's rooted to the ground.

Seriously, what wasn't I smoking that suddenly made me at least half a sane individual back then?

I must of had a hard case of serious child mental retardation.

Or perhaps, in a way, I was right. Perhaps You have to look for people who looks like trees who can't walk anywhere for good, personal life-altering advice.

Perhaps the fact I never really ended that quest to find that tree has shaped me into the being I am right now...

..nah, I was just a kid with a lack of friends and WAY too much time alone, it seems.

Sitting my plush bottom on the couch, I decided to turn on the television, to let the light film across my face in an otherwise darkened room. Becoming tired of comedy, or drama, I flicked across to a foreign documentary and film channel, SBS. It was there I encountered 7 Up Japan.

7 Up is a long founded series at was first made in england, cronicalling the lives of 60's generation 7 year olds, and reviewing how their lives went on a whole matter of subjects such a racial discrimination, social status, finanical status and where they were located. I loved the english series, which is still ongoing, but I felt extremely compelled with this new series in Japan, which is already up to their 21st birthdays.

One boy struck me the most out of all of them. His name is Yoshi, a 21 year old whoms family immigrated from China to Japan, living in a small apartment, in which he now still resides. His early years were happy, to a point, but one glance into his eyes and the things he commented on even as a young age compelled me tolisten to his segment much more intently than the others.

At 21 now, he is long and lean, with black, deep eyes that scream tiredness and misery. His whole time now is spent working, going to college, and then going home to sleep. Just enough money for him to pay for private university and to eat, and just one television set. He lives alone, after the previous segments show him with 20 other family members, eating sunday dinner together.

He comments to the screen that all his family members moved back to China. He looks up, one hand nestled in his dyed orange hair and almost sighs that he barely understands his original language, or culture, and questions what he'd do for his family if he went back with them.

He barely whispers "it wouldn't be practical". His eyes almost scream lonliness. I wish I could find a youtube link so you'd understand what I saw in his face.

It makes me question my own life, whether we are just made for this world nowadays to work and become drones to the social lifestyle that the world is slowly changing into. Whether being creative and feeling alive at times is important.

He doesn't even know me yet he reached out and touched the very softest, most fragile part of my soul. He's younger than me, but am I going to actually become him one day? And is he just a robot now?

The interviewer asked him what the favourite part of his days are now. He said it's the time he comes home late at night, and says to himself "Well done Yoshi, you made it through another day".

I hope he still does, in his own mind.

..like I loooove you~

*swoons happily*

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
Lors
Pai
Pie-mon

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU'VE HAD:
Paimon
Lorstania
Ifellina

THREE THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 33 MINUTES (Of the last day)
Woke up
Rolled a smoke
Lit it (It was worth it)

THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
I can wiggle my eyebrows charmingly
I giggle joyfully when being pushed in a cart
I have nice teeth.

THREE THINGS YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
Big ass
Small boobs
Big nose

THREE PARTS OF YOUR ORIGINS:
Well we all started life as single celled organisms
Turned into retarded-fish frogs
Then my mom popped me out of her baby-hole

THREE THINGS YOU'RE AFRAID OF:
Dying alone
Eye infections that can cause blindness
Furbies

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
Big baggy shirt
unattractive grandma panties
a peaceful expression

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
Tobacco
Coke
Cup of tea

THREE IMPORTANT OBJECTS:
My spinner rings
Computer
Roller

THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE BANDS:
Radiohead
Infected Mushroom
Muse

THREE WAYS TO BE HAPPY:
Talk to whos most important
Watching the sun creep into the sky every morning
Listen to music

THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE SONGS AT PRESENT:
Invincible- Muse
A bag of Weed- Family Guy
Renegade- Hed PE


THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:
Tone up, physically
Learn a new instrument
get onto electronic ciggerettes

THREE THINGS YOU REGRET:
Stressing. It messes with your head.
Not reading enough comics
Not having a better over-all relationship with my parents

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
To know what each other is thinking
To be happy together
To embrace what we have, not material things we may want :]

THREE IMPORTANT THINGS YOU'VE GIVEN TO THE WORLD:
A smile
a laugh
then turning around and giving the world the bird

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:
I get stressed alot
my butt bounces slightly when I walk
Im really a super-human robot from the future brought back to fight crime

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE IN THE SAME SEX:
nice smile
big lips
a rockin' bod

THREE EMOTIONAL THINGS YOU LIKE IN THE SAME SEX:
the ability to have a nice friendship
creativeness
and the ability to have makeup parties


THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:
fight crime
be a cyborg
end it with my stupid fucking wilfred brimley questions for hotseat

THREE THINGS YOU MISS FROM YOUR PAST:
America
When punks were really punks
I could never miss the movie "clueless'- from the 90's though :/

THREE GIFTS YOU WOULD LIKE TO RECEIVE:
flowers
electronic cigerette
WORLD PEACE lawl

THREE REASONS WHY YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE:
The fact I completely disgreguarded authority as a teen
Ciggerettes
A lot of book learnin'

THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES:
Gaming
Reading
Writing

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
Not throw up
Have a drink
Talk to my darlings

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
Professional goof
Small time dandy highwayman
Full-time making-the-hump-motion-into-the-camera guy.

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO FOR HOLIDAY:
Montreal
Spain
Out of the house

THREE BOY’S NAMES:
George
Christopher
Eric

THREE GIRL'S NAMES:
Fern
Selma
Anna

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
Get married
Become a professional rap artist
Touch Rhiannas butt.

When I finally barf rainbows.

Still reaching for that star...

Oh how I hate to mousedraw. Oh how I hate it.
I've heard some people day that bamboo tablets are cheap.. any suggestions here? If i'm desperate enough I'll buy one off ebay.

I had money in my account, but supporting stuff and paying for things fails.

;_; qq baww okay I'm done.

And through it all I try to keep smiling. I'm really not sure what I'm doing here, or why I should still be really enjoying my life.

I'm alone where I am, completely alone. No friends, no family, no squat. I feel like as my birthday rolls around again I feel like a failure of life.

1. What is your character's name?
Paimon

2. What is your character's name in another language?
Paimon (hebrew)

3. How old is he/she?
Same as me - 21

4. What is your character's race/species?
Donkey. So in other words a Jackass

5. Do they have a crush?
Not currently

6. Do they have many friends?
A few, important friends that are in his heart

7. What planet is your character from?
I'm not really sure of that myself

8. Does your character like to eat?
Grass, hay, carrots

9. What's his/her favorite food?
Sushi

10. What's his/her favorite drink?
Medium Dr Pib

11. Is your character annoying?
I've been called so.

13. Is your character loved?
Might be. I get some ILU's.

14. Is your character hated?
Yes.

15. Is he/she emo/goth?
Emo. White donkey, black eyes.

16. Is he/she straight, bisexual, or gay?
Bisexual, leading towards gay

17. Is he/she a virgin?
HAAHAHAHAHAAAAA nuu

18. Name 3 hobbies
Being an idiot, painting, making others laugh

19. Is your character normal?
I dont think so

20. Is your character attractive?
If you find donkeys attractive ~

21. How does your character handle emotions?
Not very well. Becomes very inverted.

22. Does your character have other forms?
an imp, for now.

23. Does your character overreact?
Usually

24. Is your character a criminal?
No.

25. Does your character go to school?
No.

26. What's his/her IQ?
My own IQ

27. Does your character have a disease/curse?
No.

28. Is your character dead?
No.

29. Does your character have a family?
His twin, Sohjin Xingjian, and his best friend Tini, who he considers his own sort of family.

30. Has he/she encountered any tragic times in life?
Yes.

31. What's the best time in your character's life?
Hasn't really been something that has stuck my mind

32. If you could name 1 friend, which would you relate to your character?
Sohjin

33. Is your character single?
Yes

34. Has he/she developed any relationships?
Yes.

35. Does she/he have an element?
No.

36. Do you role-play your character?
Yes

37. Do you write about your character?
Not usually

38. Does your character have a bad temper at times?
Yes, if I get really riled up.

39. Does your character get depressed?
Yes. Alot lately.

40. What's your characters favorite animal?
Toitles.

41. Does your character have any fears?
Heights, tainted carrots.

42. Does your character have any weaknesses?
He has a big heart, and is compassionate to people he cares about.

43. Does your character look up to anyone?
Yes.

44. Does your character like music?
Yes

45. What's your character's favorite type of music?
Indie, pyschdelic, trance.

46. Is he/she impatient?
Sometimes

47. What's something funny about your character?
Its a freakin' Donkey.

48. Name 5 nicknames
Pai, Cherry Pai, Hair Pai, Pumpkin Pai, Lor

49. Does your character curse?
Yup.

50. This test is over, what does your character have to say?
fgts be hatin'.

April 12th, 1952.


For the simple people they were, there was no need for the terror that would be befalling them. These smiling, lost people from a different place find no qualms, just joy in the simplicities of happiness and have not sensed much loss in their small, petty livelihoods. None of them know of the mental anguish I've been through, the ripping, the tearing of flesh and the screaming in the night. Neither of them know of the anguish I might be giving to them, and how I wish to befall it on everyone of their sordid, mocking faces as they told me I was lost. These sickly sweet faces with the devil crouched deeply inside of them, their brains are addled with the pus which has become human life and drama, they know not the truth anymore.

this is why I am punished, and sent here. Telling the truth has frightened the masses of filth that are humans that I have divulged in telling, and this is why I am locked here in this, this hellhole of lies and coverings.

I am not safe here
The evil has found me here too, it is taking shape and form of not the ladies who "care" for me, vile and self obsessive as they are with their regimes of patient and nurse brutality alike, though I cannot "prove" I hear their screams at night as they are sent into isolation and beaten into a pulp as bloody and wretched as any by their superiors, though what these vile, mocking creatures with beauty stained faces do to my "peers" in here is only one and a half more of what the pulps have recieved. But I digress. As I have stated, it is not these things who feed and sedate me, the truth and saviour, who will eventually kill me and engulf my body and being into the hellfire I can see dancing and screaming, wating for me. It is another, one who is watching me so right now this thing would kill me and rip my heart right out of my chest. I cannot divulge more on this thing, which has taken the form of the mortal who shares this prison of mind with me. I cannot, I cannot tell more! Do not beg of me the information I can give to you later when I can be safe in knowing the thing is not watching me so closely! Do not scoff or mock that he does not watch me, and that he does not threaten with a glee shimmering his voice that he could destroy me at any time, but he is waiting, oh with his eyes, and looking daggers!

When I was young my mother used to tell me not to eat oranges in our bowl. She was a beautiful woman, and a goddess until the end. She saved me from the hellfire that half bore me, the death that is still shown and shimmering in my eyes. Mother, my beautiful goddess, saved me from that half. Though my vision is half known, the bloody lump that has left me saved me from him, not forever, but safe...

Bless you for reading this, though I do not know who the blessing will come from for there is neither God or any good-willed person alive to help you.

You're alluring, you know...and I know you and I shall be together, forever after you have saved me from his grasp...

He knows you, also....and he's coming.

There are things in life that apparently change for everybody. Nasty little suprises lurk around every corner, as well as gifts of friendship that shine through.

Where I place myself in these two wonders suprises even me.

Somebody hurt me. Rather badly to be honest, and it's stuck in mind and body even through dreams. I dream about falling into their arms, being the folorn hero in my own minds story telling as these dreams slowly lull me to sleep, their words intricate, well spoken and only for me.

These dreams should be quickly crushed underfoot if ever dream mized with logical reasoning and in fact, reality. But the heart chooses to heal in very odd ways. I am not longer in a partnership with someone I thought I knew and always would, the trust is gone but the whisps of what was are still there. Pity, I feel. Urging him to be left alone, not scorned by this wrong he's placed, I've asked.

I don't know what type of person this makes me. One day, i'll find out.

On second life, I have changed and become a male avatar. I have a new character sheet for what I want to be, thus follows :

Name :Paimon Alecto

Facial markings : Obviously the head would be without armour, with black markings around the eyes, white facial stripes around a tan/caramel exterior. The horns should be large and basically like the photo, except black, as I don't desire any armourments on them either. His eyes will be a dark pink with black rings around the iris. His head hair will be black, feathered and swept into an emo-esque haircut. He wears upon his nose black box framed glasses. He also sometimes wears a black bridle, dependant on how he feels.
He has two types of piercings in his ears, two gears adorn his left whilst a pair of black cherries are on his right, symbolism of his nickname his friends call him : Cherry pai.
He has a black goatee, the only facial hair he sports.

Sex: Obviously male.

Height and stature : Around 5'11, lean but still toned. Big hooved feet, the transition on his upper thighs to his hooves should be caramel/tan to pitchblack, with white flanking his upper inner thighs.

Nature : Kind and often quiet, but can turn into a goof when he is prompted by his friends, Paimon lives a quiet life, often enjoying fishing and loner sports. He has a calm nature, but often can get overexcited in a joke or when pressured, can be angry and very protective of his friends. He's vague in words to people he doesn't know that well, but soon turns into a kind being when he feels that he can trust them.

I will not be changing back. The female part of me has died and long been crushed into the dirt.
I am still... happy though.

and its because of you, friends.

I have never been one to find what I can say for introductory blogs, ever since I started to blog many moons ago. I suppose I could find a mess of words in my metaphorical talons, and crush them around into a jumble to creat something that I may actually nod and accept to be something I'd hold onto in my writings, perhaps gaining a lucky streak and actually depict something of merit, something of enough descriptive capability that it would strike into the mind of another. But then, whom out there could not dream of a possibility of their text bonding something deep and meaningful into someone else's mind?

I am Paimon Alecto, a name that might be known to the reader as a character from Second Life, a joker of sorts that is a Playmate and a Senior Manager at AnthroXtacy, a club in which I hold very close feelings to in the inner workings of my heart. Most people may have wandered from another artist's lair, hoping to find some visual stimulation to be found, but unfortunately that may never be the case. I'm secretive of what I do pen, usually glancing at it with a idle look of disgust after I finish, dubbing it not worthy of other eyes to see.

But this is my own perogative.

I am a peaceful soul at times, choosing to be quiet and idle instead of loud and blinking towards obnoxious, but I do also show these qualities. Unfortunately, who do not make the mould we were made out of, merely slip from it as semi-dried clay, working on shifting ourselves to our ideal shape.
Unfortunately these ideals are not for everybody, but one must learn how to shrug them off.

I call my friends my friends for a reason. These are the people who can take me for who I am and still say hello to me the next day. No matter how small the group may be, I'm happy these people belong in this group. They are also implanted in the deep goo that is my heart.

Paimon, if you need to know the character sheet, is usually a shapeshifter, but mostly a blueberry haired be-spectacled raven gryphon. She stands tall, her form curvy, more eggplant shaped with her bottom being bigger than her breasts. She has her heart taken by a certained steel-blue eyed demon, and it is going to stay that way for a long time.

One day someone may wander upon me here.

To those I say Greetings.