there was older woman who was always depress.....going throught pain....everytime we talk.... she always had smile on her...... she kept saying she live her life.... and happy one day she will see her husband...... Last night... I saw her in my dream... she gave kiss on my cheek and thank you coming..... today I found out she died..... in her sleep... this shattered in so bad... she better place... now she can see her husband.... RIP hun... god bless ur soul and I hope you enjoy ur day......



RIP

(name wont be on cause she was always type person who didn't want people know this situation...)

i also heard that Sony might be going out of business before the year is out and my game is called Rachet and Clank Future: A Crack In Time. BTW i have a Ps3
and it's not reverse compatible like the old Ps3

there time i find some jelouse woman online think thay control men action and think it ok say men just cunfusing or say we are stupid do not how to read or write but i say men can write and spell just fine and we can get laid anytime we fell like but we also can control our dick but some woman can not even control there pussy.

People live to explore possibilities
Why should IMVU be any different?
It is a huge part of my life, and I am glad to be able to experience
all of it, fully, with the help of the great creators
who are on this website.

Imvu chat of utter lies,
Words of flames,
Emotions of ash.
Lead me, someone, out of this Fake World of Imvu.

I have wandered forever,
Carrying a couple of damp words,
Stumbling across steam-blinded tracks,
Feet slashed by
Rusted vessels, broken tiles, half-cooked meals,
Tattered clothes, roofless screams, broken bones,
Stooped bodies that turn to stone when you touch them.

I roam every day
Like a ghost from some stammering past
Or some endlessly hungry, never appeased
Unknown evil deity
Blind to himself,
A lost sun
Or death.
From these woods
Of ulcerous, oozing, burning, cracked mirrors
Someone
Lead me, out of this Fake World of Imvu.