Before hopping into the shower, Shelley/Wheeler decides to assume that pose again she saw Bigfoot take in Concrete WA and stare at the results in the mirror before her. *Am* I Bigfoot? she couldn’t help think with her library eyes in place, no need for aiding glasses any more, a block to deeper knowledge. All Knowledge. Especially given that she could animated herself this way in the first place. Library… might as well call it “built in”. Thanks to a witch. TBC
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“So there I am again. You can tell me by my bent up nature, just like an Ozian Wheeler traveling around on all 4s, and also bent to the rule of the Witch Mombi and perhaps the Nome King through her. Old Wheeler,” she summarized about the figure in the center of the collage before us, called “Crash on Mars.” Not because it depicts something crashing into Mars but because of another figure to the left of “Old Wheeler” called Crash who holds in his hand a giant fishing rod from our perspective, horses let out of a barn I suppose. She first brings him up in the next paragraph.
“(the 19th Century U.S. religious figure) David Brainard is seated in the foreground,” she continues, “who seems to be the same as (brainy) David Bowie, the Spaceman, the Man who lived on Mars. The Starman, as in Dark. Black. Look at the top. At the end of Crash’s fishing rod which passes through (the word) RUST.”
I saw the black star at the top of the work where Wheeler (*New* Wheeler) indicated, fronted by a blue-green hummingbird. I ask about it next, prefacing this by saying that it seems to me it should be a fish here instead. “What gives?” I end my query.
“Let’s turn to the next Bogota collage,” she replies and starts walking to our left, pulling up in front of it. I go stand beside her, basically shoulder to shoulder again so we can keep trying to see as one.
“More Life on Mars,” she says. “Remember when I told you to bring me Book 03 from the town library and place it on my table? Well there it is. It’s a summary of all knowledge, all books.” The collage changes.
“And there is the second part of the animation which is actually the first, showing my point. Lisa the Vegetarian is the Tungaske artist who absorbs it all — inputs it; eats it — and then provides an output for us to peruse and perhaps dig into deeper if we wish. Beyond surface reading, you see. Surface of Mars. Crash again in back, facing toward you this time — sans rod, I’ll add, with no horses around this go around. As if waiting for you to act. Can you act? How deep can you go? TBC
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“Sorry I’m late.”
Just in the nick of time.
“You don’t know it (*grunt*), but I’m helping you, artist of mine, from the Great Beyond (*grunt grunt grunt*). Hang in there (PANT PANT) Old Wheeler!”
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Another Bigfoot spotted in not the US but Canada now, on Saskatchewan Street in Tugaske in Saskatchewan. Saskatchewatch, then! (Sasquatch + Saskatchewan) Or, better, Saskwatch, thinking of the abbreviation of the province’s name. I’ll recheck this area more later…
But first: the same town pictured in Boos again, as in gallery, as in Nawt Vaya Free State bordering the Nawt Vaya Sea in the western part of the Jeogeot continent of Our Second Lyfe. 3rd floor. Attempted vandalism of the art within, just like at the gallery formerly known as Concrete down by the sea in Cement Village. I suppose Boos is a part of Cement Village too since the front door opens in that direction (I’ll work on it). Is this the same vandal dressed in a hazmat suit now like he’s preparing for a journey inside the vast bounds of a Back Rooms situation? And what of the anime looking girl beside him. Accomplice? Turns out she’s merely working through him, as in a prop. Controller, then. That way the blame can theoretically be taken off her if needed. She’s only walking up to the vandal, wondering what he’s doing. Is this the artist of the work himself, here to make some late game changes or spiff ups? That kind of defense.
“Uh oh, keystone cops coming, Mortimer. We better switch over to our act. A-HEM. I SAID. What are you doing to this piece of ART here? Are you the ARTIST?”
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“Well… there they are. Martian boos in equal parts black and white, amassing above poor little Tungaske from the east, buildings seemingly numbered for conquest purposes. City limits threatened to become cemetery limits; no one left to live here.
“Only the west can save them, switching dawn to dusk. Bigfoot.”
And so it went down in the small Canadian hamlet. Artists, thank gods for artists.
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A new gallery has been opened up in my Nawt Vaya Free State along the shores of the same named inland body of water: Boos, essentially a duplicate of what once existed in Collagesity. The precise location is behind Cement Village with its own gallery of Concrete containing the entire Bogota series of collages (2016-2026), just like the Boos gallery contains the whole of the Boos series coming immediately before it (2015).
Understanding that the entrance to both galleries is in the same spot, I decided to combine the two into one for advertising purposes and call it Boos-gota, a portmanteau (like lukfast). Below, Karl turns around in this spot to look up at the signs of each.
To make room for the Boos gallery, I had to delete Starbuccaneers formerly in this location. Oh well, hadn’t used it for much at all anyhoot.
And Philip and Nada’s small house behind it now has its nice view down to the Nawt Vaya Sea blocked to their consternation. To add salt to the wound, Newt/Baker decided to also delete their nice bed to save more prims/li for skybox experiments due to Boos increased use of those in comparison with the deleted coffee shop.
“F-ing gallery,” spews Philip, thinking more of the view.
“Amen to that,” reiterates Nada, thinking more of the bed.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0508, Boos, Cement Village, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Starbuccaneers
“Dangit! A gallery this time??”
Second Lyfe terrain over there in the corner, he spotted. Second Lyfe terrain highlighted in the picture above it, he also noticed (“12 Pound Mouse Mound”). He was quick like that. Terrain attracts terrain? he thought crazily. But turns out he wasn’t that far off. TBC
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He was scaling the bridge of the nose, this intrepid space explorer hero called Leptune whose suit contains all the colors of a freshly plucked ear of corn and then some. I finally feel confident in saying that he’ll achieve the top, win the crown. We know who’s inside of it all.
And suddenly, as I was revising that last paragraph a number of times: done! All we have to do now is wait for the ending credits.
But first… take that!
And that!
Aaannnnnd THAT!
“I hope that’s opened your eyes to what’s actually going on here,” I can hear him say from my safer perspective after the beat down was over. “Up to you now, (*pant*) *parasites* of Earth. My job is (*pant pant pant*) done.”
Roll ’em!
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At 39:00 she begins to enter the thickest of the green grass, and I specify green here because any color of grass could come up in Starfield on any given planet, any given biome. Here: Schrodinger VIIIa, the only moon our ever walking Gemilly Niceniece substitutes for an actual planet in her perpetual 7+ hour journey across seven Earth-like spheres.
Thus the ringed giant in the skies, the thing (sphere) being orbited. We’ve been here before. Except emphasizing red in the captured screenshot below from photo-novel 49, a savannah biome as opposed to the mountain biome pictured above. See what I mean?
Back to the present one, Gemilly soon stops at the presence of two green stones atop a big gray rock and knows a choice must be made.
At 44:00, precisely before a fade to black and standing in the same position, she gazes up at the rings again. I’m starting to think this has all been timed out. I believe she’s thinking of death. TBC?
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“There! That’s what was on the map above where I went. Boos! Not booze as in alcohol. Something different. A creature!”
“This exact creature,” I tried to clarify. “White not black.”
“White not black,” he said. “Open mouth. Ready to attack, it seemed. Or swallow.” And swallow it did, he realized.
“How did it start?” I asked perfunctorily, as I had to. Still reading the script, you see. In the past.
“With the body. I found myself… climbing up a body. Skin to begin. Then more as I continued, inevitably ending up… at the end. Metal; a pipe, a long dark pipe about yea high to me in my state at the time.” He was raising his hand above his head as far as he could.
“Iowa?” I jested.
“Pipewold!” he said, staring at me, as if I wasn’t taking him seriously enough. I thought of Newt/Baker here. This is something (nonsensical) that Newt/Baker would say to ease the tension, add in a bit of levity. I was becoming him, I realized. Losing the body myself. This was my exploration as well as Karl’s. I had to find a new one. Or else… back to the Concrete indicated grave I came from.
“The pipe, the entrance, represents the end of the seen and the beginning of the unseen,” I continued philosophically. “Neptune,” I put it in a word. “Neptune is in there. Beyond the Mars where you began. Did you find Neptune beyond the Mars, Karl? Did you?”
He wasn’t sure (!).
Later on — in the present I suppose — I found out that, yes indeed, he went back to Iowa once more. Through the back door as it were, Alpha switching places with Omega. White to Black again. Amazing synchronicity!
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Sunklands 