Is that an old vintage computer lot # 03152460 birthday June 6 1966? she thinks from the only animation she can properly make with its chair. Schweet. She gets her dumb duck ass out of the stupid seat and begins to bang on its keyboard. Break mother f-ing board break!
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Healing the mind and body with bathing blue and red ray treatments respectively, another reason to like this place.
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Staring at the pink door at the bottom of the place, she thinks back to the night of her assault, wondering if she had had her present dirty blonde hair and protective duck duds and mannerisms the incident might have turned out differently. Because the black hair she had back then stifled the attack at first but only at the head. The brute ape of a man couldn’t see, hear, smell or taste. But he could still touch, the final sense he had remaining to go along with his senseless nogg’n. This attack didn’t make any sense except for 1, and that’s all he needed. At the peak moment he was distracted, she managed to break free and deliver back her patented hook kick that knock him out dead. But… the shame. How she did it she still didn’t know. All she knew was that she was able, in this one particular moment of singularity, to uncouple Ichelus from Orgamast and live to see another non catty-corner day in the month of late April’s May.
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“Funny how I’m talking to you in my head… in the Body. Maybe I should have met you up top instead.” Smiling Shelley points to her own heart then moves her finger up to her own head. No Lag smiles back yet still remains quiet. “How’s your love life,” Shelley thinks to ask. Why not? This starts her up, gas suddenly in her tank.
“Tony B. is ggreat, a real tiger.” In bed, is the unspoken ending to that sentence. Like Kellogg’s cereal mascot minus the sex, another tiger.
“But… Tony is *my* boyfriend.”
“Dreamy isn’t it.”
Shelley had had enough of that imaginary conversation. She looks around the Body for other things of interest. No Lag vanishes into the background again, her lines done. Lions, tiger. Bear with me. tbc
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She sits down in a seat near the center and starts thinking about Okama; her old band Mosquitoes rebranded as Silver; the former members Don and… No Lag! She hadn’t interacted with the classically trained guitarist in maybe one full photo-novel, a long time down here as opposed to up there. 8 1/2 times longer our user Baker Bloch has determined in his wise guy ways. They were on stage together, she recalled. Then she turned toward the guitarist, let forth a brutal hook kick that booted her out of the band as symbolic united with literal. She hadn’t seen her since that day in late April’s May. And they’ve been rock’n ever since, Okama and her. “Beatles over Beethoven,” she shouted once or twice after the conversion, always thinking about that kick when she did. “One and done one and done!” she also cried that one time. Twice. In her mind, No Lag magically manifested on the couch over there, ready to discuss the situation anew.
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Duck clad, duck protected Shelley stares through the triangle provided at the top of the ramp and recognizes the metallic pink car in the distance. It’s from the same stacked piles of old autos she and fellow Silver band member Okama Majo perched on top of about 15 posts back and contemplated the removal of the tip from the other sand edifice in town viewed in the distance, the male to complement the female — much like in Okama Majo’s body itself.
She then thinks she hears a single cry from below — human. Spooked at first, she rationalized that it must have been the effects of wind produced when she turned away from the car. Yes that must be it, she solidifies in her mind, just like No Lag solidified a banana immediately below her in order to say *SORRY* once more.
Down the next ramp she goes. Into the heart of the thing. tbc
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Completio. Yellow to red to blue to green to make our way back to yellow to both end and begin it all again. Waterfall stairs.
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“Tony. I- I feel like we don’t exist here any more, like the town has gone completely bananas. Like we’re fading into the same colored backdrop of our lives. Like — like we don’t exist here any more.”
She rolls over after no response from the other side of the bed. “Tony? Tony dear? Where’d you go?” Then she stares up from the inactive blue ball beside her at the big banana shaped pillow and starts to remember. They’re still in the jail cell. They never left.
“Tony!” she speaks to it, voice returned to default shouting mode. “I’m so sorry I did this to you!” *SOB*
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After the assault she disguised herself as a duck and also changed her hair color back to its original dirty blonde to more safely navigate the streets and alleyways of what we’ve decided to call Bandanaboro, always interesting but often threatening. Here she stands at the corner of Holy Hero and… well I can’t quite read the name on the other sign. 88/88/88 as well, the *2nd* triple number of the sim to add to the already discussed armoire at 77/77/77. Seems important. Seems worth chancing a disguise so you can penetrate deeper into the bowels of this on-the-surface foul place. More to be found here.
After exploring up and down both Holy Hero and the other one only to find more foul not fair, her attention finally returns to the 100 foot sand colored Body and its attached Head. Right over there behind her in the above photo. Should have taken the hint.
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“Okay pay attention up there,” she calls to the camera above her now, focus front and center. “I’m going in again.”
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You don’t know how to do it Tony *Banana*. You have to serenade your woman of choice. I will win her heart for you to make you a match made in heaven this time, ready to party down like it’s the end of the world. Watch.
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…………………………………………………………………………ME: Hi! I now have some more to analyze on section 05 of photo-novel 51. Almost done! We’re going on a trip this morning so I might not be able to reply until tomorrow. We’re headed to Bandana, North Carolina (!), with Bandana in general an important subject for this section now. There are only two Bandana population places in the US, with the other in Kentucky, very near a strangely named village called Monkey’s Eyebrow. This naturally made me associate that Bandana with banana, the famous favorite food of apes. A place called Kona is right below Bandana NC and there we’ll visit the grave of Charlie Silver, noted for being the victim of axe murderer Frankie Silver who hailed from Burke County and who was the first white woman in the state hanged for her crimes. We have several other places earmarked for a visit, including Bakersville (our 2nd visit to that place in a month) and also Spruce Pine. SP has also been mentioned in photo-novel 51. And the area is very important now for my wife’s writing, with several of her characters having lived in Bakersville or thereabouts.
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