Bite

bb:

How long have you lived in VWX Town, Bracket?

BJ:

I keep going to the sun. Three score… no three years. thirty three years.

bb:

You died on the… well, you tell me where you died.

BJ:

I was like the Dodo. Trusting. With the guy with the huge arms. He killed me. This was on the island of Mauritius.

bb:

Yes, that’s where the dodo birds were found, I believe. But that’s not the island where you died.

BJ:

Yes. It is.

bb:

As I recall, you were reading the book Floydodo.

BJ:

Yes, and I noticed it was still in my inventory. But I was unable to rezz it in my new apartment. Is it my new apartment?

bb:

I think it might be, Bracket. I’ll add you to the Blue Feather group as soon as possible and take care of that problem.

BJ:

I desire the ability to create.

bb:

Yes, we’ll take care of it. But you came back from your death — a resurrection. Supposedly you came back as the first TILEpyre. (baker b. spells this out for Bracket)

BJ:

I don’t quite remember that. I remember death. I remember a white light. Mist. I am still dead.

bb:

No you are resurrected. The judgement bugle has sounded. You live here in the paradisiacal VWX Town now, Bracket. Maybe.

BJ:

Humm. Do I?

bb:

Yes, again. If you wish.

BJ:

If so, I want to study avatar ensoulment. Like the character Norman Bates and the character Marion Crane from Psychogumma. I wish to study Psychogumma where Marion came back or was resurrected as her sister. (pause) And it was Long Island. Or a long island. That’s where I was killed. And Torsit — yes, Torsit — was the stabber, the murderer. Sort it.

But it was also *you*, in a way, that killed me baker b. You *sent* me to that long island. You banished me, exiled me. Because I talked of Billfork. And now in this blog, as I understand, as I’m sensing, as I know intuitively, you talk of Billfork once more and are *not* punished.

bb:

I talk of Billfork the toy happening in Herman Park[ however].

BJ:

Then that is where I wish to live. In this Billfork.

bb:

That’s not possible[ right now]. VWX Town is kind of sort of the virtual version of Billfork. A bit.

BJ:

Bite?

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bb:

I just remembered it was called the Blake Sea. That’s where we sent you.

BJ:

*You* sent me. Because of The Bill and that circle where I chatted about it. A *bit*.

bb:

I can understand the *bit*terness. Sorry.

BJ:

I’ll return soon.

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