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00500409 (… the purse yellow)

Before entering the tiny key shop off Silverton Street in Cement Village in Nawt Vaya Free State located along the shores of Jeogeot’s largest inland body of water also named Nawt Vaya, she checked ONE LAST TIME in her yellow purse for that gall blasted car key she lost going on 2 weeks ago. STOP

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We waited and waited within for the arm to start moving again, either continuing the search or giving up, didn’t matter. No luck. Looks like we’re stuck again, red arrow pointed downward. Let’s switch back over to Carroll County MD, then. Maybe that will help unglue us from this newest sticking spot. Maybe Maybe Mayberry! Mount Airy, Taylorsville, so on…

… but first and more in the moment, the unincorporated community of Detour to their west, with Keysville immediately to its north and Keymar immediately to its east, indicating KEY. Time machine still there at its center like I posted about in photo-novel 34 back in September 2022. Might be the solution.

I ring up Daniel Day posing in front of the twinned pictures of Pink Floyd’s Roger Waters and Roger “Syd” Barrett in his trailer’s living room, just like Shelley did before. “We have a new assignment for you.” TBC

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00500404 (shallow (bar))

Fresh from their murder of Arthur Kill over in Urquhart Heights, Winfield 5 and husband-wife Winnie visit Marty at his Splinterwood Palace to tell him the good news. Red Rose Speedway we’re not at any longer, he was reminded as the lego people waddled into the room. Now was the time to find The Mann down in New Orleans so he can turn properly black. Real reet, yeah yeah.

Marty. Marty Marty Marty. Will you ever listen to what he’s actually saying to you?

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00500403

“Is that *Iowa* corn over there, Chuck?” asks Tom, noticing the discoloration and almost slicing off one of his fingers in the concern. “Because that’s not allowed. Poison,” he followed. “You’ll have to use Illinois.”

“Oh,” said Chuck, recognizing his mistake. “Thanks a lot!” Forgot to throw out the last of it when they received the call from the local Hy-Vee yesterday. Almost got 1/2 the restaurant sick!

“AND we need to take that Iowan car down from above the counter too. Gives paying customer the wrong impression, bad press and all. We must distance ourselves–”

“–from the Heartland as much as possible, yes,” completes Chuck for Tom, one in the moment, their hatred of it growing by the hour, minute, day. What will it be tomorrow? Wheat? What’s Kaboom made out of? Lucky Charms? Everyone will be doomed; no getting well atall, at least for the older and more vulnerable folks, thinking down-in-the-hollow Kennedys here.

Shelley, fresh from pretend slaughtering hogs down the street, another Iowan staple, waits at the counter, overhearing it all. I could still use that corn for gas, she thinks humorously, staring at the mounted red ’57 Chevy and understanding why she’s here. “Wait!” she called, just as Tom was about to dump the corn in the bin like a baby that’s its own bathing water. “And I’ll take the car off your hands too,” she adds just later. Is that stretching a joke? You bet!

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Filled up, full blown ’57 Chevy down on the ground and ready to roll again, she comes to the actual reason for visiting Cedar Creek in the first place: Daniel’s day trailer, erm, Daniel Day’s trailer… during the day. Lunchtime, so should be home. She opens her mouth to speak.

“Hello?” Knock knock knock. “Hello??”

No one there, but finding the door unlocked she decides to wait inside. Why not? All this is role playing after all.

On the tellie, Shelley sees what Baker B. and Daniel D. are watching at the morning job Baker had kept him late at again, more magic of the place. “Peewee Big,” Shelley recognizes, probably to compare it with recently viewed “Father Fred”. Toward the end of the sync, Shelley also saw, right where Josh is hearing potentially triggering music again. Daniel should be here soon, she knows, aiming to eat a quick sandwich or something then head off to the afternoon job. I won’t be long.

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00500314

“Do you think I’m beautiful, Horace?”

“Duuuh, *I’m* not Horace,” she imagines the graffiti face behind her saying in a fumbling, bumbling voice.

“Sure you are. And you play drums. Just like me.”

“Deeer, *no* you don’t.”

“Sure I do. Ever heard of a little album called ‘Demon Days’? Check it out. Drums, guitar, singing, you name it. I can do it all, Horace on the wall behind me. I’m *brilliant*. Just look me up in New Mexico.” But then she knew not to say more about that angle.

“Duuur, Mexico?”

“Close, very close,” she decides to answer Horace’s misunderstanding of her words. “Anthony,” she pinpoints a fake location, on the opposite side of the state from where she was thinking before. Touching Mexico, yes, but actually in NM and TX both, a 3 ‘n 1 she could hide in 4 years if needed. She knew the dual city would confuse and confound the less nimble brained Horace if he did any follow up research, which was doubtful anyway (she continues to imagine).

“Deee–”

The me in front of 2nd Phase Noodle breaks in here to reminds her that she needs to cut her bangs to see better, no matter how cool this early look be.

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There?

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00480401

She was at 90 degrees again but at least she was in the right time this place and not 3 years in the past. She’d caught up with him: Dr. Tom.

He was watching one of his patients dance, inappropriately enough, ‘nuf said about that. We’ve visited this location before. The land of the purple cubes, purple in general. Couches and all. ‘Nother one. This is the touristy part; we probably don’t want to know what goes on in other areas. A captured pawn (one (Alpha)) falls off the table between chess playing Fisher and Rigg. Oregon.

And we have a name, thanks to Delaware: Little Hell. Yes, Dr. Tom fits right in. (TBC)

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time machine (have a seat)

I figured I was in the right place because of the flag. A community where Big Pipe and Little Pipe meet to create Double Pipe, a juncture of 2 supposedly equal yet opposite realities. This is America as we know it, red (white) and blue. This is the Key.

…to the east of Detour is Keymar, to the north of Detour is another unincorporated community called Keysville…

About 1.6 million Americans don’t have this in their house (no pipes!). Here: front and center in the middle of town, like a planted Tardis.

We begin heading backwards.

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no thanks

Later Hucka Doobie and Baker Bloch find the correct consignment shop with the red box dress in Annapolis MD but decide not to enter. They’ve had enough fantasy for the current photo-novel.

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Greg and Gregg

“Interrupted your little party you were planning tonight, did I Baker Bloch? Thought you were going to start the Greg Ogden story without me, did you? You and your fancy town here. I have a town too. Would you like to see?”

Not staring at it, Greg Ogden turned toward Baker Bloch on the couch, who is also looking away. “Which one of us is *real*??” he demands.

“Don’t do that.”


Unseen artwork upstairs (“Hidden Vilage”).

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Whitehead X-ing Studies 02 > Blood Curdling Tells of the Forest

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“You see, Hucka D., when you enter Lego/ into the GNIRPS oracle machine these twinned Winfields come up, and we know that Winfield is the same as /Winesap/ through Kansas.”

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Hucka D.:

Yup. But you’re losing your few readers, once more.

bb:

This can’t be coincidence[ however].

Hucka D.:

Of course not.

bb:

It goes back to or enters “Map Synching Feeling” again and all that labyrinthian stuff.

Hucka D.:

A way in, a way out. That’s all you can do[ at this point].

—–

“Let’s go this way, then. The Contraption begins to show up again in the Sam Parr series following Falmouth, where it initially appears.”

At this point, I realized I had to go meet Karoz over in his one room apartment above the Bodega market through Baker Bloch. I rang him up and asked him if he was cool about visiting the galleries for a bit, and that I wanted to take some pictures for the blog. He said okay.

Soon we were in the Red Umbrella gallery Fal Mouth Moon, looking at pieces where The Contraption first shows up.

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“These are the two aspects of me,” he said when seeing these two matching green images in collage 57. They are… the 2 Roger Pine Ridges? Explain that Baker.”

So I, through Baker Bloch, explained the story of the 2 Roger Pine Ridges to Karoz, and how both visited our house last summer. My nephew had just mentioned Roger “Syd” Barrett on a facebook post today, because it was his birthday. I started to defend the music of Barrett more to my nephew, but decided against it. Best to come to the blog and do a solid night’s work. Best to talk about Barrett here, if anywhere.

“I understand Furry Karl thinks Syd is still in the woods,” says Karoz. “Do you think this is the same as Roger Pine Ridge?”

“I guess so, Karoz.” Realizing the tour wasn’t going to work since one of them falls asleep while standing up when the other is active, he suggests they go back to Karoz’s apartment and begin the interview.

“Haven’t we done this before?” Baker Bloch asks while walking with Karoz to the market. “I mean, didn’t we start an interview before and got sidetracked?”

“My memory is not what it use to be, Baker. Do you wish to consult the blog before proceeding?”

“Maybe we should Karoz. I tell you what, I’ll catch up with you tomorrow night if you don’t mind. About the same time?”

“That will be fine, Baker. Goodnight.”

—–

When arriving back at his house on the western edge of town, Furry Karl was waiting for him on the porch.

“Hey Baker Bloch, um, do you mind if I crash for a couple of nights in your front room? The heat broke over at my bar.”

“Um Karl, you’re missing the lower half of your body.”

Karl looked down. “Oh my God. Oh-my-God! What just happened here?!”

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Half an hour later, after Karl’s full body had returned and he had calmed down some, he admitted he was lying about the bar’s heat being broken. It was the woods again. Baker himself had heard some kind of noises in that direction last night.

“You shouldn’t have released that book “Blood Curdling Tells of The Forest”, Karl,” voiced Baker. “And what about that typo — “Tells” instead of “Tales”? You didn’t like the original title?”

“Well, it was the initial reviews, which weren’t so hot, Baker Bloch. So I just let the admittedly rather massive typo stand; deemed it fate. This fellow *Blood Curdling* who tells stories about the forest is the one who doesn’t write so good, not me. And now I’ve invented his profile on facebook, so I guess he’s legit and all.”

“I’ll find him and friend him tonight. I’ll rez you a sleeping bag, Karl. I know your own inventory is rather light.” Baker decides to be a nice guy this evening to poor Karl. He’s just released a pretty bad book about hauntings. He’s *just* recovered from losing half his body all of a sudden.

He tucks Karl in, and then unwisely begins to read “Blood Curdling Tells of the Forest” before turning in himself.

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The next day a compromise was reached. Baker and Karl jointly decide that it would be best to move the Hole in the Wall bar to Collagesity, and above the Confluence Pool directly behind the town diner. It was a tight fit, but seemed to work after a little terraforming.

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Baker set some pretty strict personal boundary rules right off the bat, since Karl was practically next door to him. Karl had to *call* him before coming over — couldn’t just drop in on a whim. And Baker rationalizes that it’s going to be quite wicked to have a bar just around the corner to wet his whistle. “Hey, you call me too before you come over,” requests Karl, and then laughs it off. But one thing Baker Bloch knew is that Karl didn’t need to live over there in the middle of the Rubi sim by himself any longer. Next to the heart of those woods. No he didn’t.

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Genes 02

Bloom (City) is also near both Boaz KY and Boaz WI, and thus also near Metropolis/Gotham. Blooming flowers are often put on graves. Bloom pop places have already arisen in this Frank and Herman Einstein! Blog here.

https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2014/11/14/more-map-stuff-01/

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“First off, Hucka D., there’s this tiny place called Bloom just north by northeast of Winfield in Carroll County, Maryland, the one already identified as next to Legos Choice which brings up an assoc. with Winfield, Kansas in Cowley County there.”

Hucka D.:

Correct. When you looked up Bloom, Chicago Heights came up as a variant name in a rather short list. Cool! Wonder who did that (snickers)?

bb:

Yeah, and in researching our magical book came up with this yesterday… called the first successful adaptation of the book.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicago_Heights_%28film%29

Hucka D.:

Well, you better not delay, and look up Winesburg, then. Why don’t you broaden it with Wines/. That’ll catch the sap.

The Bloom in Graves Co., KY is unlisted, thus historical. It is a Dead Bloom.

Also appropriate here may be Bloomer, as here in Madison County, IN:

First, notice the Anderson county seat.

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Aroma, Lapel, Bloomer

Not shown: Clare + Fisherburg. Results: Dead, as in Six Feet Under. Bloom, Lapel, Aroma: obviously an undertaker’s carnation or equivalent. Additional note: Anderson is a Father Figure. Anderson is the author of Winesap. That’ll catch it.

http://www.aoltv.com/2008/07/03/the-final-six-deaths-on-six-feet-under-video/

Claire Simone Fisher (1983 – 2085, age 101) — The youngest lived to be the oldest. Claire went on to become a world-renowned photographer and even taught at NYU. Her obit says she had numerous memorable magazine covers. Taking her mother’s advice to be a strong woman, she never took her husband Ted’s last name, presumably because she married him later in life and didn’t want to change it in light of her successful career. Stylistically, two things stand out for me as we watch Claire pass. One is that the future doesn’t look all that futuristic. The second? Claire’s eyes. She must have had cataracts or something similar because they’re glossed over, white, and devoid of life. How sad to think that the one thing she needed to truly achieve her art was taken from her. She couldn’t see any of the pictures she had shot in her final years.

Just like that, Six Feet Under was over. Now’s your chance to sound off. TV Squad only sort of covered this show when it originally aired (well before my tenure here), but I’m curious to know what every thinks. Am I off in saying this is the best series finale ever? Do you think everyone’s death did their character justice? Watch the final moments first if you need to jog your memory and remember, “Everything. Everyone.

This brings us back to Chuck or Charles, since the video in the link makes a direct synch with perhaps his most famous of all tunes: Constantinople. Try it and see!

Constantinople = Death. And so it begins (again).

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Waits 4 No 1.

Fishers of men(1), fishers of men
Up one side and back again
Along the river of men

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