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Category Archives: Missouri
00500306 (Hand’s down (zooming in))
00500305
“It’s one of your more successful collages, Baker B., it really is. “The Shining Pepper Project.” People should have been paying more attention to your work back then. But who’s fault is that?”
“Yeah, I know. What could I do? Copyright restrictions.”
“Well, *now* you’re doing something about it. Finally.”
“About Paul,” says Baker B. to Daniel, much much later when the transfer mistake was finally rectified. Baker B. couldn’t have known, but the part time job created so that he could focus the other half of his standard work day on his art trapped Daniel in a kind of hell. No smoke no smoke, the wood the wind! But now the truth is staring at him right in front of his face.”
“When did the switch occur?” says Daniel to Baker. “5 to 6 I heard. Kansas and Kentucky?”
“Reverse that and you’re correct.” TBC?
00490610 (killing time)
“Still naked from skinny dipping, we’ll say now, he wakes up in his Silver Lake apartment and stares at the silver band passed to him, now on his arm and acting like a bracelet. He realizes an engraving on it is a knight’s move in chess, H6 to G4.
“Another code on the back side eventually points to a map related to The Legend of Zelda video game from an old Nintendo magazine he happens to possess. The third ingredient for solving this puzzle comes in the form of another map found in a vintage cereal box, of L.A. this time. Also found in his apartment — what are the odds? He superimposes real — L.A. — upon fantastical — LoZ — and marks out a grid of A-P and 1-8…
“‘H6,’ he says, circling the 1st indicated square with a marker. ‘Ahh, Silver Lake! And G4, let’s see. Yes. Mt. Hollywood. Sarah, my vanished dream girl, must be somewhere around the sign!’
“He head up there the next day and uncovers the Forever Cult below a blocked out part of Google Maps. After finding out that Sarah is alive but sealed inside a tomb, he drinks tea and passes out.
“She’s dead, actually,” he starts the kicker. “He killed her. That’s how he got her silver band. There was no second choker. Only the first; close quote.
“Pretty good story, huh John? Thanks Bardie!”
5 second pause. “You’re.” 3 second pause. “Welcome.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0610, California, Heartsdale+, Missouri
00490604
Oh Jesus, he thinks, checking through the 2-way mirror on who opened the creaking door this time. Someone on the list for a change (!). And John on the john, unable to help me right now. Don’t dare yell over at him to hurry things up, he thinks; people next door might hear. Peter Oesso runs up to camera 03, quickly turns it around. BMK wants all angles so she can transform the video from 2-D to 3-D! Can’t screw this up. On cue, important person #5 on the list, back to the mirror, roughly pushes important person #4 onto the bed in front of him. Peter’s already noted she wears a green turtleneck sweater to go along with grey dress pants, indicating who she is. The man in contrast wears a grimy white tank top and faded holey jeans — working man, he’s guessing, perhaps on a break from the nearby factory given the time (noon-1 PM). Poor and rich, he’s determined; contrast of class. But also on the list. Blue Moon called them the turtle and the hare and said that he’d know them by her neck. The man starts berating her about coming too soon the last time and then climbs on the bed on top of her and proceeds to CHOKE her by that very neck. Should Peter intervene? Is this just part of the sex? Choke choke choke… oh god. Dead on the bed. DEAD… ON THE BED. #5 leaves the room, as if his job is done. Doesn’t try to dispose of the body or anything. Just: gone. Creaky door opens then shuts. Oh my gods, thinks Peter. Now *we’ll* have to dispose of the body? Is that… really why we’re here??? He understandably is terrorized, but just then, stirs from the bed. #4 is alive! he thinks. This must have all been part of the act, PHEW. After a minute to recover it seems, she gets up off the bed and approaches the window just as Blue Moon did before. She folds down the green sweater from her neck after removing some kind of pin, and unclasps a silver band from it, a silver choker if you will. Protection from the choking! Peter thinks. Ahh, this *is* an act. She proceeds to pass it to Peter THROUGH THE MIRROR.
At this moment, John finally exits the bathroom but Peter quickly hides the choker just given to him behind his back. Person #4: gone as well now from room #5, as if by magic, no creaky door noises indicating opening and closing. “What was all that commotion out here?” he questioned.
“Oh nothing, just tipped over in my chair.” It was the best Peter could think of. Would it work?
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00490514 (glowing)
“Honestly, I can’t see it. JAX?”
“At least AX,” I offered. “The J actually shows up better in this lower resolution shot taken from my downstairs computer. I think it actually reinforces the resonance, the association. At this coming right at the end of the Freya III section of the video. 1st person viewpoint here — that’s why Gemilly Niceniece isn’t in the scene.”
“Is this… the planet with Indigo Ridge? Where your friend lives?”
“Dandelion? No, that’s Schrodinger VIIIa. That comes before Jemison, and is the first planet overall. Moon of Schrodinger VIII — the ringed one — followed by Jemison, then Freya III, then, um, let me check.
“Cassiopeia I,” I answer after scanning the video.
“Soo. What then does this have to do with Amazing Digital Circus’ Jax?”
“A question indeed, wife of mine. Thanks again for finishing 10. You have polished off a block!”
Wyatt, Missouri, I think here, but it was too hard to explain aloud. Ahh, Missouri(!). Just like with Jax.
319 to end.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0514, ADC, Cassiopeia I, Freya III, LSD, Missouri, Schrodinger VIIIa, Starfield
00490513 (Blue Moon Kentucky)
Martin Allen? Where had I heard that name before? Ahh: *here*.
The front door creakily opens in the next room, as they’d set it up to do. “Your turn to film,” he said to likewise au naturale John in the chair next to him.
“Um, no. Think it’s your turn, Peter.”
“Would you like to see the film?” It was here John realized Peter had turned the nearest recording camera around for better use that it was intended: porn shoots. Selective of course. Because this tended to be an old folks stop along Highway 66, perhaps revisiting a past trip from the 50s, 60s or 70s when the interstate didn’t exist or else wasn’t as overwhelmingly used as it is now. “Geezer sex doesn’t sell,” the boss told them emphatically. “Not really, not that matters for us. We’re in it for the big bucks. Don’t bother wasting film with those. Waste it on the important ones I listed out before.” But none of those had shown up. At least not yet (see section 06).
“Hey!” Raps at the two way mirror. “In there! Turn camera three around! I can *see* in there!” The Big Boss. Not a geezer, not atall. Young and full of passionate energy, probably too much so. But she’d given up on the bare bones of the business to follow a career in music. And what a career she’s having! No one knows she’s here, doing this stuff still. Peter Oesso and John Lockfry the 1st are paid well to hide that fact. Plus she said: “Blabber to the press — *anyone* — and you’re dead.” They knew she meant it. They’d seen the snuff films, one or perhaps several of which involved former employees with loose running mouths. Cheechee and then death. Not a combo you want to be facing.
She stepped all over Benjamin Franklin’s green toned face in leaving the room too. Gig over at the stadium tonight; she had to get prepared. Just reminding the boys here that she could stop by at any time. Anny-time. They had to remain without clothes. They couldn’t take any chances. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0513, Heartsdale+, Kentucky, Missouri, Pennsylvania
00490509 (Violet)
She got tired of waiting for her alternate self to grow up — understandably, because it could take *decades*. She decides to do some investigating on her own about the subject. Shamon. From the inn. Place of thorns. Not much of an inn aspect left to the place — no beds as far as she could tell. More a museum for the lower floors, she supposed. And then she found the letter in the middle of an antique book just chosen at random from a first floor bookcase. Hmm, she thought, separating the 2 pieces of paper from each other and laying them side by side. What’s this? She started reading. Plain it was at first to her. Mundane, run of the mill, no special qualities at all. A journal entry by someone named June about a trip across the western part of our US of A. Then she read it again. And again. And again, starting to put the 2 sides together to make 1; actually, let’s make that she simply eliminated the second to make one. Here’s what she had left…
Dear Dairy,
We’re finally in Missouri! Almost home! Bryan was so exhausted with today’s drive that we decided to have a sleepover at a cheap motel off Route 66. Madry Wise it’s called and the owners Martha and Theodore are just adorable! They welcomed us with open arms and invited us for dinner so we can share our Route 66 road trip experience with them. Bryan is just having a little nap and we’ll go once he wakes up.
I can’t believe how lucky I am. It’s been the best summer ever!!! Two weeks ago we started the journey from Santa Monica, CA and went through several states through Barstow, Kingman, Sedona, Winslow, Monument Valley, Durango, Santa Fe, Albuquerque, Roswell, Amarillo, Oklahoma City until now Missouri.
So that’s all of page 1. She checked all the mentioned locations from its last sentence on a map. Santa Monica, Barstow, Kingman, Sedona, Winslow: yes, everything to this point was on Route 66 or, in Sedona’s case, quite close, only about 25 miles away. But June and her boyfriend Bryan start to veer away from that famous highway after Winslow AZ and only clearly pick it up again at Amarillo TX. In other words, June may not have even used 66 through the whole of New Mexico, going from Durango CO down to Santa Fe then Albuquerque then Roswell to its south before heading back up to Texas. *Crossing* 66 in Albuquerque but not necessarily travelling along it. While pondering this, Shelley Johnston Struthers realized, if so, that another motel might have been visited on the journey between Albuquerque and Roswell. Was this what was being implied all along?? Fictional Madry Wise Motel actually standing in for the most haunted hotel in America?
They should have never left some of the swastikas on the building because photos can be flipped and time reversed along with it. 1923: not that far away, then, not far atall.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0509, Arizona, California, Jeogeot, Missouri, New Mexico, Oklahoma, Texas, Xilted
00490501 (Schrodinger III)
A woman without a head at the beginning of a trudge across an icy realm…
… acquires 2 by the end.
From a distance she watches herself approach, as in 2 1/2s of a one sided mirror.
Death. Comes to us all. (TBC(TBC(TBC)))
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0501, Big Woods, Cement Village, Jeogeot, Missouri, Schrodinger III, Starfield
00490401 (Bell(i)s (begin again))
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They were on a bridge in roughly the center of Bellisaria in roughly the center of Our Second Lyfe, Fecked’s come-alive cane still pointing forwards, egging them on.
At the top they cross a line between two of its continents/sub-continents, their 3rd such transition if I’m counting correctly…
… all except Poor Jesus Christ, who unfortunately fell off the bridge and into the water far below and drowned after wandering off course, since he’d lost the power to walk on or even swim in water because of the whole nailed to the cross situation.
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Plastiman only thought afterwards about extending a long elastic arm down to him as a lifesaver. He’d live with that guilt not for the rest of his life but at least for several more days before further adventures preoccupied his thoughts again. Pigg and Bully were still just add-ons, not having any opinions one way or another on, well, anything. Maybe that should change. I manifest downward.
“Mr. Pigg, what do you think of the current economic downturn? Mr. Bully what about you?” No answer from each. We’ll work on it. TBC
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Sunklands 