The Mother this time. On the opposite side of the Pineapple.
“Back up, Sonny. And: Welcome home.”
Category Archives: Middletown
00490201 (Dixie (begin again (the red line continues)))
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0201, Alabama, collages 2d, Europe, Google Street View, Middletown, Siberia
00490115
I kick the can further down the road, see R Y B “Goth” aliens riding atop a green UFO picking up not a basketball but a man, it appears. Beamed. Jack Beamed. Father we can assume.
The buck stops there, end of a (red) line, end of a life. The green man removes his head to pay respects. Zappa was not to be engaged for the great uncle and his great nephew during this time, so is gray hidden behind green. Never mind that’s actually Ringo Starr standing in for Frank Zappa from “200 Motels”. One and the same (again).
A miniature Baker Bloch looks at 7 stones piled one on top of one on top of one, expanded from an original four. Tiny red and blue animated robots are stuck on either side, unable to approach each other and become one. Dixie.
Let’s begin again. Hands…
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0115, collages 2d, Google Street View, Middletown
00490113 (AR*T*?)
Entering a Population Place…
… called yatt if you didn’t know any better. 319 people according to this sign. Relevant too.
Central church hadn’t changed/fixed its sign (“JESUS S ALIVE AND WELL”)…
… in at least a year and a half. Another missing letter, like from *W*yatt.
Basketball at head of pool across st. from this church *has* been picked up (“changed/fixed”) in the intervening year and a half.
Hmm, picked up basketball representing head along side of street again…
Let’s see where this takes us next!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0113, collages 2d, Google Street View, Middletown, Missouri
sole mates
The bottle was flying all about the table outside but Edward was use to it.
Jem exhaled, looked around. “So this is the fabulous Hotel Adriano in Shamon.” Peter Ladd was born here, or at least conceived here, she thought, his parents like rabbits at the time. Why they’re here.
On his part, Edward, her Eddy, brought her to this place for another reason. They weren’t married, but if Edward had his way they soon would be, powers or no. He felt the ring case in his pocket press hard against his thigh. Had to be the perfect time to reveal. Not now… not with the bottle and all. It was flying faster and faster it seemed, with quirky motions like some kind of bug. Distracting. It’s even threatening his head a bit now.
“Dear,” he finally relented. And pointed.
“Oh, yes. I almost forget it’s there these days. Been a while since I’ve had my powers. Ever since…since…”
“Duck?” Edward Daigle offered.
“Yes,” said Jem, remembering the event. She even lost her ability to walk properly, or at least the others had told her that. She went past the 4th wall.
The bottle vanished before Edward’s eyes but only because she moved it somewhere else. “Good to be back on Jeogeot. I… was made here too. Just like Peter.”
“Peter?” Edward questioned, making Jem realize that Edward didn’t know about all that. Wrong probable reality. Besides, he knew she was made in “Gunpowder” (post) set in Dodgey City in photo-novel 31. She is a product of that town, restated and re-angled at the first of the current photo-novel, 36 in a series. In-between, yes, she was in Towerboro on the Jeogeot continent, and Edward was with her there. But she also made appearances in now defunct Ontario without him. Instead there: John. Definitely *not* a hairstylist or hairstyle. Edward knew that now fer sure.
Time for the present, which turned out to be presents. Edward grasped the ring case in his pocket at the same time Jem grasped the just manifested book in her lap. “I have something for–” they both said in unison, then laughed. “You go…” offered Jem, temporarily releasing the book and getting ready to accept whatever was coming across the table. “No, you,” said Edward back, trying to be more conscious of manners and act like a normal person for her.
He wish he hadn’t. He transformed his own present into a joke about 2 horses who couldn’t finish a race because they turned into rats, the ring remaining deep deep deep in his pocket after the one-eyed book was produced. Still Jem seemed pleased.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0036, 0204, Jeogeot, Middleton, Middletown, Xilted
Hook Tender (Southern delusion)
The surrounding white trees should have been a clue about the situation. Conquests, she called them at another time, another place (Horns). The mannequin in the yard (Roxanne) doesn’t want to hear anything about the making of babies; she wants to remain innocent and pure and white (as the driven snow). She doesn’t want to fall into the Black Hole at the center of the Milky Way, a dreamer lost to reality. Reality is *here*. There is no black behind the white for her, being, you know, a dummie and all. Simple, perhaps. A meat and potatoes kind of (wooden) girl.
Fireworks trees, some call them, but that would be more on the opposite side.
We’ve seen the mannequin before. Scarlet some called her, a person ruled by Terra: Earth. Grounded in the soil. She’ll never be tired or poor or hungry again. She thus becomes a mannequin, seeing no other recourse. Stuck in the yard, she is, with a UFO above trying to beam her back up into the sky but not succeeding. Pineapple down the road shoots a cherry red laser beam and mows down a pair of blue-not-green A_Team traitors, influencing the rocket. Frosty turns away, still cold from the grave. Homer sits on the porch. *Homer* *sits* on the *porch*.
Face it.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0029, 0501, Bellisaria, collages 2d, Continent 02, Horns of Hatton+, Maebaleia/Satori, Middletown
Murdock Island Too
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lanai
Lānaʻi (/ləˈnaɪ, lɑːˈnɑːi/;[1] Hawaiian: [laːˈnɐʔi, naː-]) is the sixth-largest of the Hawaiian Islands and the smallest publicly accessible inhabited island in the chain.[2] It is colloquially known as Pineapple Island[citation needed] because of its past as an island-wide pineapple plantation….
In 1921, Charles Gay planted the first pineapple on Lānaʻi. The population had again decreased to 150, most of whom were the descendants of the traditional families of the island.[14] A year later, James Dole, the president of Hawaiian Pineapple Company (later renamed Dole Food Company), bought the island and developed a large portion of it into the world’s largest pineapple plantation….
In 1985, Lānaʻi passed into the control of David H. Murdock, as a result of his purchase of Castle & Cooke, then owner of Dole….
In June 2012, Larry Ellison, then CEO of Oracle Corporation, purchased Castle & Cooke’s 98 percent share of the island for $300 million. The state owns the remaining 2 percent.[15]
“I have gone too far down Murdock Cherry. Collagewold influence lessening. The green A Team from Pineapple has murdered — even lasered down with their red beam — the blue Bees. Shivering commences again. Porch sitting Homer and Lady La La talk about knife fights and poisoning. The saucy eyed saucer spits out aberrant things.”
“I must return back to The Islands.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0012, 0606, Hawaii, Middletown
Middle
“Ahh. Justt liike Bakker Bee saidd. Here att *Cee*. Four headds as one. Sam Bee, Duncan Aaa, Parasoll, and, lett’s see, Charrlie?” Ruby Fanatsie considered again. “Banana Boyy, yess. And *I* inn the middle againn. The *centree*”.
Ruby walks further; passes the left pair of walkers and enters the circle proper. C. Right pair of walkers straight ahead.
Ruby Fantasie pauses at the right pair, then looks around, stupefied. “I have entered a collagewold! And I am talking local again. Baker B. must be nearby. Very nearby. But this is Sam Bee true enough. Basketball. Orange and basketball as one. Orange Peel.”
Ruby turned around. “Geez, Baker Bloch. You scared me! I am almost on top of you!” But Baker, I, couldn’t answer as this was collagewold and not the real wold.
Still, through the density, I was able to eek out a weak “saucer”. Ruby stared ahead down the road with this. The Pineapple Highway Road.
The spectre of Private Investigator Keat Owens didn’t phase her a bit as she continued.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0012, 0512, Middletown
Sideways
“I am The Light, The Way. No one comes before Me.”
“What’s happening to Me? No. Noooooo!!!”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0012, 0417, Middletown, Rose Heaven-
B.
Ahh. Theere she iss, crossleggedd in the middlle of thee roadd. Just liike Bakker said shee would bee. At Bbb.
Affectt the locall languagge againn, Ruby Fantasie thought. “Are you alright child?”
The girl indicated the house on the other side of the road.
Ahhh, Sam *Bee*, she. And soo thiss must bee Tessaa (!) “Don’t you worry, child,” she then comforted. “I’ll handle the man.”
The girl nodded in understanding (she had witnessed the appearance of these tiny cars several times before; knew what they meant) and Ruby Fantasie continued down the road, already beginning to plot some lessons for her black magick practicing friend. She knew he saw her too.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0012, 0306, Middletown
Cherry on top
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cherry_Island_(Loch_Ness)
Cherry Island (Scottish Gaelic: Eilean Muireach, meaning Murdoch’s Island) is the only island in Loch Ness, Highland, Scotland, and is an example of a crannog.[1] The island is about 150 yards (140 m) from the shore near the southern end of the loch. The island was originally 160 feet (49 m) by 168 feet (51 m) across, but is now smaller as the level of the loch was raised when it became part of the Caledonian Canal.[1] The increase in the level of the loch caused a smaller natural island nearby, Eilean Nan Con[2] (also known in its Anglicised form of “Dog Island”), to be totally submerged.
A castle stood on the island during the 15th century; this was constructed of stone and oak wood and was probably used as a fortified refuge. It has been suggested that Eilean Muireach may have been a hunting lodge, with Eilean Nan Con the home for the hunting dogs.[1]
“*Now* is the time, Sidechick.”
“Okay.”
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Sunklands 
