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October 2, 2023 · 1:39 pm

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This square-ish field in Morgan’s Hill, Wiltshire County, England was the site of a complex *square shaped* crop circle in July 2009.

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A deceptively simple star circle formed 2 years prior to this in a neighboring field.

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I couldn’t help but associate these 2 Morgan’s Hill circles with the cuddly characters pictured below we’ve already seen once in this here photo-novel, another square and star partnering.

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Also, take a look at this article about a 2011 crop circle appearing at the foot of the same hill, 2 years after the square one and 4 years after the star formation.

http://www.cropcirclesandmore.com/thoughts/201103ecc.html

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Patrick Star’s home anyone?

https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2013/02/02/fh/

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“Our next door neighbor Sandy’s gone, Eddie,” spoke Pink to her new beau floating in the pool with her, “although her car is mysteriously still there on the lot. Perhaps she’s planning to pick it up later after she settles elsewhere. I wish her well.”

“Oh well,” says Eddie to this, indifferent to the change.

“Aidema Hill guy is still on the other side, though. Brabin. Or Bravin.”

“Hmm.” And he falls asleep in the midday sun.

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October 2, 2023 · 5:22 am

“Hey Mickey”!

Channeling the music as inspiration instead of irritation, she starts…

Ketchup Tom thinks he has an easy trade with me. Not so much. I’m only here because of the typewriter. And the drums — I wish to play with him later on at least in *that* way. Tee hee. I laugh like a slut but I’m not. I talk and walk trash but I’m not. Sometimes I write science fiction when I’m in a future mode or mood. Silverberg went over Pork Chop Hill; didn’t make it back. The war took a lot of us. I don’t have to remind the reader about that. Threatened to turn civilization back to the Monkeys, pheh. Civilization Phaze III we could call it in Zappa-speak, if it even gets that far. Monkeys use bones for drumming after all. And how often do bones turn into starships? I should know all about it. Because I was in that one. Because… I am Frank’s long lost sister’s father’s granddaughter. Not Moon: Starr. Because I will be one. I am destined to be one, born to be one. A Starr is Born.

Mickey, put down your sticks and sit back and listen to what I’m saying while I dance on your Head. I’m speaking to you directly.

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October 2, 2023 · 4:50 am

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He was sturming and dranging in the background, leaving the door to his 2nd or 3rd or 4th trailer wide open so that the whole of Big Sandy could hear, she supposed. The big egomaniac. Lured her over here thinking that she was easy pickings, and that Eddie, her Edward, wouldn’t mind a tradeoff, he with Dogg now. She’s not that type of gal, despite the writings. Which she must start soon, taking off from where Shelley Struthers left it. Shady Lane as a publisher’s name, true, but a more classy type of writing for that genre. This wasn’t no Robert Silverberg cheapie side project done just for the dough, despite more trailers being involved. Shelley had loftier ambitions than trash and even science fiction, another gutter style. And Marsha “Pink” Krakow must follow up on this because of the whole absorption thing that happened back there toward the end of photo-novel 39, as I’m sure you, the reader, will recall. How couldn’t you?? It brought our new heroine back from the land of the dead which was also Storybrook. As in: she died there; was murdered there, along with what turned out to be, in the end, her best friend Tammy “Beige” Brown, also known as Frankie “Brown” Beige. Or something.

It was like the music was being directly funneled into her brain from her good ear it was so loud. Ketchup Tom thought when he finished she would be wowed off her feet and onto that pull out couch over there. But she was only here because of the typewriter. And, yep, the possibility of her playing with him later on, as in, wishing to take up the old hobby of drumming as well, exclusive to the Marsha aspect this time. Strum and Drum, hmm. Nice ring for a new band name. At least she can put it in her novel if nothing else. How about 3 sentences back to begin.

(to be continued)

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October 1, 2023 · 3:20 pm

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Tessa was in the foreground talking to someone just off-screen. Her boyfriend/faux cousin Edward if I had to guess. Chair sitting Pink was similarly highlighted in the background interacting with a punk on the couch: Ketchup Tom, who owned the trailer, named for his bright red Mohawk if not visa versa. And they all owed him a big favor whether they knew it or not. His given name before he acquired a stage one: George. Rumor has it he destroyed a punk bar carved out of a big piece of coal in West Virginie when playing his signature track “Fire Ants”, quickly followed by “Water Uncles”, a lesser hit. A folly we could call it, but the oddball builders of the thing couldn’t have foreseen George’s powerful sturm und drang guitar licks ahead of time, like something straight out of a Nazi war lab. And he also had a magical ring to amplify the sound — very important detail there.

I couldn’t figure out some of the elements happening to the right in the location pictured above so I just left them out by blocking them with a wall (sorry). We could guess a stereo system or something given Ketchup Tom’s musician status, maybe a guitar or 2 to go along with a microphone or 3. Yes, let’s go with that. We’ll see them soon enough, then.

Oh, I do know that Eddie, Marsha “Pink” Krakow newly appointed boyfriend, was outside walking Dogg, an older mutt now she purchased as a pup over on the Corsica continent in a town that subsequently sank beneath the sea. Storybrook again.

Actually let’s move inside while we have the opportunity and zoom out a bit at the same time.

Turns out there was no stereo or musical stuff to the right. I must be thinking about a different Big Sandy trailer, then, perhaps also owned by the affluent punk and maybe one a little more solidly constructed to withstand the magically enhanced noise he’ll be making there. In the simultaneous zooming out we do reveal a poster to the left he keeps by the door to remind him of his lost origins. Marsha “Pink” Krakow has Dogg; Ketchup Tom has George.

(to be continued)

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September 29, 2023 · 9:53 am

Dogg to end (front and back 02)

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September 28, 2023 · 10:43 pm

a record of TILE

“Hurry, dear. Hurry back to the 2n1 trailer before it’s too late!”

And so Eddie unstuck her golden VW from the drift once more with his golden shovel and they drove away, leaving Edward behind to his own devices. Grilling was not a specialty so he’ll miss that aspect of their partnership. But he’ll manage. He has Wanda as a backup after all.

*Tessa* (sorry!).

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“You know we’ll have to say we’re cousins to keep living here on such low rent and all.”

“Fine with me,” and she finished peeling her banana and began to munch.

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September 28, 2023 · 3:38 pm

queen mayor

She refused to give up her 88s when she took the role. She refused to wear proper women’s clothing when she came into the meeting room. She refused to not smoke, not drink. She’ll be like any other man here. And more. She’ll join the circle of the general council if she wishes: doesn’t want to bother with it today. Look at them, she thinks while peered over the top of her newspaper, giving all the latest in fabled Storybrook, still a thing despite being destroyed almost 3 1/2 years back in this here blog’s timeline. She can get more information from this instead of listening to those asses heeing and hawing over there about the same. Remove the apple and you reveal the key. Storybrook continues (!).

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September 28, 2023 · 10:41 am

The only way to escape the noose is to up the ante.

They made her put on a dress before she approached the mayor. A bathing suit wouldn’t hack it in such regal settings. One of her mother’s obviously, because it fit perfectly.

“Well… what have you to say for yourself? Daughter.”

Gasping, realizing (thanks Brown!).

“I am in 2 places at once!”

“Yes indeed,” she said, misunderstanding the utterance a bit. “Here. But also a place called Big Sandy over on the old Bellissaria continent. You are stuck in *both*.”

Marsha “Pink” Krakow pondered the impossibility of it all while continuing to stare. She had trapped herself!

In the gap, her mother Wheeler Malone Wilson spoke of possibilities. “You can thank Eddie for digging you out of this situation by putting down his spatula and picking up his golden shovel, a hard thing to do for him by this point. You can proceed to your new home in the dunes. Yes, you and Eddie will be a couple (there), Edward faded along with the past. He was both real and not real. Much like you. Much like any of us. I wanted to have this meeting with you alone so I could tell you some of these things. I forgive you for stealing the car.”

“Why did you put me in that cow suit?” she remembered to ask, an important thing not to overlook.

“Because (*sigh*), I wanted you out of the way. I wanted you, not dead, but in a place where you couldn’t do any harm to my big big plans. Which are still on, by the way. Thus the meeting in private. I paid off Bazooka to shut his mouth already. 10 free readings over at Golden’s. Or 10 free dances from Bun Bun, his choice. I’d go with Golden but he’ll probably choose the latter. Saves me some money if he does so what do I care?” She settled back in her posh leather seat, her position of power. The next time they meet, she knew, they wouldn’t have the luxury of being alone. She’d have some questions to answer to. And questions begat questions; they would mount up. A general council would inevitably follow. And then they’d find out about the 2n1.

(to be continued)

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September 27, 2023 · 11:36 am

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Checking the latest blog post, Ginger (Marsha) discovered what The Sun was.

Her long pink-ish legs elongated the whole card at the bottom. She felt them stretch beyond 9 into 10, with a square root of 3.16 instead of 3. Root beer; ginger. “Dammit, Ed!” she cursed aloud, understanding what had happened at last. And all because of that beach towel he bought for her from Golden the psychic down at the strip mall, 1/2 price of course — planned. She suddenly could see *everything*, facade stripped away indeed. Illumination. She ripped off the also fake pigtails and headed over to Eddie’s apartment. And Edward’s.

And Nas ta boot! she also knew. She’ll start with her. But first there’s the little matter of stealing a car to frame the whole affair up, she thought while walking, while stomping. And right on Police Chief Bazooka Ferguson’s lunch break when he heads over for his own free reading at the strip mall, another set up. Golden ticket as it were. Slightly wrong address on it so he’ll have to circle ’round the back and by their apartment to seal the deal.

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September 27, 2023 · 10:55 am

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She was working on her laptop now, Eddie still around, still enjoying the view of the ocean here while sipping on his 3rd slurpee of the day, a drink provided free of charge by the wooden lounger he sat upon. Maybe he shouldn’t go back either.

He pondered freedom in general while lounging and sipping. No payment for land, yet still with the girl of his, I suppose, dreams, at least in a virtual sense. And Edward coming into town as well, a needed sounding board. He can stop using local bartender Nas for that purpose, he guessed. Which would eliminate some other temptations. Meat City, pheh, he thinks. What has Karma brought me here? He thinks of its actual name. Kama, pretty close to karma, probably close enough to count. Edward, though. He must go back for Edward, start pretending they have a relationship beyond cousinship. He forces himself into an animation where he sits down his slurpee on the table between them. He caught a glimpse of what she was working on. The blog. *This* blog. It sort of spooked him. So much so that he decided not to ask about it. Something about Ozark Mountain, he gleaned, although he didn’t see the Daredevils part to end this time. Something else instead. Anyway he needed to get back and start cooking — grilling — since Ginger wouldn’t be around for that any longer. Been wanting to try out the new grill George gave him anyway.

“I should go,” he said, standing up.

“Do you have to?” she responded.

“Yep. I suppose. I have to get back for Edward.”

“Oh. All right. If you must.”

“You’ll be okay out here.”

“I know. I’ll keep the suit on; I’ll remember soon enough.”

But she didn’t, too tempted by the Sun that one fine day in August’s May not far away atall. And she paid that visit to Eddie and Edward to give them a piece of her mind, “borrowing” her mother’s car which was then spotted by the Chief of Police (trapped!). It was all falling down like a house full of cards. But first things first…

(to be continued)

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