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00490602
I had a dream about my brother last night. Woke him up to fix a physical problem that was presently imperiling me. Battery (car?) bubbling over on my clothes while I was holding it. Good chance I’d get acid burns on at least my stomach. He woke as I prodded him, slowly, like he’d already been awake and was just pretending to sleep. Best I can explain the queer expression. And the queerness continued. He took the battery — reluctantly, I must add, like he didn’t really want to help, I understood. He wacked or manipulated it somehow with his hands and it miraculously changed shapes; bent inwards. I wanted to protest that he shouldn’t handle it that way and that his hands would get acid burns too. But I trusted he knew what he was doing, being the mechanical *savant* he was. He may have fixed it, he may not have — can’t recall, and maybe that wasn’t the point. The overall tone of the dream is that he resented me for rousing him which indicated a deeper disconnect.
In terms of my nightly Starfield journey — viewed just before I went back to bed and had the dream — I’m up to hour 5 again in the 7+ hour video. Queerly again, I found a five (number) during this hour on the side of a rocky hill and picked up on the resonance. Hopefully you can see what Gemilly Niceniece is staring at here on the Nesoi planet. This *could* get captured in a snapshot. Like the word JAX and a handful of others before it. Most phenomena I’ve seen like this aren’t repeatable but not all, then. What “they” want you out there to see, we could speculate.
I have a feeling that the brother has merged with the father like Starfield’s Raphael with Sampson in photo-novel 48 before this one, steadily staring out at me beyond the screen as one. Foreshadowing we can call it. And of course it works from both sides. We both decide to part ways with each other, understanding that this *has* to be resolved down the line somewhere. Perhaps on a different planet from Earth altogether? Maybe even 1 of these 7? Wouldn’t that be just the weirdest? Deeep rabbit hole. But for now, more on the surface. Need to procure the proper rope, grappling hook, so on. We agree to at least this “future” rendezvous, and, really, we have no choice. Not in the Big Picture. (TBC)
00490601
He was finally fading from me, this influence of the brother of mine. Not even brother of arms. Slowly, from Xmas forward, he went away. I had decided. No saving.
But the planets, I protested, trying to continue a link from my end. No answer. Only Starfield remains between us. Gemilly Niceniece. We must continue walking through the 7 planets in her shoes, being, in order, Schrodinger VIIIa, Jemison, Freya III, Cassiopeia I, Schrodinger III, Nesoi, and Hyla II. 7 Earth-like planets for 7+ hours of video fun and excitement and study. I have seen things in the grass, rocks, and bushes. Peculiar stuff which I can’t for the life of me recreate. Singular events, then. Unrepeatable elements existing only within and not without.
As the cyclical journey stands now, we have returned to Jemison. Where it all began.
“Welcome back,” said Clyde the Herding Cutterhead while passing by her a little later, a ritual by now. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0601, Jemison, Starfield
00490516 (2-D)
I needed Murdoc and Murdoc needed me. As he’d saved me before now I must save him. Or is it the other way ’round? Never mind: we’re a team moving forward from this day on, beyond the Plastic Beach where we came from to get this far. But not (a team) in that way, never mind there’s nothing wrong with that way. It’s just not ours. We’re what they call *ordinary*; not reversed, not retrograde. In that way again. With my elastic arm, I pull him into the portal with me and the others and we continue…
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0516, Oceania
00490515
“This is where the Pee Pee starts, Biker friend of mine, perhaps a lover too.” Maybe she left the lover part out of that sentence. Hadn’t been decided. But they had travelled to Rodentia for a reason. Daisy was testing out the relationship fer sure.
“Fascinating,” he said but not with enthusiasm.
“Let’s move down this grassy diagonal side road. Keep in mind the beginning point.”
“Oh I will.”
—–
“And so this is where it ends, down at that pipe down there, about 200 yards below the source up next to Route 10. It *should* empty into the Baederwood Forest I just exposed by derendering that wall screen marking the limit of Arang. But it doesn’t. Another mystery, then, perhaps another misery as well.” But maybe she left that last part of that sentence out again. No need to bring misery into the relationship either which also often comes hand in hand with the love part.
“Hmmm… why are you showing all this to me again?”
She turns toward him on the bridge. “Because I want you to know where I come from, Biker. I want you to know *my* source. And my mouth.” She opens her mouth to him and points within. “The words coming out of my mouth. I want you to listen like I had to in the past.”
He looks away from her after she shuts her mouth back up. He opens his just a little, pops in another cigarette, lights it, puffs. Not what I signed up for, he thinks to himself while watching the smoke fill the air in front of him, concealing the stream again. Religious mumbo jumbo in a town devoted to anarchy against the powers that be. He’s not a radical, not even political at all, really. He just… likes Daisy. Why does she have to, erm, *muddy* the waters with this… complexity, pheh. And *what* kind of name is Pee Pee??
“Why?” he says aloud, smoke dissipated, allowing him to view again. “Why Pee Pee? It’s not yellow or anything.”
“No of course not, silly. It’s named for my home. In Nigeria. The one I tried to conceal behind a fancier name. This Second Lyfe offered me a chance to reverse my youthful error, change my perspective on the world. I became a priestess here just like my mother was (up) in Real Life. I’ve told you all this before. The other day, when you were on your 3rd Non of the evening. I *know* you weren’t drunk, ha.” Should’ve remembered, she thinks.
Had she made a mistake in bringing him here? What if Frank Lynn finds out? But she had to know. Now she thinks she does. If only they could resolve that difference of opinion about AI. She’s *firm* about hers. What about him? Is he pliable to change? *She* isn’t. And of course therein lies the problem. Can she realize this in time?
—–
When she returned home, she was shocked to find her bar wasn’t there any more along the shores of Nawt Vaya. Hole in the Wall: simply vanished!! What happened, what happened? she panicked. Then she realized the culprit. The alcoholic sea monster! The Non she’d prepared just before leaving with Biker to visit Rodentia had turned out to be so good that the taste overrode his need for alcohol. Success! she understood about her personal brew. But she’d have to start over from scratch. Maybe rebuild the bar elsewhere now that she had to make a fresh start anyway. It’s all up to Frank, he thinks. She needs to find him, and quick! TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0515, Africa, California, Dokken Hollow+, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
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
00490512
“She called me Martin. Not Murdoc. It quite irritated me, and I think I figured out why. Murdoc Alphonse Niccals I was born, you see, but later changed Alphonse to Faust when I sold my soul to the Devil for rock ‘n roll fame, as any red blooded, white nosed lad of his time would have, he he — just kidding about the white part, mind you (sniff). So to name me something else would maybe break the spell, the, er, *blessing* that the Dark Underlord had bestowed upon me. But — ahh — maybe that’s what she was actually trying to do, see,” he realized while talking it all out. “Martin, eh?” He turned the word around in his mind, examining different angles, different facets.
“And this was Blue Moon doing the, um, renaming?”
“Did I say that?” he responded, eyebrows raised. “I meant Blue Flower… eh hehehehe, *Moon* Flower. Yes, that was her name. Not the other ones. Although 2-D was certainly *her* blue flower. Sacrifice you see. Lamb. Just like…” He petered out here. He couldn’t remember anything else for a while. I put him back in his orgone chamber for recharging. I knew the upside down cross on the front would keep him there. The Fallen One.
—-
“Peter, yeah,” he starts when returning and after a sniff. “Sorry I…” He trails off again. Back to the chamber.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0512, California, Kentucky
00490511 (cleansed 02)
Stop, smell the roses.
Good, isn’t it?
But the smell of the hotel beneath it wouldn’t go away. The loop still exists: Violet Hope, the 1923 vampire who lived at least 100 more years. Can Can Girl, with a second head now emerging from the first thanks to the magic of instant collage, no mirroring required. Barry de Boy decides to created his “Does This Look Square to You?” series because of its reduced 814 x 814 pixel dimensions, becoming the second entry of the bunch which started with this…
… and currently finishes up with this, its third and perhaps the last personal collage, period, a good place to terminate the overall process (?):
1-2-3, with 24 x 24 miles square Newton County MS and 13 x 13 multi-colored square The Atom also in the mix somewhere, at least behind the scenes. Back to the hotel…
“I’m finished, Hucka! You can come in now!” Wait!! Why did I say that?? I’m disgusting!!!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0511, collages 2d, Ebbert, Jemison, Kentucky, New Mexico, Paperville+, Starfield, Willow Hill
00490510
Barry De Boy stands in front of the Shaffer Hotel in Mountainair NM, realizing that he had already checked into a room here in 2023 and then never left. Yet this is also his first time visiting. Time forms a loop in this place and disappears into a Vortex of some dimensions, some dimensions indeed. All of this was pretty much covered in photo-novel 37 sections 1 and 2 and a bit in section 3. I don’t think we need to rehash the story here. Moving on, then…
“Can Can Girls” 1923>2023
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0510, Bogota, collages 2d, New Mexico, Willow Hill
Sunklands 