The Mother this time. On the opposite side of the Pineapple.
“Welcome home, Sonny, ” she said again.
Category Archives: *REALITY
00490201 (Dixie (begin again (the red line continues)))
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0201, Back Rooms, collages 2d, Europe, Google Street View, Middletown, Red Umbrella, 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, Red Umbrella
00490113 (AR*T*?)
Entering a Population Place…
… called yatt if you didn’t know any better. 319 people according to this sign across the road from Polly’s. 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, Red Umbrella
00480316 (2n1)
He called for what seemed like days, from all angles, even from the tracks on the bridge so he could use his normal voice from this distance, he felt. No Frank. No noone else either. Then while standing there he remembered the team nickname he’d been thinking about for a while. *Eleph*ants: still highlighting ants. Emerald Elephants. The elephant in the room, he freewheeled. He’s missing something that’s right in front of his face!
Or was it Eagles? Anyway, he knew he was focusing in on something. Almost there?
Oops, a train horn. Better get off that bridge, Philip, and into the next section. Quick!
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0048, 0316, Mythopolis, Starfield, Wazob
00480315 (dream)
“Yeah, that’s him, Frank. I’d recognize those beady little eyes anywhere. And that smile!” Philip turns, realizes Frank is no longer with him. He calls anyway. “Frank? Franky boy — you here?” He stares around, then peers over at the conjunction of 2 streams below the railroad trestle bridge, lesser to greater. Copper to Silver some say, although he knows better about the former. This is Edward. Flowing into Silver directly below the train trestle marking the boundary between West and North; green and blue.
Frank says there’s people down there, Philip thinks while trying to spot any on the small peninsula. He knows they’d have to be tiny from his perspective, like ants. “Frank?” he says softer soas not to hurt littler ears. (TBC)
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0048, 0315, Mythopolis, Starfield, Wazob
00480314
“And so Edward disappeared back into the woodwork with the seance, hopefully never to be seen again. The End. Thank you so much, Lexi — dawg — for your channeling efforts on this matter. I owe you big time.”
“You’re welcome. But… scroll back to the first picture, Frank,” she requested, trying to stay calm for appearances. She wanted to check and compare.
Yup, that’s him all right. Only the colored version of Pierrot was returned to the walls of the castle, she then knew, and even that might only be temporary. The white one was still out and about, and causing trouble by the looks of what was going on up on the hillside over there. Lexi didn’t have the heart to tell Frank the bad news.
Don’t believe him! Lexi wanted to cry to a potential convert also spied in the distance. Everything *can* be fixed. Her whole existence depends on that very truth.
(TBC)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0314, Jeogeot, Mythopolis, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00480101 (new month, new photo-novel)
“Who are you? And what are you doing here??”
——
“He said he was this guy. I’m telling you Frank. These walls are haunted!”
“Simmer down, Philip. Say he *gave* this to you?”
“Yeah; just dropped it into my inventory and then vanished. Said he lived here. He’s lived here for a long time. Behind the fireplace; in the walls. Watching. This is a colored version of him where I saw a white one. But I know they’re the same. And… sorry about saying the word colored,” he apologized while looking over at his black friend, who took the mention in stride. “Like black-and-white and colored TVs I suppose,” Philip needlessly continued the apology. “No harm meant.”
“Watching, huh. Creepy.” Frank didn’t believe Philip’s story but was just going along for the ride.
“Like I said, Pierrot’s the name. Edward Pierrot. Said he died here or something, then mentioned Alabama. But now he’s back, he said. Like the Alabama Phoenix, whatever that means.”
“But… Phoenix is in Arizona. Dawg,” he added to make it more authentically him.
“I don’t know. But I, um, might not be coming up as much, Frank, to be honest with you. He’s *watching*. How can I play pinball in peace and escape all the stress of the world if I know *that*.”
“Truly an issue. Well, tell you what, Philip. I’ll dig into it, maybe hire some kind of exorcist, you know.”
“Really?” exuded Philip, still not catching on that Frank doesn’t believe anything he’s saying. “That would be *great*, bud.” And he punched him on the shoulder to show his gratitude and then excused himself, saying he’s late for dinner with Lexi down at the sea. He still didn’t like Frank to call Nawt Vaya a lake but Frank doesn’t do that much anymore. He’s caught on too. He likes it here! No dead fish smell, etc. Much better than the Alamo where it/they came from. “Remember the Alamo,” Philip likes to say. “And then forget all about it,” he adds the punchline, the joke of it all. Alamo > Nawt Vaya. Fate, they’ve determined. Lexi too in her own special way and special place manner.
After he went home, Frank continued to stare at the painting Philip left behind. Frank can’t return it immediately or Philip will see it show up in his lost and found folder and maybe get wise to his little game. So he just moves the thing up into the ceiling so he won’t have to look at it all the time. He’d have to talk to Lexi about Philip’s new issues first chance he gets. Maybe an extension of the ones we’ve seen him saddled with in photo-novel 47 — just completed in the nick of time for its end of August deadline, yay!
https://bakerbloch.com/virtual/sunklands-2025-middle/
Another Edward Pierrot from a land far removed now (Mythopolis).
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0101, Alabama, Jeogeot, Mythopolis, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Wazob
00440611 (Plant Man)
“Thaaat’s betterr.”
“Hold still Mr. Middle Slaughter, tee hee. Say cheese.”
“Cheeeeeese.”
“Perfect.” Snap.
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0044, 0611, Arroyo, C2077, United Kingdom, Wiltshire
00440310 (end of Becky Hill this time)
At 33:33 he stared at the Slaughterhouse vending machine and thought back to the splat, then wondered why.
Then he also recalled their ad playing at the time which completed the triangle, another indicator of Middle.
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0044, 0310, C2077, City Center, United Kingdom
00440308
As Middle, my life started to become gray and totally predictable. I stared into the Eye and decided to Die. “Ayyyyyyyyyyee!”
He turned around after hearing the sickening splat behind him at 4:20, stared at my lifeless body, totally shocked at the jump. A Slaughterhouse commercial began to play from unseen loudspeakers overhead, which I learned I’d already set up, along with the finding of the body. The person’s name was Lincoln, and he was pretty fresh to the city like a shiny new penny. First BD. This one.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0044, 0308, C2077, City Center, United Kingdom
Sunklands 
