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October 5, 2019 · 10:05 am

Vertigo-ish

He must get his eyebrow spiral just right. For today was the day to pop the big question. Just a little more product should do it.

—–

“The town *could* hold many mysteries,” she complained metallically to photographer Herbert Dune later at Spunky’s coffee shop on Southside, “but I’m not sure that’s the way it’s pivoting. A choice must be made soon. Am I a mixed up man-girl or one or the other? Not sitting on the fence any longer. Feel one part: one. Feel another: the other.”

Herbert Dune was staring at her hair, thinking: I believe you’ve already chosen, baby*doll*. My doll, that is. Could this be, could it be…? He said aloud: “I-I’ve made a decision as well.” Stumbling with his words? That’s not like him. He *must* be nervous about all this too. But he seems so close this time. After failing so many times before. A doll come to life. Dare he even think the name? Yes: All Orange. I think I’ve found her. “I wish you to become my assistant.” Confidence back now. He stares her straight in the eyes, trying to ignore the golden sheen. He’d almost found his style. One more trick with the hair at the shoot tonight might do it. Along with shedding the skin again, of course.

—-

“Wow, that was *da bomb*, Merry.” Marry me, Merry! he wanted to scream to the world. The illusion was complete.

“Call me Breeze,” the assistant then requested. She’d been pondering the new name for a while.

“Breeze it is!”

—–

“Marry me, Breeze!” He couldn’t help himself this time.

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October 4, 2019 · 8:18 am

choice

“Believe me, if you go down this Breeze path you’ll never get out of here. Change your hair, change your life. The gold will go and you’ll never be the same. Trust me. I know.”

“My– my kingdom or queendom thinks me bananas for hanging out around mainland, let alone *here*. Bananas, I said (she nods up). That’s my attempt at a joke to lighten the mood.”

“It didn’t work,” the other responded. The one that had already succumbed to the Other Side. Humor, lame or unlame, was not allowed there. “I think you should go with that hole in the wall next. The cave. The owner will be proud and surprised she could rent the place. (Small) homeless camp right outside. Convenient to this, um, downtown. Guess you can call it a downtown. And this beach, for what it’s worth.”

“I’ll think about it, erm, Other Self. What did you say your name was?”

“You know my name.”

“Breeze,” Merry Gouldbusk pronounces while staring at her and realizing. “Me in the future.”

“Lucky you,” Future Breeze responds quickly. She had seen enough of the past for tonight.

—–

She went to see where she once lived. The cave or hole-in-the-wall existence didn’t help: she still succumbed. And it’s available again. Too bad time can’t loop back upon itself, she thought, or I could go back and change things. Make sure Merry never published those photos, took those shots. “The Rose and the Thorn” could be a good title for this story, pheh.

—–

“No, there’s something still missing, Merry. Tell you what, let’s do another experiment. Let’s lose the golden skin this time. Keep the girly hair, lose the skin.”

“You mean, just take it *off*?”

“Sure. Just temporary mind you.”

—-

“Yeahhh. That’s it. You go girl!”

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October 3, 2019 · 9:00 am

none

Is the window open…

or closed?

—–

She closed the window, satisfied that the smell was coming from the other direction.

She faced the opposite way.

Better get downstairs.

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October 3, 2019 · 7:01 am

WEE

“This will be the time that does him in. He will have to go there *physically* after that. Only way to really explore the place, this Necksity. He has gone too far, found too many things. He can now…”

“Don’t say it.”

“Anyway. (pause) This is the place.”

—–

“Nah. It’s not *that* kind of neck pain. It’s a bit of an infection, yes, but…”

“Don’t say it.”

“*Anyway*. This is still the place. But it’s not Necksity. *That* Necksity.”

“Then *what*?”

—–

“A limit, yes. A limit, true. We are not even baker b. and Hucka D. any longer. New WES is WES but not WES. Something new.”

Quickly: “I gathered that.”

“Two shacks in the center of town.”

“Yup.”

(pause) “We can’t be just nowhere spirits, talking in the void. Take us to at least the White Palace.”

“Yes, *somewhere*,” requests the other. But who were they? I guess that’s the point. So I brought him back.

—–

“What are you *doing* here. We have a whole *kingdom* to run over there.”

“Queendom,” she partially corrected her brother. He was drinking through his rainbow sphere covered head again. She thought nothing of it, seeing the act for years. Eating, drinking, even, well, other things. Smoking. A lot of smoking. This was another Joint Joint and that’s a fact. Beside the Rhino Club, even. “It *has* to be Gaston reborn as well,” she spoke on the subject. Dare they go into the other room? Will *he* be there? They kept delaying, chatting about other things. Catching up in general. It had been months since the two siblings had seen each other. All was not well in Rosehaven. Winter is coming.

“You go running off here and there,” the brother kept complaining. “To Sunklands… to *here*. Why Jeogeot? Why return back to that particular continent? Is it Pietmond?” he then queried. “Sunklands as a whole?” But he said it as if all the letters were capitalized. SUNKLANDS, then.

“SUNKLANDS, yes,” his sister then realized. That’s why she’d redonned the golden map mask. Bach… Goldberg Variations. Is this a *gold* town, then? Or some other metal. One way to find out…

—–

“Ok, he’s not here,” says a mainly relieved Ingo, King of Rosehaven. But a shared kingdom. Half queendom. They joked about the name all the time. Before she started her travels at least.

“No,” she stated plainly, not as relieved, and looked around the back room of the joint. A place to buy drugs, yes. Better get her brother out of here asap.

But someone *was* here.

*But*. Could they see him? Could *we* see him? (yes)

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October 3, 2019 · 6:25 am

just new

She stared across the road at them; they stared back.

The Owl and the Rhino.

She had acquired a name for the town: Necksity. After a neck. Someone’s neck. Wonder who?

She had to make another purchase in town to find out. She was a *spy*. Excitement!

There was a strange smell to the place. She opened a window in back for air. Vacant lot behind.

A lift directly behind the rowhouse just rented that goes down to nowhere. Just grass beneath here. The megaburg is still being built in its various levels; a work in progress.

Better get the little devils over. Another town for them to take, um, down.

—–

But turns out the correct group to rez objects could not be joined tonight. Frustration. Her neck began to hurt, and not for the last time.

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October 1, 2019 · 6:08 am

New WES

“It’s the first megaburg on the (Jeogeot) continent since WES, reportedly. And they’re trying to bring back at least *sections* of the old into the new. Red is there, for example. Red shirt; red head.”

“Merry Gouldbusk, then.”

“Um. Sure. But in this incarnation she likes to go by Breeze.”

“What incarnation? (pause) And what *sex* is she?”

“Answer me!”

“If you touch one place I am a man. If another: a woman. It is as yet undecided, then.”

“Thank you for answering me, er, Breeze.”

“You’re welcome.” *click*

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September 30, 2019 · 6:26 am

Fi 02

I wonder what all this reference to Metal means around here?

Oh well. Time to clean the bathroom again. I’ll show The Man About Time I’m worth my weight in… *something*.

—–

“I will find you, my friend. I will find you and set you free. I understand a little something about being trapped in the head.”

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September 30, 2019 · 5:50 am

Fi 01

Dadada Again (!). And I can buy for nothing. Yes, Herbert Gold must stay in this West End for a spell. Try to reconcile with the present wife but, if not, there’s always red. Redshirt red, redhair red. Something red. 4th.

How exciting! West End still has magic, probably due to the lingering effects of WES. From beyond the grave.

—–

“Don’t you think WES could be Joplin, Hucka D.?”

“Could be, baker b.”

—–

Rentals? ponders Herbert Gold, spotting the sign while heading back from the road’s terminus. Sounds intriguing. Maybe April Mae will like it better here than that box in Dewey.

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September 30, 2019 · 4:35 am

on the border

Herbert Gold sat at the terminus of West End Road just before dawn and started his first painting ever, simply entitled “Gold”. Afterwards he gets the strong sense of being boxed in again and realizes he has to end it with April Mae. Wife #4 on the way. He has an inclination to go with a redhead this time. Younger. Red. We’ll see what happens.

This statue commemorates the discovery of sculpted prims in ’06. Found in the prim mines of Heterocera, sculpted prims were immediately recognized as a new category of prim that would change the face of Second Life forever. This statue is dedicated to the brave Moles who delved into the pixelated crust of Heterocera Atoll in order to bring forth these valuable prims.

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September 29, 2019 · 6:42 am

flagged

He had to get it over with. It should have been done yesterday. Danny had to come to Dewey to live. For good. That’s why the names are in his county.

Just right over there.

Better, hrmph, hop to it.

—–

—–

“I don’t know what to say, Man About Time.”

“Jim K., please,” The Man About Time requested about his name. “Call me Jim.”

“Well, whatever, this is a wonderful gift. Thank you!”

“And, as you can see, we’ve copied both your American and Florida flag from the trailer to here. Much more room. And Greyhound Imperial Town is right next door. Hear they have a nice art museum you can clean up. I know you like art.” Not quite enough to save your Fal Mouth Moon job, though, The Man About Time thinks to himself here. Tronesisia’s orders: Danny had to go. The Humanvillians had jumped off the confines of 2-dimensional art and come alive. Herbert and April Mae Humanvillian, ugh. Denizens directly from Mammoth Cave (Kentucky Town) to an art gallery near you. They’ll be in for a while. Hope they like their new neighbor.

—–

“This is *ridiculously* small,” complained a totally pissed off April Mae to her husband. “This door won’t even *fully shut*.”

But Herbert Gold was strangely taking all the upheaval quite calmly. Time for a change, he thought but didn’t speak aloud. I’m tired of servants and groundskeepers. We’ll be better off here. He was beginning to dwell on his exes again. And a new one possibly coming up soon.

Oh, and he didn’t die. Tronesisia brought him back to life. Guess that cheers him up a bit too.

And that’s how the Humanvillians came to Dewey. Soon they would explore the whole West End peninsula, all the way to Sentinel at its coastal terminus. Much more interesting in the days when megaburg WES was around, the musical birthplace of the band Love The Three and its Marty, Lemon and George Harris’ Son. Destined they were for great, star studded things, once Ingor was added.


Ingor “Redman” Ratts in WES, c.2007


Now where *are* they?

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