“Morning, Tom!”
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00480215
“I was hit by a bullet, Frank! Not hit by a car.”
Frank moves up behind him, stares at the image frozen on the screen too, in the exact center (again) of one of his many Youtube poop videos he’d been watching since the return. It could be that he can’t send him back down to the land of the living after all, he thinks. Mouse just keeps reappearing here; time loop. Center: something about center.
And the whole man-woman polarity he’s running away from so hard in his mind. He must embrace!
00480213
“Spongebub, what did I tell you about playing around with Weegee. *Now* look what’s happened!”
“But Squibward!” pleaded up his yellow, square Bikini Rump neighbor whose pineapple shaped home had just been destroyed by its giant nose. “We were boorrrrrrrrrrrr–
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–rded its ship and set sail for the sky.
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“What’s it spelling out now, Shelley? I mean… Lexi?”
“I think it wants us to stop.” STOP
00480212 (… of the universe)
It’s said the FBI is hiding something about the 1971 D. B. Cooper skyjacking case to prevent being humiliated by their former public statements but this was probably untruth. #1 suspect of theirs named R. (Richard) McCoy was not the R. (Real) McCoy here and only one of a number of copycat skyjackers to come along in the following years — the outside researchers were wrong about this (like Dan Gryder highlighted in the above linked video). Synchronistically, we have another “D. Cooper”, Dale in this case, working *inside* the FBI on another Washington state centered investigation from the early 1990s, in a fictional way this time. Of course I’m now talking about Twin Peaks once more, David Lynch’s signature creation shot largely in the small town of North Bend, Washington. D. B. Cooper jumped from a plane he skyjacked above the general location of another small Washington town, La Center, never to be seen again. The 2 locations lie about about 120 miles apart in the western section of the state.
Another parallel, then: falling.
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0048, 0212, Twin Peaks, Washington
00480210 (dressed)
“I *can’t* believe I *found* you.” He was talking about the cans but also the girl. One and the same.
You didn’t, she thinks. Then rotates 90 degrees in 3 years and changes, DEMON forehead exposed for all to see from this angle.
“At least you got us a *real* soda this time to begin,” spat out his girlfriend-not-wife, once the love of his life but now fading in the distance. Only the littlest fox unites them still. Their son daughter.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0210, Dokken Hollow, Jeogeot
00480209 (Home)
“I came into the parlour thinking: I wanted, like, 2 fish in a bowl at the center — navel. But Eddy, my Edward, if only in the future, poopooed the idea. You need to counter fish with birds, swim with flight. Else you’ll be stuck underwater, unable to gain perspective by reaching the land. He stared at me. I think I fell a little in love right then and there — a seed. It was the old proverb, you see.”
“Proverb?” I prompted.
“Yeah, fish in water — to the fish it’s like our air. They don’t understand the concept of water and that it’s below while air is above. Water just *is* for them… everything.”
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And so it was with Our Second Lyfe for me, at least up until photo-novel 41 and continuing into 42 and beyond. Now I have both up *and* down. Strengthened; reinforced. I actually appreciate it more now by contrast. It is what it is but that’s still saying a lot. It hasn’t been beaten back and broken down like I kind of expected. And I don’t think that’s going to happen.
The above shot is from the Navel Sink (aka Egg Hill Sink) at the exact center of the Corsica continent both in a north-south and east-west direction, once centered itself by what was called the Phish Bowl, a long term night club of some kind as I recall shaped like a giant fish tank. Gone but not forgotten: obvious foreshadowing for future developments in several ways.
I had a “friend” who lived in that center too. Sachie. Haven’t thought about her in a while.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0209, Corsica, Egg Hill Sink^
00480207
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“What you fishing for, Peppre?”
“A maaaaaannn.”
“Any ol’ kind of man, Peppre?”
“NoooOoooOooooOooo (reeling one in).”
“Then what kind? But… lemme guess… the puuuuuuurrrfectt caatchchch!”
“YEAH YEAH yeahyeahyeahyeah YEAAAAAAAHH!” (cue dance music!)
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Later at the mall (and after the dance/music):
“Tom?”
“Yeaaah, let’ss jus sayyy: he’s a wuurk inn puurrgresssss!”
From the gesture he subsequently shot her, I gathered they were in the “f-ck you” stage of their relationship. Puuuurre physical.
(to be continued?)
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0048, 0207, Wubbel
Sunklands 