“I want *five* hot dogs and I won’t take no for an answer. I have 4 little children in the car who won’t shut up until I do.”
“I only have 4 left,” the vendor man begged, almost out of meat at the end of a loong hot day. But the woman couldn’t give up her own. Dead at 57.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0207, Bay City/Nova Albion, Sansara
“See this snack here, Tabitha? That’s the one that’s going to kill Mommy in about 10 years.”
Yeah I’m about ready to whack a noob. Hurry up there Next Door Boy. I need to make my money back from this machine!
If only I hadn’t hit that machine so hard with my fist, also thought Ted upstairs. Now I can’t have children.
“Sorry Iris!” he said to a passing, oblivious woman.
“What??”
Nearby Douglas was nailing a machine more successfully. He was in better shape. He’d successfully live into his 50s. Until a steady diet of cherry squirt soda did him in.
Machines, hmph.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0206, Bay City/Nova Albion, Sansara
These SILHOUETTES, foreground leaves in retrospect, are *directly* west of dancing Hucka Doobie and Axis in 00310117. They also seem to be “dancing” on a corner of Monroe. Compare.
Despite the leafy origins, I’ve decided it is not coincidence and instead a channeling event, call me crazy (“You’re crazy!”).
Conclusion: we never left the red car. Let’s see what the two are up to currently.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0205, Bay City/Nova Albion, Google Street View, Iowa, Sansara
I wanted to stay in Dennis but the (Tisbury) cat lured me down the sidewalk, down and away from where I was suppose to be. “Psst, over here,” he or she seemed to say (in retrospect).
“Here, come here. Come closer. There. You’re here.” Indeed, I seemed welcomed.
Hmm, left the outside faucet running but it didn’t set off any alarms in my head. I’m soo blind without Hucka (!).
“No thanks, I already have one,” I said to the greeter in the front hall, a nice enough bloak. Too bad about the facial wounds for the fellow; maybe holds him back in life and keeps him here. As a servant at the door. “A smoke, I mean. Here. In my hand.” He presents his spliff possessed appendage for the cigar offering greeter as an explanation.
He’s back to old habits. Front and center with his back to us. Ahh, the old Baker. Azure Island days. Let’s get him in a comfy place to think about what’s he’s done and where he’s heading.
Ahh, this is the life, he ruminates. Smoking a spliff while relaxing in a stranger’s home. What could go wrong?
He looks around remotely.
Oldbie, hmm. ‘Nother one. And a prisoner: 031302. So close! This is 00310204. But: point made (?).
Let’s look around some more…
I wonder what could be coming up in post 00310302?
And that was more cats. Holding green and yellow balls. I wonder what would happen if you switched them around?
I think that’s it, the primary message for tonight. I’m officially an Oldbie. I wonder if I’ve been initiated into some kind of club?
—–
Ahh, been there done that.
I feel like someone should be there. In that bed beside the books and drugs and under the stars. Someone just as high as me. Someone just as *old* as me. Hucka, I realized. She never left.
Stand.
But how does he get over there?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0204, Bay City/Nova Albion, Sansara
“Alright I’m ready.”
“Fire her up.”
rrrr RRRRRRRRRR r..r RRRRRRRR.
“Let’s get this show on the road,” doubled down Hucka.
“I’m trying!” rrr RR rrr RR…
“Did you leave the lights on while we were dancing?”
“*No*” rrr RRRRRRRRRRR.
“Ah jeez. I’m going back to the White Palace, Baker Bloch. I’ve had enough thrills anyway for a while.”
rr RRRRR rr RR. “Suit yourself. I’m going to explore the town.” rr RRRRRRR rr RR. “On foot, pheh, if necessary.”
“Goodbye.” She slams the door on the way out and hails a taxi at the road. So many here in John F. Kennedy City. The yellow line should do for a return.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0203, Bay City/Nova Albion, Sansara
“If we keep focusing on Nautilus I think we’ll be okay, W. The link with Iowa.”
“Successful,” concludes the other. She seemed happy for a change. Or at least happier. Maybe the change of scenery did her good.
—–
“Where to, Hucka? Post, Texas?”
“Next post for sure, ha. Have you peed yet?”
“Forgot, sorry.”
“Get on back in there, then.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0202, Bay City/Nova Albion, Crisp Sea, Lower Austra, Nautilus, Sansara, Wild West
I was dancing with Hucka Doobie under the red car and next thing I know I wake up here. I’m beginning to think this world isn’t real, ha. Oh well. I’ll wait until I’m called again, pheh. Hopefully something out of the tall weeds.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0201, Crisp Sea, Lower Austra, Nautilus, Wild West
Brend woke up, having fallen asleep while reading the book about dreams. The Princess of the Diagonal’s portrait loomed above him. He looked around. Nowhere in sight. Probably out exploring leads while the day people are safely tucked in bed, some having drawn the covers over their head. It was getting cold in the Nautilus highlands. Soon the frost would move down into the coast here. Time to go buy a jacket, he contemplates, maybe a tweed one. He probably has the place to himself for a while, perhaps the rest of the night. Good time to get some work done himself.
—–
He contemplates the square before him while drinking molten silver, as they call the spiked coffee drink round these parts. He thinks of a joke here: “Do you know where the Nome King lives?” “I don’t know. Al-as-ka round.” A variation involves Anchorage, and, rarer, Douglas Fairbanks. Back to the map.
—–
“It probably all starts in Alaska don’t you think?” offers W. from the side. “Northernmost — the cold moves south; down. Parameters established — upper limit. John Fitzgerald Kennedy City,” she then utters, looking me straight in the eye.
—–
We start, of course, with the Diagonal, he thinks while studying. A lot of people enter that way; exit through Borneo. Like Marion Star Harding and his plane that turned endless instead of finite. He wore his inflammable suit which means it didn’t catch on fire which means he didn’t die. The Princess of the Diagonal is a bonafide expert on planes. She created this airport. She created Airton Hill itself, aligned it with Mount Ayr up in the through the (common) air.
—–
“You are going far,” W. encouraged. “You will get there tonight.”
—–
He drew back. He took another sip of the spiked beverage. He’d lost Iowa. He recalls the old days, when a seed was planted just east of Des Moines. JFK took a bullet for it. What would *he* sacrifice?
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0030, 0215, Iowa, Lower Austra, Nautilus, Upper Austra
It had advanced beyond black and white. This was an all read situation, book in her eyes. Jennifer Lane I suppose. She wore a raspberry beret but this wasn’t her first time. She was indeed an experienced woman of the night but not quite that way. It’s complicated, more than you can perhaps imagine. Call it, just like these here photo-novels, 30 in a series of nothing: an experiment in complexity. Coral-like it keeps growing. We’re back on Nautilus, link to the outside world broken, perhaps beyond repair. The Oracle, the connection, has been damaged in at least 2 ways, rendering it practically useless for time-space transport. Borneo remains a past-future barrier. A box. But what are the contents?
We have come so far, all the way to the edge. We peer inside, waiting to see the bottom writing, like looking through stacks of translucent paper. Reality.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0030, 0214, Iowa, Lower Austra, Nautilus
Sunklands 