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“My latest creation, Golden Jim. The Rubi Gardens. 2 parcels in 1. I have almost encircled…”

“No you haven’t,” countered Golden Jim, wiser than the girl fairy for now. “You will never encircle these enchanted woods, except…”

“*Except,* spoke the *now* wiser child. She was wiser than Golden Jim almost all the time except, in this post, for that little lapse back there. Except.

“Except what, child?” Golden Jim stared at her, at the woods behind her. *Their* woods. They become one through it.

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the problem with 3 and 4

“You don’t understand,” pleaded Olive to SEAN “Green” Penn. “Beige — I mean, Frankie *can’t* join our ranks. We must remain three colors and three colors alone. The contracts–”

“I don’t want to hear another *word* about those f-cking contracts!” shouted SEAN over the drumming, on his 5th Corona-V of the night. “And lean back and stay 6 feet the f-ck away from me, ho.”

Olive leaned back, but pressed him on the ho part. “When did you start calling *women* that?”

“That’s what you *are*,” he replied, defiance in his voice and washing another french fry down with a swig of beer. “With, erm, that *policeman*. The older one, not the younger one. Jeep or something.”

She laid down all the cards on the table. “Listen, *SEAN*. I’m here to help.”

—–

Pink was sitting too close to Olive but Olive didn’t mind. She knew it was all a ruse.

“Weelll? Whatdaya think? Pretty good tonight. I was feeling it.”

But SEAN “Green” Penn had other things on his mind. “Listen, erm, Pink. We have to leave this town. We gotta get away.” He glanced over at Olive, understanding the truth now. He didn’t want to look too long.

“Leave?” replied Marsha “Pink” Krakow. “But we just — just *got* here again. What about Beige, I mean, Frankie?”

“We’ll just have to take her along,” responded SEAN rapidly, sobering up real quick. “*And* the creepy photography teacher. We’ll just have to drag out the story elsewhere.”

“2 weeks,” reinforced Olive to her left. “That’s all we have.” She looked down at SEAN’s big feet tapping anxiously against his bar stool, as if they were on fire.

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hidden?

“Come here dear,” Mary Pippens requested from the open door. “I want to show you something.”

“In a minute dear,” spoke her husband of 29 years, Achilles. “I’m recharging myself on The Diagonal.” One day it will solve my nose problem, he then thinks while beholding the cursed big honker between his eyes. I’m sure of it. 15 minutes a day: that’s how long the church told him to do, no more no less. He looks down at his watch.

Two minutes and 37 second later, he began moving to the now closed door to join his wife at the bay window of their bedroom. “Look there, hubby. I stare out this window every day at one of my beloved, local hills, and this structure *definitely* hasn’t been here before. Here, I’ll open the window so you can take a better gander. Right over there on the old Elaine Ratio property. She’s rarely home any more, you know.” With her arthritis weary arm, Mary points toward the visible corner of my recently erected 32 square meter house in Instabar, the one Summerhill Nova warned could spell TROUBLE for me once again.

“We should alert the local neighborhood watch. Who’s the head of that thing now?”

“Hidi,” Achilles said. “I think — can’t remember the last name.” He sniffed and the cats ran away.

“Well, I’ll try to track down this Hidi tomorrow.”

“Good luck.”

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Heart Queen

Some things never change.

—–

“Fish Head! Give us a report.”

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Cousin Tr-opp

“Whatever happened to us, Grassy?”

“Whatever happened to *you*.”

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options 02

“Sinkology is a relatively new development on Maebaleia.”

“Satori,” Option 01 corrected, trying to read his own manuscript.

“Yeah, what I said. But it started on Jeogeot and spread here. But first it skipped Maebaleia…”

“Satori.”

“Yeahhh, and went to Corsica instead. Chasm Deep and also Egghill Sink, of course.”

“Of course.”

“That’s where it picked up resonance from Earth.”

Option 01 stopped trying to read and lifted his head. “Your son Preston Weston is very interested in Earth, and getting rid of it.”

Option 02 met his eyes. “*Your* son.”

—–

“Nothing but vampire drinks here. But…

… another door.”

“Each supposedly duplicate castle has its advantages and disadvantages compared to the other,” returns Option 02. “My guess is that they cancel each other out and are unimportant to the overall story here.”

Option 01 paused, again wishing he had a drink. “Like us?” he then asked.

—–

“Ma, I’m home!”

“Ma?”

—–

“Do you think I’m pretty, Preston Weston?”

“Um, *sure* ma. Not as pretty as Mrs. Appletree, my geography teacher. But, yeah, pretty still. In a ma kind of way, heh.”

“Your *father* thinks I’m too fat.”

“W-what?”

“Yes. Too fat.”

“Is, er, that why we’re not *eating*?” Preston Weston’s stomach rumbles again involuntarily. No food on the table, nothing being prepared. This was not the usual!

“He picks you up, he drops you off. God knows where he is before, between, and after.”

“Jeez ma. This is kind of *sad.* *You’re* sad. Do you want me to tell you one of my stories to cheer you up? I have a new one… listen, heh, South America is being invaded by giant ants…”

“*No*, Preston,” She looks at him directly now. “But… thanks. That’s very nice of you to offer.”

“Jeez ma,” Preston repeats more seriously, seeing the tears in her eyes.

—–

“Drive over to the east coast now, Option 02?”

“Sure.”

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I.

Looks like people down there at the red lighthouse but aren’t. Man and woman.

Red has come up a lot lately. And the shape of the lake this island lies within — L —  is symbolic of red via TILE. Will Karoz return to energize his college?

Now where are those itty bitty bugs. Down below that empty house over there?

No. Above it.

I believe that the Mossmen, perhaps including this Gene Fade but perhaps not, are behind the recent phenomenon of black holes in Our Second Lyfe’s sky at dusk and dawn. This is Moss Island. In the middle of an L shaped lake. Moss (character) wears an L shaped tie in the Red Umbrella (Stonethrow) collage Hucka Doobie was found recently studying (“Whiteyes”). L within Moss instead of visa versa.

It’s all leading to the red door. And what’s inside. Moss(men) guarded the door and made sure it was tight and secure until April 2015. Then when it was opened the game was set. The WIS maps all center around it. Just northeast of fabled Whitehead Crossing where Spongeberg Resident seems to live now in his open teepee.

There’s nothing else, really, on this Moss Island in the L shaped lake. It is just another stepping stone on the path of truth, another pointer in the direction of fate.

Up or down? Hucka Doobie asks herself.

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HF 02

“Hoomer. Hoooomer. It is I. Carrcassonne. Come to take you back. You come back, I come back.”

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meeting 02

After the meeting, Bill realized she had only a limited time left to save the Heterocera continent as a whole, perhaps Our Second Lyfe itself. She paused to take a look at the moth temple through vintage binoculars on the pier outside the Mermaid Lounge just exited.

How to paint this thing and capture the true essence? she ponders again. 3-n-1. Mabel, Annie, herself. All painters trying to capture essences. All linked together, of course, in their failure to accomplish the deed so far. She thinks this, deep down, through her core avatar. Wheeler.

Unnoticed so far, a somewhat drunk Roger Pine Ridge observes Bill from the side of the lounge. Cyberpaperdoll has abandoned me here in this *swamp*, he reflects bitterly. I must talk to *someone* about it.

He debates whether to approach her. Decisions have always been hard for him.

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plans

Heidi Hunt Ives read to to him from their user’s Big Book of Synchronicity Interviews:

So how about “Foreign One” or “4orrin1”, then? To me, it naturally follows that “4orrin1” must be defined as something beyond a silver or gold tiling, and I chose the highly valuable metal platinum to name the process. “Head Trip”, although simpler, actually acts as the first true platinum synch that I concocted. It’s very simple, really: “HT” is two basically complete golden tilings woven together — tiles switched on and off between the two — to create something beyond each. In other words, it’s the tiling of 2 equivalent full movies mashed together in a back and forth manner. Back to your question then, Karl, “4orrin1” is kind of 4 gold tilings synched together, yes. But – – this is also very important — platinum tilings can contain not only a multitude of equivalent gold tilings within but also *silver* tilings. And to this, at the center of both “Head Trip” and “4orrin1” — and also “Billfork” — is one particular album apiece by the esteemed comedy group Firesign Theatre, dubbed the Beatles of Comedy at one point. Basically Pink Floyd handed off to Firesign Theatre in “Billfork”, which contains music and equivalent albums from both.

She closed the book and laid it back down on the Great Table. “This is why The Bill are so important to Piera because The Bill are Firesign Theatre, Man. Tin S. Man.”

“But we can’t talk about ‘4orrin1,'” he replied. “Nor ‘Head Trip’. Our user has tried that… and failed (SEE: ‘Paradox II: The Chancelling’).”

“We can limit ourselves to ‘Pumpkintwisters’, though. Tossing out the weak ‘Kansas City Life’, (it’s) the first synch combining 2 movie into 1, the first example of platinum in that way. The great 2-n-1. And that’s why we have brought you to Capitol City and put you up at a cheap but clean rental in the northeast part of the berg I found the other day by accident. Because inside you is lead Kinks Ray Davies, their main man by a, er, long shot. But he doesn’t have a big head about it, hehe. You know and freely admit that now.

“Yes. Interesting collage by the way.”


Gila 01

“The problem becomes: Who plays Zappa? If we extended our discussions to ‘Head Trip’ — which we won’t — *I* could play lead Monkees singer Davy Jones, since that’s *my* name.” He of course is featured in ‘Head’, the pop group’s trippy dippy hippy movie from the late 60s.”

“You as David Bowie, you mean. David Bowie’s given name was David Jones, which he changed because of the presence during his rise to fame of the already very famous Monkees singer.”

“Right. He did. *I* did.”


Boos 07

“And ‘Trip’?”

Heidi paused. “Zappa’s realm too, and a bigger one… but we cannot move into that dialog any deeper. We talk about ‘Pumpkintwisters’ and that is that. You fit in strongly there as the centre, Tin S. Man. Also ‘4orrin1’, but that’s even further away from the light, beyond ‘Head Trip’ even…”

“More complexity. Complexity stacked atop complexity.”

“It is the ultimate synch in ways, that and the parallel ‘1 Pink’, but it remains in pieces inside an shallow grave not of one peace. The whole must be collaged together still to (properly) fill the hole.” She paused, scratched her nose. “Yes, we will return to the Blue Feather for ‘Pumpkintwister’ discussion. I will work on the Zappa issue.” Heidi pulls out a pocket calendar. “How’s Friday the 26th for you? Sorry again about the location change. I didn’t realized that the intercontinental interwebs cables hadn’t been stretched between Corsica and Gaeta V yet. We remain in the Dark Ages here.”

“‘Tis Alright,” Tin S Man replies. “I’ve had enough of Capitol City and its bland and boorish manners anyway. Tronesisia… aww rats!!” He recoils from Heidi, unable to backtrack the slip.

“Tronesisia?? Did you say Tronesisia?? What’s Tronesisia got to do with this?” She gasps.

“You’re not *together* with Tronesisia are you? Du warst nicht mit ihr auf eine familiäre Art zusammen?”

Tin S. Man hung his head low. “Ja.”

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