Category Archives: 0316
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
00470316 (course reversed)
Grassy Noll stares at the giant statue and wonders: Is it about the Faune? Really? After all, Spongeberg is a *destroyer* not a creator. His very nature, his very essence in essence. The old Christ the Redeemer statue he worshipped up on the beige (read: yellow) ridge should be down not up. Conversely the Faune here is down on Green not up. Everything is Bass Ackwards. His 12 x 12 Atom *should* destroy, hmm. Or be destroyed.
“Why do you keep staring at that thing, Grass?” asks his friend from the couch of his Route 14 apartment, or just off of.
“Oh. Just thinking what might have been.”
Silicon Soul Church… Siliconicus. Yellow not green.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0047, 0316, Lower Austra, Nautilus
00460316 (reversed course)
Charlene saw her coming up from Downtown and recognized her — like Wolvie before — from that maid cleaning video also available in Emily’s store. Despite the different hair. What gives?? she thinks, and stops in her tracks to find out as best she could.
“Wheeler, I gather,” she began. “The new town mayor.”
“Charlene The Punk,” said Wheeler, also guessing the identity of the person before her. Not a video this time, but print. She spotted the blue fingers left by the Ball.
“Where are you going?”
“What do you mean? I’m coming to see you.”
“I *mean*, the town meeting is in 15 minutes — I didn’t mean, come see me now, pheh. I was heading there myself. *You’re* suppose to be the leader of the thing. Not a new town name this time like for the first, but perhaps something even more important. And directly following up on the first.”
“Weelll?” said expectant Wheeler after a significant enough pause. Stop with the danglings and parts 01 of 02 and the to-be-continued and shite, she thinks. Then she spotted other Downtowners moving Uptown too, understood that Charlene was telling truth.
“Just follow me,” Charlene said, and proceeded past Wheeler. “I’ll take control,” she hurled back. “*Maid*.” A now completely floored Wheeler didn’t think she had any choice; Charlene knew too much. And Wolvie! She picks herself up off the slanted Midtown pavement and moves back toward Uptown’s Town or City Hall like all the rest.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0316, Jeogeot, The Burg+
00450316
I was walking past the three monks worshipping at a shrine in front of a pretty pink blossoming tree when I saw the TILE umbrella in the distance. I began to wonder: was *that* what they’re really worshipping? They were pointed the right way for it. Maybe the shrine and the tree were there just to guide our eye in the right direction.
I walked up under the umbrella and saw the 4 colors on the opposite side emerge from below. The anti-jewels (!) I think. The ones provided by what Bill Giant calls the system. Better get back to completing my side of the deal, then. Back to “Frank’s Moving Mtn.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0045, 0316, C2077, Kabusie
00430316
I occasionally come here to walk, almost always at night and most often in the rain when less people were around. Like tonight. As David Bowie following in the footsteps of John Lennon well knew, fame certainly comes with a price. No more anonymity, especially in my former hood.
Many things had changed since the 2 years I’d been gone. The old Hands On Car Wash behind Aunt Jen’s where I lost my cherished spool table was now the Crown Car Wash, taken over by big corp.
Fern’s old Foreign and Domestic car parts place across the street from it had been bought out by a neighboring business dealing with electronic circuits.
But Fern herself was still in the area; had herself bought a failing Crucial Fix Jamaican coffee shop nearby and turned it into a self named cafe, no possessive form this time. Just plain Fern — actually The Fern as I’m thinking of it. Drove by it during the day already…
… but try as I might, I couldn’t find it now in the dark and the driving rain.
Once found, I planned to spend time there with the smartest person I knew, black white or any other color. Except maybe for Stinch’s uncle’s cousin up in Grapeshot who could sell bacon to a policeman, ha. Fern’s a mentor for sure.
10:43. Better get back to the “mansion” and pick which of my 7 king size beds I’m going to sleep in tonight and pick one of those Red books to fall asleep by. Author a guy with Mars in his name — go figure. J. Marston. Could be John, could be Jack. But probably Jack, the son. I’m on chapter 4 now: ‘How to Deliver a Foal’. Fascinating reading; getting sleepy just thinking about it. Here’s my turn.
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0043, 0316, GTA, RDR2
00420316 (two straight shooters)
After he improbably made one himself (he didn’t have his glasses on for one thing) he went up to the board to take a closer look at the resulting hole. For a brief moment, he went “inside.”
“Ah, I think I see what you mean about the bullsear, Dragon. I think I see what you mean, heh.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0042, 0316, collages 2d, Falmouth, GTA, Washington
stages
I awoke before the High Priestess of Atlantis an energy being, free of form unless you count Static. She paced on the small stage above me, the highest of 3 tiers. A vibrating Chlandi plate was immediately before my eyes. “You can come over here and fall like the crystal below,” she said in a bold, echoey voice, left foot currently dangling off the top ledge, her walking space…
“*Or*… you can join me over here in the unfallen zone.” She had paced to the back corner, hands steady inside her robe instead of moving about.
Tennesse or Kentucky, I understood, as she reassumed a front and center position, mirroring my own. I knew where to head next.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0041, 0316, Cass City+, Maebaleia/Satori
00400316
At 11, Ketchup Tom came a knocking at the door. Serenity Lane crept in from the opposite direction while he did, wondering why the punk was here as well. Sleepy Eddie rouses himself, steps over still snoozing Dogg by the bed, answers the door. But there was nobody there. It was all because of what was spoken by Marsha and, er, Bethany, um, Ginger — Mrs. Ordinary — at the tiny cafe just across the Big Channel. Because they were figuring out stuff, enough to cause ghost realities to suddenly rez in, probabilities to come into the light which didn’t exist before. Ketchup and Serenity showing up at Marsha’s door at the same time. They had the same goal in mind was the symbolism. And Eddie was in the middle which was unfortunately in the way. But they didn’t get the chance to tell Eddie since the probable reality evaporated when Mrs. Ordinary paid the expensive bill, rum not being cheap in these here parts. Things like this happen more than you realize, folks. It’s all in the books. Eddie goes back to bed, writing off the knocks as part of a dream. A different kind of sleep, then, he’s in.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, Bellisaria, 0316, Sandfly, 0040
Sunklands 