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Pickle 01

“Let’s get this over with, Sandman.”

“What. Are you going to try to *eat* me again? Ant-man. Man who thinks he is an Ant.”

“I might,” the man who thinks he is an ant threatened.

“You know what will happen.”

“I do.” Ant-man knows he can’t go through with it. The pictures of the merged mess simply wouldn’t show up in the blog. Copyright infringement from the future. Santman cannot be born.

“Well… what then?”

“*You’re* the one who came all the way out here to find *me*. You tell me.”

“Right… forgot. Umm, we can merge in a different, um, way.”

“I don’t swing that way, Sandman,” Ant-man says with a slight chuckle.

“No not that.” But Sandman here contemplates it might be just that. He imagines himself leaning into Ant-man for a kiss, a sweet one and not using any tongue atall. Because there’s no telling what kind of tongue that ant-head holds. He doesn’t want to know! No, no lovers in this picture. Instead:

“Ant. Man. Man of Ant.”

“Yes?” Ant-man was waiting for *something*, but he knew a big thing was about to be revealed. Bigfoot big perhaps.

“My real name… is Pickle.” A rainbow butterfly flutters by at this point. Wonder where that came from. Perhaps the Wonder Years. Before the Fire Tree.

(to be continued)

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hilltoppers 01

Sally and Jack celebrate the establishment of their Phantom Hill Horse Farm only 3 week prior to Halloween by dancing amongst the breedable horses, the colorful blue mare in background also being named Sally, as it turns out. Accident?

No one else is allowed on that property or I would check further. But at least Sally will return from Phantom Hill back into the land of the living a bit later in our tales. A person or entity named Nugent might be involved, but not Ted. I don’t think.

I must tell the story of of how Sally and Jack met at a fancy dress ball sometime. That’s actually how they became the ghoulish figures you see strutting their stuff in the picture above. Costumes they are. Outfits for core avatars to wear and then discard, normally after the end of October.

Dr. Nugent Mouse looks down from his castle next door, considering how he created these 2 misfits and what went so right about something that should have gone so wrong. And I think his first name is Ted. Ted Mouse. Teddy.

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Apple’s Orchard 02

They were. And so was Bigfoot. The locals referred to it as Her Majesty, again for mysterious Xplicit reasons. In the winter when she became all snow covered, she was more often called a yeti. 12, up to 13 residents were lost each holiday season. Baker’s dozen; Baker never liked that kind of talk associated with his name. Because that meant he was the last one to blame, I mean, he was to blame for the last one, the thirteen. If only he’d been a better Christian as a boy. The Boy. And now he’s paying through the Dark Peak of 2. Twin Peaks. Just like Harrison Jett had. The real deal.

If only he knew what the bluebird chirped down at Blue Jay Bay he would be a head of the game.

(to be continued?)

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a ouija name

“You’re not listed.”

Waka Wajaka turns to face me. “I know.”

(*poof*)

A nearby green dot seemed to indicate he remained around, but I couldn’t re-find the guy.

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reverse microcosm

There were also people in town who used magic toys to attempt to tap into the positive energy of the Big Inside as opposed to the negative. Appropriately they all lived up on what’s colloquially called the “Good Side” of town, a plateau area closer to God without any darkness atall. The “bad” side, where SEAN “Green” Penn grew up, is down at the beach. Arnold Lane, now covered up with sand due to time, was known as the “Colored Section”, red green blue and bleached yellow beach houses in a row, occupants all practicing some kind of voodoo as far as the rest of the town supposed. “Where are they at the regular church gatherings on Sundays and Wednesdays?” Gloria Snippet a town gossiper might whisper to Betty Freeze at the local grocer on Tuesday or Thursday of the next week after last. “I don’t know why that Marsha Krakow hangs out with any of them.” “She must be *one* of them — secretly somehow,” returned Mrs. Freeze, late for a prayer meeting because of all the hot speculation going on between the two.

Ironically sand is “1” in the 3 hole toy golf town making up most of Dr. Thimblehook’s yard up in Good Side. You open up an oyster there, you get a gold pearl. Then “3” is where the voodoo style idols are found, not down at the beach, in the sand. They got that part right anyway.

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he is a good egg

Not great, not so-so. Good. Better than most of us.

The Tall Walk is temporarily obscured.

He needs to rest for the night.

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Blue Mountain

“It’s *glorious* in here, Col. Bucket.” She splashes some water in happiness. “Come on in!”

“I — can’t get  — this *bucket* off,” the smaller person in the 90 room complains, yanking with all her might.

“Oh come in anyway. It’ll get a little soggy — so what? It’ll fall off naturally then.” Blue Feather was adamant. Col. Bucket must join her!

“You don’t understand, Blue Feather. That *is* your name? Right?”

“Yeees. You know my name, Col. We’re related.”

“We are?” Her voice was muffled by the bucket, but still strong and youthful. They were indeed related. “How?”

“You are my cousin.”

“Hmm,” Col. instantly responded, not surprised. “I think everyone is everyone else’s cousin to some degree — I — I — read that.” She remembers her primary task and begins yanking again. The bucket must come off! She must see straight once more!

“Here.” Blue Feather rises out of the water, but becomes instantly dry. She goes over, and in another instant, removes the bucket easily from the Col.’s head.

But, trouble is, the Col. disappears with the action. We’ll see her again soon, though.

Blue Feather cusses, complaining that she’s lost another one.

She leans down and begins to fill up the bucket again.

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redtop

She was having that dream where she was looking everywhere for the correct script. Under the coke machine? Not there.

Heading down from here.

Sewers, eww! The underbelly of society itself. The discarded, the disorganized. They can go to Sh-t Hell for all she cares. Up again.

And up again.

Doors open. Her mother giving birth to her. Top of the head appears. No red hair atall. She quickly hits close.

She was looking for her father to speak to him in heaven, for surely that’s where he is. Being a martyr to the cause and all. But there was no door to heaven on this elevator. Only the red place.

She had missed the portal. At the end of the sewer where you have to wade through the most sh-t to get to. The highest is found in the lowest.

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All Hail the Pumpkin King?

Center. 128/128: Rhodenwald. Roads Rhoads Rhodes. LIVES (2nd and 1st). Black Man… Men. Central Pumpkin.

“Pipersville,” Hucka Doobie chipped in.

“Pipersville,” Baker Bloch reinforced from the corner.

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greener pastures 03

Bland Street now, thinks Craighead Phillips Option 02 while walking past an auto repair shop. Not Bland Road any more. But what’s wrong with that sign? All squiggly and stuff. Melted somehow? Better keep walking and not linger, though. It is what it is. Crazy world over here.

I have no reflection! he suddenly realized. Not real in this realm. But somehow: still real. He keeps moving forward.

He decides to ask someone else to check the first source. “Excuse me, sir? Am I on the right street to get to the center of town?”

“Stay away from me,” the man getting in his car barked. “No cash. No cash!”

Craighead Phillips Option 02 wisely moves on without an answer.

—–

I’m not even going to ask this woman where I am, he thinks. I can tell by the look in her eyes she’s not going to help, pheh. Stupid world.

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