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00490608 (following the white rabbit (end of cinema))
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0610, California, New York
00490607
Heavily pink clad Murdoc bursts into the emergency room, revealing himself as the savior. It took a while for the other band members to catch on but eventually they fell in line 1-2-3-4, as he knew they would. The Last Cult took form from that moment on, 4 down to 1 actually, backwards from what would be assumed. Murdoc was the Omega who had become the Alpha as end meets up with beginning again, bad tendencies transformed. Or so they thought.
But soon he was back to his old ways, spying on scantily blue clad neighbor Moon Flower through binoculars at their new, suspiciously cheap Silver Lake digs. He had to have her. This was his *dream* girl.
Ultimately — laying down all the cards — she passed him the choker “Under the Silver Lake”. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0607, California
00490606
He broke away from her all knowing all seeing eyes, understanding more. Something was wrong, something was off. Sherwood *can’t* be first, since he is the youngest and hadn’t grown up enough yet to play the drums properly in the band. “Paper” *can’t* be second because Sherwood is too young to begin, and so on. Then it hit him. Things were playing out *backwards* from the red book he holds in his hands. Biff Carter — himself — came first. The manager to begin; he started everything. Then Scissorrun© — the band had several names before that, even. Yes, he’s remembering them now. And then “Paper,” their signature tune and their only “hit” to date, was 3rd. Then and only then came Sherwood, who had finally aged enough to join the group. 4-3-2-1 from the book instead of 1-2-3-4. Reading it that way everything fell into place. “Sherwood the rock solid drummer is last,” he began to reveal these thoughts back to Jennifer.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0606, Jeogeot, Pennsylvania, Rodentia 02
00490604
Oh Jesus, he thinks, checking through the 2-way mirror on who opened the creaking door this time. Someone on the list for a change (!). And John on the john, unable to help me right now. Don’t dare yell over at him to hurry things up, he thinks; people next door might hear. Peter Oesso runs up to camera 03, quickly turns it around. BMK wants all angles so she can transform the video from 2-D to 3-D! Can’t screw this up. On cue, important person #5 on the list, back to the mirror, roughly pushes important person #4 onto the bed in front of him. Peter’s already noted she wears a green turtleneck sweater to go along with grey dress pants, indicating who she is. The man in contrast wears a grimy white tank top and faded holey jeans — working man, he’s guessing, perhaps on a break from the nearby factory given the time (noon-1 PM). Poor and rich, he’s determined; contrast of class. But also on the list. Blue Moon called them the turtle and the hare and said that he’d know them by her neck. The man starts berating her about coming too soon the last time and then climbs on the bed on top of her and proceeds to CHOKE her by that very neck. Should Peter intervene? Is this just part of the sex? Choke choke choke… oh god. Dead on the bed. DEAD… ON THE BED. #5 leaves the room, as if his job is done. Doesn’t try to dispose of the body or anything. Just: gone. Creaky door opens then shuts. Oh my gods, thinks Peter. Now *we’ll* have to dispose of the body? Is that… really why we’re here??? He understandably is terrorized, but just then, stirs from the bed. #4 is alive! he thinks. This must have all been part of the act, PHEW. After a minute to recover it seems, she gets up off the bed and approaches the window just as Blue Moon did before. She folds down the green sweater from her neck after removing some kind of pin, and unclasps a silver band from it, a silver choker if you will. Protection from the choking! Peter thinks. Ahh, this *is* an act. She proceeds to pass it to Peter THROUGH THE MIRROR.
At this moment, John finally exits the bathroom but Peter quickly hides the choker just given to him behind his back. Person #4: gone as well now from room #5, as if by magic, no creaky door noises indicating opening and closing. “What was all that commotion out here?” he questioned.
“Oh nothing, just tipped over in my chair.” It was the best Peter could think of. Would it work?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0604, California, Heartsdale+, Missouri
00490602
I had a dream about my brother last night. Woke him up to fix a physical problem that was presently imperiling me. Battery (car?) bubbling over on my clothes while I was holding it. Good chance I’d get acid burns on at least my stomach. He woke as I prodded him, slowly, like he’d already been awake and was just pretending to sleep. Best I can explain the queer expression. And the queerness continued. He took the battery — reluctantly, I must add, like he didn’t really want to help, I understood. He wacked or manipulated it somehow with his hands and it miraculously changed shapes; bent inwards. I wanted to protest that he shouldn’t handle it that way and that his hands would get acid burns too. But I trusted he knew what he was doing, being the mechanical *savant* he was. He may have fixed it, he may not have — can’t recall, and maybe that wasn’t the point. The overall tone of the dream is that he resented me for rousing him which indicated a deeper disconnect.
In terms of my nightly Starfield journey — viewed just before I went back to bed and had the dream — I’m up to hour 5 again in the 7+ hour video. Queerly again, I found a five (number) during this hour on the side of a rocky hill and picked up on the resonance. Hopefully you can see what Gemilly Niceniece is staring at here on the Nesoi planet. This *could* get captured in a snapshot. Like the word JAX and a handful of others before it. Most phenomena I’ve seen like this aren’t repeatable but not all, then. What “they” want you out there to see, we could speculate.
I have a feeling that the brother has merged with the father like Starfield’s Raphael with Sampson in photo-novel 48 before this one, steadily staring out at me beyond the screen as one. Foreshadowing we can call it. And of course it works from both sides. We both decide to part ways with each other, understanding that this *has* to be resolved down the line somewhere. Perhaps on a different planet from Earth altogether? Maybe even 1 of these 7? Wouldn’t that be just the weirdest? Deeep rabbit hole. But for now, more on the surface. Need to procure the proper rope, grappling hook, so on. We agree to at least this “future” rendezvous, and, really, we have no choice. Not in the Big Picture. (TBC)
00490601
He was finally fading from me, this influence of the brother of mine. Not even brother of arms. Slowly, from Xmas forward, he went away. I had decided. No saving.
But the planets, I protested, trying to continue a link from my end. No answer. Only Starfield remains between us. Gemilly Niceniece. We must continue walking through the 7 planets in her shoes, being, in order, Schrodinger VIIIa, Jemison, Freya III, Cassiopeia I, Schrodinger III, Nesoi, and Hyla II. 7 Earth-like planets for 7+ hours of video fun and excitement and study. I have seen things in the grass, rocks, and bushes. Peculiar stuff which I can’t for the life of me recreate. Singular events, then. Unrepeatable elements existing only within and not without.
As the cyclical journey stands now, we have returned to Jemison. Where it all began.
“Welcome back,” said Clyde the Herding Cutterhead while passing by her a little later, a ritual by now. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0601, Cassiopeia I, Freya III, Jemison, Nesoi, Schrodinger III, Schrodinger VIIIa, Starfield
00480616 (hands a blazing)
“I know how to beat Mouse’s high score and get away from the fire of Little Hell for good, Frank. Red car!”
“And *I* know how to beat the difficult score before me too, Philip my oft times housemate. Red note to also constantly remind me of middle!”
PLAY.
And hoped for, 2nd, even more oft times housemate Daisy makes 3. Er, make that *5*.
END OF “SUNKLANDS 2025 LATER”!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0616, Frank's Moving Castle, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00480615
“I- don’t know where I am!!”
“Wait a minute. Yes… yes I this I *do* know where this must be,” Mouse rectifies as his head stops spinning around an unknown center and the earth moves up to meet his feet, giving him balance on the perch above the trees. True earth, and not that fake crud up down sideways in Our Second Lyfe. “Bill,” he says, looking down. “This must be Bill again, a, um, reduction from the mountain in Maine. As, yes, mass turns into energy for locomotion… across the landscape. I *remember*.”
—–
“I forgot to tell you — I got a postcard from Mouse today,” Frank says after he puts his hands on the planchette to begin. “Turns outs he’s in Vermont, not New Hampshire.”
“Interesting. Okay… back to the game.” Philip also touches the planchette from his side, which then rather quickly spells out OLD ZIRCON. The self described phased-out Byzantine devil ends up giving them the answers they both need and desire. tbc
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0615, Frank's Moving Castle, Jeogeot, Maine, Nawt Vaya+, New Hampshire, NVFS, Vermont
