Should we be looking in the past? Scenes from *birth*? Or perhaps the event that caused the birth in the first place, the starting point of it all, hence the “rooster”. Crossing the road indeed separating the two sexes, rough and fair. I think we’re going somewhere with this. Back to PA? We’ll see.
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“There! There’s where we have to head next, me and the boys.”
“OK, Dr., I’m going to have to stop you there, draw a line. That’s a private residence. Nothing to do with the Missouri Mystery Motel or any other anomaly tied to that Show-Me state.”
“You are denying the power of the CENTER?”
“In this case, yeah.”
“So you’re admitting it *is* a case.”
“Um, no. Not what I meant.”
“You already said it. Can’t take back.”
“Just… leave those poor people alone. They’ve had enough trouble with the rabid fans of ADC never mind your small band of kookies. Who’s left among them? The Ogle brothers?”
“Yeah,” he admitted. But they’re loyal. And they’re cheap. Work for free, actually. I can’t do *everything*.”
“You pay them with snapshots.”
“Like I said: free.” TBC?
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The Mother this time. On the opposite side of the Pineapple.
“Welcome home, Sonny, ” she said again.
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I kick the can further down the road, see R Y B “Goth” aliens riding atop a green UFO picking up not a basketball but a man, it appears. Beamed. Jack Beamed. Father we can assume.
The buck stops there, end of a (red) line, end of a life. The green man removes his head to pay respects. Zappa was not to be engaged for the great uncle and his great nephew during this time, so is gray hidden behind green. Never mind that’s actually Ringo Starr standing in for Frank Zappa from “200 Motels”. One and the same (again).
A miniature Baker Bloch looks at 7 stones piled one on top of one on top of one, expanded from an original four. Tiny red and blue animated robots are stuck on either side, unable to approach each other and become one. Dixie.
Let’s begin again. Hands…
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Entering a Population Place…
… called yatt if you didn’t know any better. 319 people according to this sign. Relevant too.
Central church hadn’t changed/fixed its sign (“JESUS S ALIVE AND WELL”)…
… in at least a year and a half. Another missing letter, like from *W*yatt.
Basketball at head of pool across st. from this church *has* been picked up (“changed/fixed”) in the intervening year and a half.
Hmm, picked up basketball representing head along side of street again…
Let’s see where this takes us next!
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No, not Gemilly Niceniece dominating the icy scene we’ve already seen walking across a different planet in post one of this here newest photo-novel, 49 in a series of infinity (infinity?). Instead: the background “figure”, peering over rocks it appears. A silhouette once more but small, more submissive and open to interpretation. Is it a man, a person? Or… something else. I’d personally give it about a 50-50 chance either way in the present.
I’m reminded somehow of this from photo-novel 36 — yet more Kentucky, hmm.
And I’ve seen the “illusion” before while walking around these number of planets through this particular BD, 7 hours and 7 minutes and 11 seconds long it is. And this coming exactly at the end of the 55 minutes and 14 seconds Schrodinger III section of the video. We’ll see how it develops moving forward (and forward (and forward)).
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He was in the cemetery again or perhaps just outside, Linden-Linwood-Lime all arranged around an edge that =s the county of Genesee in the state of New York in the country of Our US of A. “A linden in England is called a lime,” he recites again while standing amongst the limbs of the small tree, his head dangling there like a low hanging yellow-ish or green-ish fruit or something. Primed for a fall if he didn’t watch out.
(It was) an old mantra dating from his days as a Greta Gaeta bartender in what I dubbed the sim of Clemscott but is really, actually, just Clewis in a name change I can’t even recall the rationale for now, more (heretical) mythology imposing on HIS (Our Second Lyfe) reality. “Who was that shadowy figure?” he also said at the time about the African-American boy who left the overgrown lime on his bar counter and then mysteriously disappeared down the stairs never to be seen again by him until the Omega times.
He also remembers a monk entering the sim of Rookwood — true name this time — looking for the place he would be buried among all the dense growth of linden trees and plants, perhaps representing the burial of Linden Lab created Our Second Lyfe itself. Right now it is in its “gracefully aging” stage.
Moreover, in the top photo of the present post we’ve returned to another cemetery in Virginia like this one. More Lime.
Parallel stones.
Careful, Philip Linden. Careful. Avoid the trap of Vertigo; don’t fall in quite yet. We need you still. All of us, the Bakers, Wheeler, all the core figures. Don’t go right now. Wait a spell. Your time has not yet come. Hang in there baby, etc. TBC
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“Get out the shot, honey. I’m trying to take a picture of that ghoul in the cemetery over there!”
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“My people were tough on crime. And they didn’t tolerate breaking the law either. We grew up in the shadow of a mountain that began with Wee-Wee. My mother, when we moved over here to the states in ’79, said to be proud of the name and where we came from. But I was embarrassed, always called it the alternate name of Onigbaporo however tongue-twisty and unmemorable that was to the white people of our new land. But when I found Pee Pee Creek over on the west side of Rodentia and its crazy cemetery and its baffling preacher church I knew I had also found a home again in this world of Our Second Lyfe. My mother was priestess before in the “Wee-wee” place we came from and now I became quote unquote priestess in the Pee Pee place, as male and female polarities also switched positions there. It all made some kind of beautiful, circular loop.”
I studied the photo she held in her hand, looked at the flat headed statue of her mother in the center square the townspeople chose to erect before they left, a permanent tribute to her famous presence in their small Nigerian burg. Then I looked up from the photo at Daisy’s flat hair, the perpetually shaving razor held by a ghostly, hovering hand next to it. I started to understand the dynamics involved. But there was still the explanation of her non-colored father remaining. Non, hmm, I pondered. Could that be the reason for the obsession with creating the perfect, non-alcoholic brew? Turns out this was so… partially. TBC
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When I beamed down to Green Thumb Rd. the sign instead indicated a Green Thumb *St.* And we were in the wrong state for the location. Should have been (next to Hills Hill and Dr. Tom’s Park in) Arkansas. And I noticed a number of queer doublings when tracking around the overall village in Street View, this Burna of western Kentucky. Or was in Burirna? See what I mean?
House with double peaked porch next door to this service station with the doubled up letters in its name. Related to the 90 degree turning porch of Fieldon IL from section 01 of this here blog-novel, 48 in some kind of seemingly never ending series?
And from the same area: Is it Jamieson like the hill or Jameson like the road and other cemetery in the immediate vicinity?
Hard to tell from the sign once more.
Or perhaps the extra vowel — ‘i” again after all — is actually pointing back to Starfield’s Jemison planet from a couple of posts ago.
At any rate, better get back there; do some more digging around (TBC).
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Sunklands 
