—–
“Well… there they are. Martian boos in equal parts black and white, amassing above poor little Tungaske from the east, buildings seemingly numbered for conquest purposes. City limits threatened to become cemetery limits; no one left to live here.
“Only the west can save them, switching dawn to dusk. Bigfoot.”
And so it went down in the small Canadian hamlet. Artists, thank gods for artists.
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“I can’t believe that worked! I CAN’T be-lieve that WORKED!! Ahh hahahahahahaha!!! Trapped in the STONE he is, back at that cursed woodwinded place. My replacement HO! Suck-aaaaaaaaaahhh!!!” Roger Pine Ridge does a little jig on the spot, then approaches the big painted rock, lights a fag located conveniently (along with a lighter) in his pants pocket, draws deep, and then blows a prolonged stream of smoke right in HER face. The cursed astronaut who set all this in motion in the first place. “WHIT-SOOOON,” he spat out, satisfied to no end with the tobacco and the revenge.
Sounds behind him. He turns.
“MARTY!!! Where you been???” He was holding a woodwind thus still Paul, still dead. TBC?
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“Iowa??” Daniel eyes the red car wall decor mounted above Father Fecked sitting at the counter, knows where this is heading. Iowa?? he says to himself this time.
“Mountain in the Air,” Newt metes out. Knew he was going to say that, Daniel thinks. Roger Pine Ridge. Or was it Marty?
Turns out it was both.
——
“Roger Pine Ridge is sick on Pill. That malady is spreading throughout the state, maybe something to do with the corn I don’t know.”
“Or Hy-Vee in particular,” spouts Daniel, proud of his addition.
“Okay, *corn* in Hy-Vee, let’s say.”
“Alright.” Always has to one up me, Daniel thinks here.
“But patient 01 — or I suppose patient 00 is the way they put it…”
“Yeah?”
“Roger Pine Ridge.”
“Yeah I remember him from the blog. *And* the attached photo-novels.” Always have to tack that on after mention of the precious blog, Daniel thinks, or else Newt *could* get upset. Doesn’t always happen but he doesn’t want to take the chance. Gotta get to the bottom of this tonight. As in: bottom of the state.
“Right,” says Newt. “So he can’t sit in front of the Beaconsfield Hy-Vee, um, building, the original location. Can’t wait for Marty any longer.”
“I see.” Indeed he did. More than he wanted to let on. You see, his memory is excellent and he recalls what happened to Roger Pine Ridge at this location in the blog. “You’re… putting me in a place similar to the castle,” he reveals what he’s gleaned. “Wooden. So wooden I can’t smoke there either. And (he turns toward the 4th wall, looks for a camera), all because of a laugh? At my expense?”
“There’s the wind too,” Newt doubles down on the laughs. “You can’t smoke because of that either. Wood and wind.”
“*Great*, THANKS.”
“Have you packed your bags?” Newt asks, understanding time doesn’t exist here, not in Cedar Creek, not in Nawt Vaya either, anywhere in Our Second Lyfe. Maybe not even in Iowa.
“No. I mean: yes; what the heck: yes. I’m packed. I’m ready to go. Am… I already there?”
“Yes.” TBC?
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We return end to beginning again, Omega to Alpha style. What to me is obviously the quintessential Google Street View car (get back to that soon) ends up perched on top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris after a long long journey through many many lands, mission fulfilled.
Final resting spot acquired, its quintessential driver who is also a shooter now has time to reflect on what they’ve been through, Old Sweetback in Concrete WA being perhaps the last victim, the quintessential thing being shot at, the illusive Bigfoot found, the Holy Grail of Earthly mysteries. No need to go on.
But then I find out that the Omega continent of Our Second Lyfe is slated to be completed after 17 years, its missing southeast corner filled in at long long last. This happens to be where I began my Google Street View related posts in these here photo-novels. Utah.
So let’s get that car back on the streets again. Approach from the west this time to highlight the mirroring aspect of the involved 14.5 mile Francis-Marion circle, Samak > Kamas.
Right on the line we are (!). Wasn’t planned that way.
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This is *wrong*. So wrong that I almost skipped over it. Frank’s Moving Castle. AI!
Let’s start over again, then…
Under The Silver Lake.
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“It’s not 3 X’s in a row, Hucka. It’s 3 bunnies. Happy belated Easter btw!”
“Thank you. Are we ready to talk about Concrete?”
“The gallery, you mean. And not the WA town.”
“Correct. Should you start or me?”
—–
“Father Fecked was pointing with his possessed cane to end photo-novel 49. But he wasn’t really pointing at the Anton pin stuck in the Anson sim below Nautilus Island. He was pointing to the future, to ‘The Point of It All.’ Thus the name. We can recreate the scene in the present by looking head on at the wall separating the two and seeing both sides. See?”
“Interesting, Hucka D. Strong start for you. So… you mean he was, um, pointing to the side of the VWX Detective Agency building and not necessarily at what’s inside.”
“Both in one. But: correct again. Just on the other side of the wall from him. In the future, when the Concrete gallery was actually formed in 50 and the collage was hung there on the side of Petty’s detective agency. That’s why Petty stated he knew where to place the time machine. He was standing in it (!).
“We can even pull him directly forward through the (detective agency’s) wall, see where he’s positioned in respect to the collage. What’s he staring at now? A crime! Vandal, just like the policeman assigned to the town is distracted from by the passing pretty lady. Pretty can solve it, I mean, Petty. Petty crime too, perhaps. And that’s just one meaning. He *knew* where to place the time machine,” Hucka D. reinforces. “And as I’m sure you’ll notice, Petty is inside the collage too, magnifying glass in hand. He studies monsters.”
https://bakerbloch.com/2017/05/12/53217/
Baker’s turn. Baker turns…
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“Good. Good good good! I feel *rejuvenated*.” But it was the excitedly pointing cane talking this time, ha.
We downloaded an image of the liner notes from the source DVD this newest cane appeared in the exact center of — “Barkley’s Barnyard Critters: Mystery Tail” — and put it on a prim for closer inspection. “There, *there*. That’s me (*SWIG*)!
“Rudy the cane!” he named himself as his master (servant?) continued to drink. Ventriloquist!
“It says ‘Ru’y,'” I say back, just going along for the ride, the adventure. “With an apostrophe.” But then I realized the “D” was simply erased for some reason. Trying to bury the message deeper?
“I *hate* Snakeworthy Price,” he issued, remembering that bit as well.
As Frank hovering beside him somewhere, I also realized that the Old Sweetback character pictured just above Rudy with arms folded behind his head had recently appeared in my photo-novel here, 50th in number (so many!). Concrete WA’s MIB (Man in Brown), face obscured again. Wi-erd.
The plank is the cane! I also realized, moving my attention to the car. TBC
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Just later:
“Given XXX Dream right before this on Main Street, don’t you think Bear Square just across the road from Red Square Head Woman equals Bare Square, as in baring it all?”
“Could be, Mouse. Can I call you Mouse?”
“Dr., please.”
“Alright, Mouse.”
“Father, then.”
“Father,” I acquiesced. Didn’t want to get in a row this early in the morning. 11:25. Better head back in the woods!
“This is the start of it all. Red Square. As in *highlighted*!” This mention made my row alert go even higher as I knew that one thing could lead to another and another until it’s out of control like a Baker’s Dozen, never mind the interval remaining at zero. I couldn’t take the chance.
“W-what about the plank of wood sticking out either side of his car?” I try to divert the build up. “Balancing act? Michael Kane?”
He peered at me through half dead eyes, as if his batteries had just run out or a fuse had been blown. How long could he hold on at this advanced stage? Constantly flying to the moon in his Jim Beamed UFO. Jack Daniels; whatever. And *is* this actually Mouse? is always a question that is swirling around my head these days, the good Dr. himself returned, what is it, *two* times now? The cane makes the man — that’s what he told me. Doesn’t matter as much about the body, apparently.
Picture to end, with him sitting in his seat, *his* seat, before the single video feed we still have in the castle. Gotta get to work on acquiring a second for sure now that everyone has come back, Philip Strevor included, maybe even his girlfriend Nada. Right next door, though, since Mouse, er, Father occupies the lower bedroom. Right – next – door. That can’t be long term either. Philip or Father Fecked here, one or the other, must go. Daisy totally agrees.
New, significant center spotted? Who knows with this one. Could just be the liquor speaking again.
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“FrankLYNN!!!”
Yes, he was back. Kind of.
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MIB (Man In Brown)…
… posing/showing himself
XXX dream
people don’t want to see
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Sunklands 