A car can be both red and green at once. Like this object beyond The Straight (Reality) leading to The Straight (Virtual).
It’s just a symbol, a sign. But one of many.
It’s time to wake up Morris again. We have time now.
Category Archives: **VIRTUAL OT
Christmas
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0021, 0203, Google Street View, Omega, The Cross, The Straight, Utah
crooked
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Philip Strevor was his own boss for a while but that changed when he entered the Red Room and met Casey One Hole, the bastard. From then on, he worked for him; boss no more. Instead he was a grunt man, bullying underlings and upward mobile wannabes. Like Whatammys except transparent. Sammy Whatammy, aka Miss Raincoat, waited in the waiting room to be seen next by Philip. Then it was Yoko Ona (upward mobile wannabe) and then Zapppa (underling). The place was still heavily bugged.
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“Never mind the sign,” he made the obligatory apology to start. “I’m not the boss any more. *He* is. He calls the shots, sometimes golf shots, sometimes other kinds of shots, if you know what I mean.” He stared at Miss Raincoat/Sammy Whatammy, expecting an answer. “Do you *know*… what I *mean*?” he repeated more sinisterly, as was appropriate at this juncture. He’d seen it happen. He didn’t want to see someone face that kind of music again. Pizza!
“I testified just like [delete name] wanted me to. I said all the words I was suppose to say.” She repeated some of the words here: “Underwater. Sinky. Blub blub blub. Just like [delete name] told me.”
“Why can’t you say [delete name]?”
“[Delete] what?”
“The name of our (actual) boss. [Delete name]. Dang! Now I’m doing it too. Must be [delete word].”
“[Delete name][delete word] is obviously [delete word][delete name]. Reversed.”
“*That* bloodied vampire? That imbecile? Impossible.”
“I believe [delete word].”
“*He’s* Casey One Hole? Played by ever method actor Tom Casey? Dang!”
(to be continued?)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0020, 0613, Google Street View, Heterocera, Iris, Missouri
giants
History tries to snap the correct placement of Schubert within but Beethoven always gets in the way.
In the other direction, Brahms overshadows Strauss.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, *REALITY, 0020, 0301, Europe, Google Street View
Corsican Collagesity 05
He was in the cemetery again, neither Phillip nor Lime but *both*. Or in-between. “A linden in England is called a lime,” he recalls from his days as a Gaeta bartender. He also remembers “Rookwood”.
He is buried here. He imagines being within the grave, staring up.
He resists the urge to smoke even though it no longer matters now.
He spirals inside the grave to a different place altogether. He has Vertigo but it doesn’t drive him crazy. Instead: sane.
He is in his own world now, at his own Hills dividing Maebaleia aka Satori into 2 parts, North and South. He *created* this. But then another comes in and tries to take it over. He remembers more from the bar: philosophical discussions about a cubic moon of Our Second Lyfe, and even a Moon of the Moon where avatars are shrunk down greatly from normal size to accommodate the small space. Space. Corners. Cube. Furthest corners of Space. The Moon is relatively close. Far out.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0019, 0705, Google Street View, Virginia
Black Elephant
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Complete loss of red. Black Elephant confronted full on.
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“I know what you are. I know why I’m here!”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0019, 0509, Corsica, Google Street View, Michigan, Storybrook-
Peters’ town 02
Certain Death?
Baw Beese L., source of St. Joseph River Lake Michigan, helps change Osseo to safer Oesso. Think Possom to Opossum once more.
“Thanks!”
The “Endless Window” collage changes accordingly.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0019, 0507, Google Street View, Michigan
Peters’ town
When Oesso, Osseo, and Esso get all smushed together, this happens. I think it is a *sign* to probe further. Let’s move inside…
“welcoming” lozenge
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A church with double red doors. Sounds familiar.
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I believe that’s an elephant over there at that fork in the cement almost across the street. Sure of it, actually.
The red truck seen at the entrance sign has just managed to turn onto the main highway. Red is going away in both cases as the double red church doors become irresolute as well. Elephant is at its peak.
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In the next shot where the elephant also becomes less distinct, both reds are gone.
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There is a possibility for more here.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0019, 0506, Google Street View, Michigan
Harvey
One day he came here and his beloved giant live oak tree had simply vanished in thin air. “I’ve had enough of this place,” Jer Left Horn muttered to himself. “Fran is too young and Cloe is too unavailable. Time for me to report back to Mother. The caves got my brother plain and simple. He will never be found the right way in.”
Time to look the wrong way; the only one left. Somewhere else than End of Time.”
“He’s given up on End of Time, Hucka Doobie. I’m not so sure.”
She stares over at the white rabbit merrily munching on a carrot. “Me neither.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0017, 0606, End of Time+, Google Street View, Ohio
one off
A door shut.
Then a few feet later: open.
He *is* the door.
We must ask the shiny white mower man behind the Lakeland sign: what next?
Or perhaps Mr. Cooley who lives on Copley will do.
https://rehold.com/Akron+OH/COPLEY+RD/1907
Cat pole star
He was in a totally different dream place this time where everyone seemed to speak Chinese. He understood enough (somehow) to know that his mission was to retrieve something from that eye filled alley back there behind the soup restaurant here.
“Patriotic Soup Store closing in 5 mister. You’ll have to finish your food and go.” Herbert Gold looked at the squat cook standing on a high platform to stir his vat of soup. From the tone of his voice and then the aftermath stare, Herbert gathered he’d have to leave.
He then studied the big bowl of P-soup in front of him, realizing he’d never be able to polish it off — hadn’t even actually touched it, in fact. “You can have this back,” he then offered, pushing the bowl across the counter. The cook shook his head, seemingly in non-understanding but then uttering, in perfect English: “No refunds,” surprising him.
Herbert was about to protest that he didn’t want any money for the soup and that he just hated to waste such a goodly amount of food — a byproduct of growing up in tough Bennington Square — when a noise of something falling occurred behind him, drawing his attention to the end game of his current dream. When turning around after *seeing* nothing, he noticed the VHS tape beside him on the counter. The part of the title that he could read on its edge was, “(with) Other Other”. He realized *this* was what he was suppose to eye-ball here. Not something back in the alley.
He looked at the soup cook again for hints about what it was. Did the cook slip him this tape at some point? *What* was with Other Other? Or perhaps apart from Other Other now; Chinese against English? A yin yang, black and white cat that was also red all over? He logically thought back to Omega town and the newspaper referenced there through black, white, red. DDD. A dream, yes. He must keep remembering this is not Real. None of it.
“2 minutes,” the cook exclaimed, the glare from his face intensifying along with his stirs. Should he ask the cook to translate the Chinese underneath this cat? Was there an *opening* there to do this?
“1 minute.” He showed him the tape.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0017, 0316, Google Street View, Kowloon+, Louisiana
Sunklands 