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October 1, 2023 · 3:20 pm

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Tessa was in the foreground talking to someone just off-screen. Her boyfriend/faux cousin Edward if I had to guess. Chair sitting Pink was similarly highlighted in the background interacting with a punk on the couch: Ketchup Tom, who owned the trailer, named for his bright red Mohawk if not visa versa. And they all owed him a big favor whether they knew it or not. His given name before he acquired a stage one: George. Rumor has it he destroyed a punk bar carved out of a big piece of coal in West Virginie when playing his signature track “Fire Ants”, quickly followed by “Water Uncles”, a lesser hit. A folly we could call it, but the oddball builders of the thing couldn’t have foreseen George’s powerful sturm und drang guitar licks ahead of time, like something straight out of a Nazi war lab. And he also had a magical ring to amplify the sound — very important detail there.

I couldn’t figure out some of the elements happening to the right in the location pictured above so I just left them out by blocking them with a wall (sorry). We could guess a stereo system or something given Ketchup Tom’s musician status, maybe a guitar or 2 to go along with a microphone or 3. Yes, let’s go with that. We’ll see them soon enough, then.

Oh, I do know that Eddie, Marsha “Pink” Krakow newly appointed boyfriend, was outside walking Dogg, an older mutt now she purchased as a pup over on the Corsica continent in a town that subsequently sank beneath the sea. Storybrook again.

Actually let’s move inside while we have the opportunity and zoom out a bit at the same time.

Turns out there was no stereo or musical stuff to the right. I must be thinking about a different Big Sandy trailer, then, perhaps also owned by the affluent punk and maybe one a little more solidly constructed to withstand the magically enhanced noise he’ll be making there. In the simultaneous zooming out we do reveal a poster to the left he keeps by the door to remind him of his lost origins. Marsha “Pink” Krakow has Dogg; Ketchup Tom has George.

(to be continued)

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September 28, 2023 · 10:43 pm

a record of TILE

“Hurry, dear. Hurry back to the 2n1 trailer before it’s too late!”

And so Eddie unstuck her golden VW from the drift once more with his golden shovel and they drove away, leaving Edward behind to his own devices. Grilling was not a specialty so he’ll miss that aspect of their partnership. But he’ll manage. He has Wanda as a backup after all.

*Tessa* (sorry!).

—–

“You know we’ll have to say we’re cousins to keep living here on such low rent and all.”

“Fine with me,” and she finished peeling her banana and began to munch.

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September 22, 2023 · 10:25 am

Meat City blues

“I can’t get that girl out of my mind, Other Edward. It reminds me of that one up in, where was it, Broadchurch.”

“Broadwater?” corrected Other Edward, wishing the other Other Edward would chip in and at least dry the dishes he was washing. One f-ing plate at a time, since they dare not go to the store and buy a dishwasher. Might be spotted.

“Yeah, that’s it. Without the pigtails this time of course, but…”

“I saw it too,” admitted Other Edward, who was actually the only Edward here despite the name playing. He: Edward. Him: Eddie. And a change in the last name as well to help disguise. Edward Daigle and Eddie D’Aigle, then. Or “D’Aigle, Eddie” as he also jokingly liked to call himself now and then.

“Welll? Could it be?”

“Impossible,” waved off Edward at the sink. Tough stain on this one; he’ll have to cool it with the curry, he reminds himself. If it’s doing this to the dishes imagine what it’s doing to the inner piping. Bloody mess in there, he supposes, given all those kind of meals he’s woofed down over the years. “I saw her in the news just the other week,” he continued. “Mayor was opening a new strip mall in Kuradov.”

“I bet he was,” quipped Eddie, taking a sip of his coffee and contemplating what to say next. He’d gotten the sex wrong but he’d made his point. “We have to get an old photo somewhere — remove the pigtails; just to be sure.”

“We burned them all,” reminded Edward. “Evidence.”

“Right right.” Eddie hung his head. “I can’t even remember her name now, Edward. But you know I’m bad on names. That’s why, heh, I just call you Other Edward all the time.”

“I know you’re not,” replies his cousin who was now disguised as a lover, as in gay partner. They even had to kiss in public the other day for demonstration. His own cousin (!). And then that other time… but he doesn’t even like to think about it. “It’s Wanda.”

“Wanda, yeah. What kind of car did she drive?”

“I think she just took the mayor’s car most places. Of course, that’s what got us caught in the first place — why we’re on the lam *now*. Two gay lovers instead of two gay cousins. I mean, two *cousins*. No gay.”

“No, since we fell for the same gal and went to that place in Broadchurch [sic] and, right, she left the car outside and then the police chief drove by and then wondered why the mayor was in such a seedy spot in town, *seedier*, and went inside to check. Caught!”

“Like rats,” Edward at the sink reiterated. “The mayor’s daughter.” He scrubbed harder, as if trying to erase the memory from his brain. No go. He had a better one than Eddie. He recalled *everything*.

(to be continued)

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September 21, 2023 · 8:40 am

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“Say’s here in the paper there’s a 2 fer 1 special on Amazon products down at the mall. We better go snag us some more exotic rain forest flowers, boys!”

“Here here,” they said kind of jointly, kind of as one. How to differentiate?

“Stew dogs’ ready!” called the one at the grill. That was Eddie, then (00330201). Different from Edward, like D’Aigle is different from Daigle. And *that* is her chosen boyfriend. Edward was just here for the hand off, the negotiation or price. No, let’s say he’s a cousin just come for a visit. Or maybe an old lover pretending to be a cousin if Edward and Eddie are or were gay. Where did it all get started?

When it stopped; Marsha’s VW bug that is. Stuck in the sand — should have traded yellow vehicles with neighbor Mrs. Ordinary (aka Bethany, Ginger) while she had the chance. Drifts were often high on the edges of Big Sandy where beige spills over into green. Like today, a windier one thanks to the northeaster coming into shore from the west, from the direction of the USS Galaxy, duplicated both in sea and in space. Just came back from a journey to the Pleiades, which I believe is a star constellation formation (thanks Dolores!).

Eddie was grilling then as well, watched her spin her tires trying to get out of a predicament. Stew dogs done, he put down the spatula and walked over to help.

(to be continued)

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September 19, 2023 · 9:28 am

TILE trains (you always have to be aware)

“You know, I’m tired of the toy room. This is the second day in a row.”

“What!?”

“I said, this is the second day!”

“Sorry! Still can’t hear you over the chair springs!”

“We’ve got to start acting our age,” continued Gill one toy attraction over. “Blue Berry Girl could have been a real thing. Then we would have had serious problems!”

“Patty cake?” spoke Rock over, still not worried. Moving on…

“I mean, what about that pension fund you were going to start at the bank, the one that paid 5.74% interest? How’s that going?”

“Your rump is big, te he.” Next…

“I mean, Rock. Look at us. I’m 42 and you’re 48 or something.”

“46!” he protested, debating whether to trade a giraffe for one of Gill’s kangaroos. Might swing the zoo business in his favor.

“Point is, we’re not getting any younger.”

“Can I play now??”

Jointly: “No!” Poor kid.

—–

“We don’t have any other attractions to visit in the toy room anyways. We *have* to leave. Right kid?”

“No!!”

Ship steward Jimmy Bimimmy showing up at 9:55 again: “Is this *your* kid? *Kids.*” (snicker)

Was it?

(to be continued?)

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September 19, 2023 · 7:07 am

last laughs

Well they’re having some fun, aren’t they. But Gill/Vain and Artery Boy doesn’t think he’s putting his best face forward so they stop this…

… and move on to the toy room where Gill feels Rock hogs the horsie while he’s stuck on the slide.

Literally stuck, as it turned out. “I’ll get you out of there, buddy,” speaks Rock over to his helpless mate. “Just as sooon… as I finish this picture I’m working on, he he.”

“F- you.”

Then it’s on to the climbing wall where Rock enjoys the view just before things turn tragic and Gill tumbles downward after being distracted by a passing balloon. “Nice work… *Jill*,” Rock belabors head holding Gill at the bottom (pronounced with a hard g of course instead of the soft one), making his day even worse. He promises to get even in the end, though…

“No room on the ship no room on the ship!” he cries while Rock sheds tears outside, knowing the Earth is about to blow up and he’s going with it. The aliens only save one this day.

Now Gill can get a good night’s sleep amongst the stars, HA.

“Okay, toy room’s closing in 5 minutes, *children*,” spoke ship steward Jimmy Bimimmy to Rock and Gill at 9:55. “Can you find your way back to your rooms? Do you want me to call your Mommy and Daddy to come help you?” (*snicker*)

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September 18, 2023 · 1:29 am

sounds like Serendipity (people call her Dip)

“Anyway, I thought you’d want to know about your cousin.”

“Thanks, Marsha. We haven’t really interacted with each other in years. But: ‘preciate the news.” She takes another drag off her cigarette, this Serenity Lane, related to Shelley Lane through their fathers who are brothers, she said.

“It’s not like she’s totally gone, though. She’s in here.” And Marsha pointed to her heart to indicate the inside nature of the other Lane now. “Actually she provided me with the (grown up) body during the conversion. The other one, a girl named Brown, provided the gestures and maybe the conscience of the conceived entity.”

“You,” spoke Serenity, still trying to wrap her brain around the concept. A three-in-one, she pondered. Another drag. That means…

“Yes, I’m Marsha ‘Pink’ Krakow still,” Marsha continued, “because of the hair, the hot pink clothes and shoes. But mainly the hair.” She tugged at it, indicating it wasn’t a wig and that it was a permanent part of the body now. Unlike before. Although she had an important add-on of similar tint. Some pigtails. She was waiting for that special someone to show the thing off to. She’s working on it by process of elimination, Arthur Kill (hubby to Shelley) already decided upon and sent away. Next up: Edward Daigle, the fantasy boyfriend inside the novels which were as real as the outside, one penetrating and interweaving with the other. She had a hard time telling them apart any more. But that was yesterday. Today is today. So odd she finds the 1st cousin of one of her 3 constituents in Big Sandy, and not far from the central Rocky Comfort atall, just over the sound from it. Maybe it’s the actual reason she came here. She’s finding many odd things about the region, starting with multiple giant bugs.

“How long have you been here? if you don’t mind me asking.”

“Not atall.” She put out the cigarette in the palm of her other hand and then used the same to count years, no sign of pain detected and no burn mark left. Magic, we can guess, which would continue. “One two three four five,” she said, indicating the fingers in order from thumb to pinkie on the somehow undamaged hand, then again: “six seven eight, let’s see, nine. Nine years.”

Marsha “Pink” Krakow knew the original continent of the Bellissaria complex was only formed 5 years ago. So either Serenity was lying or she was living in an alternate universe where time operated differently. Turns out it was the latter.

(to be continued)

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September 17, 2023 · 10:11 pm

triad

“I’m glad we switched places so that my blue side is showing,” spoke Vain and Artery Boy, our Gill Alex, over to lover and perhaps brother (from another mother) Rock Ramby, formerly of Chaucey. Always vain, this tri-colored avatar is, wanting to show his best side to the outside world, the camera, the 4th wall which both knew was always there when they appeared in these here photo-novels. Self-awareness of sorts, if only in a narcissistic way. “I’m sorry,” Vain and Artery Boy continued, “if that particular side reminds you of my old lover, the Blue Berry Girl we’ve been talking about so much recently. I wish her well,” he spoke huskily, adapting to the ocean air at last, “but it’s over, done, kaput. We will probably never speak to each other again.”

Rock took it all in. He knew they were here to look for a knob, and not necessarily his, although it does involve rocks, as in a Rocky knob. Just over there somewhere in Big Sandy, just out of sight from their perspective on the starboard side of the USS Galaxy, draw distance extended to the max while they were sitting here and not experiencing any lag through movement. If only they had Mrs. Ordinary’s pricey, fancy schmancy long seeing eyes it might be spotted. Still… soon enough. Mrs. Ordinary was a friend and she lived right below it. Vain and Artery Boy just had to ditch Blue Berry Girl, probably crying her own eyes out in her room somewhere across from them, he imagined. But in actuality, she was quite relieved of the unburdening. She’d met someone else too, a new person and not an old love in his case. Chaucey (there’s that name again). Also known as Bill Ups I believe. I’ll check asap.

(to be continued)

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September 17, 2023 · 4:28 pm

it all ends here (goodbye!)

She’d been here once before and didn’t quite manage to enjoy all of it, I knew, so I bought her a golden ticket again because she got me over the finish line. The Last Boss, now without encasing giant blueberry. Good for her! She’s tempered the critical tongue that I didn’t see but others have now told me about. We all have flaws. Thing is, we must see ourselves in others in order to advance; understand we created all these situations jointly. She seems to represent All Bosses. Let’s look in at what she’s doing now…

Reading this blog and attached photo-novel (!). Let’s see what she’s doing now.

Same thing!

Let’s look in at what she’s doing now.

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September 16, 2023 · 9:15 pm

512 and counting

I’ve made a map of the age of avatars owning property around Rocky Comfort (RC in the middle, in turn the perceived center of Sandfly Big Sandy) in terms of years and then months. Seems like a lot of old folks here, with age 15 predominating, throw in a couple of 16s even. Maybe they did come here as some sort of group, like Mrs. Ordinary reinforced to Marsha in that last post of this blog and attached photo-novel. Speaking of which…

“Oh it’s right out there in the ocean, just beyond the lighthouse. Can’t you see?” Then Mrs. Ordinary remembered she was wearing her new, custom-made eyes which gave her extraordinary sight indeed. Kill her: she indulged herself. She works hard up there in the real world, she wants to play hard down here during her off time, relatively effortless 20/5 vision, supersonic hearing, the works. She doesn’t want to miss *anything*.

“I can’t see it,” says suddenly shivering Marsha, not daring to extend her normal 128 meter draw due to local lag. She crashes too much as it is. “Cold out here: let’s go back. We can go to the boat another day when I can get a proper rest. Just arrived you know.” River’s still strong in her mind. And what happened there.

“Oh it’s beautiful,” Mrs. Ordinary went on about the thing. “3 sims and the truth. Galaxy is a good name for the craft it’s so big. Milky Way would have been another.”

“Universe?” jokes tired Marsha, who then gets up from the barrel she’s sitting on and starts heading inland again. Back to Rocky Comfort and thereabouts. Back to the sand she feels more at home in. Big Sandy.

“Everything’s banned around here anyway,” she throws back to trailing Bethany, er, Ginger.

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