“Well here it is. Little Jimmy. The bastard.”
“Over here,” beckoned Keith B. “Wrong car again.”
“Oh.”
“Let’s take a spin!”
“Where to?”
“You know where.”
“The end,” Jim B. mutters to himself while walking toward it, resigned to his fate.
Category Archives: Maebaleia/Satori
The Donut Hole
“We’re nearing the end, Jim B., but we have no end. We’re doomed! I’m going to pray for one.”
“Not so fast my fellow B. There’s the car. Fast.”
The person in the back pondered whether to order another box of donuts.
Keith B. unfolded his hands and looked outside. “Little Jimmy? Bought on a whim?”
“No, the other Porsche. The throw-in.”
“Penny 1.01? That old clunker?”
“Maybe the first, then. Whassitsname again?”
“Jimmy.”
“Like the sausage?” which made Keith B. think about something else.
“Um… different than the sausage.”
“I wonder if they have sausage here?” asked sweets weary Jim B.
“Donuts, 12 more donuts!” the yellow man shouts from in back.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0014, 0609, Maebaleia/Satori, Pipersville/Sink X
all powerful
“We’re definitely on the right trail, er, Jiggy.”
“Jackie!”
“Jackie, right right. But I don’t like the way he’s eyeing you.”
“He? How do you know he’s a he?”
“Because, er, he’s eyeing you.” He points over to his assistant. “*You*.” He points to himself. “Not me.”
She stares at it; it stares at her. “Could be a gay eye, you don’t know. *Jimmy*.”
“Johnny,” he corrected. “Um, Tony I meant.”
“You don’t know,” proclaims Jackie.
“I don’t know,” he admitted back. “Jerry,” he tries again. “‘J’ I’m pretty sure.”
“I think it’s Jimmy,” Jackie reinforced. “Like in Little. Jimmy Little. Jimmy Powell Little.”
“Just stop it.”
“Or he — or she — just doesn’t find you attractive.” She looked over at him. “Nah, that’s not it. You’re handsome as f-ing hell. *Jimmy*”
“You’re one to talk,” he decides to say in the void. Did he mean it? Sometimes. On the darkest of azure nights while hanging out in the donut hole.
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the land of gno smiles
—–
Jim A. pushed for the Gno Kingdom to take the second strike. The others protested that there was no sinkhole about, so no past-to-future matching existed. The Gno Kingdom had never taken a direct or indirect hit and never would. So says the rules of Special Sinkology. Then I’ll lure him to Pipersville myself, schemed revenge motivated Jim A. Brown, his heart ripped from his body and projected onto a demon. Maybe that soul stealer Ben Bolt as well. Oh they’ll write a song about them, he dreams. But it won’t have a happy ending.
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where it all goes BLUEY
“I’m *not* going back to Jael.”
“I never said you had to go back to jail, sugar lips,” the more cartoonish Archer uttered. “We’ll stay right here don’t you worry. Wait for the end.”
“The end?”
“That’s right, Ms. Lady Lumps. Where it all gets down and dirty. Dirty bomb dirty.”
“Pete. I mean, Wanda.”
“*You’re* Wanda.”
“Oh right.” She points to herself. “*I’m* Wanda.”
“Yeaahh.”
“Pete, then.”
“Yes, dearest?”
“I –.” She suddenly looks around. “W-where’s Little Oakley…”
“Annie?” Pete offered. “Target practice probably. Since, well, there’s a big target painted on this whole place.”
“Battle of Britain — I know that.” She titters. “Okay, since it’s all going to end here…” She rushes over and takes Pete’s hand and they Skip to My Lou to the blue rug to do the dirty. Explosion before the explosion. Make love not war I suppose is the message of it all. Good work.
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yellow green blue DEAD
“If only there were smiles in my Kingdom, Bishop.”
“You just sit there and look pretty. Don’t think about the Lemon and Lime.”
“I *wasn’t* thinking about…”
“Nor the Room.”
“I…”
“Nor this place we’re in. Where it all ends.”
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Venus
Sweet Alice waited for the Magic Bus out of Pipersville. Sweet Alice asked for marriage to Jim A., who she knew as Jim A. Brown, owner of the Diamond Club and keyboardist in the resident band The B.’s. Her father unsurprisingly said no. Hence the birth of the Gno King legend and the entrapment of the fair maid inside the Indecypherable Tower until rescued by Master Ben Bolt five long years later. Only he could break the code.
“What reason do you give *now* for the ‘no'”, she begged before leaving the town perched on the edge of Sink X. Everyone was starting to feel the radiation effects, either directly or indirectly. “Pipes,” he plainly put it to her from his soon-to-be-established Kingdom, which was actually anywhere he physically stood. “Pipes, table, door, bars, um… do I need to go further?” Sweet Alice automatically assumed a modest pose where she covered her clothed body with strategically placed hands. He didn’t need to go further.
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The B.’s
Buster Damm dared to take off a tiny bit of time from studying and scouting to bring our old friend Duncan Avocado into the picture. They sat in the same VHC City diner, at the same table even where the original agreement was made. Duncan still wore the Pot-D heart-within-skeleton-hands pendant. Buster still knew where he was at any moment. “Sooo. Here we are, Duncan.”
“We are,” spoke Duncan plainly. He didn’t hesitate this time; he’d been around the cell block too many times in the meantime. “Whatever it is: yes.”
“Great!” Buster immediately spat in his hand and leaned forwards across the table. 5 minutes till sunrise…
—–
Duncan A. awoke in a captive position, but then stood up. No chains this time. Relief! He wipes his forehead of perspiration and looks around. Pipes. This must be Pipersville Buster talked about. He moves to the table on the far side of the room.
African-American nudie pic, he ruminates. Jim A.’s heartthrob, he understands, the thing that held *him* captive. What happened to her? he wonders, then turns. One way to find out. He ascends the stairs out of there and tries the door: unlocked. Still not a captive.
He opens the door. Music.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0014, 0603, Heterocera, Maebaleia/Satori, Pipersville/Sink X, VHC City
Bunkie
“We could use the rocket for good instead of evil,” Cindy A. spoke over to Jim A. after straightening her hair. She had recently been influenced by a book she’d been reading. A famous trip to the Moon.
Jim A. laughed at this. Todd A. joined him. Yoko, having done the deed and brought them all together as a sealed, signed triangle, had slithered away again into the web of time with no rosy prognostication in sight.
“2 rockets will do it — we all agree?” It was Todd A. this time, manager of the project.
“We can send the 1st and see what happens,” offered Jim A. “Gauge the reaction before moving forward with the second.”
Cindy A. was getting sick to her stomach. What had she set in motion?
But they had trained for this. It was always going to be. Forward in time, and then backwards in time to the original point. Cassandra City. Home. But the hitherto thought of home — Pipersville, at least in its original form as Chip Shot: doomed. Worse than doomed.
“How far to be accurate? Would we, say, have to go all the way north to Regaltown to effect the launch?” Todd A. again. “What say you mathematician of the group?”
Indicated Jim A. spoke up. “As close to the Neutral Zone as we dare get.”
“How about Golden City?” Cindy A. reluctantly chipped in. The others readily agreed to the future hole. “They had remembered Chip Shot but not their own, retaliatory fate. Much worse it will be for them in the afterlife.
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Brothers Three
Gabby Truth always thought he’d be a good writer if he wasn’t busy gabbing about this and that. “Put it down on paper,” his brother Amos often urges. “Stop yapping and start tapping (typewriter keys).” One day he’ll get round to it. And finish reading “Moby Prick”, the great whaling story partially set right here in Cassandra City. “Write a ‘Moby Prick’ yourself,” Amos said upon hearing this desire. “Start *now*.”
So he sits here. Wondering what to put on paper before even inserting the paper. What was the first line of “Moby Prick”? Maybe he can just steal that to start.
—–
But we must get to more urgent matters tonight. Brother Keith is in danger and they know it. Gabby, also a seer as well as a gabber (but apparently not a writer — yet), moves from 1st floor typewriter to 2nd floor fireplace, intending to get more scrying type messages about how to proceed even more forward. They got set up in a swanky Cassandra City apartment thanks to Toppsity connections in town. Keith and daughter Jenny would be joining them later on. The window for information was now. Can’t let Keith know the future else he might damage the threads.
“Well?” his other brother Amos urged after several minutes. “Anything?” Amos was trying to be patient but could see the writing on the wall. Brother Keith could be dead in a matter of days. Maybe even weeks.
Gabby continued staring into the fire. Scrying times were the only times he seemed to be not yammering on about this or that. Maybe he should do it more often, Amos thought. Like: every waking moment. But, in truth, Amos deeply loved his brother — both of ’em. They’d been meaning to visit Keith up in Pipersville for the longest time. Now he had come down South to them. But at what cost?
“Triangle,” Gabby suddenly blurted. “3 A.s.”
“3 A’s?” Amos tried to translate.
“That’s all for now.” Gabby looked away from the fire and toward Amos, wondering what to talk about next. How about the weather.
Amos jumped in first. “We’ll subtly introduce that phrase into our nighttime talks with Keith. See his response.”
“‘Scarlet Triangle,'” blurted Gabby, shaking his head and realizing his powers might be off tonight. “It could be just another book I’ve been meaning to read alongside ‘Moby Prick’. You know, what we were talking about earlier down on the 1st floor. About the novel I always wanted to write.”
“Oh,” said Amos. “Well… it’s worth a try to slip it in still.”
Indeed it was.
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Sunklands 