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September 12, 2026 · 3:33 pm

00510516

“Silver?” I exclaimed about the name he just uttered. Like my band. At least temporarily, until Okama Majo returns from being sick on pill. Poor guy. 5 night gig I knew, then back on the streets, back to facing the threat of abject poverty.

“Yes, Silver as in Frankie, Silver as in Charlie… Charles. First white woman in North Carolina to be executed, murder being the crime that fit the punishment, eye to eye style. As your ape-like human civilization has a penchant for,” the banana being before me continued. “Yet she claimed her husband deserved it as he abused her and threatened her own life. Many in the Burke County community where she lived backed her story. Yet only one made it back to a final resting spot on home soil queerly near by but not in Silver Chapel (Cemetery) in Bandana — like me! Instead: the smaller Silver Cemetery in Kona a little over 2 miles away. Will you help me parse out this tangle of Silvers throw in Silver Lake as well and find out what went wrong? Can you help me find… Justice?”

“Down Holy Hero Street and take a left at the courthouse,” I wanted to joke but held my tongue. Which made me think of the statue at the end of Justice facing the courthouse. Seemingly credited to a Depraved Monkey’s Club [sic: Den] if I remember correctly. Is this humanity as a whole? Will the aliens who may be the same as AI allow us to continue in this way?

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September 11, 2026 · 8:00 am

00510512

I was promised a personal favorite Jack in the Box but instead received Pizza in what was suppose to be a climactic ending point for the King and Queen line of eating establishments facing west. Tired of burgers and ice cream, I finally caved in and got over my grudge with them in a situation that really wasn’t their doing and gave Luigi’s a call at 11:00 on September 11, PM not AM. I couldn’t afford morning food by this time. Ordered the house special banana, attracted by the low cost and also, a bit, the potential exotic flavor. Never had that topping before, hmm. Imagine my surprise when it didn’t come with the pizza but instead showed up several minutes later at my door all anthropomorphized and shite. “You’re late!” I decided to jest at this uncanny intersection of Meat and Fruit.

Thoughts of slicing him up then and there and putting him on my pizza to close the raw deal I felt I got were quickly set aside as he turned out to be quite the intelligent yellow dude with a strange tale to tell indeed. Settling back on the couch he eventually wandered over to, it began thusly:

“I had to divide off from the rest of your meal in order to gain a mouth, eyes, brain. The house special was just a ruse to get you to order me, here, now. We know that you are poor, perhaps abjectly so.”

“Banana… split?” I said, still not quite over the slicing inclination and eyeing the case of knives on the counter out of the corner of my eye.

“Precisely. I know you think we’re just bananas, me and all my associates, but when we bunch together we become larger than ourselves individually. I am the end product of that transmutation.”

“Just… bananas?” I uttered in a similar vein, stuck in idiom mode. I imagined them altogether in a darkened room conspiring to drive me nuts in the end. I had to avoid that conclusion. I edge closer to the counter, clandestinely select the largest one to get the deed done quickly.

“We hope to make you think otherwise,” and it is here he introduced himself properly and it is here I decided not to end his life with a cut cut cut.

“I am more than Banana now, the sum of my parts,” he declared proudly, sitting up straighter on the couch in front of me and even seeming to grow larger with the action but maybe that was just my perspective. “I am *Band*ana, a whole band of entities.”

“Like the borough?” I say. “Like the borough we’re in?” I followed, waving all around with my free hand.

“Precisely.” I put back down the knife behind my back. Being in a borough band myself, I had to hear this out. tbc

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September 11, 2026 · 6:55 am

00510511

It was the end of us, I knew. End of the band; start of an 8-5 or 9-5 job under a boss who cared not one lick about music or its benefits to society. Creativity *murdered*. 666. How to avoid?

—–

“That’s really beautiful, Frank. Spongeberg #5, you say?”

“Fresh off the printer and into our home. Middle C middle C middle C,” he chants, a thing that got him through the ultra-complex piece. He had to remember that the composer had a plan, an endpoint. Wasn’t writing down notes by the seat of his pants. I heard recently that creativity without outline is just noise. Planners not Panters, at least for the chromagraphs. Spongeberg had the process down.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying it! Wall to wall fun for the 12, 13, 14 people who attended (pheh).

—–

The manager shows up with his wad of empty Money, choice looming. Keep living day to day, meal to meal, bill to unpaid bill, or escape the threat of abject poverty and enjoy the benefits of health insurance, college ed for the kids, so on. He hands me his card (see top).

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September 10, 2026 · 8:21 pm

00510510 (dancing in pink near Bandana NC)

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September 10, 2026 · 8:02 am

00510509 (before Jerry)

“No, that didn’t happen,” she said. “She went into the Head, true, but not down into the Body through the gullet, let’s say. No harmful pills in stomach. Got a degree in nursing instead. Or biology. Learned about what to put down there from the direction up top. Smart. Very smart.”

“But there’s always the flip side to a life gone quote unquote good. She worked her way down the food pipe. She got involved in childbirth, or worse, dancing. Dancing the pink away. She forgot all about the head. She couldn’t find her way back. Only one way out after that. One with the children.”

“She had 2 kids and their eyes were blue,” Daisy adjusted.

“3 kids,” Frank says. “All green.” tbc?

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September 10, 2026 · 7:44 am

00510508 (the return of Our Second Lyfe)

“Wait. Who are you?”

—–

“We have a Burger King, a Dairy Queen, and a Jack in the Box,” she said, playing 3 of the highest cards the town had to offer, this Bandanaboro of the upper east west central plains. Not Bananaboro. That’s different. “And a church,” she continued. “Aand a roller derby. Many many clothes shops, some even offering free stuff.” I complained that the one store I saw free stuff in, the vendors didn’t work. Yes, I teleported out and back into the sim to check, I reassured her. And this stuff — everything in the town, really — is old. “Part of the charm!” she countered. “And you can rez anywhere and your things won’t disappear.” Role play! I suddenly thought, getting excited again about the prospects. If I could just find somewhere I could hang my hat on. “Meet me at the entrance to The Body that looks like sand,” she said to this. “The head entrance.” Smart. Very smart.

—–

“After you,” she said. Or he.

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September 7, 2026 · 7:00 am

00510506

Planet Q Planet Q, I think, looking at the white butterflies on the wall. I had to escape!

And just like that, I did. Back to 00510505.

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August 26, 2026 · 8:10 am

00510407

“I *know* you,” I said when seeing her inside the Secret Door.”

“Of course you know me,” she said in my mind if not my body. “Center.”

“Center,” I echoed in the chamber. Significant pause.

“You left me in the dark. To fend for myself. I was… waiting for you.”

I couldn’t figure out how to answer this. I considered that I didn’t know who I was talking to after all.”

“I came as soon as I could,” I explained. “Fiction is more synthesis than analysis. You can’t look forward and backwards at the same time.”

“Can’t you?” she countered

We were in a lighted area now, but the eyes inside the black faced head remained her own.

She was showing me Center again. Where it all began. TBC

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August 21, 2026 · 6:39 am

00510313 (Leeman = Adrian)

https://www.newisland.net/2016/02/65-michelle.html

“So when Michell arrives in Hazel, that just means Alan woke up in Michigan City, Michelle jiggling his shoulder, for example. Michelle didn’t come to New Island. This is more realistic and I think more correct. We can continue in this direction. What did Alan do after he woke up? Did he even remember much about the New Island dream just completed? Perhaps it was a rainy day, just like the day Michelle arrived in Hazel. Or maybe it was sunny in contrast. And what of Mid-Hazel, the witch from the old New Island. Is she the same as Roselin?”

“Yes. I think so, yes,” spoke Leeman, still working on his “Woman in Red” painting. But he’d changed the title to “Woman in Red Rain”. Was this Michelle? TBC

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August 17, 2026 · 1:27 pm

00510307 (MapS)

“It’s all there in Washington’s green, white, black.” She starts reading from left to right. “Meteor, Stranger Creek, Impach, Inchelium which stands for Ichelus… and then across the lake we have another Stranger Creek unconnected to the first and an ‘Edendale (historical)’ to end, just like Silver Lake use to be named Edendale back in its silent film days. Black and white again.”

It was actually the 3rd Stranger Creek in the area that did the trick for me, disconnected even from all the rest. 3 Stranger Creeks all lined up across the upper west part of the state with completely separate flows (east west east).  What could this mean? And the presence of an historic Edendale along the lake was certainly queer too. Gifford… yes Gifford, mouth of Middle Stranger. The place of escape. New Island turns into Old Island, er, New Island becomes *Newer* Island. Yes, that’s better. Another place of separation.

After a while I went back to my bunk and picked up the pen.

Now I’m living with a family named MacEvoy in a place called Gifford. It’s a tribe, not a town (long story). My friend Jamie brought me here after I was caught by the Russians found on the beach. I almost drowned, but when I woke up I saw lemurs!

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