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Flashback Friday

Way back in 2009, Baker Bloch owned a rental in Ephant, a sim we visited in part 6 of the current Collagesity photo-novel and the site of the untimely demise of Axis’ former boss Morgan Freechild — by Axis himself and his accomplice, wife Wheeler, who is now apparently the same as Venus Flytrap. We’ll see. Anyway, back to the flashback, we go back back back in time to when Baker Bloch, from this Ephant base (the rental was literally at the base of the mountain), explored up what later became known as the Elephant’s Trunk for obvious, logical reasons. He had already determined the basic storyline of the Comma Islands and the needed union of King Bracket Jupiter to his green mermaid Queen to make permanent peace between the two, interlocked lands, spinning around each other in hypertime to create another one of those multitudinous yin-yang relationships found in these here photo-novels, the first yet to be written at the time. But that’s not the flashback. This is — a post where Baker Bloch uncovers an important clue about how to move beyond Bracket’s Jupiter and attached Comma Islands into the next planet, which also represents Corsica Prime (recalling Corsica is an elephant, which applies more to the Prime part than Bracket’s old kingdom). Let’s revisit the historic moment during: Flashback Friday.

https://bakerbloch.com/virtual/baker-blinker-blog-book-iii/chapter-05b/

https://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2009/10/02/ephant-red-marsh/

Then the next night Baker Bloch starts exploring from his Ephant house once more, but heads west, up an “arm” of the Corisca Prime island, toward and then beyond Klaatu this time, all the way to a sim called Red Marsh. Nothing really mind numbingly exciting found on the trip, mainly accomplished through flight, *except* perhaps that one time while looking at the SL map to see how far west he’d traveled, he noticed that his location on the map covered the “h” of the sim’s name he was then in: Red Marsh. This turned it, interestingly, into “Red Mars”, as you can see by the below snapshot I took at the time. I think it has to mean something… I have some theories I’ll share with the reader asap.

And just to add to this, and speaking of Wheeler again, we know this has to do with Venus as well now. This is *not* a Second Lyfe image.

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Starless

They both stared into the lighted mirror. “*I* think you look great as a redhead, but you do what you wish. You’re the customer.”

“I’ll go with the peppery black, then,” Marty responds to Audrey in his lilting manner of speech. “Unlike the star we’re in… on. I need a change. I need to find a new me.”

Audrey blows out air in resignation. “O-*kay*. We’ll see what this *does* to you.” She leans over and kisses the top of his carrot colored head before starting to suds it away.

—–

She stands back and takes in her handiwork. “Hey lover boy,” she speaks to the new man before her. The mirror’s over *there*.”

They celebrate in the customary way. Audrey had basically forgotten all about deceased hubbie Jeffrie Phillips thanks to Marty’s wicked ways. She’s no longer part of the widow’s club seen at the beginning of section 5. Which leaves only…

—–

“I wonder where my egg — is — NOW?”

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hot

“You were all elevating each other,” spoke Monroe, wise from the night before. “Propping each other up, *feeding* off each other. You, *Peter*.” He points to Axis here. “‘Lamb’,” he cites. “You, Marty.” Points to softly strumming Marty here, composing yet another potential gold plated single. “‘Venus and Mars’. Am I right?” He looks toward The Man who looks down at his foot. “Am I right?”

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window

“I’m tired of the movement, the stories. It all ends *here*,” Monroe says while staring up at his vibrating, gold plated stereo rocking the tune of “Magneto and Titanium Man,” one of Marty’s. The glass ornaments on Monroe’s gold coated palm plant jingle with the beat. Because Marty and The Man *knew* each other. They both knew about… well, we’ll get back to her story soon enough.

“I’m tired of all the sights,” he starts again, looking at nothing in particular now. “I’m going to get myself sooo *blinded* tonight.”

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Venus

Corsica the elephant continent is chocked full of stories, and I’ll try to get to as many as possible.

I’m not worried about the land failing me — indeed, no. I’m worried about the *people*.

Because when one peak goes out of sight…

… another seems to appear.

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Marble

“Sorry about Santman, boss,” robot doorman Chuck bellowed in his giant voice down to passing (Tron)Axis, who didn’t speak up. Highies usually didn’t acknowledge Lowies in Fearzum-town, and Axis was not one to break protocol on this. But indeed he was sorry about it too. He had high hopes for a new and copyright free superhero named Santman. Highest of the high.

—–

Meanwhile, over on the Elephant’s Trunk of the Corsica continent to the west (keeping in mind that Corsica is an elephant, an ever popular meme), Axis’ wife Wheeler had gone back to her old routine: essentially waiting for the return of her hubbie from Fearzum back to Fearzom or thereabouts, most recently in Rond. But they had moved on from Rond that night we visited them there recently, and Wheeler seems to now have a place near her beloved Cafe Maroon in Red Mars. Because we will probably end this here present photo-novel, 18th in the Collagesity photo-novel series, in Fearzom or thereabouts instead of Fearzum or thereabouts, where Axis still is. Good chance; Red Mars dictates this. And Venus. Venus and Mars may or may not be alright tonight. Marty might know. In fact…

“I never figured it out neither,” he spoke up to me (The Lord) from a beach bar in Wet Hoof. But he still might be a lover to Wheeler on the side…

… unless it’s Marvel Man. Yes, let’s just go with that, The Man freshly regurgitated back out of Ant after the failed Santman project. I believe there’s still a bit of ant saliva dripping from his hair, which he deftly covers with his old Elvis wig on a larch lark. We’ll catch up with the 2 in Cafe Maroon.

“But aren’t you married to Parasol?”

The Man quickly recedes into the background with this, remembering obligations to his wife. *He* is faithful, even if she isn’t. The Man always had one true love, the Eve to his Adam, the Wo-man to his Man. And Dog makes 3.

No, let’s instead just have Axis return from Fearzum to Fearzom (or thereabouts), reunited with his wife after the failed Santman project but also successful Morgan Freechild killing in nearby Ephant, just down the line at the beginning of the trunk. 1/2 and 1/2. They decide to celebrate the latter instead of be sad for the former.

“You didn’t turn your back on me,” spoke Wheeler, now in a blue-green Venus wig befitting her new status as queen of Cafe Maroon, queen of Red Mars itself most likely.

“No,” he answered in his handsome voice. “I gave up the office, the view of the granite topped Ashenlave summit, just to be here with you. I hope you’re happy (about it).” There was remorse in his pretty tone. He knew Wheeler was behind the Santman failure. She needed him here, and here he was, blue-green as well. Faithful. For now.

“Do you like my new look?” she spoke over to similarly coffee sipping Axis, more immersed in the Tron machinery than ever. “I made it just for you, just for this place. Fearzom or thereabouts.”

“Stop saying that,” he quickly snapped back.

—–

We could actually end our current photo-novel here, but The Pattern dictates that there are 7 or 8 or 9 or 10 additional posts to go, perhaps even a little more. Fearzom not Fearzum will be the rule. Unless it changes. Thanks for continuing to read!

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blackbird

Morgan Freechild always stops at Ephant Mountain on his way from Fearzom to Fearzum. It’s on his flight path after all, plus he use to rent a cottage here, right down there to his left. Now, in the days of massive mainland downsizing, all that’s left on the mountain is a single green cedar, planted right at its very apex. He enjoys the great view one last time…

… since (Tron)Axis hides in the foliage with Wheeler above, deadly frisbee thingie in hand.

*SLICE*.

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