After the kiss, he was different: taller, darker, more withdrawn. He danced to the beat of his own drum (she thought as he drummed his hands against the side of his legs). She realized this wasn’t going to work. Nothing cook’n in here.
Time to open up the oven door and make a withdrawal.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0032, 0112, Frog Isles, Lower Austra^, Nautilus, Yd Island^
It always seemed to be raining on the island. Lightning and raining. She decided to use the transformative powers she intended for Opine on herself. Failure! How many times had she reenacted the tragedy in her head. Why did she position that particular tank over the stairs. Why had she not thought of the trajectory made when he fell to the floor. First time! But she had decided, unconsciously, she wanted it this way all along. A real true to life woman she was now, an Eve without an Adam. Dammit, Axis. If only I hadn’t been greedy and ordered two fer one Opine would had been stored in the safe tank, the red one instead of blue. Blue stands for dangerous future as opposed to safe past. Best to cut it off at the present, best to stay below the horizon line. Or at least keep the body down there, hmph. Pheh. Bleh! She threw up colors again, thinking about that head, that face…
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0610, Nautilus, Retirement Islands, Wild West
We start again at the House on the Hill at the summit of one of those islands we just spoke about, the two stranger ones representing retirement itself. A figure both male and female, one locked inside the other. And behind him or her, in the kitchen. A ghost.
We can call it a rock.
We can call it a planet.
It is the same size as our Earth.
It is associated with the color blue (like our Earth).
But it is not Earth.
It is from somewhere else.
And we need to treat it with respect.
I’ll let the darker one sleep this time, she thinks from her couch of power as the awakened lighter one is released to the floor.
But an occident occurred as he dropped too far and spilled down the stairs instead. “Oh my God oh my GOD.”
We could say the neck was snapped but that wouldn’t be the half of it.
(to be continued?)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0603, Nautilus, Retirement Islands, Wild West
I was back to the beginning point. They were staring at each other across a space I knew represented 2. The missing letter! Now to divide it in 2 and make two one’s about it.
The protective stone that is also an eye magically appeared in the middle. Everything was going to be all right (secret kept).
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0515, Iowa, Long Islands, Nautilus, Wild West
Looks like it’s official! Alysha and Man About Time are a legitimate couple, synchronized with each other at 112 posts apiece. Axis isn’t happy, but he has Wheeler according to this list, whoever the heck that happens to be at the moment, ha (it’s Alysha).
And then on the very next page of this largest to smallest character ordering we have another couple, two men this time, also mysteriously traveling through time and space as a harmonized pair. Our Marty and our Roger Pine Ridge with 64 apiece. If we didn’t know that Marty is actually short for McCartney we know that now. And Pine Ridge is a similar “advancement” over Waters. Both are rock stars extraordinaire, and as such they have the right to examine The Rock in Real Life. First things first, though.
https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2s10nz
Hopefully Alysha and MAT are as happy together (like Turtles) when they’re 64, but I kind of doubt it. The relationship could end any month, day, hour, minute, second. I’ll have to recheck when I finish this post.
Seems like our old bloodied vampire friend Pitch Darkly also has 64, but we’ll take care of that quick-smart.
There.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0505, Heterocera, Metropolis, Nautilus, Rubi^, Ruby's Empire/Fishers Island^, Upper Austra^
“I know this is only our second date,” Jeffrie Phillips began again. Eraserhead Man had decided to move the location of the shoot to nearby Antares Isles, just northwest of Fio Fum. The Giant For A Day post title can wait. Or can it? “But I’m a marrying type, I’ll warn ya. I want to marry you. I think, I *know*… I love you.” He turned toward her, Redd For A Day. She of course wasn’t expecting this. Blue script; in the white one she would have slapped him, knowing what he did on that filthy yacht just yesterday while she was with Thomas getting her tattoo. He promised to stick to the clean one from now on. And that’s where they got married. Just back there, in the background. And then they lived in the submarine home a little closer, on the largest and most northern of the 3 or 4 isles in the chain, right near the yacht, pointing toward it like a time bomb. Julius was born a little while later — well I guess it would have to be at least 9 months later. Jeffrey named him while she was busy reading her current furniture and fashion magazine on the far isle again, just where they are now, in the present. A black child for a white couple but that was just part of the magic.
They set a date. March 1, 2022. The day the music died.
Ironic that while perusing black and white photos in that fashion and furniture magazine during Julius’ illicit naming event back there she was thinking about Newt. And Annaberg — why did she ever leave that Sunklands burg in the first place?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0406, Jeogeot, Lands End, Lower Austra^, Nautilus, Newtown, Wild West
The situation had subtly but importantly changed. Axis was in the old Chevrolet now, and its coat of red paint had faded to pink, perhaps over time but perhaps not. Just pink: one of a kind. He remembers being married to Alysha, who was formerly Wendy and so on and so on. Took a while to jar his memory. A t-shirt should do the trick, she thought earlier. Except she couldn’t buy one — she had absolutely no power in this *New Eden*, none at all. The rib belonged to Adam again. She had to just tell him. Up straight.
“Axis.”
“Axis?”
“Yes: Axis. Now listen.”
—–
“I wish I could say this is a good place I brought you to, like John F. Kennedy City, a decent burg, a city you’d want to raise your kids up in and send them to school, packing their lunch box with goodies like corn chips and cherry squirt soda. But it’s not. This is a sour place instead. I — don’t want you to even look around. This is like *Florida*.” Indeed Alaska had been left behind, exercise fanatic Douglas Fairbanks and the rest, although we may pick up his particular story later.
We next find them driving down Rib in search of answers, heading toward an intersection with Eve and the truth.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0209, Florida, New Eden^^
These SILHOUETTES, foreground leaves in retrospect, are *directly* west of dancing Hucka Doobie and Axis in 00310117. They also seem to be “dancing” on a corner of Monroe. Compare.
Despite the leafy origins, I’ve decided it is not coincidence and instead a channeling event, call me crazy (“You’re crazy!”).
Conclusion: we never left the red car. Let’s see what the two are up to currently.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0205, Bay City/Nova Albion^, Iowa, Sansara
I was dancing with Hucka Doobie under the red car and next thing I know I wake up here. I’m beginning to think this world isn’t real, ha. Oh well. I’ll wait until I’m called again, pheh. Hopefully something out of the tall weeds.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0201, Crisp Sea, Lower Austra^, Nautilus, Wild West
“Shall we?”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0117, Bay City/Nova Albion^, Iowa, Sansara
Sunklands 