“And so I think this is where we should end, hubby of mine.” Hubby, I think. I am! At least in this moment.
“You will always be Number One,” I said, surprising her. “All this is just an experiment. Like Prince; Prince liked to experiment. We are true creators, explorers. Like Star Wars, um, Star Trek. Just to see how far one can go, what’s out there and so on.”
White… blank. I was losing her.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0216, Dickey Trace, Jeogeot, Omega, Rea, Rodentia 02
“Us longies gotta stick together, right girlfriend?”
It was a sentiment actual boyfriend Eddy didn’t share. She was a 10 to him. Shorten the legs and she descends into a “mere” 9, better than almost anyone else but still not quite the same. Actually not quite the same atall. The one makes a whole lot of difference.
“Do you like me,” she imagines the likewise stretched out dummy next to her saying. “I mean–”
“I know,” she pretend talks back. “I’ve got my arm behind you in a suggestive manner. A-and I just called you girlfriend. But: no. It’s just an animation in the mat we’re both laying on; the only way I could face you. My Eddy is just over there. In the gallery. I got bored… as I do.” She pretended that Sally — yes, that’s her name — glanced over at the gallery too, saw Eddy’s silhouette in one of its windows. Just above the waterwheel with its two golden lions.
“There,” she points to the actually empty window with a new animation. “There’s my Eddy. Handsome and broad. Tattoos; oh the story I could tell you about those tattoos, phew (!).” She imagines wiping sweat from her forehead and continues. “Gave some to me too. Colorful ones. Here.” She raises her butterfly shirt a little to reveal more around the navel. “He said, let’s see, that I needed to have something at the end of my fish that can fly, escape the gravity of this dense dense Earth and its water dominated lands. He said, yes, birds were too busy — that was his description. Butterflies, he settled on. Primary ones, but red green blue instead of red yellow blue to heighten the escape… into the light. I sometimes imagine them as moths, heading to the sun up above and then even the moon at night, pulling me up with them. All the way to the stars.” She heaves a big sigh with this, pretending also to see tiny glints of light in the sky instead of clouds blasted clouds.
—–
Meanwhile Eddy is in front of this. tbc
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.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0506, Bandanaboro, Omega, Planet Q
Part 02…
It was a tight squeeze but she made it, newly placed crown just fitting under ceiling. Top of the kitty tower, Queen of the Basement. She surveys her queendom and deems it needs cleaning up. Pretty badly. She’s lost control of her 15 year old girl and 4 year old boy, her subjects. Better return to the Room and draw out a plan.
But she looked and looked but couldn’t find her way back. Just walls. She forgot that she was already in the Room. And always had been.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0114, Nautilus, Perch-Mistletoe, Planet Q, Upper Austra
I intended to paint abstract today but this muff fascinated me and I had to return to it. The textures, the color, the lighting. I was starting to get the swing of things. Abstraction tomorrow, then. I promise (to myself).
“Yo, brother of mine,” he called from the window, sneaking up on me as he often does when I’m painting, when I’m absorbed in the creative work. His friend Bardie came along this time. I like Bardie. Good with words, he is; helps me with my artist’s statements and artwork descriptions. Good egg.
“Yes, hello brother of *mine*. Welcome. I see you’ve helped yourself to the espresso machine through the window.” Does this all the time. Sometimes I wonder if he secretly has elastic arms. Queer thought to match a queer brother (but not in that way).
“Right right. Couldn’t wait.”
“How about you, Bardie?” As good as Bardie is with writing words, he’s bad with saying them. Really bad. He kept silent at first, as was his style. “Good,” he finally managed after about 10 seconds.
“You’re good as in you’re okay without coffee, orr, good as in you’d like a cup of coffee? Choose oh wise one.” But he just nodded, keeping the situation ambiguous. I decided to give him one just in case. He can let it sit there if he doesn’t want it.
“Tell you what, Bardie, this one’s on the house.” And I laid the cup I just poured down in front of his expressionless face. Ahh… paper, I think while staring at it. Next time I’ll put a piece of paper in front of him with a pen to derive needed answers. I wonder why I hadn’t thought of that approach before.
This led me to Paperville and dwelling on the old days (TBC).
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0202, Bellisaria, Continent 04, Paperville+, Weird-o Islands+
Where’s red?
I questioned these Freya III guys and they don’t know; thought the query nonsensical even. Crustaceans, eh? Am I right? Am I RIGHT? (TBC?)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0107, Cassiopeia I, Freya III, Starfield
“I got my first full blown color tattoos right here in [Dokken Hollow]. Eddy, my Edward, was also my tattoo artist of choice. In that way and more. Butterflies,” she elaborated. “Red green blue, like the primary colors.”
“Of light,” I tried to pinpoint. “Not the Earthy pigment kind.”
“That’s correct. Combined to make purest white. That’s the navel. But there was also yellow; the gold chain that came later was predicted. This represents, you could put it, my connection with the Mother Sphere — Earth as you say. I am from this Earth and to the Earth I will return. The body is temporary.”
“Of course,” is all I could think to say here.
“Eddy — my Edward again — said the butterflies are the fish released at the core center. They work my way up one leg to here. He said the fish should not continue, poopooing the idea I came in there with. He said fish should be paired or countered with birds — can’t remember which one he said now. But I do remember the ‘aha!’ and the sticking up of the index finger in the air to also indicate he had a brilliant idea. Come to think of it, the yellow was already there too. He said he needed to release the Earth. You are from the Mother, he said. But you are not *of* the Mother. You are your own self, (in) your own sphere. Butterflies should do the trick, he said. Birds would be too busy, he went on. Butterflies are simple — pure flight indicated. Less Earth. Yes, he said, let’s look at some patterns and I can have the whole thing done in an hour, 2 hours tops. And so that’s how I met Eddy.”
“You mentioned several tattoos. Several full blown color tattoos.”
“Two, yeah, I flipped over after that and he did the back as well. A tree, but with the same colors, mix in a dash of orange this time, a dab of purple. I basically had to take my tank top off. And that’s how it all got started. I have no excuses. I’m just telling you the way it went down. At last.”
“Amen to that,” I say.
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“Afterwards, he said he was closing at 5 because the band would be starting soon and he can’t take the noise. He pointed backwards, to the wall; toward the Bang Bang (Bar). I lose some business that way, I also remember him saying. Drunks coming in here from the bar, wanting to mark up their body in some way, in some fashion, often to keep up with the Tom, Dick, and Harrys of the world. Or compensation. OR — Tomasina, um, let’s see, Diedra I guess, and then Harriets to end all that (laugh).”
“Of course,” I say again. “Female to male.” I wondered if the mention of Tom was accidental but that’s just how my mind works these days.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0107, Dokken Hollow, Jeogeot, Rodentia 02
My old haunt NWES City: devolving and most likely soon ceasing to be.
For example, the interesting trailer park across the road from Moe’s old bar: gone. Moe’s former building with the red square now in front: empty. Probably has been for a while, rent due who knows when.
The 4 (red yellow green blue) into 5 butterflies (add: orange) weren’t fulfilled, pheh. Could they have ever been? I think in a probable reality this is so. Everything Collagesity went into everything NWES City, smaller to larger, and made a new whole. Subways were completed. The, ahem, downtown elements of the burg were better balanced by the cleaner uptown ones. A clearer core center was established.
Hehehe.
But I haven’t given up on it quite yet. Or at the very least Wheeler hasn’t.
(to be continued?)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0047, 0106, Apple's Orchard, Jeogeot, NWES Island
These butterflies were circling fast around her now. Wheeler had been released, although Douglas technically remains at zero as black becomes white ’round back while white becomes black up front. Erasure (infinity). *When* she wakes up.
—–
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Lake,_Sullivan_County,_New_York
According to local lore, its Native American name was Kauneonga—meaning lake with two wings (the lake has a figure 8 layout resembling wings).
—–
“If I would have told Bob the Builder up front that he had to power to fix The Burg’s infrastructure all along,” she made small talk with him afterwards, “he wouldn’t have believed me. He had to find out for himself.”
Her creation thought about this for a moment — the time lag of the admittance and the unnecessariness of it — then emitted: “Noot. *Logical*.”
“You’re *right,* Douglas. It doesn’t make sense. And that’s why there’s a sphere involved. Black becomes white as white becomes black. Another erasure to match the first.”
She wakes up.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0608, End of Time+, HANA LEI, New York, Oz
“There she is, Emily. The new mayor.”
“*Not* the same as the old mayor,” replied Emily, trying not to look behind her. It was hard. And what was all that butterfly, um, *gear* she was wearing? But it was just all part of her power. She couldn’t help asking aloud, though. She leans over, and says not far above a whisper: “Butterflies?”
“All part of the power; perks of the job,” responded Charlene. Knew it.
“Who would *want* that?” Still leaning, still just above a whisper.
“I hear ya. But…” she decides to say since they were leaning in to each other, being more secretive. “What about Wolvie?”
“What *about* Wolvie?” Emily says.
“You know, because he’s, ahem, the mayor’s son. Like I’m the mayor’s daughter. *Old* mayor. And *Shelley*.”
“Shelley’s not in this story,” shot back Emily New Moon, tired of hearing about the old. New is the thing now. And Wheeler fits right in, she thinks. She’s tired of the mother-daughter-son talk, the Unholy Triangle. Speaking of which…
—–
“I wish, Edward, that you’d be more sympathetic to my plight. I’m *married*.” Edward, her Ed, was in danger of fading away himself under her new butterfly power and he knew it. Wheeler had to disappear in order for him to even been seen atall in this setting. He had no other choice than to wait in the background, biding his time. At the backwards flowing waterfall.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0312, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, South Lake, The Burg+
