… in Bellisaria on one of the numerous continents — sub-continents some call them but nevermind that now — Father Fecked’s cane came alive and started to shake violently. When it finally settled down after about 7-10 minutes, it seemed to firmly point somewhere ahead now instead of being useful as a walking aid, with the suddenly non-lame Father having no other choice but to follow. Jesus and the rest of his manifested gang — Plastiman, Pigg, Bully — tagged along too (see tags). TBC
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I kick the can further down the road, see R Y B “Goth” aliens riding atop a green UFO picking up not a basketball but a man, it appears. Beamed. Jack Beamed. Father we can assume.
The buck stops there, end of a (red) line, end of a life. The green man removes his head to pay respects. Zappa was not to be engaged for the great uncle and his great nephew during this time, so is gray hidden behind green. Never mind that’s actually Ringo Starr standing in for Frank Zappa from “200 Motels”. One and the same (again).
A miniature Baker Bloch looks at 7 stones piled one on top of one on top of one, expanded from an original four. Tiny red and blue animated robots are stuck on either side, unable to approach each other and become one. Dixie.
Let’s begin again. Hands…
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0115, collages 2d, Google Street View, Middletown, Red Umbrella
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Hello! Newborn in the sim of Newbank, as close as I can get.
And hello — neighbors! “Howdy neighbors!” I say aloud to them.
“Howdy stranger,” they say back in kind of unison — unenthusiastically. Debbie downers I sense. A pig and, let’s see, a bully I suppose?
And on down the pool, a Father and his Son. What fun we’re having already!
Now to get out of Newbank, if not Newbrooke, the overall continent we’re in. Baby steps first.
“You all right over there, Jesus?”
“I’m okay; just got blocked by this, er, block.” And then he crosses the line too. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0111, Bellisaria, Continent 04








