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November 16, 2025 · 4:14 pm

00480513 (death (and life!) on 2)

He walked and walked, again and again. He also lived and lived again and again. Death is not the end. Death is deathinitely not the end. He pics up the mic. He sings. He’s ready to rock and rule the world once more. In a better, more refined way this time.

He stops at Day and doesn’t proceed into Night. He’ll learn from past mistakes. He becomes fixed in time. And space. And thankfully not a lot remains of Wheeler still as I look over, not enough to tell. Sheer Heart Attack the single merges back into Sheer Heart Attack the album as he belts out the tune.

I am Pansy Mouse the pure white Zero Hero standing in the center of it all who approves this message. Naked as a j-bird, I also can’t help but start dancing…

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November 16, 2025 · 2:27 pm

00480512 (happy (cobalt = Kabusie?))

There’s Wheeler, my better (female) half, carefully walking the 8-5-6-7-4-1-2-3-0/ blue-yellow-red-green-cobalt-violet-orange-marroon-white segments of the ground level labyrinth again.

But there’s not a lot else in this 2 story Temple of TILE mostly under the waters of the Nawt Vaya Sea. No piano like before, no place to sit atall. 39 prims to play around with on the property. I could bring back both the piano and pipe organ with that, ALL KEYBOARDS.

Wheeler stops before crossing from green into cobalt again. “Is this suppose to be *me*?” she calls up. “What kind of girl do you think I am, hubby of mine?”

You know what kind of girl you are, I wanted to say back down. But instead I said: “I’ll remove it asap. It’s certainly in bad taste anyway, considering what happened to Freddy.”

“There.” We wouldn’t see a difference from the above angle but there’s a difference. With the subtraction of 1, Mercury X. Rising stands alone with no 2 to follow.

Now walk, Mercury X. Rising, walk. Live again! Wheeler should have been passing by this transition spot in the labyrinth right about… here.

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November 15, 2025 · 2:33 pm

00480510

Yes, I can do this (!): use the Recorder tool on the Developer Menu to record my avatar’s walking positions through the 7 circuit Temple of TILE labyrinth, also called a classic labyrinth. And today’s chosen avatar Alice Tart here can trace the labyrinth over and over and over using the loop option that comes with the recording. It’s pretty profound. You start with blue around the outer rim, accomplishing a single circle before “descending” into the center till you meet yellow, then walk the yellow segment around to start going back out till it meets red, then walk red till it meets green, but then you don’t return to blue here, no no. Keeping to green, you stop walking outward and once again descend toward the center to meet cobalt, working inward this time to violet, then starting to move outward again through orange, then maroon, then descend again into the very center colored white to end. Here end loops back with beginning, and you walk the line out of the center straight toward the blue rim to start the process over again.


Alice walking from green into cobalt

Recordings cannot be saved so I’ll have to record each session individually. But, like I said, once recorded you can walk endlessly within one login. Impressive! Successful test. 🙂

We can number successive walking steps the following way by color:

blue – 8
yellow – 5
red – 6
green – 7
cobalt – 4
violet – 1
orange – 2
maroon – 3
white – 0

or 8-5-6-7-4-1-2-3-0

This number sequence translated into our 7 circuit or classical labyrinth could look like this:

More on its construction:

https://www.labyrinthos.net/layout.html

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June 18, 2025 · 7:26 am

00470211 (brick)

“You’ve got to hide me, Roberts. Behind the secret wall with the dog. My girlfriend Tessa’s trying to kill me again!”

“Again?” questions Roberts, then uses her own magical 3rd eye to discover the truth. “Ahh. *Overlap*. Again — right.”

“Right?”

“Well. If you go back there there’s a fair chance he’ll absorb you, the 20 right and the 4 left, which are all wrong.”

“20 right and 4 left, er, wrong, yeah. Got it.”

“That leaves you with 5/6ths odds of your self surviving. I’m just telling you the risks up front.”

As an answer, Arthur Kill lays his own 6 shooter on Roberts’ desk, part of the deal. He’s desperate. He’s seen the Oracle map of New York into New Jersey, south into north. He knows he doesn’t stand a chance against *her*. These are certainly better odds than the Mexican standoff he’s facing otherwise. That damn eye (!). The only way to beat it is to find another eye. Thus: Roberts here.

Roberts inspects the gun and sees that it is the correct one. She presses a button under her desk. The door opens, Spider revealed to him once more. 2130, etc…

“You are free to enter, Arthur Stanford Kill.” She keeps staring at him intensely. He faced life and death if he didn’t do this but he also faces it here, just not with the odds stacked totally against him. Can he stay positive and not descend into negativity? That’s the ultimate question. His survival still depends on it.

(to be continued)

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December 22, 2023 · 9:55 am

Raccoonsity

“Billie’s filling in for me at the bar while I make this call. She’s a doll, really.”

(reply)

“No. I mean she’s really a doll — mechanical.”

(reply)

“Yeah, they make them in this world too. This *Humansville.*”

(reply)

“Of course not.”

(reply (reiteration))

“I’m pretty much fully disguised now. I have a job. I have new, human clothes.”

(reply)

“Oh it’s what they decided to call an iron and red number, a retro dress.”

(reply)

“Oh I’m blending in.”

(reply)

“Eddie? He’s taking it in stride. He says, get this, it’s better than the cow outfit, haha.”

(reply (laugh as well))

“Listen I gotta run. Billie’s glancing over at me. Don’t want to make her suspicious. You know mechanoids. Takes them a while to get the scent but once they do they sniff and sniff–”

(reply)

“No, I have enough money, thanks. I’ll call you later.”

And with this she hangs up the retro phone into its retro receiver and moves toward the bar again, ready to resume her shift.

Just in the nick of time, phew! Suddenly busy.

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September 2, 2023 · 3:07 pm

00390615

And so we end with a waterfall which turns into a new river, replacing the old. Clean to filthy. Clear to chocolate. The overarching sim of River has been redeemed and revitalized from the top (4000m) down. In other words, the Void has spoken.

“Hey,” says Tronesisia to her quickly drying robot companions, prying her vision away from surfboarding Bart on the falls — couldn’t pass up the opportunity. “Check out the little clockwork people coming out of the building over there. Wonder if they have anything to do with this?

“Let’s go over and make friends.”

“Oh boy,” says my hot ass computer, ha, supporting 4 avatars in 4 separate windows at once.

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September 2, 2023 · 9:04 am

additional River scenes

“Are you going to light a candle for him, Archie?”

“Nah I’m just checking out his junk.”

“Awesome. Soo. Do you not like Freddie Mercury or something?”

“Of course, dude. The guy that wrote ‘Stairway to Heaven’!”

“Ummm.”

—–

“I’ve let you down, Robert. I’ve become a big fat blueberry again.”

Robert looked over, didn’t see a blueberry girl. He saw himself. In another for a change. “I… forgive?”

“No this can’t be forgiven what I’ve done,” she insisted. “I want you to just go ahead and puncture me. Stab me with your stabby thing. Just get it over with. I need to be dejuiced.”

Again, Robert didn’t see anything to “dejuice”. Just a woman, lonely, bad self image, needing a change, trapped in a job with, overall, negative energy pervading. Kind of like…

“I’ll remember your smile,” he said, again surprising himself with his empathy. “You were, an ordinary person to me at the time. No crazy. I was tired of crazy, see. The looks in the eyes.”

“I read from your collection,” she said, wiping her eyes of tears, wiping her nose a bit, shoving back the black hair from the blue-purple face. She was tired of her hair. She was going to get it cut, maybe dyed again. She wanted to be someone different. “I read about… me.”

—–

“I know who you are. Just go ahead and do it. Change. Admit the similarity.”

“Cold in here,” she tries to deflect, then gives up. “Oh, o-*kay*.”

—–

“Where did *this* come from??”

“Relax Bulby,” assured calm Tronesisia to the left. “We’re waterproof.”

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August 4, 2023 · 7:52 am

extreme resonance

“Well I have to admit I’m *jealous* Mr. Z. You’ve done such a fabulous job here…”

“Aw *shucks*. T’wernt nothing.” His true face on the many masked backpack he always carries around identifies itself by turning slightly red here.

“And I’ve, well, I’ve barely touched the Temple of TILE. So jealous…”

Mr. Z reached over, patted his hand. “We’ll work on it… *together*.”

“Sweet of you.”

“But first I have to make a journey. Across the island, south side instead of north. I have to go see where my cousin is, the other Mr. Z, the one they specifically named and called Zimmy. Last I heard: with a Beech.

Al’s cell phone rang. “I have to take this,” he said to the historian living on the second floor of Crooked in the village of Constantynople who had just recreated, to the best of his ability, the famous TILE channeling room where a 3rd cousin to himself and Zimmy, Olive Oylstick (who we’ve already met in this here photo-novel at the end of section 01), gave the virtual and real worlds her uber-important manifesto. All the answers to the universe, some say are in there. Trouble was, no one really knew how to properly decode the almost indecipherable document yet. Mr. Z was hoping that this re-creation was a step in that direction, along with coordination with Al and his high connections, TOM we’re talking about here. Who is on the other side of the line with Al now. Let’s listen in as best we can.

“Yeah it’s a nice day here in Constantynople, thanks for asking. What’s on your mind, TOM?”

Reply. I thought I heard the word Jasper, which was confirmed just ahead.

“Oh. Sorry to hear about that, TOM. So, hmm, I guess you’ll be staying in the Waste now. Is that where I find you?”

Longer reply. Perhaps a minute or even two.

“For now, huh?” Al responds. “Seeing what develops in Jasper — not giving up on it. Okay, as long as I know where you are.” Then, glancing over his shoulder at the setup within, Al gives him some news that he thinks will cheer his superior boss up.

(to be continued)

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January 23, 2022 · 9:35 am

Elvira

Her flying craft landed with a soft crash on the beach, barely avoiding a dancing Grey.

Well, I’m finally home, she thought, and unbuckled her red seatbelt holding her still naked body secure within.

No need to put clothes on for the extended visit, she figured. Since she was seeing her “mountain man” again, ha. She’d just be out of them in a jiffy.

Scorpios, pheh.

—–

These Greys weren’t as lucky.

Jenny.

No naked.

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April 12, 2021 · 8:43 am

GUMMMMP!

Q: Who is Publius Enigma, what is the meaning of it all, and what is the treasure to be had? A: (Uncle Custard) As the Infamous Q has emphasized, ‘you humans are so limited’. This is a project for all those out there with higher IQ’s, it does require a mastery of diverse languages, along with a lot of spare time.

The Publius sim was a stranger one, so close to Public Nudity yet so far. Not being multi-lingual I decided to tread lightly from this central spot, a default landing point on a bridge. I looked down. I recall the red dress. And the woman inside.

—–

Hucka Doobie continued to read on the floor, then, momentarily: “22 is a good one, Baker Bloch. I think I might like that best.” About 20 minutes later: “Here, just here.” She points to the book before her. “Barry DeBoy is in The Waste but it’s *not* the Waste. What was the name of that place?”

Baker Bloch was still fiddling around with the piano, to mix a metaphor. He paused in the effort to recall, which he couldn’t. “Something about numbers,” is all he could distantly offer.

“We should look that up. The place should be separated from The Waste. Not everything has to be Hana Lei if it is the unknown.”

“Suppose.” He started again with the bad “Chopsticks”, hell bent on mastering it before night’s end.

—–

My home! I think excitedly while still peering down. Pink’s motel that she runs. *Mom*. And… Suisan. I am D-Boy, which means I make a lot of D’s which makes me a Dunce with a capital D. So says Suisan. Before she fully understood my special gifts. I learned to make Art with a capital A, an accomplishment that needed to be acknowledged. I stare into the transposed Tiger’s mouth. Black Diamond. CITY.

A friend waits outside beyond the screened in studio. “Hellooo?” My best friend. My only friend. I wind him up and he winds me down. Now we just have to figure out how to return to the White Palace and get that ruby red key.

—-

“Got it!” But Hucka Doobie was fast asleep by now.

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