Before hopping into the shower, Shelley/Wheeler decides to assume that pose again she saw Bigfoot take in Concrete WA and stare at the results in the mirror before her. *Am* I Bigfoot? she couldn’t help think with her library eyes in place, no need for aiding glasses any more, a block to deeper knowledge. All Knowledge. Especially given that she could animated herself this way in the first place. Library… might as well call it “built in”. Thanks to a witch. TBC
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We return end to beginning again, Omega to Alpha style. What to me is obviously the quintessential Google Street View car (get back to that soon) ends up perched on top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris after a long long journey through many many lands, mission fulfilled.
Final resting spot acquired, its quintessential driver who is also a shooter now has time to reflect on what they’ve been through, Old Sweetback in Concrete WA being perhaps the last victim, the quintessential thing being shot at, the illusive Bigfoot found, the Holy Grail of Earthly mysteries. No need to go on.
But then I find out that the Omega continent of Our Second Lyfe is slated to be completed after 17 years, its missing southeast corner filled in at long long last. This happens to be where I began my Google Street View related posts in these here photo-novels. Utah.
So let’s get that car back on the streets again. Approach from the west this time to highlight the mirroring aspect of the involved 14.5 mile Francis-Marion circle, Samak > Kamas.
Right on the line we are (!). Wasn’t planned that way.
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“Dancccce for me Old Swwweetback!
“You can’t get away frommm me! I have the RETAR–
STOP
GO
“And so that’s how Rudy got paired with Cane, as in Cain. Graphic.”
He’d made a good point about the 4th collage exhibited in the Concrete gallery, right on the side of his detective agency. Background source image to close, he said. We build up from there… in the past.
He went back in the afternoon that one time, just to see what would change. Investigation continues…
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“Good. Good good good! I feel *rejuvenated*.” But it was the excitedly pointing cane talking this time, ha.
We downloaded an image of the liner notes from the source DVD this newest cane appeared in the exact center of — “Barkley’s Barnyard Critters: Mystery Tail” — and put it on a prim for closer inspection. “There, *there*. That’s me (*SWIG*)!
“Rudy the cane!” he named himself as his master (servant?) continued to drink. Ventriloquist!
“It says ‘Ru’y,'” I say back, just going along for the ride, the adventure. “With an apostrophe.” But then I realized the “D” was simply erased for some reason. Trying to bury the message deeper?
“I *hate* Snakeworthy Price,” he issued, remembering that bit as well.
As Frank hovering beside him somewhere, I also realized that the Old Sweetback character pictured just above Rudy with arms folded behind his head had recently appeared in my photo-novel here, 50th in number (so many!). Concrete WA’s MIB (Man in Brown), face obscured again. Wi-erd.
The plank is the cane! I also realized, moving my attention to the car. TBC
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Concrete,_Washington
The town of Concrete has undergone several incarnations, the earliest being a settlement at the northwestern junction of the Baker and Skagit Rivers, known as “Minnehaha.” Amasa “Peg-Leg” Everett was one of the earliest settlers and in 1890, the townsite was platted by another settler, Magnus Miller. Shortly thereafter, a post office was established and the town name changed to “Baker.” In 1905, a settlement across the Baker River came into being due to the building of the Washington Portland Cement Company and was named “Cement City.” After the Superior Portland Cement Company plant was built in Baker in 1908, it was decided to merge the two towns. Inhabitants of the new community settled on the name “Concrete” and the town was so christened and officially incorporated on May 8, 1909.
“And so that’s how the name Cement was applied to the village. Along, ahem, with the whole cement texture thing. Cement Village founded by me, Baker B. Creating concrete reality, concrete truth on these western shores of the Nawt Vaya Sea that will last for centuries years.”
No one was buying what Baker — Bloch here instead of Blinker, the female half, the “Other Baker” — was saying about the name, not screen watching Hucka Doobie, not Wheeler Wilson, not fellow Mr. Moon t-shirt wearing Newt or any of the other (unpictured) core avatars sitting around this round table in the lower part of Frank’s castle. This was pure accident plain and simple. *Synchronicity*. The concrete part only applied to bigfoot…
… truly roaming the bordering Nawt Vaya Sea much like the similarly fantastical seeming Alcoholic Sea Monster that recently swallowed Daisy’s Hole in the Wall bar because of the spanking new batch of delicious, home-made brew inside. Taste over buzz: just what Daisy was aiming for. But not in this way, not in this manner. She had to start over from scratch.
Continuing…
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Just later:
“Given XXX Dream right before this on Main Street, don’t you think Bear Square just across the road from Red Square Head Woman equals Bare Square, as in baring it all?”
“Could be, Mouse. Can I call you Mouse?”
“Dr., please.”
“Alright, Mouse.”
“Father, then.”
“Father,” I acquiesced. Didn’t want to get in a row this early in the morning. 11:25. Better head back in the woods!
“This is the start of it all. Red Square. As in *highlighted*!” This mention made my row alert go even higher as I knew that one thing could lead to another and another until it’s out of control like a Baker’s Dozen, never mind the interval remaining at zero. I couldn’t take the chance.
“W-what about the plank of wood sticking out either side of his car?” I try to divert the build up. “Balancing act? Michael Kane?”
He peered at me through half dead eyes, as if his batteries had just run out or a fuse had been blown. How long could he hold on at this advanced stage? Constantly flying to the moon in his Jim Beamed UFO. Jack Daniels; whatever. And *is* this actually Mouse? is always a question that is swirling around my head these days, the good Dr. himself returned, what is it, *two* times now? The cane makes the man — that’s what he told me. Doesn’t matter as much about the body, apparently.
Picture to end, with him sitting in his seat, *his* seat, before the single video feed we still have in the castle. Gotta get to work on acquiring a second for sure now that everyone has come back, Philip Strevor included, maybe even his girlfriend Nada. Right next door, though, since Mouse, er, Father occupies the lower bedroom. Right – next – door. That can’t be long term either. Philip or Father Fecked here, one or the other, must go. Daisy totally agrees.
New, significant center spotted? Who knows with this one. Could just be the liquor speaking again.
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MIB (Man In Brown)…
… posing/showing himself
XXX dream
people don’t want to see
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Sunklands 