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When they reached the top of Birdtail and looked over, a surprise awaited them, like a field manifesting between the two matching, pencil shaped (ached nipples?) projectiles sticking up there, except in the distance. It shouldn’t. The cursed thing known as The Flesh Pit, mystery no more, would follow them wherever they went now — since they were a part of it, *inside* it, actually. To the edges of the Earth and beyond.

Then they found it back down on the plateau over an edge as well, reinforcing the insidedness. More projection.

Back in *our* reality (Our Second Lyfe):

“Damn thing wasn’t pushing through here yesterday!” Leroy Jackson Jones Johnson reported back to A. Pond over the incessant, evil humming. Uncle Barnacles’ replacement. A fellow Northerner ready to be replaced himself. ‘Bout time for A. to finally head down south to the “Slums” to pick up some new recruits, fresh meat matching fresh meat.

(to be continued)

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fruit loops

“Oh fer sure,” spoke Filona beside Nipple, who had two points of focus, right and left, balanced by center (319). “You just turn left by the safety ovens… or is it right?” she asked Nipple, who knew but didn’t say. She just shook her head. Filona continued. “Anyways, we gots ta run, Lester. But, just saying, you’re the best(!).” For tonight, she thinks while redonning her neon roller skates, leaving both in the dust. Nipple realizes she had to interact with Lester, since they were left alone. Right? she thinks. I have to interact with him, yes? Lester starts.

“Soo. You wanna go on a date? Down to that place by the harbour?” Turns out Nipple didn’t know Filona, althought they appear together in that photo just above. Accidental conjunction; Lester, with Nipple all along, just wanted to know how to get down to the bay where he’d heard there was a bitch’n bristo that served Hot Molten Silver (alcoholic drink).

“See that booth over there, Tabitha? That’s the one that’s going to collapse and kill Mommy while she’s standing under it buying that watermelon in 10 years, in fact (she checks her watch), 10 years to the month day and even minute.” Tabitha understandably begins crying. “Oh shush shush baby girl. It’s just an asteroid. Crushes Mommy’s head like, well, like a watermelon.” She edges closer to the fated booth, the scene of the future tragedy that cost then 11 year old Tabitha her mother. On her own she was beyond that. No: instead taken in by the triangle, the 32×32, which caused the “accident” in the first place, or, to use its lingo, the “occident”.

Like Mork in Terry Gilliam’s “Fisher King” movie, Tabitha had clearly gone insane through the experiencing, BOOOMB!!!!

Mommy was the triangle from then on, the only intact piece left. She carried it around in her mind, in her brain. It spoke to her constantly, and was even hard to shut up. It then predicted its own death. In the past. “I’ll be standing just over there baby girl.”

(to be continued)

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upstairs 02

Mr. Babyface was having that dream again about being submerged in lava. He wakes up.

Upside down again, he thinks. Better get some coffee on.

He pauses on his way to the tiny kitchen to reflect again on lava.

“Ichelus,” he mutters, and moves on.

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Ahh. Better, he thinks, downing a fresh brew. His nipples hurt this morning for some reason. He’ll buy some of that ointment at the store later on his aunt recommended. She had the same kind of problem, but in a larger way.

He stares out the mostly transparent wall at the many windowed building just beyond. Definitely not Collagesity this morning, he ruminates. The Kidd will be there. Can’t get too caffeined up before chatting with the precocious child. Third eye she has, he remembers. All seeing most likely, like the one that use to be in Collagesity. Mr. Babyface can’t quite recall the name of the broken deity, a mere idol these days at best. Kazzkark he thinks incorrectly, but for a reason.

Nothing upstairs now. He’ll make some beans later on. Will The Kidd fulfill her promise and bring the rest of her tower to what he knows now is truly Middletown? He thinks that would be cool.

He sets his coffee cup down on the table beside Big E and heads downstairs.

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BoB(ylon) Investigations 03

We then follow John Lockfry 02 back to the west side of BoB and the Jorondip sim, which has become a bit of a home away from home for Baker Bloch and family over the past several months. Granted, his larger of two squatter structures rezzed there has been deleted by the actual owner of the involved 512 square meter parcel a couple weeks back — more on that in a moment — but one still remains on a nearby, similar 512, a basically empty cottage containing one key object.

The below photo is of a neighboring house to all this, just up the hill but on banned property. Still, Lockry 02 found its sticky outie roof stuff — one blue and round, and the other brown and square — interesting and perhaps meaningful. And as I’m writing this, I realize, yes, this is Bogota again. Hints must be all over the area…

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On the 512 with Baker Bloch’s cottage appears this purse. Well, it’s actually a bag, but Lockfry 02 seems to believe it’s really a representation of a purse. Like the Curse Purse passed between Baker Blinker and his wife near the first of June. About the time Baker rezzed his Jorondip structures, actually.

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Also on the 512 is found this quite crazy display which appears to have once been a pony? At any rate, the eyeless head can be discerned (like a carved pumpkin again), but then there’s, according to the object’s description, a separate conglomeration containing a pink *nipple* which looks nothing like a nipple except in color maybe, atop an eye with green iris (another eye), atop an object that is suppose to be a pony’s leg. And then separate from these two is an ovoid prim that is supposedly a pony jaw. This is apparently rezzing gone wrong in the worse possible way. And why is a nipple here? JL2 marks it all down in his notes. He theorizes later that this is simply another representation of himself in blinded form.*

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An aerial view of the 512, dominated by a epicentral wind generator.

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A small woods on an adjacent 512 contains exactly 5 brown cypresses and 5 green cypresses, harking back to the Rubi Woods and its own equilibrium of same. Adding in the image from the fronting Plausible Body package, John Lockfry 02 guesses that this has something to do with balancing male and female energies. It’s like the eyes again, left and right. Open and closed, in effect. Bolded/italicized and regular/regular side by side, mixed into each other until you can’t tell the two apart. Even the geometric array of these 10 trees may contain information.

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John Lockfry 02 decides it’s time to investigate Baker Bloch’s cottage.

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A safe is found inside, the key object mentioned before. But JL2 has no key. What’s in it? Something as queer and disturbing as the completely warped pony just outside? Using remote viewing powers again, he finds that nothing is within. But there could have been at one time, and that’s what gnaws at him for a particular reason. Something has been removed? He knows this to be true.

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He later realizes it’s a simple cubic plywood prim cryptically named “curvy female pony”, the default building block for all of Second Life as we know and understand it. This is the wife.

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Another investigative hint coming from Quito’s Doggerland also in the Jorondip sim: a 10×10 array of photos…

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… reminding John Lockfry 02 that a parallel event to this may be the removal of a similarly cubic Edwardston Station Gallery and its Art 10×10 from Collagesity. You can sense the absence when visiting, even if you don’t understand the particulars.

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* A link found in the conglomeration: Meat Juices

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