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00520209
“Okama Majo won’t succumb to temptation like I did, Caucasian Tommy Brade — TOM. *I’ll* make sure of that.” He was needlessly applying suntan lotion to his upper middle aged body with its monstrous, perpetually pipe penetrated head always smoking Blue Pennant instead of inferior Red Dragon. Call it another perk of the afterlife, like the inability of his skin to burn (old habits die hard). He never ran out of the superior tobacco brand now; no more long trips up to the hillbilly and fairy infested counties of lower east central West Virginie for a replenishing of his otherwise rare stock. It was never a pleasant stay.
“Bees,” C.T. Brade said back, also known as Tommy One Shoe. He wasn’t looking at his football throwing hand like during his first visit to Zebrasil in the middle of the Korean Channel in the center of the Jeogeot continent of the world of Our Second Lyfe those many years ago but down at his knees. A little below actually, peering over and between them at his one remaining foot, now shoeless and on fire. Mr. Babyface stopped needlessly rubbing for a minute and stared with him, understanding the meaning. His big face made an expression like he was his puffing on inferior again instead of superior, time back on.
“You think you have those 2 forest girls exactly where you want them,” he said after imagining the return of the burning, the Red.
“*POP*,” TOM sounds. “*POP POP*. *POP*.”
Yeah they can’t kill you I know, Babyface thinks to himself, not daring to speak more because of Tom’s naked/barefooted threat. But we have other weapons they can use. We’ll keep planting them around, like trees. You’ll see.
He had had enough of seeing red and turned away.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0209, Baederwood, Jeogeot, Rodentia 02, West Virginia, Xilted
00520113
She sits down in a seat near the center and starts thinking about Okama; her old band Mosquitoes rebranded as Silver; the former members Don and… No Lag! She hadn’t interacted with the classically trained guitarist in maybe one full photo-novel, a long time down here as opposed to up there. 8 1/2 times longer our user Baker Bloch has determined in his wise guy ways. They were on stage together, she recalled. Then she turned toward the guitarist, let forth a brutal hook kick that booted her out of the band as symbolic united with literal. She hadn’t seen her since that day in late April’s May. And they’ve been rock’n ever since, Okama and her. “Beatles over Beethoven,” she shouted once or twice after the conversion, always thinking about that kick when she did. “One and done one and done!” she also cried that one time. Twice. In her mind, No Lag magically manifested on the couch over there, ready to discuss the situation anew.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0113, Bull's Bar, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00520112
Duck clad, duck protected Shelley stares through the triangle provided at the top of the ramp and recognizes the metallic pink car in the distance. It’s from the same stacked piles of old autos she and fellow Silver band member Okama Majo perched on top of about 15 posts back and contemplated the removal of the tip from the other sand edifice in town viewed in the distance, the male to complement the female — much like in Okama Majo’s body itself.
She then thinks she hears a single cry from below — human. Spooked at first, she rationalized that it must have been the effects of wind produced when she turned away from the car. Yes that must be it, she solidifies in her mind, just like No Lag solidified a banana immediately below her in order to say *SORRY* once more.
Down the next ramp she goes. Into the heart of the thing. tbc
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0112, Bandanaboro, Omega
00520105
“There he goes again out to her, Olaka.”
“I see her, ” he replied to his twin bro-sis Okama, on pink this time. They take turns. His was the Middle Ages.
“Might as well be tied to the mast of that small vessel, you know. Siren call.”
“Not Calypso but getting there,” Olaka said to close. Too close.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0105, Bandanaboro, Dickey Trace, Mythopolis, Omega, Wazob
00510613 (Pink St.)
The truth about the central Prince statue of Hate Cy, Planet Q has been revealed by the illuminating sun continuing to rise in the morning sky, dispelling more darkness and shadow hour by hour, second by second, minute by minute. The common people also emerge from the black to rise up and challenge the affluent, suburbian biased white folk hiding in their Ivory Towers all around. The night lights advertising super mega corp CATTY CO controlling the center wink out one by one by one. The edifice MUST be torn down!
—–
“I’m glad it’s being town down,” opined Shelley J. *Struthers* sitting just above fellow *Silver* band member Okama Majo on a stack of old cars at the western edge of town, everything reset now.
“I just hope everyone will understand and remember what happened,” he said back, noticing the tip of the more distant sand thing had already been removed.
But what *did* happen? That’s something we still have to find out. tbc
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0613, Bandanaboro, Omega, Planet Q
00510610
“I wait in front of the motel for Shelley to come back with some ice. ‘I’m staying put,’ I said before she disappeared around the corner. ‘I’m expecting the shipment of The Hitcher aan-y time and don’t want to miss it. Can’t get distracted.’ ‘Suit yourself, lover,’ and (she) was gone from me in more ways than one but I didn’t realize it at the time.
“So I waited. And I waited. The text I received along with placing the order said it may take up to 15 minutes for delivery but 25 and still nada. And Shelley hadn’t returned either. Slowly it dawned on me like a peeled banana glistening in the morning dew after 30, 50 and especially 70, the Platinum phase of it all. The Hitcher hadn’t shown up because there is nothing to hitch, I say to myself, idiom mode switched on again. The marriage to Shelley, the name change to Silver for first me and then her through me, never happened, pheh. And here I sit all lonely and worn out on a worn out bench in front of a lonely motel in seedy town perhaps named for a banana called Bandana with one in my pocket instead of change — money. Absentmindedly I fish around in it, even pulling them inside out to empty the potential contents. Nada once more. Shelley had gone back to a very much alive Okama not as a lover but a partner still with a shared love of music, vocals and keyboards respectively. Okama’s bro Olaka never peeled off into his own reality to create a (Burger) King, (Dairy) Queen east to west line of eating establishments ending with Jack which stands for Jack shite now I suppose. He remained at the hospital, staring down at a bed containing not the corpse of Okama about to be covered up with a sheet by assistant Luther but an empty one which Okama stood up from 12 hours ago to exit the place and return to the Land of the Fully Living. Where he went just afterwards also makes for an interesting story — but I have to shift to omniscient author to tell it.”
“Well go ahead,” Hucka D. urged, still beside me, still my personal AI of sorts. Until we can sort out the other.
“He returned to the location where he theorized he contracted the highly contagious disease called Pill that almost did him in in the first place. The *Head*.”
“The Head of Bandanaboro,” clarified Hucka. “The sand colored one directly connected to a same colored Body with a total length of around 100 feet.”
“The same,” I say. “He recalls giving Shelley a tour of the town before their 5 night gig had started, beginning with this Head which he said was a place in town you could hang your hat on.”
“Idiom mode again,” said Hucka D. to this. “Now change it to idiot, as in the stupidity of heading from the Head down into the Body through the esophagus, also known as the gullet also known as the food pipe in some circles if not doctor’s circles. Olaka would never have called it that. He would always say esophagus and also steer away from gullet.”
“Okay that’s good,” I say to Hucka’s speech, remembering why I placed her here in the first place. To hear, to speak, to breathe, to live. I had to hear this out.
“But — here’s the thing he recalled,” I continued. “Due to warped perspective caused by that picture we already looked at…
…Shelley went both up and down the stairs into the meat of the Body. Like this. Can you see?” tbc?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0610, Bandanaboro, Omega
00510608
“God I hate that itchy thing,” O*laka* Majo complains about his doctor’s outfit he’s shedding as fast as possible now that Tony B. and Shelley J., the newly minted Silvers, are out of eyeshot and earshot and heading back to their motel kind of on the opposite side of town. Him: heading sort of the opposite way to the Dairy Queen next door to the Burger King for an actual shake in an actual proper food establishment. “Done!” he shouts with some satisfaction as he discards the last of it while sitting down, stuffing it under his table so it’ll be out of sight and hopefully out of his mind too. Return to his normal self before and between and after the crazy. He takes a deep breath.
“Fool some other dumb ass tourist with your tales about the Pill?” Dairy Queen attendant Ruby Twistytwirl calls from the counter. “Reason for the doctor’s outfit again?” she again guesses correctly.
“You bet!”
“Are they headed to the motel? *Your* motel?”
“Right,” he answers. “Swallowed the pizza story too. Swallowed it whole, exotic topping and all. They’ll be here for a while.”
“What about your *brother*? An accomplice I assume. Per usual again.”
“Oh he’s really dead this time,” he says, surprising Ruby T.
“Dead? Can’t be. He’s immortal!”
On and on this went. At one point, Olaka approached the counter, extending a hand toward 15 1/2 year old Ruby not for another shake this time but to propose marriage himself, sugar high cranked to the max. “Run away with me to the icy hills of North South Dakota Montana,” he begged, grasping the appendage tightly and on his knee now as well. She could barely keep hold of him over the counter still separating them, if just for play and giggles. The counter that represented her job, her ties to town. She could no longer run away to a glacial paradise than he. And both knew it. Instead: wedded to the town itself, this Bandanaboro of the upper east west central plains of Omega in the virtual world of Our Second Lyfe that has also become Their Second Lyfe through osmosis and also a bit because of the line of eating establishments starting with King running through Queen and ending not at Jack as one might suppose — say, visiting musicians from an exotic foreign land — but at Pizza. Plus she was a bit too young still, 16 being the minimum marrying age if not working age here in this borough of not just bananas but getting there. Only play keeps them alive.
Better move to the last of them now. tbc
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0608, Bandanaboro, Omega
00510607
“Thank you for treating us to lunch at this fabulous eating establishment in our fair fair town.”
“Yes thank you,” echoed Preacher Ziegler, presider over their marriage as Doctor Doughmachine beside him presided over Okama’s death and subsequent quick cremation. They had to do it that way because of the Pill. Highly contagious, you see. Hiigh.
The just married, just redubbed Silvers across from them both nodded, waited for more. Tony B. was still in his wedding tux but Shelley J. had to change out of her gown for fear of ruining the train. They were scheduled to leave town on it at 10:09 tomorrow morning, Eastern Standard Time — *North Carolina* Standard Time not accidentally. Because they were subbing one for another in this deal with a devil likewise named Bandana like the borough still surrounding them and, yes, still threatening to absorb them. Even if they didn’t realize it at this time. They thought marriage would set them free. He’d maybe been turned back to his original form of exotic pizza topping again but the talking banana’s influence would be felt for months, years, days after this. 10:09 now. Only 12 hours before the train and only 12 hours after their friend, their former Silver band member Okama Majo had passed away. And 24 hours after they originally thought of getting the marriage license, I’ll add. It all happened just that quick, as in a wink, as in an eye.
Dr. Doughmachine passed a Burger King cup across the table to the Silvers which they at first thought was a shake. But the hand stayed behind while the cup remained and they knew what it was by Doughmachine’s somber appearance. “Here. This is yours now. His body is in your hands. Do with it what you wilt.”
Frankie and Johnny, I mean, Shelley J. and Tony B. hadn’t even considered this. Where would they scatter Okama’s ashes? Certainly not this town, the place where he contracted the often fatal Pill and died as a result. Perhaps Nawt Vaya, around the Kidd Tower. It was here that Shelley considered the fate of Mr. Babyface who also lived in that structure, if not in Nawt Vaya itself. Is the Kidd Tower cursed? she couldn’t help think. First Mr. Babyface with the Orgamast water funnel and now–
“Dear,” Tony B. interrupted his new wife’s reverie. “It’s time to go back to the motel. Honeymoon,” he summarized his banana fueled urges in a word while gathering up the cup with Okama’s remains. They might never leave. tbc?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0607, Bandanaboro, Jeogeot, Kidd Tower, Nawt Vaya+, North Carolina, NVFS, Omega
00510605
He fever dreamed of finding the banana himself, not a talking version like Tony’s but he had a way to remedy that. Return to the goldfish with the banana on top and insert. “Goldfish — banana — top, got it,” he said to the Dreamweaver before entering the stage. “Goldfish — banana — top,” he repeated now before it. Pick it up, he also realized. Now back to the floating fish he’d passed only minutes earlier.
Nom nom nom, little fish. Nom nom nom.
There! A whole bunch of them now, and larger than ever each and every one. Bananaboro! No D needed.
And there’s my little fishy! All grown up. “Hi up there! Hiigh!”
Cover him up, Luther. Time of death (he checks his watch): 10:09.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0605, Bandanaboro, Indigo Parallel, Omega