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He corrected me as soon as it came out of my mouth, perhaps before. “Bono, I’m Bono here,” he said. “And you’re Newt — we can’t change that.”

“But Peggy –”

“Peggy Smeggy.” He took a breath. “You don’t understand the implications yet. Darkside is *here*.” He looked me square in the eyes now, black inside black. He wasn’t evil but he came from a place of called Intensity. In Mississippi I believe. Very focused in his tasks, he was.

“So… you brought them here.”

“Yup,” with the “p” emphasized with a pop. I reviewed what I knew. I thought he was Nemo but he said he was Bono. Bono Jores, fresh from the bowels of Mississippi. Or was it Arkansas? Anyway, he presented me with the book; said it was the way out. He did this now.

“This is the way,” he said, scooting it toward me. “The Way.” He scooted it closer. “Open in the middle and start reading.”

“I–,” I started to protest. Closer. He even opened it for me, eyes still boring. But he was no Sherwood Anderson. Or was he?

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3 hours later — sunset — I finished the book that was the same as 1/2 a book. Everyone had left in the meantime, Bono to my right and Peggy Gertrude to my left. Peggy was still here with her friend over at another table in the establishment. And that’s where I headed next — to give her the good news. All was not lost.

The convincing took a while. Her hometown was still gone; I led with that. But there’s *another* hometown coming up where gravity’s not as much up in the air. “Aerial,” I said, and demonstrated with my hand.

(to be continued)

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head regained

Carla covered her ears, sick of hearing the booms. It’s just as loud over here as back on the beach! she complains within.

White clad Morna beside her had bigger problems. She was about to be cast into the sea with the sharks by Peggy. Peggy didn’t want to hear no shit about Baker Bloch Marty Uncle Albert being a prevert, despite being the reason for Zizzy of the Ditzy and Zizzy duo to be shipped off to Camp Umbrella next to the Crisp Sea, or so she said. Now there was yellow between and a new element involved — more balance.

3rd eye. Triangle.

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“Let’s stop here, Baker, and contemplate what we just wrote.”

“W.”

“In the flesh!”

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We return to ring woman and the generation of it.

We are about to go up the path to see what’s over the hill, monsters left behind in the dust. 2:23 soon, tick tick tick.

How about that manual now?

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choices

I sit down, trying to gather some local color. I brighten up the place (smoky blue sky).

Tulsa was taking orders from a white couple nearer the front door. I could tell there was some tension — a bit, but noticeable, at least to me. Peggy and Wanda played with their cell phones at the table nearest me, not engaged in conversation at the moment. I tried to glance at what they were looking at, Peggy at least, who had her back to me. Some site about jobs — they were looking for jobs in this town. They were tense. No: just more focused. The other white couple in the room: well, they were all just kind of normal.

I decided to manufacture a friend for Wanda and Peggy and have him sit at their table with them. Let’s go with Chet. Chet was dressed to the hilt for the holiday season, anticipating December 1st like it was his birthday or something. Wanda had known Chet since college. Peggy was Chet’s girlfriend for the moment, at least until he dumped her for Phyllis. But that was in the future — no more going forward into the future which is also the past. We are *here*. Chet walks up. Ah, another core — not me. I can stay seated; I can still listen in.

Wanda giggled in Peggy’s direction after he sat down. “Isn’t he so cute with his mask and all.” Of course I’m wearing a mask, thought Chet. There’s an f-ing pandemic going on. He had the urge to leave. He wasn’t being respected, like he was some kind of Christmas dupe instead of their friend. He decided then and there: he was going to start dating that girl Phyllis he’s had his eyes on as soon as possible, as soon as he gets out of here. He’ll give it 30 minutes. Peggy didn’t say anything back to Wanda’s little remark. She kept playing on her phone. She wished she’d brought a mask herself now. She didn’t want to get sick just before the holidays (!). Chet was thinking about the holidays, in contrast — all along. I’m going to celebrate it like it’s f-ing Halloween, Christmas and Easter rolled into one (!), he decided on Thanksgiving Day, watching Uncle Bert come down with it afterwards. Then Aunt Jermima. Then Cousin Lute. And with a new baby’s sex to be decided — they weren’t up for it! Uncle Bert never got back up. He was 82 and more susceptible than the rest, having married beyond his age. He went to the emergency room; said his cat bit him. Infection spread; virus weakened the immune system. Gone in 2 days. There was a wake but Chet didn’t go. Instead he went upstairs in his house and decided to wear Christmas garb for, I don’t know, until Arbor Day maybe. Yeah, he got the tree out as his mother demanded, but he got a lot more out of that closet. I can’t really say he snapped, because about a 1/3rd of our great country is bonkers now and at least he wears a mask in public places. Tulsa was uncomfortable with the white couple she was serving because they also weren’t wearing masks in a public place and it put pressure on the owner to say, “don’t wear masks,” while serving them; “makes them uncomfortable and put-off,” he decided. He’s gone over to the dark side, Tulsa thought. She has about 30 minutes on her shift. Won’t be coming back, she punctuates the post.

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school

“So can anyone tell me where this word comes from?” Kyao Suki tried not to look down at his chalk dusted hands, wanting to wash them. Instead he projected forward, toward his audience, his pupils. All except Kevin A. (Kevin Orchardsity), who was asleep in the front row, slightly snoring even.

Vaulter Valerie Kempbill would have raised her hand if she had any. Instead she spoke up. “Piedmont,” she uttered proudly from her headless head. She had read all of 2 hours the night before. Such interesting material!

“Very close, Valerie. It’s *Pietmond*. Like the artist Piet Mondrian.” Kyao could tell this flew over everyone’s head so he let the resonance drop. He briefly thought about the 3 chalk disaster that was suppose to be a rendition of his “Composition II in Red, Blue, and Yellow” and decided not to go down that path as well. Leave art for the artists, he decided. Like Peggy Bartholomew up on the 5th floor. Ahh: Peggy. But enough of that. Back to teaching!

“Do you know why *Pietmond* was the source of Sinkology, Valerie… anyone?”

Garfield Hatfield looked around the room, thinking they were all a bunch of losers; castoffs. Well, *he* was. Seeing no one else speak up, he offered: “Because it existed in a sinkhole?” He almost said *stinking* sinkhole but backed off at the last second. What was this thing he had about biting remarks? He wasn’t like this as a kitten.

“Correct, Hatfield. Very good. Pietmond existed in one of the 6 legitimate sinks of the continent of Jeogeot, which we covered yesterday. As you recall, this is also the Southern Continent or the 3rd created by our makers. Does anyone remember the other continent we spoke about yesterday, hmm?” No immediate answer. “The one with the 2 other sinks that all Sinkologists agree are legitimate — real? 7 and 8?”

Valierie Kempbill was thinking something like “Concrete” but decided to keep quiet, already embarassed about the presence of one mispronunciation.

“Corsica,” Kyao Suki pronounced clearly. “Corsica,” he repeated. “And *today*, we’re going to discuss the one we’re on now to complete the survey of our sinks.” *Surely* they know the continent they live on currently, he though to himself, but decided to ask anyway.

Half said Satori, half said Maebaleia after Kevin A. woke up enough to chip in. Even split between Northerners and Southerners we have here, Kyao Suki realized, taking a better look at his assembled class.

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Wall, The 02

“What do you see outside the window?”

“Umm, a mound?”

“Good. That’s the mound where we lost Hector and Lewis. And two fine Russian Greys they were!”

“Yes. Sorry to hear about the loss of your alien friends, doctor,” Tronesisia responded.

“I.C., please. As in Ice Cream.”

“Yes.”

“Now turn to your right.”

“Hold on.”

“What do you see now?”

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“This is the night I’m going to do it,” Roger Pine Ridge mutters in the general direction of Natali/Molly. Another day off for the latter, but she was too interested this time not to care. Roger was going through the door, he said. She’d heard the story before — a choice between green and red. Which way to flip, etc. She only understood a portion of what’s been uttered by the sad former Floydian, but resonance was there. She too had made a similar decision. Her alter ego: Molly (Lustrous). Colors again; violet and orange in her case.

“The other wizard chose red,” she tried to help. “It turned out okay. Ultra successful film franchise and all. String of best seller books.”

“Yeah, but it may have turned out better if he’d been clad in green. Obscurity has its rewards. Hidden in the depths, the mud, the *muck*. A jewel in the rough. Not rough: just a jewel in hiding. Alexandrite, perhaps. Best of both worlds.” He sighed. “One way to find out.”

“So you’re going through with your trip to Corsica, huh.”

“Short stop on Jeogeot first, though — Dewey, weirdly enough. ‘Nother map synch.”

—–

True, pure water bubbled and splashed just outside the door.

“You’ve made a wise decision, Roger Waters, um, Pine Ridge,” spoke the green doppleganger standing before him. “Obscurity here we come!”

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Wall, The

He was disguising himself as a chatty alien to this town. Lucytown it could be called. We’ll see. Maybe Walltown. Or just: Wall. Wallytown.

“How did this Wall come about, Peggy? I prefer Moon myself. Better music, maybe better lyrics even. Did you know there is a Moon on the opposite side of Wall in Allegheny County, Pennsylvania? And Pennington County, South Dakota for that matter. And now: here. This proves that our — *my* music will live on in time. Past the 21st Century. Past more, hopefully. Moon is permanent, and maybe it can drag the interior Wall along with it.” He shakes his head, playfully adjusts his mouth, laughing. “Inferior I meant there, although a Wall certainly does have an interior… and an exterior. Inner and Outer. Do you know why they hang green and red banners along the exterior of the Wall instead of, say, yellow and blue? I saw a blue car parked beside them today, in the middle of the road. Got towed — I called it in. Do you like chocolate, Peggy? How about lemonade? How about rustling me up a freshly squeezed glass of lemonade? Or do I have to go to Bar Lemon for that? I will, you know. Just down the Wall and through the tunnel and hang a right.”

It was only then that Roger Pine Ridge realized he was talking to a mannikin all along. The other Peggy at the bar — Peggy 02: same story. Only Natali was real here, and she wasn’t in the mood for conversation. A day off is me-time for her. Talk to the hand all day today. In costume, she was, of course, our Molly Lustrous, a dancer at Bar Lemon Roger just mentioned, and a constant ride provider for Fisher, another town newcomer. That crazy robot friend of his, she thinks with a slight grin. And that yellow colored girl he keeps yammering on about all the time and getting in trouble because of it. He doesn’t even know about the secret stash of ammunition in Drugstore Orange just below that could blow up a, well, a town about this size.

“You have to click the keg at the end of the bar,” she finally managed. The still drink-less Roger followed her point. Soon he had a cranberry martini in hand, complete with lemon slice.

“Ah yes. Thank you, stranger. My name is Albert. Albert Halsey. I’m from Oregan, Earth, USA. I’m on the run; out of breath. You know: Time. Constraints that drive one mad and induce Brain Damage, Money not the least of them. Do you know about Money? Time, Money, Brain Damage? It will all survive the test of time. Well beyond the 21st Century. Maybe even up to the *31st* Century.”

Natali was thinking: how to ease out of this bar scene as gracefully as possible. After all, there were about a dozen bars in Wall Wallytown she could visit by her estimation, and that may still be selling the burg short. Around every single blasted turn there seemed to be another one. Bar Lemon does a fairly steady business but it use to be different back in the old days. The days before the coming of the blimey Lindens. For this use to be a Lemony town through and through, Bar Lemon a link to that lustrous past. And herself as well. She could open up to this alien man sitting next to her and blow his freak’n mind. Give him a ride all over town and show him the sights, tell him where this and that use to exist and how it was mainly replaced by *inferior* structures and objects. Mr. Yellow knew too. Both of ’em. The town has certainly been pissed on by the Lindens. Yes, she could give him a total ear-full of info.

But it was her day off.

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More The Bill

On Noseblood in Tile 10 (J), and also perhaps Mayor P’nisnose.

Noseville on Brownville topo map, NY?

Nosegay in Dickson Co TN (Bakerswork [Crow var], Dull)

Noser Mill, MO (at nose like bend of Bourbeuse)

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Also Blood here (bottom map):

https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2014/07/18/olivenew-post-02/

Blood (= present Bennington) there stands for kin, as in kinship between Edward(s) and Sam(sV.). Graysville obviously points this out. Black and Browns in same co. has connections to other map areas. Golden Gate? Bone Gap? Siegert?

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Tea (character)

Connect to Gerald and Chancellor in MO and sd respect. Then latter 2 connected to each other in AL.

franklin02

Griffthsville conj. Happy, AR (Andy Griffith to Happy Days, specifically “Opie”)

In this White County, AR map looks like Happy lies direct west of Ellen. In Texas,Ellen is on *Happy Union* topo map, and 1 county down from Happy in Swisher County, which also contains Kress (see here on that connection). This points to gay marriage (swisher: derogatory term), and happy as synonym of gay.

White County Arkansas

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tea_strainer

See: Tea conj. Strain, MO above. In Northfork, character Tea is constantly seen *steeping* tea. The character becomes what he holds.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tea_bag

Tea is obviously a gay character as well… flamboyant (like CKressley).

Only 1 Ursula in US, in Sebastian Co, AR (Ursula is name of waitress in tile 10). Already been connected to Ursula in Carrcass-8 through Doctor’s Creek just to its north.

But… Doctor’s Creek tributary above Ursula is called Doctor’s Fork, and a “Doctor Fork” is mentioned in Billf. (who will arrive soon with the antidote, or is it anecdote?). Doctor Fork is mentioned just as we see fishing lure behind sun visor in car (tile __). Also this looks like spoons, another utensil like forks. Fishing lure assoc. with Doctor Fork as creek or stream, perhaps. Doctor Fork may also then be assoc. with Dr. Who through Ursula. Of course Dr. Fork from audio is a link to North*fork* movie on the video side, akin to Bottom Feedlers (or Fiedlers) and Ursula’s mention of bottom feeders.

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Ursula

Interesting:

http://af20cartoons.deviantart.com/art/OCC-Doctor-Fork-448121220

drfork

James Woods character has just stuck a fork in a piece of gray cake (signifying dam that will drown Northfork) before Dr. Fork and fishing gear are coupled in Billf. (same tile: ___).

Transcript of tile ___ from Billf. I’ve highlighted some keys phrases we have been talking about and will be talking about…

(Doorbell.) [this is how you cue tile]
Sue: Peggy. Peggy? Oh, Peggy!
Peggy: Oh, Sue.
Sue: You poor darling. I just heard.
Cecil: Hello, Peggy.
Peggy: Oh, hello, Cecil (pronounced with a short “e”).
Cecil: Hi, Eliot.
Sue: Is it- is it true?
Eliot: (talking over) Oh hello uh- Cecil (pronounced with a long “e”).
Cecil: Damn shame about those kids.
Sue: (talking over) Is it true that Skipper can’t be governor now?
Eliot: (in background) Who? What?
Peggy: Sue.
Sue: (talking over) Not ever!?
(Eliot pours a drink for Cecil)
Peggy: I’m so glad you came.
(Eliot slurps his drink.)
Peggy: Skipper would be so glad too.
Sue: Oh Peggy-
Peggy: (talking over) If he knew.
Sue: Where’s Random?
(putting drink down on table.)
Peggy: Out. Looking for…….. Kim.
Sue: Oh.
Cecil: Prob’ly drunk drivin’ aroun’.
Eliot: K-Kim Peggy?
Sue: Oh, thank you, Eliot.
Peggy: Oh, I didn’t tell you yet. Kim’s….
(putting drink down on table. Ice cube plops in drink.)
Peggy: … disappeared!
Cecil: With-with Carl Clock?
Peggy: Oh- we don’t know!
Cecil: (talking over) That tick.
Sue: Oh Peggy. When will we know? I mean…. about Skipper?
Peggy: (holding back a sob) We’ll know……. (taking a deep breath) when Doctor Fork gets here…… with the anec-anti-
Cecil and Sue: antidote.
Cecil: (under his breath) if he ever does.
Eliot: antidote, with the antidote.

(Doorbell.)
Eliot: (talking over the doorbell) I’ll-I’ll let him in.

(walking to the door)
Eliot: Oh, hello Ethel.
Ethel: Oh, hello Eliot. You know Doris Drain, [Drain, MO, near Strain, Noser Mill, Tea, etc.] don’t you?
Eliot: (cheerfully) Oh, uh- I sure do. Hello Doris!
Doris: (affectionately) Hello Eliot. (cheerfully) Hello Peggy!
Peggy: (coldly) Hello Doris. Hello Ethel.
Ethel: Hello Peggy. Uh- this is our friend Woodrow Stool.
Woodrow Stool: Hello Peggy.
Peggy: Hello….. Woodrow?
Woodrow: Hi Eliot! Ha- Well hello, Sue. I…… didn’t expect to see….. you here.
Sue: Hello Woodrow. You remember my husband, Ce-Ce-Cecil (pronounced with long “e”)?
Woodrow: Good evening, Cecil (pronounced with short “e”).
Cecil: Hello, Woody.[Woody in Greene Co, IL; Woody may also refer to James Woods, star of Northfork] Hi Sue.
Sue: (very cheerfully) Hello Woodrow.
(chuckling)
Sue: Hello Doris.
Doris: Hi.
Sue: Hello Ethel. Hm. Smells like a dead cat in here.
[END TILE]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peggy_Sue_%28song%29

macon02

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Must also analyze Billf. in terms of Greenup collage series, starting esp. with Greenup 03.

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Speaking of which:P Diamonds Restaurant, also in Franklin County and known coast to coast according to ads. This is reference to Atlantic and Pacific, and Franklin County itself as microcosm of America herself. Proof?: Pacific town on east side of county, and Japan (Pacific on west for that country) on opposite side of county, just below aforementioned Tea, etc.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pacific,_Missouri

Pacific was laid out in 1852. It was so named because here the new railroad started for the Pacific Ocean.[7]

In 1903, a great fire arose in the middle of downtown and the entire city burned. The city has never fully recovered.

In Billf., we start out with Shine on You Crazy Diamond, Part 1 (Atlantic, probably) and end at SYD Part 2 (Pacific, most likely). In the middle of the synch we have Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, combining the 2 and probably representing Great Lakes as whole. These 2 Diamonds, separated (quote Floyd here syaing the 2 parts were originally together, but split on opposite sides of WYWH album with songs between them).

Tile 10 of Billf. comes at approx 1/3rd point in sync, and at end of part 1 of 3. At end of this tile, we have the cuing of Division Bell to whole part 2 of 3 (throwback tile), but with important inserts. We’ve mentioned Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds in the middle of this tile. “Kanes” (evacuation committee) attempt to guess the 2nd and final Floyd album to be used in the sync, theoretically. Walter (J. Woods) succeeds, and the actual album then starts (get exact cue point). This begins tile 11, then. Ursula, after Walter’s successful guess (chicken broth): “Cup or bowl?”

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http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/northfork-2003

* Northfork born in 1776, died in 1955.

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Coming up shortly, we’ll be examining the movie Head. Stayyyyyy tuned!

http://www.theguardian.com/music/2011/apr/28/monkees-head-jack-nicholson-interview

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