“We’ve got to keep an eye out on that [black guy] walking over there, Virus.”
“Rrrrrrr–rough!”
“Good boy.”
—–
“Just black and white,” The Mann determined about some lips in another 0117 post to end. “No pink.”
“We’ve got to keep an eye out on that [black guy] walking over there, Virus.”
“Rrrrrrr–rough!”
“Good boy.”
—–
“Just black and white,” The Mann determined about some lips in another 0117 post to end. “No pink.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0030, 0117, Golden Sink^, Jeogeot, Maebaleia/Satori, Newtown, Sunklands^
Jimbo, formerly O’Jimbo, was a Pan-Z or at least Pot-D contact in town but he ran away from me when I started quizzing him about Seven. Interesting — maybe he’s just scared of the still rampant virus going on around Our First and Second Lyves, even though I turned my head while talking and made sure I sneezed into my elbow that one time.
Last I saw of him he was riding a pegasus. I stopped following…
Later on, I remembered that he had been dead for at least a year, no fear of virus needed.
—–
I stopped again when I saw static being displayed in a store front. I got so excited my head started vibrating a bit. A change was happening.
It was all quite red and V-shaped over here in this corner of the parcel. I decided to sit for a spell on a small turf of Linden terrain poking up through the pavement to regain my bearings. The static had thrown me off. Must be a Kentucky model.
Across the way, a drunk was stumbling while a raccoon closed his or her eyes. Neither had mail to post.
Ahh, the virus itself. I could kick it like a football clean outta here, all the way to the coast, the ocean. But I decided to save my strength for something else I spied in the distance.
Ahh, Elsie. Where have you been my whole life?
But then I got slapped when I used too much Tennessee.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0025, 0114, Marwood, NWES Island^