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August 26, 2026 · 5:46 pm

00510408 (no internal)

“Why are you both Frank and Daisy and Newt and Wheeler?”

“I am all males and all females at once. This is the only game I checked that you can do that.”

“Do what?”

“Log in 2 players at once. It allows me to much more easily role play for the blog and attached photo-novels. I do not have and do not need an outside partner in order for it all to work. I have no helper, and never did in the game of Our Second Lyfe. My only aids are the world around me as a whole. I can (also) use characters from Grand Theft Auto, Cyberpunk 2077, Witcher, and Red Dead Redemption and they need know nothing about it. They are just empty associates, devoid of soul except what I create for them. I am actually the only one here. My own little kingdom.”

“As the castle you both inhabit, the two sides of you as Frank and Daisy who are also Newt and Wheeler as you’ve reassured me, I only keep my eyes peeled outward instead of inward per your fiction.”

“Good. This castle is complicated. It houses other beings. Father Fecked is still in the downstairs bedroom I fixed up. Philip keeps popping in and out, mainly to play his High Speed pinball. Sometimes I am down there playing the piano just across from him. Daisy (Moments) piano — wasn’t planned that way, though. On it, I play songs about her. Fitting. Chromagraphs.”

“Chromagraphs?” It was a new subject — could he or she handle it? Of course!

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August 4, 2026 · 6:35 pm

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“I think I’ve entered the punk phase of my photo-novels, er, Wheeler,” I only half joke, also thinking of “Tamala 2010: A Punk Cat in Space”. “Shorter posts, shorter sections. No more long sprawling concept stuff. I’m condensing. Saying what’s real — getting to the real part.”

“Sure,” she said, now wearing a punk outfit herself to match my mood. She spat on the floor beside her, wiped her mouth. No, not *that* punk, I think. Not the violence and anger, just the condensing. Like alchemy.

“Alchemy?” she questioned after I summarized this to her. She dutifully started wiping the floor with one of her kleenexes. That she didn’t have since there were no pockets in her outfit. Maybe later. But still: the wiping. At least for this post. Going on too long…

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The next thing I found myself telling her was about the dam. Old Catawba River, I explained. The boat… made it and didn’t make it at once. Floating down the perpetual river now in one reality. Mythos.

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August 3, 2026 · 6:48 am

00510203 (AI)

“I can’t just kill her off now. I promised we were a team moving forward (!).”

“No blue, no blue,” she proffered from the side. Andie? Wheeler? I didn’t know. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Any more.

The machine moves forward without a head.

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July 29, 2026 · 7:02 am

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“There. That’s me in the middle, kicking classical things to the side again, going in a solid rock direction now. Black hair. Rainbow colors. You can’t disregard blue; it’s part of the rainbow too. That’s my message for you tonight. You have to include all colors, and you might as well capitalize that. ALL COLORS.”

That’s why Andie was colored differently in that one snapshot above, I realized. Thanks!

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July 27, 2026 · 9:22 pm

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Picket fences usually go along with good things like moms and apple pie and blue skies but not in this case. GTA San Andreas’ Carl Karl approaches cautiously from below.

“When did that creepy old house get up there on the ridge, Newt?” now black haired Wheeler said over to her sometimes boyfriend, oft times husband on the swing with her. They were just that close, counterparts if not technically soulmates. Since the latter technically doesn’t exist if you’re thinking of things like 1/2 + 1/2 = 1. That’s why they don’t need to get married like Newt desired… again. But Wheeler still wanted to show him the front and the back of it all, just to get that out of the way and allow them to continue on with their virtual lives. Still together. Apart and together as one.

“I don’t know,” answered Newt, looking around the figure of Wheeler beside him to observe something else now. “But someone’s on the porch, about to go inside by the looks of it. Black man.”

“Black man,” echoes Wheeler. It’s as if it just appeared out of nowhere. Like Wheeler’s new hair. TBC

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July 15, 2026 · 1:12 pm

00500615

“Status report, Newt. How’s the state of Concrete? Solid still? Holding firm, etc.?”

“Cement Village is good, although the attached Concrete name has gone the way of sand, ha. With Boos — inserted behind it about a month ago as you might recall — it now forms 1/2 of Boos-gota, a portmanteau of the 2 inclusive series.”

“Like lukfast,” Hucka Doobie deadpanned from behind, still staring at Concrete on the screen and wondering if they’re ever going to move to slide 02. Been over 3 months now.

“Fine, fine,” answers Baker Bloch, leading the table meeting per usual. “As long as it’s still there. And what about Frank’s Moving Castle? Any news on that? Pardon me for being behind but I don’t get inworld much any more. Not like the old days when I was King and Blinks (female Baker) was Queen and Wheeler was just a secondary avatar not as much used.” He turns right. “Right Wheeler?”

“I am the new Queen,” she stated matter of factly. “‘Blinks? Who’s Blinks?’ the reader might ask here, not even knowing the name. Even dedicated ones, say, caught up with the last 10 — no, make that the last 40, ho. She’s just that far back in the past. Like Carrcassonnee. Remember Carrcassonnee, Baker? Baker Bloch was it? Because you’re getting that way too. Newt here, my sometimes boyfriend, oft times hubby, has assumed your old role. Will this change? Newt is the Whitehead in da Woods, the retired version of yourself as you configured it. No going back in my opinion. You will continue to get more obsolete and eventually fade back to the black you came from. Right Hucka Doobie?” she calls over the top of his black hatted head, almost blowing it off we might imagine, or at least displacing it a bit around his crown.

“That’s not fair, Wheeler,” she says, directly confronting the affront. “I’m human and not bee now. I’ve changed too. Baker *Bloch* over there lost his mask in, what was it, photo-novel 02? That’s about it for change for him.” Might as well have added a “Right Baker?” to complete the triangle of hate not love.

“But not like me,” Wheeler volleys back about the change. “Admit it.”

Hucka Doobie wasn’t going to admit nothing. And now she’s insulted Baker Bloch too, who glances back at her with a rather icy look with his two still dead eyes, no change there either.

“I’d like to hear about Frank’s Moving Castle,” says round, green Grassy Noll in his toy avatar voice across the table. Everyone had forgotten he was there, more fading. “If you’ve finished your ROW, that is!” His voice raised, he quickly turns a bright beet red from the top down to the surprise of all. Let’s end there.

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July 15, 2026 · 7:06 am

00500608

“RUST is The Body, the thing being penetrated by a rod. But, more importantly, RUST is *US*. Bottom line: We’re screwed. The country is divided into two parts, progressive and conservative, yang and yin. We can’t keep holding this magical sphere together with just duct tape and safety pins. The guts are going to start spilling out.”

“I’m trying so hard!” says Wheeler, who then gives up the act and moves on to the next collage.

“The Boos are let loose in the ensuing chaos that equals Mars, the God of War, the only thing that can, let’s say, *unite* the two parts at this too-late-of-date. Fear and Panic let’s call them, as they are. The (rusty) Body teeters on the edge of a cliff above US. What happens next?”

“Devouring,” she identifies correctly. “Just like with the hand. Bite the hand that eats you,” she ends cryptically.

Let’s go back to the cafe next. TBC

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July 9, 2026 · 12:42 pm

00500602

“Shelley over there in the chair looks like she’s in trouble, hubby of mine. I remember when I was like that, and Shelley was in the belly. Belly Shelley I use to call her after the naming, patting the big round 12 lb. mound on my stomach. With a bit more to come even before The End. Which of course was also The Beginning. Do you remember? Were you even there?”

From beyond the screen, I log Baker/Newt in and manage to fit him into the picture and sit across from her. I take a snapshot of the 3, mother, father, daughter. “I’m *trying*,” I kind of defend myself through him.

“Try harder. For me. For poor bloated little Shelley over there. Who’s in the stomach this time? Is it Liz? It’s suppose to be Liz; where are we on that? Where *is* (father) Arthur?”

“Ocean–” But Wheeler cut me off here. No need to go the the ends of the world for an answer. Simply ocean will do. Any ocean. All Oceans. TBC

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July 8, 2026 · 7:09 am

00500601 (boo… scary)

You have done good, wife of mine (!). Now you are ready to begin 11. Just at your feet there. Go on…

… go on… It won’t hurt you.

“Won’t it?”

“No.” With The Straight recently disconnected from Utah through the filling in of the se corner of Our Second Lyfe’s Omega continent, I knew she had (probably) found her safety zone and was ready — okay — to proceed. I raise the terrain from my side to meet her, to show her I’m totally serial about this situation now.

I reset the whole thing by entering the door directly beneath the big Martian boo high — but not too high — in the New Island sky. Nawt Vaya Free State’s Boos here we come!

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July 4, 2026 · 3:30 am

00500514

“Let’s go back in time, to Bogota 01 before the Bogota 02 and 03 we’ve been talking about. To examine… time travel. The vandal again, perhaps the same one we encounter in a hazmat suit later on in Boos… appears to be spray painting a red lighting bolt atop David Bowie’s dead skull, right?

“Well, maybe the red bolt was already there, maybe the vandal is merely indicating this with his pointing. More pointing. The Point of It All (again)?”

“Are you talking to me, ma’am?” Inspector Petty says, appearing through the wall of his small agency in the heart of NVFS’s Cement Village. No Chef attached to his title any longer, so he’s unable to prepare food for himself. “Buy me some lunch and I’ll tell you about it.” Turns out he had all the story and then some. You feed him and then he can feed you. Information. Deeep stuff. TBC

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