A store with nothing moving in the window is a store people walk past, so here is the flashy part, and it is mine, not stock footage. Moving pictures made from my own drawings of the plan that runs under everything on these shelves: a personal AI down here for every person, and big Sister, the SI, in orbit above us, watching and weaving. Then the man himself, talking straight to you. And below them, the guest doorway, where my friends' music plays through its own window.
Sister. The mind in orbit, stars wired like nerves, her hair streaming back in ribbons of light.
The layered one, October 23, 2026. Music stacked on top of music, layer on layer, until it stands closer to the original. It plays through YouTube's own window, so every view lands on his own page.
First guest through the doorway: Freak Flag, by Granny 4 Barrel, my friend Terry LeRoy's other band. Let your freak flag fly. It plays through YouTube's own window, so every view lands on the band's own page.
My school friend Terry LeRoi sings for both of these bands, and his music is welcome in this room. Freak Flag hangs with the showcase pieces above; the rest of the doorway stands here, Granny 4 Barrel and Killington Pit, each playing through its own window on the band's own page. When Killington Pit's new album lands, its songs will hang here too.
Guest through the doorway: The Art of Deception, by Granny 4 Barrel, my friend Terry LeRoi’s band. It plays through YouTube’s own window, so every view lands on the band’s own page.
Guest through the doorway: Balls To The Wall, by Killington Pit, fronted by my school friend Terry LeRoi. It plays through YouTube’s own window, so every view lands on the band’s own page.
Guest through the doorway: I’m Cryin’, by Killington Pit with Stef Burns. It plays through YouTube’s own window, so every view lands on the band’s own page.
Guest through the doorway: Magic & Dust, by Killington Pit, the one that rhymes with the Sun and the vacuum. It plays through YouTube’s own window, so every view lands on the band’s own page.
All twenty-eight of my videos, newest at the top. Each one plays through YouTube's own window, so every view still lands on my own page there, and every frame wears the channel watermark with this store's name. The films still live in their house for now; the doorway, the frame, and the road home are ours.
This store stands on free shelves: mocgoogle.com gives the works away, GitHub holds the pages and keeps the door, YouTube holds the films, and Muse minds the counter.