Collage Study Analysis 02


“What are you doing?” Karoz asked, seeing something appear on Wheeler’s chin.

“I’m trying to shut up so you can talk. I was attempting to put a pearl in my mouth. Didn’t work.”

Karoz let that drop and continued. “I’m reviewing again[ in my head]. Just a moment.” Wheeler didn’t say anything. After a pause, Karoz said, “Aw heck, I know what to do, like you said. I just need to go beyond Second Life in some way, materialize the 2130 dimension again, and walk in and talk to Story Room and especially the headless one.”

“Steptoe,” Wheeler answered again. “Sorry,” she then said. “Continue.”

“But what of me?” Karoz then asked. “I am Falmouth which then flows into Sam Parr, more *my* territory. There I am both fallen and unfallen.”

“Blue and grey,” Wheeler said. “Like a pearl.”

“Okay. So when I fall I turn into a black man. Like Scatman Crothers in that Shining film.

“Shiny Hare,” Wheeler says. They both let that hang in the air for a moment.

“The 10th”, Karoz finally utters, which Wheeler quickly agreed to. “It’s obviously black and white, on and off, north and south… blue and grey. Like in Gray, Maine, with the 1 soldier who doesn’t belong there and is part of the enemy scourge but was still accepted in death.”

“North and south,” Wheeler reiterates. “One comes out a victor. And it’s not going to be the right one.”

“And then there’s the whole Mars/ Martian thing. That comes along in Boos. Should I also go to Tungaske, Wheeler? You’ve been there too, I assume.”

“Oh yeah. That’s where Steptoe and I met. He was with Linda at the time.” Wheeler’s face screws up. “Was it Linda? Oh… I think it was Lisa. Yes, Lisa.”

“Lisa the Vegetarian?” Karoz asks. Then he realizes Wheeler was just playing with him. Wheeler was not with Steptoe in Tungaske.

“Do you like spools, by chance, Wheeler? Especially giant ones?” He might have figured out who she was.


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Collage Study Analysis 01


Karoz needed to talk to someone about his theories concerning the collages he just reviewed, but there was no one left in town that he knew well. Baker Bloch and Baker Blinker had disappeared. Hucka Doobie had already given him his assignment, which he was attempting to carry out. Carrcassonnee seemed finished with him too for the moment. There was always Furry Karl, but the bar was still closed for some reason. No one here. Then Karoz realized he could ask Wheeler to join him. Dare he?



“It pleases me that you’ve changed, Karoz. Baker Blinker is happier too. When she comes back you will be rewarded. She has entered the blue and the grey. Civil War.”

“What does that mean, Wheeler?”

“It means one comes out a victor and one does not. It’s always about directions. But we’ve not come here to discuss that particular subject. Blinks can wait. Collages are up. I’m trying to help. I’m trying to further the Collagesity cause. So spit it out.” She then softens her voice. “Please.”

“Very good,” says Karoz. “Well, I understand that *you* understand the nexus. Where everything links together.”

“True enough,” responds Wheeler. She takes another sip of her 4 shot latte. Starbuccarina is still guarding the portal next door, but they were nevertheless able to retrieve the drinks from her. Good ol’ Starbuccarina. She’s a winner, Wheeler thinks. Not just a mere creation of fairyland.

“I’ve studied the collages in Falmouth, Red Umbrella, and Boos tonight. I believe Hucka Doobie is telling me to go back to Stonethwaite. I went there once before. To retrieve Story Room, or attempt to retrieve them. They were suppose to teach the course at my Noru college called “Composing with the Colors Red, Yellow, and Blue.”

“True enough,” says Wheeler again.

“I think they are me in summary. Me as baker b.”

“Yes,” she says. She is wise in this way.

“It’s the three ways I create music, or created music. Because I don’t really do it any longer.”

“No,” she says. “That should change. Spongeberg[ is here to help].”

“Anyway, I am the 4th. I realize that. The other three are improvisation — blue; chromagraphs — that’s red; and then yellow is composing in the regular or normal way by ear, something I do naturally since I was a kid. [The word] ear is between the yellow guys’ legs in that Falmouth collage. No. 12 I believe.


“Wait, I’m checking now and it’s 11.”

“Not really that important,” responds Wheeler. “Go on. You are the 4th, yes.”

“Let me review in my head what I saw.” He reviews in his head what he saw. “Dancer, obviously.”

“Yes,” replies Wheeler. “That’s me!” she then exclaims.

“I suppose so,” he says, not joining her in raised voices.

“I’m sorry that you do not approve of my important hobby, but Blinks does and that’s the important thing I’ll say about that right now. To you.”

This is the kind of stuff Karoz didn’t want to deal with tonight. He wanted to focus on the collages and his assignment. Yet here was Wheeler, trying to draw him into the entanglement. He resisted for now. He wanted to see his analysis through. *Then* he would ask some questions about all that.

“Back to Stonethwaite. I think I can enter it through (he checks the number again) Falmouth 36. Master Shake opened that portal a while back in Collagesity Noru.”

“He’s just Master here,” Wheeler corrected. “But he holds the keys to the Civil War and which way it will flip. Depends on if he has one of those General Grants in his back pocket still.” She stifles a grin, but then wonders if she should have said President Lincoln there instead.

“Alright, I’ll take your word for it.” Karoz was trying not to get sidetracked still. “But that’s where the opening occurred before,” he repeats. “I just walk into the collage and I’m in Stonethwaite, just like [I did] in Noru. I can talk to Story Room that way; get their story. Hucka Doobie says to talk to the one without a head, so I’ll have to check that. Might be the blue guy.”

“Steptoe,” responds Wheeler firmly. “Use to date. He was something of a perv.”

“Yes, that was his name. Or is.” Karoz let the ‘perv’ description stand as is without further comment.

“So it’s settled,” says Wheeler. “You go to Stonethwaite again. You know how to do it. Anything else tonight? I’ve got to get back to my training.” She thought of asking something else but held back. Karoz didn’t need to go in that direction.

Karoz actually had a second part he wanted to discuss. LINK

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Collage Study 02

Karoz moves over to the Red Umbrella just next door. “There’s Story Room again. Showing up in a collage at my college that almost was real to us! But not quite,” he then follows, still muttering to himself. “Collage and Second Lyfe remained separated (and that’s probably a good thing).”



“I’m in this one. Multiple me’s.”


Unfallen Karoz.


Fallen Karoz. Equals Scatman Crothers.


Boos gallery is next for Karoz.


Mars images abound.




This one would become especially important a bit later on.


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Collage Study 01

Hope neighbor Art Oluja isn’t pulling out already. Need to get over to the LEA sims and see what amazing things she’s been up to. Soon!


Karoz inside Fal Mouth Moon studying the Falmouth series. “Story Room.”







“Moss like me,” he says upon spying Boss Moss in what might be the most complex collage of the series. Actually that would make a good title for a book. He remembers that door beside him from another collage just viewed involving Lisa the Vegetarian and The Beatles. The one with a prostrate Shadowy Figure.



“I’ve got to get back in there!” Karoz declares (meaning Stonethwaite).


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Spiderhorse 02


“I’m so sorry, Hucka Doobie. I went to the bar instead of the diner here. Carrcassonnee didn’t correct her speech in the blog until after I left. But the bar was closed — no sign of Furry Karl or anyone else there. I checked the portal very quickly to make sure it remained unblocked. I figured you were down here.”

“No sign of Starbuccarina[ either]?” Hucka Doobie was still irritated but getting over it. Her left eye twitched nervously, but she had the glasses on. No weakness shown.


“No,” answered Karoz. “The great 3-n-1 must be in mothballs once more.”

“You work for me, right?”

“Yes, Hucka Doobie. I’ve worked for you for a long time.”

“I’m going to give you your next assignment. You will go into the collages, the nexus. Inside Spider will become a horse. Ride that horse to the next town over and dismount. Don’t look to the left. Don’t look to the right. Just straight ahead. Go to the end of the road. Enter the bar or diner or whatever is there. Don’t speak to anyone. Just go over to the person who doesn’t have a head and ask where you are. Because he’s the only one who can’t tell you. When you get that information, go into the back room and lie down and wait for sleep. When it comes you will be in the place he incorrectly told you about. This is the nexus. Wait for Spongeberg. That is all.”

“Hucka Doobie, I have so many questions about Baker Blinker and Wheeler and Furry Karl…”

“All that will have to wait. Go into the nexus. Lie down and wake up in a better place. The green, green hills. We have ended.”

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Spiderhorse 01


Karoz Blogger:

We must send Spider back into the collages, Carrcassonnee. There is no other choice.


I agree. But I cannot separate from my eye [at the same time]. Collagesity will collapse.


Then I will have to take it — you — with me.


I cannot move. I am immobile.


We’ll have to figure out a way.


Hucka Doobie wants to speak with you tonight. She says to meet her at the bar diner at 20:00 o’clock.


That’s 3 minutes from now!


You better hurry. She doesn’t like to wait.



“Where is the f-er,” she thinks.

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10/17/16 Notes 02

“Where’d the bookshelf come from, Furry Karl?”


“Like you don’t know,” Karl responded, off script again and improvising/reacting. He checks something under the bar, then. “Ahem, getting back on script — says here that it will be used to block the portal. You see that Climbing Light trying to get in? Well, there’s more where he comes from.” He’s now saying/reading all this rather robotically, by the way, attempting to improvise sarcasm, which is also not indicated in the script.

“Hmmm,” says Baker Bloch. “I didn’t even see that thing when entering the bar. How ’bout you Blinks?”

“Me neither,” Baker Blinker lies.

“Ne meither,” Little Climbing Light’s brother<sister Curled Papers also lies from the other end of the bar. His light is now on. He's alive. Baker Bloch cannot turn toward Curled Paper to his side and Baker Blinker has to do it for him.


“You see,” says Karl without sarcasm now. “Backwards. It’s all backwards Baker Bloch. And Baker Blinker. The whole town has turned around into itself. Like a broken bottle, er, record, er…”

“Mobius strip,” adds Baker Blinker, trying to seem smart. She *is* very smart, but she doesn’t feel like she appears so sometimes. It’s the whole wrestling confederation scenario and its more physical nature. She wants to trump up the brains aspect of it all. She wishes to exercise the grey matter. She might even wish to become grey.

“I’m thinking of changing my color, Baker Bloch,” she pipes up. “I’m going to figure out what Karl is talking about. I’m going to become grey.”

“Okay,” he says. “Do you want me to change with you?”


5 minutes later.

“Well,” says Karl between them now. “Are you going to answer her?”


“What’s happening to you guys?”


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