Daily Archives: October 4, 2012

Tin S. Man:

*Well*?

Wallace3:

So it’s here, Hucka D. that I thought I’d fall down and create this huge explosion, just like in the movie. Film, I mean. Sync… you know. And this is death for the Lion but also rebirth immediately afterwards with the bells and all.

Hucka D.:

You avoid the question by pretending that you are dead.

Wallace3:

I just fall down. In slow motion in the film, perhaps. I become the Lion. 666.

Hucka D.:

Hold on…

Wallace3:

Everything starts to fall apart (after that). Tin S. Man makes inroads on Wallace. Clones on the edge, clamouring.

Hucka D.:

But you’re still dead. Pretend dead.

Wallace3:

I have to make a community there now, no doubt. The Sphere will be the power source. The center of the community and the center of the incorporation status. The domain.

Hucka D.:

And you’re going to stick to the story that this Sphere is Rainbowology itself. Lisa’s Second Coming perhaps.

Wallace3:

Yes. Isn’t it?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Illusive, though.

Wallace3:

The Sphere is perfect so it cannot be damaged or flawed.

Hucka D.:

No. It is from Lisa. Quartz. Gallonz.

Wallace3:

We play off each other, Tin S. Man and I, to create stronger communities there at the heart of Green Oz at the heart of Herman and Frank Parks (Einstein).

Hucka D.:

Lisa created Powerman, then Plastic Man, then, lastly, Tin S. Man. But she had to let Tin S. Man go… beyond the carcasses. Tin S. Man stole the fire from Lisa and became his own self. Quadrangle.

Wallace3:

That was from Lisa.

Hucka D.:

Yes. And why not call yourself baker b. again since you’re out of character. You are, aren’t you?

bb:

Yes. Now.

Hucka D.:

Thank you. That was getting creepy.

bb:

Coming from a 1/2 bee, 1/2 human. Funtastical.

Hucka D.:

And don’t say that anymore either.

bb:

What wrong with… OK, I won’t.

Hucka D.:

Let’s talk of OK and No Man’s Land.

bb:

Super. Fun.. Great, I mean.

Hucka D.:

This is actually a quite legit synchronicity within DSotR2. Specifics, now. Gas does equal mustard gas (reference to “gas” that follows “okay” in song “Money” of DSotR2). Lion covers his face because he smells gas, he smells death. No Man’s Land. War. Death. War. But also the sulfur of the Wizard head.

bb:

Maybe. (pause) I’m going to take a look at that “insect UFO” the Scarecrow sees just before this.

Hucka D.:

Thanks. Bye!

Wallace3:

So explain to me again Tin S. Man your relationship with Lisa the Vegetarian, the owner of this whole mountain after all.

Tin S. Man:

She is from Ft. Wayne, Indiana. I am looking for her Second Coming.

Wallace3:

Perhaps that is me (!) (pause) What I mean, is that she has given me her blessing. To create Rainbowology. Here.

Tin S. Man:

The 3333 thing.

Wallace3:

Yes… maybe.

Tin S. Man:

My core is history. The quadrangle.

Wallace3:

Yes. That’s fine. I do not want to threaten that or your incorporated community. I just want to establish an incorporated community very nearby. We’ll be neighbors. Friendly neighbors.

Tin S. Man:

What is this sphere?

(Wallace3 pauses again. Wonders who is looking in.)

Wallace3 (cautiously):

Rainbowology.

Tin S. Man:

What has it got to do with Rainbowology, I mean?

Wallace3 (still cautious):

Did I show you a picture of me before… in Jeogeot?

INSERT PICTURE.

Tin S. Man:

I believe so. So… Sphere?

Wallace3:

You see through a lot of my b.s.

Tin S. Man:

Maybe.

Wallace3:

Good we have this Barrier Tree now planted between our 2 communities. I will make clones like you will make clones.

Tin S. Man:

I have clones. I am incorporated.

Wallace3:

And you still work for Lisa the Vegetarian. The first coming.

Tin S. Man:

She told me to create the quadrangle.

Wallace3:

What do you see as DSotR2?

Tin S. Man:

I see DSotR1 and 2 together. Working together. One flawed — refracted in the center like you said — and the other more perfect but more illusive.

Wallace3:

Then what is the problem?! We both see it the same.

Tin S. Man:

I don’t see 3333.

Wallace3:

No, I had to give up 2233 so that I could come here. To 3333.

Tin S. Man:

I am sitting here reading this blog, this Baker Blinker Blog. And I’m seeing South, Gray, Down, Korean, Non-sensical.

Wallace3:

That is where I am from. Down, South, Gray, Korean, Non-sensical. But it makes sense.

Tin S. Man:

How?

Wallace3:

Just like this makes sense. This dialog of ours. (pause) It can be organized. It is a microcosm. Real Life pushed me in and — but — pulled me out. We are here now. In Tinsity Metro Area. 3333. 2233 to 3333. Back.

(Tin S. Man looks around at where he is, his relationship to Wallace standing across from him, the Barrier Tree between.)

Tin S. Man:

You still haven’t answered my question.