“I want the toy myself.”
bb:
Hi Hucka. Who are you talking to?
Hucka D. (blushing):
No one. (pause) OK, myself. No, there’s someone else here.
bb:
Sandy?
Hucka D.:
No. That’s past. Crop circles. Good you are reading the old Jeogeot posts. You are truly Wallace3 now. Read and revise at once. Good. It’s good.
bb:
Hucka D., you’re stating *you* were in past Chilbo, which was known then as Chilbol. This was 2001…
Hucka D.:
2001, yeah. And before. And after a bit.
bb:
But it obviously has something to do directly with these crop circles. I’ll insert a picture here in this blog post:
INSERT.
Hucka D.:
I don’t see it.
bb:
I’ll insert it later. You know the ones I’m talking about.
Hucka D.:
You better remind me. Why don’t you find the pictures now and let me take a look at the blog post, then.
bb:
OK, then.
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bb:
How’s that, Hucka D.?
Hucka D.:
Go ahead and save it and then let me take a look.
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Hucka D.:
Lucy Pringle… isn’t that the woman you wrote about concerning the white horse alignments. Never heard back did you.*
bb:
Typical. I think those crop circle people are a paranoid bunch, and rightly so (!)
Hucka D.:
(!!)
bb:
Disinformation campaign going on for sure. Strong one. Which brings us to Crabwood.
Hucka D.:
Bizarre, true. But I still can’t see it until you save the post again. Please.
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bb: Hucka D.:
So you’ll get to that next: Crabwoo, twin to Chilbol. Blue Feather Douglas. The Curse. The Purse… Gypsy. The Moon of Maebaleia. Trapped, he was. Cursed. Crabwoo shrunk as Chilbol grew. They should have never removed Biggie from the Blue Feather Sea. But they had to, see. Biggie was destined to become a martyr. They laid him out in the center of the campus which was essentially the same as the town. Peter SoSo hadn’t arrived yet, nor Karoz his cousin. Blue Feather Douglas had not yet gone bonkers over TILE, which might be the same as TIDE, then. Blue Feather Douglas had not yet seen the *watch*.
bb:
Sorry. Wrong one.
http://www.kasterborous.com/2012/03/utopia-recalling/
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Hucka D.:
Blue Feather! Thanks for saving before I requested… this time.
bb:
You’re welcome.
Hucka D.:
He found the watch, he opened it, he went bonkers. TILE bonkers.
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* Speaking of which, check here:
http://www.lucypringle.co.uk/articles/chilbolton/
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