… suddenly becomes a contrast of extreme height…
… and depth.
“It is as it has to be developing. Good night baker b.”
bb:
Hi Hucka D. I’ve been thinking about your role in the blog.
Hucka D.:
I know… sacked once more.
bb:
No, not really at all.
Hucka D.:
Cut back to part time; loss of me benefits. I know. Been there.
bb:
No. I’m just wondering…
Hucka D.:
Well I’ll find another job if so. I’m warning you. You better think about what you have and start respecting it more.
bb:
Okay.
Hucka D.:
What do you have? you’re asking yourself right now most likely.
bb:
Not…
Hucka D.:
You have a friend. You have someone to talk to in the middle of the night when no-one is around and you need information and information fast. Like tonight. Ask your pertinent questions.
bb:
Ahem. [New] Pietmond has suddenly become a city of extreme height and depth.
Hucka D.:
As it should be. As it is. As it is so.
bb:
Humble or relatively humble but full of meaning temple at the bottom of the sinkhole… skyscrapers, one almost impossibly high (!), all around. And the X-Spot Gallery bridging the two as it were, as it is.
Hucka D.:
As it should be and is and was and will be. All past present future. Mixed up.
bb:
What do thse 2 realms, these opposite realms, mean?
Hucka D.:
You need a center. You worry about balance and probably rightly so, although things are getting better. Balance, baker b. Balance.
bb:
Klutzy Kamper had his center… has his center, for he’s still around of course. Living, I mean.
Hucka D.:
He was and is and will be Superman.
bb:
My center seems to be the Big E or Big Schwa, take your pick.
Hucka D.:
Yes. The Bottle.
bb:
The Bottle at Kentucky is truly this Big E shattered?
Hucka D.:
Yes. Terrarium. Was key. Is and will be key.
bb:
I must obviously think of Kentucky and the Bee Line once more, then.
Hucka D.:
End.
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