“Hucka D., I was going to talk to the revived Carrcassonnee in this here blog but she doesn’t seem to be ready.”
Hucka D.:
I’m not either. You better talk to her. Or else.
Carrcassonnee:
Hi Baker Bloch. As you can see I’ve grown larger. Nice to have Jeogeot Through Art and Word back in my sim. My sim. How are you doing tonight? How’s work?
bb:
Work’s getting better, I suppose. I wish I could just give back the pressure. But it’s good for me overall. Pressure is mainly good now. If I can keep from getting swirled into other people’s emotional turmoils. That’s my problem. I operate on resonance. Right now the resonance is abnormal for the most part.
Carrcassonnee:
Be aware that it might not change[ much]. I heard you found an Island. The Island.
bb:
Do you know about this island?
Carrcassonnee:
Some. I know that toy avatars are from there. It is a tale wagging the dog scene[ again]. Do you wish photos?
bb:
Sure Carrcassonnee.
Carrcassonnee:
I will provide some soon[ then]. How is your mother?
bb:
She’s doing okay I suppose. Must call her tomorrow morning. Wait… you’re talking to me, bb, instead of me, Baker Bloch.
Carrcassonnee:
Yes. Am I not allowed to do that[ now]?
bb:
No, that’s fine.
Carrcassonnee:
So we get to the subject of who I am. Who I *really* am.
bb:
You are Jeogeot herself.
Carrcassonnee:
Yes.
bb:
You are All Carrcasses.
Carrcassonnee:
Right. Another one of me is coming up soon. That’s one thing I needed to tell you. Work on me. It looms large.
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bb (“reading” map):
A little carr. Spider. To navigate the narrow streets of Bath. Drive/Steer a Littcarr. Then something about Reddfoxx and racial issues. White… black. Take a Gander, I suppose.
Carrcassonnee:
Yes, I am England[ as well]. You must go back to The Island.
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