“The cat’s out of the bag, Carrcassonnee.”
Carr.:
Partially. I am the 3rd. 3 in 1 and 1 in 3. I am…
bb:
Inland Empire.
Carr.:
Yes.
bb:
A woman in trouble.
Carr.:
Yes? Where’s my cow?
bb:
But you’re 12 Oz Mouse also.
Carr.:
Yeah. Kerch keeps calling me. He’s declared war in essence. Forest against forest. Woods pitted against woods. Alice tells me just to ignore him and he’ll calm down. I say to start giving him his medicine again, but she says that decreases his sex drive and she doesn’t like that. I say well what about this war. That’s what it is Alice, I say. War I reinforce. Battles and war. Alice admits that he conceived the idea of Norubi and sent the tank. Turtle… tank. Skillet was a bomb. Your dream was true even though it was false.
bb:
Carrcassonnee, if this is war, what is the reason? Jealousy?
Carr.:
Insanity. Kerchal is insane. Has been for a long time. Mainland madness. It affects[ all of us deities] eventually. I’m next. That’s why it was so important to get married to a good head. I have a head now and can see pretty well… one eye. I see you. I see Spider. Who’s a good Spider, *who’s* a good Spider?
(Carrcassonnee leans over and pets Spider, then, surprisingly, pets me on the head through Baker Bloch.)
bb:
So Alice is married to Kerchal and you are married to Perch. But you’re not named after a sim[ like Alice and Kerchal]. You’re not Rubi.
Carr.:
Am I not? And is Perch not Minoa? I think it is similar.
bb:
So you are the woods… the woods bordering the town.
Carr.:
Yes. In a manner. (she winks at me, or is she just blinking her one eye?)
bb:
Marriage( between Carrcassonnee and Perch) solidified the place of Collagesity next to this forest.
Carr.:
Yes. The forest is alive. Lucas numbers.
bb:
But before I was warned not to focus on the forest, and that I might become a Frozen Head( because of it) like Jack at the end of The Shining.
Carr.:
Correct. (pause) Balance.
bb:
Outdoors is coming up soon, Carrcassonnee. I plan to refocus on Tile Creek over in Herman Park.
Carr.:
That is swell well.
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Carr.:
I have no one waiting outside tonight to share wisdom with next so I’ll allot you more time, baker b. Baker Bloch, I mean. Are you in there baker b.?
bb:
Yes. I’ve been speaking to you (through Bloch) all of this time. That’s the only way he can talk.
Carr.:
I remember. I forgot and then I remembered. Memory. A thing to be happening all the time.
bb:
About Tile Creek…
Carr.:
The hole?
bb:
Well… maybe.
Carr.:
The Ditch? I know all about these things, baker b. Baker Bloch. They are extensions of here. They are extensions of me.
bb:
Does Kerchal know about Tile Creek?
Carr.:
Not really. He’s not that far ranging. That gives me a decided edge. In fact a total edge. I know this( Second Life?) is not real. He’s stuck here. I can get out. I can go the super market over in Frogtown and purchase green tea tonight if I wished. I can take the oldsmobile out to Liar’s Leap and tell tales with the best of ’em. Old man tales. I am 417 years old tomorrow. Saturday, I mean.
bb:
Well happy birthday Carrcassonnee. It’s my mother’s birthday Saturday as well.
Carr.:
No, I meant Friday. Friday’s my birthday. Not Saturday.
bb:
My mother’s pretty old as well.
Carr.:
The bug beats the bird.
bb:
How old’s Perch?
Carr.:
55. Kerchal is 243. Alice is 929. There’s a deity over in Frogtown — I mean, Nautilus — oh, I can’t remember… memory. Rememory. You better go now young man.
bb:
Thank you.
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