“It is good to converse with me as the town re-developes. Ask your questions one at a time. I’ll try.”
bb:
Thank you Carrcassonnee. The Boos Gallery should be moved to Collagesity…
Carr.:
My Collagesity…
bb:
… Yes… by this weekend. Then I’ll go from there. A town meeting is in order. Don’t you think?
Carr.:
Gather together the people of my village to worship me and take offerings. Christmastime is coming in your world and my own. People take offerings.
bb:
Presents, yes.
Carr.:
You are asking about the bee [in your mind]. I am not a replacement. I am winner. I am village. Bee will manifest *here*. (pause)
bb:
Cool. Will Hucka Doobie, when he comes here, also talk to you? I know he’s done this in the past. LINK
Carr.:
I am further away from the Rubi Woods than I think. (pause) Village idiots. (pause) (pause) Feel. Feel.. think. What say you Spider? [Carr. turns to Spider, who doesn’t answer.]
bb:
I wonder if this Spider knows Booger Hayes too, Carrcassonnee.
Carr.:
[Bee] Hayes. That’s the guy. Bee.
—-
The TILE Temple and its odd shadings was spooking me out a bit so I decided to walk around the village again in search of a permanent house. I wanted a place where I could write down my thoughts, perhaps at my familiar old computer desk. I pondered the old Norum Gallery. But first I had to leave here.
It was cold in the temple. Collagesity West was a warmer place. So I headed there.
Things appeared in the air, then floated away to the east.
Westward ho. And quickly!
Just minutes earlier, I had inserted a new house on the western edge of Collagesity, next to the town hall. Could this be Baker Bloch’s new home?
But really it could only be the Small Castle. Don’t you think?
And at the extreme opposite corner of Collagesity from Carrcassonnee. Yes, this is it.
I ended up revisiting the TILE Temple. Not so scary now… I was overreacting. Lisa The Vegetarian is there in spirit. Can’t be too bad. So I sat down and talked with Carr. some more.
Carr.:
Not so bad, no? It’s the shadows to the south. Floydodo and such [shit].
bb:
Why don’t you like Floydodo, Carrcassonnee? If I may ask.
Carr.:
You may not (voice booming again at the end).
bb:
Yes, I think its the south, which is outside Collagesity, outside the property. It has to be vacant. It has to be haunted. Floydodo, eh?
Carr.:
South is bad. North is cool. Good cool. Lisa The Vegetarian. Co-winner of the Collagesity deity contest. No contest [however]. You found the home in the castle.
bb:
Maybe.
Carr.:
I am you and you am I. You desire to move here… incarnate here. You are Jesus but also Wappo Jack. Look at poor Wappo. Roasting like a pig! (booming laugh here). But its a lemony burn, which won’t hurt. It’s the south part to fear. Apple, orange then that lemon-lime. Lime-lemon. You can talk to Lisa The Vegetarian as well if you wish. But, no, you should talk to me. She is only spirit here. (pause) Hucka The Bee is ringing me up in my ear. Unusual. Says you should talk to him on the 25th. Okay?
bb:
Okay, I guess.
Carr.:
Remember to do it. What else do you wish to know?*
—–
It was this place that contained all knowledge of left and right. The left is okay. The middle is okay. It’s just the right that is cold. That’s because it’s not really Collagesity. Collagesity is warm. My own collages are warm. Living. The insertion of the Boos gallery will help with warmth. Outside is cold, in the cruel world. Not cruel, just cold. Unfeeling. Unknown.
But the forest is warm. 🙂
—–
* bb:
The forest is warm, yeah?
Carr.:
The forest is me. Collagesity. Remember the busker song. The busker is me. Collagesity.
bb:
So it heats up all of Collagesity. It imparts its warmth.
Carr.:
The forest is of course alive. You’ve known that for quite a while. This is your first mainland, this is your last. Enjoy!




















































