Monthly Archives: February 2018

blanked

“I’ve tried so many times to paint the Moth Temple and attached pier village, Catvas. Tried and failed. It’s just so beautiful as is.” Bill gets up and moves toward the winged feline.

“But try I must again.” She then peers down at the piers. “Ooo… looks like Ellen has made another move at the chessboard. Forgot *this*!”

“Okay,” the disappointed Catvas purred after an awkward pause. She should be use to the feeling by now. “Maybe tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow it is, my friend”

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queens

But instead Buurb finds himself heading left, toward the freebies library at the end of Lost Heaven Road. What to buy today? he considers. Maybe something for Mabel this time.

—–

Yes, more bean stew for Mabel. He loves that stuff. And — Buurb couldn’t resist — a Green Lantern mini-avatar for himself, hehe. He can hear his wife now: “You’re *such* a Sheldon.”

Bill (Wheeler again) couldn’t figure it out. Why would this mysterious Ellen insist on going first and then make such a weak opening move? She counters with her own weird kind of opening: Pawn to Queen 4. Because at this rate she was going to win in 13 moves or less. Anyway, she’d check back tomorrow and see if Ellen had stopped by to play again. Poor girl; maybe not the brightest of us all.

—–

But Bill was wrong about that.

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present future

Bill (Wheeler) came back to Collagesity to retrieve some tweezers and got chills while standing in front of the town library and staring at this view down Old Cannon Road toward the Rubi Woods.

Time to head home again, Buurb thinks.

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mayberries

“Well *we’re* a fine pair of lost souls, Robot Derak Jones.”

“Be quiet, Campbell. I’m trying to figure out what went wrong.”

“Opp, please,” the blue boy demanded again.

“Opp, Campbell, Opie, Thelma Lou, whatever.”

He read well into the night while the Mmmmmm dozed outside in the warm New Island clime. Peace and quiet at last.

But no mention of Pervimus and the resurrection yet.

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roses are blue

Furry Karl woke up in the Bluebird Cuddle Van, more 3d and less hairy, true, but still alive and well (yea!). He shortly made his way into a conveniently placed local strip club. No surprise there given the change.

“Well,” coffee drinking Pervimus Rex opined, checking him over. “You *smell* fresh. That’s a good sign.”

“Yes,” agreed his smoking and reading cousin Wally. “Looks like he’s here to stay a little longer than we expected.”

—–

Afterwards, Baker Bloch treats Baker Blinker to a fresh meal of catfish at Perch to celebrate. “Here’s to akking!” he exclaims, raising his glass of French rosé and clinking it with Baker Blinker’s own. The strong German beer Brewmeister’s Quarterly had been banned from the restaurant.

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pining

“My blues cousin Opp is missing, Bill. I, of course, blame the reds and yellows.”

“Tell me about it,” affirms Wheeler who is now Bill — The Bill. “I’ve been shooting reds and yellows all day.”

“Good.”

“I’m bushed.”

“I bet.”

“But if you’ll excuse me, I must now get back to sewing the elephant.”

—–

Grassy Noll wondered what that was a euphemism for, but Bill meant it literally.

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61×49

As soon as he stepped foot upon the crossroad early last year, Buurb knew this was actually Collagesity set in the future.

It was 20 meters down the road where his more psychic wife first realized this, but that turned out to only be a strong reflection. Merely a T-junction.

Because this was the ‘X’ that led home. Mabel would be waiting with a pot of something or ‘nother. Perhaps bean stew tonight. He better make his way through the trash again.

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