Daily Archives: December 13, 2018

Diamond

“God help our user Baker B. to finish up part 06 of this Collagesity graphic novel. God help Dixon Too find Dixon One and bring him home safe from the mountain darkness. God help Brother Oden’s possession and make it easier on him by intense — intensi-fying his artistic talents. And last (Snowwhite Well stares over), God help Aunt Emerald to find the courage to carry on despite over*whelming* odds.” Snowflake Well unclasps her hands, proudly rises from the prayer ottoman. “And that’s it, teehee.” She curtsies sweetly with this.

“Please,” a studying Emerald insists. “Call me Maw. One of my boys — maybe both my boys — will soon be your husband, with one or both of their seeds insides ya.”

“I can feel it,” suddenly gasps Snowwhite Well. “From the future!”

“Nice. This town can do that to ya. Horrible urban planning with the split down the middle and all. But there’s advantages to schizophrenia. Don’t do my Dixons no wrong.”

“Maw,” she reinforced. “I can *feel* it.” She rubs her belly, even lifts her top a bit. “Right here in my navel.” She circles her stomach with an index finger. “Is — is it still there? I can’t see in this light.”

“Yes, it’s there,” coos Emerald, not a lesbian but still admiring. “Snowwhite, I’m not sure how Dixon One *ever* left you here with that thing glinting far and wide. He must be blind toward it.”

“And now… Dixon Too must follow. Reborn Duncan must be found and returned to his rightful place. Dixie.”

“Better quarantine you two lovebirds a bit before the departure.”

“And lower your top back.”

“Yessum.”

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Nova 02

Klancaster. Whence he came from. The dirt, the grime. He must cleanse himself in this mountain environment. Forget about Snowwhite Well. Forget about Dixon Too, Maw, Cousin Odie, the rest.

No, this was not the snow peaked mountain of treasure lore he’s on. (Dixon walks across the stone patio.) But he’s *close*.  He can feel it. Maybe even that far summit over there hidden behind the tall pines?

Hold on. What’s that?

*Linden* trees. And in such profusion. He’s never seen so many in one place. He must go check it out!

—–

So thick you can’t see what’s inside. And the property’s banned.

Oh well, Dixon thinks. Moving on.

—–

“One down, one to go, Young Duncan. Hold on.”

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