Monthly Archives: November 2019

November 4, 2019 · 8:25 am

back room

“You shouldn’t be smoking that in here Heidi. We’re just kids here, you know. What if we get *caught*?”

“Speak for yourself, George,” she replied about the kid part.

The boy looks around. “So — we’ve turned down the lights. You’ve smoked half your joint; I’ve drank half my coke. Where is she?”

“Just give her some time.” Heidi Hunt Ives takes another toke. Again: she’s not really a kid.

“12:36 now,” he says after checking his Mick Mouse watch. “Maybe we should go. I need to get back to the park.”

“Well there you go,” she offered about the time. “Give it another minute.”

—–

12:37:

“Oh my God,” she whispers over. “There she is.”

“Where? Where?”

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November 4, 2019 · 7:45 am

“Well here we are lady,” spoke Uncle Zach, currently (and miraculously!) posing as a taxi driver. “The Joint Joint. It’s haunted you know. That back room. Back in the back. There’s people back there that shouldn’t be there.”

“I don’t care,” Heidi replied innocently with naive voice.

“Two eggs, they say,” he started again, hands extended and wavering to accent the spookiness. “Floating in mid air without any wires.”

“I’m not scared of eggs.” So child-like. Very surprising (again).

“You haven’t seen *these* eggs. Different colors they are. One glowing red, the other: green. Two colors that don’t go together well — at all. And: are you going to get out or not?” His haunted story had run its course. For now.

“Goodbye Mr. Taxi Man. ”

A boy appeared in the chair beside the door. Heidi changed as well.

“Shall we enter, Georgie Porgie?”

“After you, um, Heidi Widie.”

He always had trouble keeping up.

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November 3, 2019 · 7:24 am

time town 02

It was time to make the House of Truth a permanent structure in Collagesity South.

Done.

He then sits and admires Carrcassonnee’s new “growth” before entering the neighboring temple. So olive green, just like herself. The plant makes the alien and the alien makes the plant. Nifty. Three again is the lucky charm as per legend: a tree in this case. Three Tree; good name (?).

Walking the Rainbow Labyrinth on the temple’s bottom floor may be required preparation later on but not right now. The Man About Time is prepared enough.

8-5-6-7-4-1-2-3-0

On second floor: much work to be done still. The Man About Time plays a Carl Nielsen piano piece to see how it affects the tv static. He believes that Carrcassonnee will like this music and looks forward to her approval. He’s here to entertain her, among other things.

Third floor: Carrcassonnnee herself. Alive and well. Well enough. For now. Later: mobility.

“Hi Carr. What’s up with you tonight. What you been thinking about today? Let me in on it if you may.”

“Helllllooooo MAT. I……. call you.. MAT. You…….. call me….. CARR.”

“Okay, Carr. Good deal. MAT it is. Okay.” He swings his arms around, temporarily faces away, then returns. “Hey Carr, I’ve been thinking…”

“Iiiiiiiiiiiii”

“Um, yes Carr? You okay?”

“Iiiiiiiiiiiii”

“Okay. Lemme take a closer look (at your eye)….” But MAT quickly realized that Carrcassonnee wasn’t physical any more, unlike the old days. He couldn’t climb up her leg and check the eye, like before. She was still in some kind of ethereal form. Better be careful with her, he realized. Take it slow; slow it down.

“Iiiiiiiiiiiii” Carrcassonnee repeated, but MAT decided he couldn’t help her today.

“Hey Carr. I — think we better postpone that chat until tomorrow, eh? Tomorrow it is my friend.”

Carrcassonnee just stares now. Everything seems okay. But everything wasn’t okay. Something hadn’t been locked into place yet.

The 7th.

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November 3, 2019 · 6:54 am

time town 01

Roger Pine Ridge wasn’t home because Roger Pine Ridge’s home wasn’t, The Man About Time discovered tonight after another attempt to contact the progressive rock loving alien. Looks like he won’t be coming back to Collagesity. At least in the current photo-novel. Shame, MAT thinks. Wanted to talk to him about some things.

Suppose I’ll put a small park here or sumtin.

But it’s on to the main event of the night, perhaps. More attempts to contact Carrcassonnee in a meaningful, fluid way. Fluidity is everything, MAT ponders while crossing The Peninsula into *Collagesity* Eastside.

Looking back from the end of the bridge, he realized The Peninsula needed some palm trees to complete the effect.

voila

On to Carrcassonnee…

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November 2, 2019 · 9:21 am

awake! aware

“Hi Carrcassonnee. Welcome back, heh. Whattaya got to say for yourself? Hear it’s been a long, long time for ya, huh? Carrcassonnee?”

“I…….. am……… back?”

“That’s right, Carr. Can I call you Carr? Like something-I-can-drive kind of car. Except with another ‘r’ at the end.”

Carr(cassonnee) thought heavily. “I…………. suppose.”

“Great, Carr, heh.” The Man About Time spins around while holding out his arms. This was truly a joyful moment. Carr is alive! She’s come back. “Do you know what happened? How you got back?”

Carr senses something at her left foot. A buzzing, a humming. Life! “Something……. about……… plants?”

“That’s right, Carr baby. Plants. 3 plants, but 2 are dead. But that one, man. That one did the trick. Either you brought *it* back to life or it brought *you* back to life. Either one: you’re back. Man. Dad-i-o.”

Who…. is….. this….. man? Carr then thought, less lumberingly and limbering up. Is he……. dad? And…. this…. moss.. hanging.. off. Me. Carr tried to look down at the moss draping from her left arm but couldn’t. Had to keep staring at The Man About Time instead. But she could feel it. And she could see it peripherally. She could see a lot of things that way. A bit of the just resurrected Collagesity Tower almost completely at a right angle to her through the right window, for example. A structure she recognized. Collagesity, she thought. *Home*.

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November 2, 2019 · 7:59 am

7 Stones no more (!)

“Senor Green Jeans is a cousin,” states Gene “Mossman” Fade in that oh so grating voice of his after I told him about Alice Farrowheart and granddaughter Toddles’ recent encounter at the Neptune Pool in NWES. If only it were an octave higher Baker Bloch may be able to tolerate the gutty gravelliness for suitable periods of socializing. But I suppose that would mean he’d have to be *Jean* Fade instead of Gene, a girl instead of a boy. Hmm: I wonder, then, if Senor Green Jeans is a girl? But he must get out of here soon. Very much so.

“What does this mean for the town, this name change back to Collagesity?” Gene continued, wondering how it would affect the business at his small bar on Northside.

“It gives it a center,” Baker spoke, the male one that is (there’s also Baker Blinker, of course, the anima to his animus). “We have a tower now. Have you gotten down to that side of town tonight to see? Everyone is gathering. Looks like an instantaneous party, complete with a bonfire. All our friends will be there.” Time’s up. Baker can’t take any more of the voice. He gets up to leave. “See you there hopefully?” he throws back while walking away, rapider and rapider.

—–

Baker was too late for the party, although the bonfire was still smoldering. Police office Jeffry Tanner (yes, yet another cousin), making his nightly rounds, puts it completely out with a special spray made out of anti-tabasco sauce.