Category Archives: Kniks, The
Falmouth…
Falmouth Creek is Falmouth, Indiana extended from point to line. Left side of creek is Rush, and right side, with source at top and mouth at bottom, is Fayette, which doesn’t count. It’s mundane. On the right side also enters the magic spring just below Old Baker Settlement. This is the black hole, the X-Ray source, Cygnus X-1 but also a bit of X-3. Rush the band. Eyes. Eyes. The Visible I. [symbolic Falmouth *mouth*] is the white star, visible to the invisible, sucking and ripping black hole.
I also think of foul mouthed basses…
I must raise The Kniks out of the X-Ray source, back into the light. Back into Avebury Light. In the X-Ray spring which is the black hole, there is Gila 00, the null before the 01.
https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2013/01/07/the-kniks/
https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2013/01/17/fuzzer-house-01/
(into The Light).
Reconnected. Reharmonized. Peace with Zapple and *that* twinship, which continues after a brief period of independence in Carrcass-1. A lot hinges on Carrcass-1 Hucka D. Hucka D.? Not here.
Filed under Falmouth Creek, Frank Park, Kniks, The
Cards, In The
“West Virginia is where The Kniks conglomerate Power. Why is this?”
bb:
It is to protect the Cardboard City that is connected to their Village Green concept.
Hucka D.:
Correct. Davies has a stake in this as well now. Zappla[ and Ingor] come to examine the results. There is Dead End Steert on one side of the Cardboard City timewise, and then Big Black Skome on the other side. This is Cardinal.
bb:
Trying to process that… The two Kniks heads in “Marge Refound”, the 8th collage of the Gila series, stand for the first and last third of Baker’s Creek, marked off by identical 3.11 mile segments according to the Cardinal, er, Process.
Hucka D. (correcting?):
Decree.
bb:
The middle head has been replaced by a beech grove, probably Marge. The heads to its side are then Selma and Florence. Sorry, Selma and Patty. Marge is the 3.31 length between the two, identical 3.11. Together they are the 3 Sisters.
Hucka D.:
We’re talking about Carrcass-1, which we still can’t provide the real name for, darnit. Still haven’t got permission. Lots of paperwork involved.
bb:
Good luck with that, Hucka D. (smiles)
Hucka D.:
You could help.
bb:
How?
Hucka D.:
Provide an archival copy of Carrcass-1 for the Council to examine.
bb:
Don’t really know what the Council is.
Hucka D.:
Cardinal. (pause)
bb:
I’ll work on that archival copy then, Hucka D.
Hucka D.:
Please. Then we move beyond calling them carcasses.
bb:
So Zapple is taking notes on Carrcass-1, because his work will reappear in the following carrcass, or Carrcass-2.
Hucka D.:
Yes.
bb:
Carrcass-1 seems inexplicable to them.
Hucka D.:
Well, Ingor especially. He didn’t know about this before. He’s just become a variant here… newborn.
bb:
Let’s see. So Lola is the man-woman of the Cardboard City. That’s pretty obvious. Ruustre knows the story about the man-woman, according to bartender Rhoda, now deceased (this is also in Carrcass0-1). And the man-woman is connected to Hays County, Texas with not one but two Roosters within, a Rooster Springs and then the hq of Rooster Teeth of Red vs. Blue fame, or the former hq (in Buda). Lone Man and Lone Woman are in the center of the county, while the Roosters are more on the eastern edge. I probably have a picture of this county in the Baker Blinker Blog, Hucka D.
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bb:
Just as a sidenote, it’s really cool because Carrcass-1 which actually created in the first year of the blog, and you can follow my thoughts, in essence, all the way up to its actual creation and then beyond — the immediate effects.
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bb:
First off, Ozmo is Baker, both in the forms of Baker Bloch and Baker Blinker, the lone man and lone woman, perhaps. Fused they become The Bakers.
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bb:
I believe this is where the prelude stuff really starts kicking into gear: with the discovery of Mouse Island and The Darts.
http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2008/11/04/chatting-d/
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bb:
It’s the mention of Booger Hayes in the Cardboard City that is a key. B. Hayes, like President Rutherford B. Hayes, who owned Mouse Island. Hays County, of course, again.
Hucka D.:
He is the first president who wasn’t a president. We have left — sorry *entered* variant territory for the United States as a whole. United Snakes?
bb:
Carrcass-1 is the first carrcass beyond the influence of The Bill, who’ve not be used in one since Carcass-0 immediately preceeding this. We just mentioned Master Shake of Carrcass-0.
Hucka D.:
Master Snake?
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bb:
Spider plays or knows B. Hayes (to play is to know a tune). The naming of such is not liked by the Spider of the Cardboard City.
Hucka D.:
No. The variant world must remain hidden. The music becomes Latona… atonal I mean.
bb:
It’s music that can kill. Corndogs at least.
Hucka D.:
The…
bb:
The playing of B. Hayes is concordant, as long as the actual name of the piece or composer is not spoken.
Hucka D.:
There’s no answers to who this B. Hayes is coming from the Cardboard City alone. This is genius. But to speak the name of this genius is to deny full genius.
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bb:
Maybe we should talk of R110. (pause) Interesting that I thought Ozma was sync proof early on in this discussion.
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bb:
Interesting about the discussion of the 4th Angle… which might not be 4th Angel as perhaps some people thought. 4th Angle is the desert. Osmos. Ozmo searches the desert for new adventures, but he just doubles back into the Cardboard City in Carrcass-1. Folded back into itself, as in a 4th dimension. He cannot descend back into the Aquamarine Rebel Strike Force. West Virignia gives strong clues how to really kick start Carrcass-1, Hucka D. It starts with a man named Don in the desert, who is the same as Ozmo. He stepped outside. Don Aman. Amanaplanpanama. That was probably your line.
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bb:
When the 4th corner is reached, Ozmo ends, even though it was never suppose to end. It just does.
Hucka D. (correcting once more):
It’s never ended.
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bb:
Ozmo will be in the next collage, Hucka D. Ozmo has already been in a collage: Jasper 04. It’s connected to Gills Pier in Michigan, where Ozmo will return. 2052 is the date given.
Filed under Carrcass-01, Kniks, The, Zapple
Gila Interpretations/Associations 04
(continued from Gila Interpretations/Associations 03)
“So we’re still on collage 08, Hucka D. Ringo, or Ingor, is with, um, Zapple and they’ve found Marge. She’s the 3rd of 3 heads. Zapple’s inclusion is interesting here.”
Hucka D.:
That’s actually Frank Zapple… Zappa. No, Zapple. Twin to Ingor here. Zapple is taking notes on what they’ve found. He knows his destiny is intertwined with that of The Kniks. He is Z at the end of a Dead End Street, living in a 2 room 2nd floor apartment. Zapple takes notes.
bb:
They’ve obviously found something that goes beyond Zapple, Hucka D. My main interaction with Zapple is over.
Hucka D.:
Not really. Apostrophe.
bb:
You…
Hucka D.:
*You* are looking for Marge, not Zapple, not Kniks. Not really. Marge is the way in. Marge is the way out.
bb:
And in the next Gila collage, the 9th and penultimate of the series, I actually go inside Marge and find the McCartney head.
Hucka D.:
You find the link to Latona, the next series.
bb:
I forgot to mention that Ironmonger Lane in Marlborough is both a conduit and a block. The block is seen in collage 06 [“Patty Says No!”], which I strangely skipped over in this review. It shows the sunfish bypassing the entrance into this lane…
Hucka D.:
Dead End Lane. Dead End Street. Big Black Skome.
bb:
Yeah. The doors in the background are blue in the collage showing the blocked lane…
Hucka D.:
Quote unquote.
bb:
… and then red in the lane that subsequently opens.
Hucka D.:
It’s both closed and open at the same time. Red and blue together.
bb:
What does that mean?
Hucka D.:
Queen?
bb:
No, I said, what does that mean? (pause)
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bb:
And what of the words Apricot and Bone in the frozen Glory Ann Pond, Hucka D.? Is that still the name of The Kniks’ made up band? (pause)
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Here we have Marge opening up [“Selma Says Go!”], entered through *another* wider Marlborough Lane that isn’t named by the photographer, Brian Robert Marshall, a favorite. Hucka?*
Then in the first collage of Latona, McCartney, or I suppose this would be Marty (another variant) is explaining to Lisa the Vegetarian about, well about The Way. In the second Latona collage Lisa V. is seen inside the [main] monster of Gila’s “Monsters” collage, heading toward a now illuminated green triangle found in the same collage. I have to get inside Lisa V.’s head; find out what she saw and heard. How did she buy Wealthy Mtn.? Obviously it has something to do with what Marty told her now. She had… she had to buy it to keep it from spinning the wrong way. That was the part she couldn’t control.
(continued in Latona Interpretations/Associations 01)
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* Actually the lane is named in the captions to the linked photo: Figgins Lane.
Filed under Beetles, The, Carrcass Artists, collages 2d, Kniks, The, Wiltshire, Zapple
non sequitur
Lisa the Vegetarian wants me to start studying Winesap. Lisa the Vegetarian wants me to understand that the basic design of Herman Park comes from Arkansas and The Way and Winesap. 56. The end of March 2013 may be a decision point.
“The governments know of my return”.
“Quetzalcoatl?” I asked. “No: Master. Master Shake. Of the Aquamarine Rebel Strike Force.” “Great,” I answered. “Sapphire’s precious Aquamarine grew into the rebellious Aqua Teen and psychologically became split from her.” “Baby Jesus and the lasers,” came his non sequitur answer. Should have known.
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Lisa started with Hand + Head at the center of the Arkansas Line. “Go there,” Marty said. “Unite Hand and Head so that I will be revealed.” So she did and came back and he said she did pretty good for a young’n. She took it kindly. “Go there again and insert Heart.” So she did. She came back. “You did okay,” Marty said to her. “You did kind of good.” She was not fazed. She stood her ground. “Now the most difficult part, young lady girl woman.” Marty seemed drunk but wasn’t. “Create Health *off the map*. No… create *Hustle* and then change it to Health by spinning it in the opposite direction. Which direction are your creations spinning now?” Lisa had to think. “Clockwise? Yeah, clockwise.” “We are in the northern hemisphere so that is good and correct,” Marty answered back. “Now you must make the southern hemisphere come to the northern hemisphere.” Lisa was confused. She tapped her finger to her chin in thought. She thought of her mother Marge and her aunts Selma and Patty back in Wiltshire, England. But she was now in Amereca, land of the freaks and home of the braves. Indian braves, that is, before White Man took it all. White Buffalo Men like Marty himself. But she didn’t say this aloud. “Do I really *have* to go to Amereca?” she asked Marty, who then looked at her reprovingly. She knew she had to. She looked down at the books strewn around her feet, around the rock she sat upon. She was still in Wiltshire but she was in Amereca.
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She picked up one. “Light in August” was its title. She picked up another, and another. “Those are no good,” Marty said to her. “They’re all protected. No, you have to use *this* one.” He handed her a somewhat smaller book, a red book. No title. Instructions for building an ATM sperm bank machine? Not quite. Let’s look at Tennessee, a new blog category under UmapS, then.
“How confusing, Hucka D. Herbert Do*main* overlapped with *Main* Street Winesap.”
“Expand out please.”
So I did.
Winesap *and* Old Winesap. I knew, well, Herbert Domain refers in part to Frank Herbert, the famous science fiction author of the Dune series. In the Dune movie directed by David Lynch, an especially powerful scene is where *Paul’s hand* is inserted into a Pain Box.
http://www.technovelgy.com/ct/content.asp?Bnum=39
From the folds of her gown, she lifted a green metal cube about fifteen centimeters on a side. She turned it and Paul saw that one side was open – black and oddly frightening. Paul slowly put his hand into the box. He first felt a sense of cold as the blackness closed around his hand, then slick metal against his fingers and a prickling as though his hand were asleep…
“What’s in the box?”
“Pain.” He felt increased tingling in his hand, pressed his lips tightly together. How could this be a test? he wondered. The tingling became an itch… The itch became the faintest burning… It mounted slowly: heat upon heat upon heat… . The burning! The burning! He thought he could feel skin curling black on that agonized hand, the flesh crisping and dropping away until only charred bones remained.
It stopped! As though a switch had been turned off, the pain stopped… “Take your hand from the box, young human, and look at it.” He fought down an aching shiver, stared at the lightless void where his hand seemed to remain of its own volition. Memory of pain inhibited every movement. Reason told him he would withdraw a blackened stump from that box. “Do it!” she snapped. He jerked his hand from the box, stared at it astonished. Not a mark. No sign of agony on the flesh. He held up the hand, turned it, flexed the fingers. “Pain by nerve induction,” she said. “Can’t go around maiming potential humans. There’re those who’d give a pretty for the secret of this box, though.”
We also know from Carrcass+3 that this Pain Box is the same as an ATM sperm bank machine. Whose Line is It Anyway? Paul inserts his hand instead. “My what?” Colin asks in return, obviously surprised.
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“No you have to use *this* one,” Marty said in parallel time. Lisa took the book… not really Herbert Domain but Public Domain. Winesap is in public domain, which means she could make cash from it. Cash and credit and more cash and credit. She could rule the world… no, rule *Wealthy* Mountain and its Healthy Lake. “Use this to make Health in Arkansas,” he said. She needed cash, she needed to be *wealthy*. Then she could create the parallel domain in parallel time. I think.
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She brought her father Homer to Wealthy Mtn. through the use of virtual reality technology only she could afford to her knowledge. The Kniks knew of this and approved. This was at Quartz Brook. He was a Plastic Man, meaning he was a toy avatar. Plastic Man is bookended by Plastic People by Zapple. Through this, Lisa knew that she could not make Plastic Man because it implied or led to Plastic People. But she herself was Plastic. So this was the great sacrifice.
“Yes, 2d to 3d,” said Hucka D. He was on Mars.
But then it was the 3rd, Tin S. Man, also sponsored by The Kniks, that drew her interest next. Another A. Mann. This was at Tinsity, in the next valley over from Quartz Brook but still on her mountain: Wealthy Mountain. She was experimenting with different locations. But this was a failure as well, at least initially.
“All were successes,” Hucka D. perhaps corrected.
Superman was the last man and the 4th. This was Lion’s Roar. Lisa on Byng. She created The Way here, connecting Kansas and Kentucky, while just before this establishing Kansas and Kentucky themselves. Lisa knew that this 4th was the best and most perfect… the *most* successful. It is here that Paul’s legacy was secured.
Pauls’ Switch comes then. 5 to 6. 56. End of March 2013. 5 to 6.
http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858703499/
The Residents – The Electrocutioner
The time for all the followers of doom is drawing near,
Deceiving no-one, knowing nothing but the bite of fear.
Smiling as I throw the switch
That takes away their breath,
I see life as an interruption
To the tune of death
She is the electrocutioner…!
Playing with my birds, I wonder how the world could be
A perfect place to sin about, for anyone but me.
I see the shimmer of the dewdrops as I drink my tea.
And when the foolishness is over, I am much more me.
I wish that all the suffering and all the misery
Could be consumed inside my room, where switches set you free.
*humming*
Where switches set you free, my friend, where switches set you free.
333.
“Well, Hucka D…
“… I didn’t retreat from Marlborough and Marlborough Downs but seemingly embraced them for the next 2 collages after “Monsters”. The 7th is still a draft so far, and probably the 6th as well. But in the 6th[ of the “Gila” series], I stare into the heart of the town, perhaps a dark heart.”
Hucka D.:
You stare into yourself. You stare into the future and retirement. What will happen then? Gila knows perhaps. You see?
bb:
Yes I think so. Two paths, a brother and a sister. Both with conditions, shall we say. One, the sister, didn’t get past this alley. She stared into the future and saw the end.
Hucka D.:
Michael[ Too]’s in there as well. Smoking. He’s A. Marlborough Man too.
bb:
Half man and half rabbit. This is the alley that doesn’t appear in New Pietmond because there’s no in-depth middle between height and depth except for the X-Spot Gallery.
Hucka D.:
About at the eye level of the sink, yes.
bb:
Why did I go to the perhaps dark heart of Marlborough instead of moving away from it, back to River Key and Purton Stoke more on the edge of Wiltshire, an objective or semi-objective viewing ledge?
Hucka D.:
Already been done. You’ve already been there. As Baker Bloch.
No Way
bb:
I’m going to copy the new collage — 6th — of the Gila series into this post. Let’s take a look. This is an alleyway in Marlborough, perhaps the tightest one. Called Ironmonger Lane. There’s one in London too, and this one probably took its name after that one[ the one in London].
Hucka D.:
You must[ find out] what happened in that lane. You cannot run away back to River Key just yet. Stare into it.
bb:
Well, there’s a white horse — 2 white horses. The top one looks more like the white horses of Wiltshire, or a typical example of such, like Marlborough’s itself. The bottom one is more of a color inversion of a real horse. They face opposite ways. Also the bottom one has a rider…
Hucka D.:
The lower one is Michael Too, don’t you think? He is A. Marlborough Man. Mann.
bb:
Let’s switch to the sunfish, also an inversion. But also the same color as the sunfish that seemed to magically appear in Sunfish, Kentucky on GoogleEarth, Hucka D. I think it is some sort of psychic collage[ there].
Hucka D.:
Yes you put it there. With your mind. (smiles)
bb:
What of the sunfish crop circles in Wiltshire this past summer? What of Sunfish Pond in New Jersey next to Yards Creek? Has to mean all something this does.
Hucka D.:
Well put. Let me see as well. The sunfish[ in the 6th Gila collage] appears to be leaving the alley to the left, which means he entered it to the right. Sunfish have a difficult time changing directions once in motion. He went in and he came out. There’s 2 turquoise doors in the alley, toward the back. You’ve retained them for the collage.
bb:
One I’ve retained, and the second may be added tomorrow from the original Brian Robert Marshall photo [LINK]. You told me to return to the Marshall photos and I did. Just not in Purton Stoke.
Hucka D.:
No. You had to get to the heart of the matter. A heart.
bb:
I’m going to leave further discusssion of[ collage #6] alone, because I don’t think it’s quite finished. Will tinker with tomorrow, perhaps.
Hucka D.:
Good. And the 7th?
bb:
Well, this is in draft form as well definitely, but it looks like Baker Bloch will be standing up to his chest in the waters of the New Pietmond labyrinth, staring toward the Rockley Mansion with added rock stackings in front. I suppose it would be equated with Solomon’s Temple in this way, because the pillars, one dark and one light or in sunlight or with the sun illuminated side facing us, would be Joachim and Boaz.
The pillars will placed there synchronistically and not on purpose, as it were. As it is.
Hucka D.:
Ah so.
bb:
They are magical in appearance, and represent Marlborough in conjunction with the whole Marlborough Downs area. They probably represent some kind of answer to the dark heart of Ironmonger Alley.
(to be continued?)
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Related Baker Blinker Blog posts:
http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2010/01/19/22673/
http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2009/12/19/big-e-gallery-cutting-edge-01/
And maybe especially:
http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2009/11/20/19808/
Temple Dors
http://cinematic.de/200-motels-frank-zappa/
Marge Refound
Filed under **VIRTUAL, Beetles, The, collages 2d, Heterocera, Kniks, The, Rubi^, Wiltshire, Zapple
Fuzzer House 01
“Awww. Mess’n with me head, Butcher.”
“Blimey,” Butcher said back. He was opening a can of ten beans.
Fuzzer House looked larger from the inside. The Kniks, dressed up as Apricot-Bone, felt open and vulnerable. Like the door was open to the Broad Hinton house… and suddenly it was. Outside they saw a man walking a white dog, oblivious their exposed presence. Thank dog for the force field.
Jimmy stepped through the force field and out in the street. “Got a light, man?” he asked in his cocky Cockney way. For he desperately needed a fag.
“Blimey,” the man in the street walking his dog said. “Where’d you come from?”
“Where do you think mate?” Jimmy said, indicating with his head the Fuzzer House behind him. For his hands were busy lighting the fag after the man had handed him a cigarette lighter.
The man handed him a cigarette lighter.
“Blimey,” Butcher said back. The tin can of beans sealed itself up.
Making It BIG
Ring_o
King Tull
Filed under Beetles, The, collages 2d, Crop Circles, Kniks, The, Wiltshire
Show The With On Now
“Congratulations baker b. The aliens are gone. They told me to tell you they appreciate the bugs, and the golden one was especially delightful. I think they ate them. Anyway they took their 11 sided ship and went away. Aldebaran was their next destination.”
bb:
Thanks Hucka D. That was a relief.
Hucka D.:
Don’t go near Rust Spot still, because some devizes were left behind. Devices I meant.
bb:
Okay I won’t.
Hucka D.:
Tiny Wiltshire is okay. The top of the mountain is okay. The Old TILE Road parking where you usually park is still not okay. Okay?
bb:
Got it.
Hucka D.:
Now on with the show!
Baker Bloch, sitting in front of the newly christened Power Tower in New Pietmond, is okay with the aliens leaving.
Filed under **VIRTUAL, Bill Mountain, Frank Park, Heterocera, Kniks, The, Rubi^
The Kniks
In 1966, The Kniks made it to the big big big BIG leagues with hit single “Dead End Steert” backed by b sider “Big Black Skome”. Great work guy, er guys!
Filed under Kniks, The
Perfect
The New Pietmond layout is now satisfying to the ever perfectionist Baker Bloch. He can rest. But what’s the next step beyond surface perfection? What lies *inside* now?
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Hucka D.:
Art. Simple answer.
bb:
What of MapS?
Hucka D.:
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Personal note: Talk to Knock about new book called Raydium. “It was taken, but that’s what I wanted to call it, yeah.” “Thank, Ray… er Knock, for being here tonight.” “Briefly, though. That giant bee warned me to not keep you up too late.” “Haha, Knock,” I replied. He looked thinner tonight. Turning imaginary? “So can you tell us about the garage band, Knock?” Knock knocked down another beer. Furry Carl promptly served up another one. “Merry fucking Xmas have a beer,” came the usual rejoinder from him. In fact, it was always hovering over his head in white text. I wondered if F. Carl secretly moved about after we left him, you know, sort of just cleaning the bar a bit. I think he had to. And what of Knock himself? He said he lived in the top floor of the Hobo Squat, recently converted to the Stairs Gallery Annex as a whole. The top floor remains undeveloped for now, and that’s where Knock has chosen to stay. “Have you explored any of the local landscape?” I asked him, sipping on red wine myself imported from Smelly’s Bar just down the way. Knock didn’t answer, but I knew he hadn’t… just like I hadn’t since my return to Pietmond and Otaki Gorge over a month ago. “Is Sunklands dead?” I asked Knock. He was busy sipping his beer, staring into space, perhaps thinking about another rock opera, or one already composed. “You need to listen to me more, baker b. Sorry, Baker Bloch, hehe.” He turned to me, smiling broadly. Gappily.
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“This fusion with Z…” I attempted to continue. But Knock was gone, and only Furry Carl left. So I talked to him, which was basically talking to myself. But… well, no, I think Knock was actually there in a manner. F. Carl did not respond, or made the usual response… the only response. “Merry fucking Xmas have a beer.” And that seemed a good thing to do, if I sipped. “So Carl… can I call you Carl? Heck, silly question, I can call you anything I want.” “Merry fucking Xmas have a beer.” F. Carl stared back in his ever-belligerent way, fur hair springing out of his head. Not bald anymore! “Merry fucking Xmas have a beer.” “So Carl, let’s call you Karl with a K, so Karl, Z and Knock are fused in Pumpkintwisters.” “Merry fucking Xmas have a beer.” “Yeah, Karl, I have a beer, I just got one thank you.” “Merry fucking Xmas have a beer.” “Okay I just need to stop staring above your head. So Karl.” “Yeah?” “Haha! That was just me!” “No it wasn’t!” “Karl?” I stared at him. The text was still hovering but he was also speaking. I probably needed to call it a night. “Do you like your beer mofo?” And then the laugh, the Karl laugh. Like a rusty coffee grinder… something. Oh yeah, I remembered Karl might be an Ancient (!) He started to clean Knock’s empty beer mug left behind. He didn’t wash it, just rubbed it out a bit. “Karl, that’s quite unhygienic,” I said to him. Then the laugh again, like he could give a rat’s ass. Or couldn’t give a rat’s ass. I remembered a picture of a lazy rat was just outside, on the wall of Home Orange. “I’m up and out of bed, what more do you want?” was the statement I think he made on this wall. The rat and Karl… quite a neighborhood here! “Do you know the rat on the wall outside, Karl? After all, this is a Hole in the Wall, one of the franchise of bars.” He just laughed, longer this time, like a rusty coffee grinder stuck on grind. Er… “Holy Moly!” He then said after a pause. Then he repeated it. “Holy Moly!” But his expression really hadn’t changed from before; no surprise. “What are you surprised about?” I ask him. “Holy Moly!” I turned around and to the door. Knock walked in again. “I forgot my pocketbook with my Pietmond Plus credit card. Did you see it Karl? Did you *steal* it?” Then the laugh again from Karl. “Karl, don’t give me that evil laugh. Just hand it over.” And he did. And he laughed again. “Enjoying your talk with Karl, baker b.?” He grinned at me. “Suppose, Knock. It was… unexpected!” Knock didn’t laugh, just grinned. Karl laughed, however. They both stared at me. “He hasn’t told me about Z.” But Knock was gone.
The Picture Had Changed.
Filed under **VIRTUAL, Jeogeot, Kniks, The, Pietmond^, Sunklands^
Sunklands 
