He had to face it now. This basement was his new home. Wheeler has chosen.
Moving on (and up)…
Barry DeBoy was *soo* happy. He’d found another Tintown, huzzah! And right on the outskirts of a proper town just like the other one in Mortons Gap. Some kind of doppelganger effect going on here fer sure.
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I’m not sure what the new story will be but I’m pretty certain it will involve The Void, the place before birth, after death. The satchel contains secrets in its pages.
Nearby Baker Bloch stares into the water. Tough to tell if he is asleep or not. In a way he has to be — we all do. To even exist on this plain of reality. He dons the red cap of an artist again.
43 bucks should cover it for this wannabe cowboy of the plains.
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Baker Bloch hiding behind a big potted plant at the rental plaza, just trying to get an idea of who passes through these here parts. None spotted in the time he was there.
Just dummies around.
He’d missed the appearance of Ruby — Alien version — by a country mile, let’s say. Despite the lack of pavement where the Black Lake Bunch usually hang out in the Chicken Pen, Jen had covered her dusty, dirty tracks well, with lady of the night Nancy Pantsy doing her part 02. I recall little Alysha listening to it all from her own hiding place in The Burro, another alley across from the first. And Dogg… who could forget Dogg? I didn’t.
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“We can do it too. Go ahead and sit down, honey. Let’s talk.”
“I hear the Toasty O’s are very good here in the morning.”
“Talk,” she requested, not wanting to dilly dally around. “Spill.”
“Cube. We found the cube. In Hook Tender.”
Her mouth became an O. “My… *home*?”
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Middletown subway:
“We found a dogg, Police Chief Vice Chancellor Inspector Martha Wiggins. But *not* in *this* Lyfe.”
“Where, then?”
“*Reality*.”
“*Where, then??*”
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Andrea Stoorm (killer) and Duncan Avocado had a followup meeting to their first at Jim’s-later-Cory’s Club but it didn’t go so well. Multiple theories were tossed around with none settled on. Blue and red remain confused and muddled.
“I have to split this damn dopple town,” thought Mary Ricardo, walking away from it all. Dopple on dopple!
Unseen Alysha knew more than she let on.
She heard the alley whispers.
Real Life Burro Alley, Santa Fe, NM
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The Ant enters The Castle
to call his old friend Harrison Jett over at Fearzom. Jett was also an enemy — 1/2 and 1/2 — just like Yellowmoon was a higher and bigger mountain than nearby Fearzom but Jett’s castle was higher and bigger than Ant’s. They spoke to each other in a cordial yet tense manner. Blue was always tinged with red and visa versa. This was another Vain and Artery hemispheric situation.
“Hiya Harry!” He knew not calling him Harrison would irritate his friend/enemy slightly to start the game of chess.
“Hi Ant!” Harrison was holding his punches and jabs for later. Ant didn’t mind being called Ant. That was his name, plain and simple.
“Harry… Harrison,” Ant let up a bit. “I have a favor to ask of you.”
“What is it my old friend?” Harrison dare not add, “and old enemy,” even though he was thinking it at the time. But he purposely pronounced friend like it rhymed with fiend. Jab 01.
“I’m having trouble with my Rothko loving neighbor and I was wondering if you could come over here and back me up a bit; act as a rear guard as it were.”
“As it is!” returned Harrison Jett, continuing to move pawns in an old game. Time did not matter in these conversations which both freely admitted and played around with.
“Thank you,” allowed Ant, knowing Harry aka Harrison would show up. But what could he request in turn? There was always the tit for the tat. 1/2 and 1/2. Always.
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He hung up the phone — took him a while as usual. “I’ve got go see the bastard Ant about something,” he spoke to his wife of 3 years and 30 seconds inside the larger castle on the shorter mountain of the two friends/enemies. He thanked her again for the leather wallet and she thanked him again for the leather harness before he departed. They’d put both to good use. They were cooperative that way. Things were good at home base for Harry. He inserted the apples back into his shirt-blouse and prepared to go to war.
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flying to Yellowmoon or thereabouts
(to be continued)
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“I’d like to hire you for a job Detective Strevor. I’m looking for my brother. Billy.”
What a peculiar thing, thinks Philip Strevor before answering. *I’m* looking for a Billy.
“I’ll take the case.”
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“Got a job today, Marion. Looking for *Billy*.”
Marion Harding stared at the tv screen a bit. Then: “*Our* Billy?”
“Dunno.” Philip Strevor shifted his weight on the couch. “Go ahead and hit unpause. Just wanted to tell you that before we got into the whole atomic bomb thing.”
“Have to think about that one.”
“Yep. Sure will. Find out soon enough, I suppose. If I can find him.”
“Her,” Marion Harding corrected. He picked up the remote.
“Yup.”
The explosion continued.
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http://www.dailystandard.com/archive/2015-04-04/stories/26445/painting-the-town-for-easter
Another article with Brenda Robinson, painter of the Quilted Rock. This time she helped restore Big Bob, claimed to be the world’s largest handmade bass.
When the Griswolds were done painting, Robinson applied a final clear coat to protect Big Bob from the elements.
“I bet he’s good for another 50 years,” Griswold said.
The fish was built to advertise Celina and Grand Lake, with many Lake Festival queens riding on the float in the past. More recently members of the Celina Dolphin swim team have enjoyed a ride on the float during the Lake Festival parade.
History of Big Bob:
According to a 1976 Celina Lake Festival brochure, the current Big Bob is not Celina’s first whopper of a fish float.
Apparently, in the 1930s, a 30-foot-long fish float was built by Celina businessmen to advertise Grand Lake. The float appeared in numerous parades and events throughout Ohio, Indiana and Michigan.
The float was to be a part of the famous Parade of Roses in Pasadena, Calif., but was destroyed when it was loaded for the parade and never reached its destination.
The disheveled fish then was put on a small island in Grand Lake off West Bank Road where it sat for many years as a tourist attraction, the brochure says.
– Betty Lawrence
Oops!
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“Isn’t it clear? You must make a [“quilted”] fish sculpture. To match Waxy the Bird in nearby Greenhead. B[y]rd-Fish.”
“One Pink” (Greenup collage #11).
I just took apart the sculpture of the red/green/blue birds seen in the above collage (Opus 19) to make room in my study for the new keyboards (Baby Chro). One replaces another in effect.
Opus 19 in 1990 art exhibit
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Fish+Bass in Quay County, NM.
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Hucka D.:
You must find out the Whitehead X-ing equivalent to Yreka, which is akin to the Vikings’ Greenland and Iceland in that it is the opposite of the name. We know Greenland and Iceland are equivalent to Greene Knob, which will be renamed Gene’s Knob in honor of Gene Fade and his super-opus “Fade to Moss”. Is the story of the Strange or Strang Monster a part of “Fade”?
bb:
I wonder if this Yreka is actually pre-*Leaf*? That would be odd. It looks like from a Siskiyou County map that Yreka would be positioned near the head of No Title Spring, or what was perhaps Norum Spring in the far past.
Hucka D.:
This county is perhaps a snapshot of what Leaf encountered when he entered The Crossing those oh so many years ago. All of California is like this — I think of Eric near Monolith. The Monolith was already present? Or did Leaf build it? And then what of Strange being born in Weed (NM)? Strange is a bartender/monster. Noonan. Frank-einstein.
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I think Mossbrae Falls figures into this somewhere as well.
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Sunklands 