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Whitehead Crossing, 12/31/15 03

And here is Owl Rock itself below the wedged stick, illuminated by a flash from my camera. The important thing to notice here is the center. To me, an image pretty clearly emerges from it which I will call the Owl Man. A closer look at it can be found in the Owl Rock post just above, along with the closest online lookalike I could find, from Mike Clelland’s Hidden Experience blog. Then in researching his blog a bit more later on, found out he had just published *a book on Owl coincidences*. Hmmm. I soon detected several blocks of information merging here at this stone and its perceived, queer center.

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Moss on Grey Rock further north. No oddities here to report — just a nice image.

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Grey Seal with Grey Rock and topping or capping Seal Stone. Owl Rock is behind the larger tree closest to Grey Rock.

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The Green Turtle formation, known about for a number of years now LINK. Another classic Crossing oddity.

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Head of Little Whitehead stream. It’s unusual to find the source of the stream so far up; as I’ve stated before, it’s rained quite heavily at times lately in Blue Mountain.

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Looking down the length of Little Whitehead from near its source.

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Green Turtle again. So green!

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Moving above the formation, it starts looking more like a parrot than a turtle.

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In the same rock grouping is found what *might* be Edward’s Stone, and featured in another Falmouth collage (Falmouth 56).

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Whitehead Brook tumbling on the opposite side of the Emerald Ridge from Little Whitehead.

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Whitehead Crossing, 12/31/15 02

The Korean Channel’s dark and light dead hemlock trees again.

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The light one is shorter than the dark one. But still, such obvious pillars!*

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The banks of Whitehead Creek as it passes through the meat of The Crossing.

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What I call the 4 Sticks area of WH Crossing, the center of things seemingly. I have, however, cancelled any possibility of a toy happening here. More on that new development shortly. This picture specifically shows a woods phenomenon I’ve named the Pendulum Stick, which I discuss more in this older post. LINK I’m amazed it stayed put through the windy winter months.

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This day I also decided to “pocket” my Pocket Rock, a foreign input into The Crossing, and take it back home with me. Until now, I saw this as a possible center of centers. No longer. A white stain had formed on the rock, which I think is not bird poo, as the viewer of the photo may assume, but pine resin from the tree it lay under. That pine needle is really glued to the rock by it. I thought this more woodsy art by The Others, and a sign I should remove the stone from WH Crossing. I won’t go into details except to say that I seemed to be directed — to put a word on it — to insert the object into my similarly sized Starbucks coffee cup and take it out of the vicinity. WH Crossing, I’m realizing more and more, is a sacred space and it is not my position to impose on it with “foreign” art. I’ll obviously go more into that idea later, but here just reinforce that Pocket Rock is gone, and that the toys we see, for example, here LINK, will not return. And no marble race will come to The Crossing. Or junk. All the things that made the Bigfoot art happening on the edge of the Blue Mountain Urban Landscape so successful this past fall.

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White resin merges with white snow depicted on the cup.

Looking up Whitehead Stream toward the Cliffs of Dundee and Big Log, one of those classic Crossing shots. At one time in the past, little Winnie the Pooh rolled his honey cart across this log but was rejected from entering 4 Sticks by Old Zoso himself. The story is summarized in collage 43.5 of the Falmouth series.

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Seal Stone, the capping rock of the Grey Seal formation, of course.

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And now something new: the elevation of smaller, newly dubbed Owl Rock found at the base of Grey Rock/Grey Seal to WH Crossing weirdo status. In the below photo, you can only see an edge of the rock projecting from the bottom. The focus here is instead on a stick *wedged* into Grey Rock in a mossy area. This is unusual. This is unnatural, I believe. The stick was placed there to mark the importance of Owl Rock, I feel, which it passes directly over. I’m not going to mince my words as much any longer. Notice also, in this shot, lichen on Grey Rock above the wedged stick that appears somewhat like an eye, or maybe a bullseye.

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Whitehead Crossing, 12/31/15 01

The first shot comes not from Whitehead Crossing but Ashville, where I hiked around about 2 weeks ago. I won’t say exactly where — oh yes, I do have a fake name for the hill I trekked up and down. It’s called Hemp Hill, a potential center for an Ashville mythology. I’ll have more on this knob soon enough; just didn’t want to lose track of the particular photo of it below in the meantime. More on Ashville in this blog here. And I haven’t written about it in so long I forgot *its* true fake name, which is Middletown. Maybe a talk with Carrcassonnee about Middletown is in order. I seemed to have summarized my interactions with it through the Embarras collage series of Jan/Feb *last* year (can’t believe it’s 2016 already!), which contains many images from that city.

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Back to Whitehead Crossing, which I visited both Thursday (12/31) and Friday (1/1) for several hours apiece. And I might even return today and Sun. Of course, this particular area is heavily documented in both the present blog and the old Baker Blinker Blog, starting back in 2010 when I first explored it in general. There is little in the present pictures that hasn’t been documented before in terms of just photographing objects. But it seems when I go back I see things from a different angle, or, better, things *change*, almost of their own volition.

The first photo comes from the Korean Channel just south of Whitehead Crossing proper, depicting some bulbous weeds I thought interesting.

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Then we move to the two giant, dead hemlock trees that mark a sort of gateway into the area, acting like Boaz and Jachin pillars in their dark and light coloring respectively, and positioned on opposite sides of The Crossing’s central Green Stream. This would be in the middle of about a 100 foot straight run of the stream I call, simply enough, The Straightway, which traditionally begins and ends with two islands (Rocky I. and Cresent I.). I say “traditionally” here because the composition, shape, and even locations of the islands can change over time.

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The depression below Crocodile Rock is filled with water. It’s rained quite heavily in Blue Mountain at times during the past week. But often when I visit Whitehead Crossing, it’s dry around this rock.

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Another shot of the dark and light hemlock trees surrounding Green Stream.

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The Welcome Matt stone, which acts as a set with Crocodile Rock, along with another stone bordering Green Stream called Eagle Rock (I think). All 3 are about equal in terms of surface size, and also lie on the same general line approximately equidistant from each other. I’ll have to remember to take a measuring tape out there sometime to find exact distances.

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We step up from Welcome Matt, and what’s called Matland in general at the top of the Korean Channel, to revisit Whitehead Crossing’s stick teepee next, something built by the hands of unknown others just this past June. I don’t think the structure been used for much of anything since it was constructed, and certainly it was never weatherproofed. I initially feared that someone, perhaps a student at the local collage, would simply move in the teepee for the summer and perhaps longer. But it never happened, and now we just have a useless shell of a thing. I’ve even contemplated knocking the teepee down, but that might bring some kind of bad karma. You have to be careful about altering the nature of the area. The *builders* of the teepee might have “sinned”, but I didn’t want to compound their errors by making judgements of my own.

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Second Life’s Spongeberg Resident, crazily enough, claims to have lived in this teepee for a period of time as well. In fact, I think he might still believe he stays there. Is it true? Again I’ll have to ask Carrcassonnee the next time we speak, perhaps later on tonight. She’s back from her trip to Nautilus City, as I understand.

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If Spongeberg in fact lives there, this would be his view across Matland from just outside the teepee. The 3 rocks mentioned before are basically in line with each other in this view, with Welcome Matt at the bottom of the photo, Crocodile Rock beneath the small, dead hemlock near the picture’s center, and Eagle Rock unseen beneath a stream bank in the background. I suppose this could be called Three Rock Line or The Line of Three Rocks, then.

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Stepping up from Matland and Welcome Matt into the teepee and Whitehead Crossing proper would symbolically be very similar to Elton John stepping up into the yellow brick road on the cover of his Goodbye Yellow Brick Road album.

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Baker Bloch’s Letter

Dear Spongeberg,

Please don’t destroy Collagesity. It has taken me a considerable amount of time and effort (and a *little* bit of money!) to get to this point in my virtual town creation. I am still able to exhibit all of my collages in various galleries within the town, even though I’ve produced over 150 more in the last 3 years to add to the 100 in the Art 10×10. There’s more a one to one match between series and gallery structure, almost right off the bat, with Fal Mouth Moon and its 61 piece Falmouth series being a prime example. I anticipate more collages to come in the next year, two, three. I need this town for future exhibits. I cannot just start over.

Pietmond, my first virtual village, came during a period in Second Life when object return times on abandoned land could still be set to zero. That meant I could abandon land and retain the objects I had created on it. Through this, I was able to line Pietmond in the Otaki Gorge sinkhole with protective parcels containing structures and vegetation — really, a small forest surrounded the bottom of the sink and the town. I could also move objects onto this land after abandonment except for linden vegetation. It was a unique situation. It has been a struggle to re-create towns that I am pleased about *without* resorting to a jump up in Linden tier since then. Sometime in the first part of 2013 I believe, the rules for abandoned land were changed. Objects left behind were now automatically returned to the owner after a certain period of time expired, usually a week at most. This means that you have to own land in order to retain objects on it. You can still place objects on abandoned land but they could not be part of the parcel prims. They had to be prims assigned to your own land, slyly placed in an adjacent property. There are still a certain amount of objects now in Collagesity that actually lie on abandoned land, but they count against my prim allotments.

On the other side is the really handy prim to convex hull conversion for Second Life objects that’s come along in the meantime, saving a lot on land impact. I would estimate that the prims needed to create the present state of Collagesity might have to be increased by 1/4 or even more without this new option. So advantages have been taken away, but new advantages have been put in place.

In order to create an actual living, breathing Collagesity, I feel I need, at minimum, 8704 square meters of land, maxing out a 40 dollar monthly tier payment. I have that in Minoa. This might be hard to find in another spot in Second Life. In addition to this, I find it really handy to have just a *bit* over this, and in Minoa’s case I rent the land for the row of structures that include the Red Umbrella gallery and the old Norum gallery. I’m not sure if I *have* to have this rental for it all to work, but it’s certainly convenient that it’s adjacent to my Minoa land and available for use.

Then there’s the Rubi Woods. You have to look far and wide to find a similarly protected woodland of Linden design. The pine oriented Kerchel Forest is one, but that’s on the oldest continent and I haven’t seen land for sale directly bordering it in a number of years. Then there’s the Punic Woods, recently reinvestigated by Baker Bloch of course. You know this option. But I would point out, in that case, the disadvantage of Nautilus City properties. True, you have double the prims on any 1024 you rent, but that’s not as necessary now with the prim to convex hull option. And you still have to pay double what you would for an ordinary 1024. What might be better is a *larger* parcel with *half* the allotted land impact at *half* the cost. In this scenario, a 4096 with half the prim allotment would cost the same as a 1024 with double the prim allotment. You would have space to spread out.

So with all this in mind, let me beg of you to not destroy Collagesity in the coming month at least. Give me a little more time to figure out the next big step beyond the Boos gallery. The town is still progressing, still developing. I will rouse the townspeople to action. Let me outline some plans; more will be added later:

* expansion of the town library to include books generated from the Baker Blinker and Frank and Herman Einstein blogs.
* continued expansion of the World of Collage gallery.
* development of the town museum now housed in Castle Jack.
* reinstatement of the TILE Temple.

These are just things off the top of my head. Collagesity has great possibilities for growth. Currently I have over 300 prims freed up to work with. The town should not die at this point. You still get great bang for the bucks.

Respectfully,
Baker Bloch (baker b.)

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Sic(k)

On Friday night, December 31st, Spongeberg Resident was standing before the townspeople of Collagesity, imploring them to give reasons for him to *not* destroy it and them with it. It was slightly in the future, but I saw it through the vortex that had been opened in the meantime.

“The tower of Shiny Hare is a reason for the town to keep existing,” he continued. “Baker Bloch’s ‘Uncle Meatwad’ is a reason. The budding love of youngsters Cardboard Derek Jones and Lisa The Vegetarian Simpson is as good a reason as any. I’m all for true love. But in my heart of hearts, I still think the cons outweigh the pros. The town is too expensive to run. Even with the oh so handy prim to convex hull conversion to decrease land impact.”

“Who are you?” raised a voice in the back of the crowd. It was Furry Karl, who had arrived late for the meeting due to his longer walk from the Hole in the Wall bar.

“I am called Spongeberg Resident, and I am a destroyer by nature. There are hundreds upon hundreds of residents in this Second Life, but I am *The* Resident. Carrcassonnee is unique as well. I stand in for her at this meeting, as I explained earlier Fuzzy Jim (Spongeberg attaches a wrong name to Furry Karl here). She is meeting with forest representatives at Nautilus City, and I’ll go ahead and tell you that she’s making plans to move *some* of you — along with *some* of the town — back over there if I make the choice I think I’ll make. So it’s up to you, the citizens of Collagesity, to make a difference. Send me your essays (earlier, Spongeberg had asked each person at the meeting to send him at least a two page report on why Collagesity should be saved). Send in the reasons. I’ll debate. The chance of destruction is 70-30 right now. Carrcassonnee has allowed me to do what I wish here. She actually can’t keep me from my job even if she thought otherwise. Yet I am not a mean deity. I am a kind destroyer. I usually nibble around the edges — a church here, a gazebo there. But I feel in this case it is best for all of you to enter another life together. A life that doesn’t involve Second Life.”

“I haven’t seen the required film,” chipped in flatty Fox Mulder, who, as usual, was standing side by side with partner Dana Skully. “Can we still see it? That might make us, as a town, feel better about where we’re going, where it’s all heading.”

“You had your chance,” replied Spongeberg levelly. “Baker Bloch was at the beach all last week and you all just sat around doing nothing. You are so lazy. I’m asking you to work now for your town. Okay, okay, I’ll allow you to see the film if you wish. “Uncle Meatwad” is currently loaded up at the Collagesity Theatre but I’ll ask Baker Bloch to reload the Grand Theft Auto video from Tube World [sic].” He tapped his face, as if deciding on something. “You sicken me,” he then tacked on to end his speech. He stepped down from the podium on the second floor of the town diner and made his way through the grumbling crowd toward the teleporter. But when reaching it, he just disappeared in that cloud of black particles again.

I pulled back from the vortex. Carrcassonnee was by my side. “You have only 1 day to change things,” she said. “I have to leave for Nautilus City. Things are pretty much set in stone, but stone can be molded in time as well. A bit. It’s all pretty plastic given enough time. Which you have little of. Goodbye and good luck!”

Carrcassonnee teleported to Nautilus City, leaving me with Spider and Lisa. I knew Lisa wouldn’t be making that date in the diner tomorrow, since Carr. animates her. Poor Cardboard Derek Jones. He won’t understand any of this.

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Dancer

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“The Church of the Red Doors is gone,” he began in his slightly metallic, echo-y voice. He was standing uncomfortably close to me, but I stood my ground.

“Yes”, I said. “Cardboard Derek Jones claims it was eaten by a blackbird in the middle of the night.”

“Jasper?” asked Spongeberg, surprising me.

“Oh yeah, Jasper the Rook wasn’t it?” I recalled something far far back when I had a gallery next to the Lemon sim of the Sansara continent. It was called “Something to CHRO About”. A giant rook named Jasper visited the balcony one night. Let me see if I can dig up a picture.

“Pardon me,” I said to Spongeberg. “I’m digging something up in my inventory for the blog reader… and for you.”

“I’ve seen it,” he came back. “I am that bird,” he then followed calmly. He walked over to the place that the church once occupied in Collagesity Heights. “Tasted like chicken,” he added flatly. “I was going to eat Cardboard himself but backed off at the last moment, thinking about Lisa. Poor dear Lisa. She needs him, if only for a giggle. And Carrcassonnee has said he needs to write that book about Pennsylvania.”

“Corisca”, I corrected. “The Second Life continent of Corsica, which I have compared to Pennsylvania, or at least its main island.

“Pennsylvania is an island? I thought that was New Jersey.” I didn’t correct Spongeberg this round. I thought I’d just let him roll. Spongeberg is the blackbird! But I knew he was telling the truth. He’s some kind of shapeshifter!

“Would you like to see?” Spongeberg came back. I assumed he meant witnessing a transition into a bird.

“Are you a rook, then?” I asked.

“I’m technically a rook, yes, but you can call me crow, blackbird, raven, whatever turns you on. But you’re here probably to talk about Uncle Meatwad. I have digested that as well.”

“What did you think? What’s your verdict?”

“The Egypt thing is pretty profound. I’ve been thinking about that. And I think we need to re-create that hole, that vortex, in Collagesity. Carrcassonnee agrees — I spoke briefly with her before you came up. Lisa has a date, I understand. Really glad I didn’t eat her date now.” He smiled and then blew me a kiss. Then started dancing crazily. This went on for about 30 seconds. I was tempted to join in but didn’t. After all, Baker Bloch was a top notch dancer. Everyone can dance really swell in Second Life, it seems.

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He stopped. I waited. He disappeared in a spray of black particles, and, I repeat, right where the Church of the Red Doors sat.

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Was this the place he wanted to set up the vortex? Had he, I don’t know, created some kind of hole into another dimension there?

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Blackbird Tells

There were so many things going on related to Collagesity. I have been researching the whole of the Baker Blinker Blog and also the Frank and Herman Einstein blog that followed it, a big project. I will release both the first part of the BB Blog and also the Corsica Continent supplement book early in the coming year, hopefully. More on that soon.

Carrcassonnee has charged Cardboard Derek Jones to write the Corsica book, but of course it will be me doing the work behind the scenes, as it were. Bracket is, I repeat, dead to Second Life, and he comes from the Corsica continent. I read all the related posts at the beach last week. It looks pretty solid as is.

Cardboard DJ not only flirted with Lisa The Vegetarian upon exiting Carr.’s gazebo last night but they actually have a date together. CDJ proposed that he pick up Lisa at the gazebo at 8 on Friday and they dine at the town diner. When he asked me a bit later (through Baker Bloch) about the state of the diner, I told them that they could serve hamburgers for sure, and I think there was some sushi and other fish dishes that I could round up. He seemed pleased enough with that.

I asked him if he felt slighted by Carr. referring to him (and Lisa) as “flatties”, meaning they’re “mere” two-dimensional cutouts in Second Life. He said that, well, he didn’t really answer that come to think of it. I haven’t talked to Lisa about the subject. *Can* I talk to Lisa?

A mysterious giant rook or raven alighted at Collagesity Heights and *ate* the Church with the Red Doors, along with the collage featuring Ray Davies inside. CDJ also told me this. I asked when this happened, and he said, the dead of night. He had to personally shoo it away from the lemon at the door of Carr.’s gazebo, he also said. I wondered why the rook or raven would hone in on that particular object next. Maybe it was the fire that attracted him or her.

CDJ said the raven/rook then strutted back and forth in front of him, obviously in a threatening position. “I was afraid he was going to eat *me* instead,” he admitted. But eventually, CDJ explained further, the blackbird gathered his wings and flew again into the night, skirting past the cat atop the Shiny Hare tower on his way upwards. CDJ believes the bird was testing how secure the cat was held to the tower’s top. “I know in my heart of hearts that this bird will return,” he finished up.

We didn’t even get a chance to talk about “Uncle Meatwad”. I don’t think he quite got the whole thing. But Spongeberg did in the main, and he’s the important one to convince on this particular item. I, through Baker Bloch again, am on my way to meet with him now. Talk soon!

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Uncle Meatwad Too

Spongeberg wanted to hear the involved album, so we figured out a way to pipe it into the gazebo. I told him it was my favorite Firesign Theatre album. “Everything You Know Is Wrong” is the name. He listened intently. I was hoping he was remembering the parts I used in “Uncle Meatwad”. Everything hinges on this, I repeat to myself. Don’t goof it up!

He was disappointed that the “Egypt” segment wasn’t on this album. I told him it was on one of their earlier works, called “How Can You Be In 2 Places…” He didn’t seem to want to hear that particular album, and I was relieved. I told him *all* the middle part used “Everything” instead. It was only the 1st and 3rd parts of “Uncle Meatwad”, the *mirrored* parts, that used a little of “2 Places”. He nodded his head. “So this is the important one,” he stated. “I suppose so,” I replied. “This is the middle, the hole in the middle.”

“It’s what we have to discuss,” Carrcassonnee then adds. “This zero, this null. What to plant within. Because there is work to be done still.”

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Uncle Meatwad Won

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1st 27 or so minutes of what we eventually saw:

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Afterwards we reconvened at Carrcassonnee’s gazebo to discuss the viewing. Spongeberg wanted to see the first part again to take notes, so Furry Karl and I walked around town some more. Carrcassonnee simply teleported back to her position in the gazebo. I knew it was ultra important that I correctly sell what I would consider the true status of “Uncle Meatwad”. To save the town. To save my reputation as an artist. So the questions began…

“I have made a short list of matches now,” began Spongeberg Resident. “What I saw was 15 minutes of what could be considered random pieces of music, dominated by John Lennon.”

“We call him Lemon here in virtual-land, Spongeberg,” I tried to joke.

“But I also know,” continued Spongeberg, “that this is all real in some way, some fashion… because of ‘Shiny Hare’.”

“Because of ‘Shiny Hare’, yes,” I reinforced. This was about our walk in Frank Park around the Bunny Trail. We talked of “Shiny Hare”. I convinced Spongeberg, his real life counterpart, about the legitimacy of “Shiny Hare”.

“This is an earlier work,” stated Spongeberg.

“Yes,” I said. “From 2007.”

“And it is a double itself.”

“Yes,” I said again. “Twin to [delete name]. I made “Uncle Meatwad” public for a brief period because [delete name] sits hidden behind it, protecting.”

“This is the tajitu,” chips in Furry Karl.

“Yes, I guess it is,” I said, “like the interview with the other Karl, Karl. The trapped Wheeler is [delete name]. The exposed white side of the tajitu is “Uncle Meatwad”. But in another way, “Uncle Meatwad” is trapped, like the Wheeler. Can you help me free him?”

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Spongeberg jotted down some more notes. Carrcassonnee was staring at him with her one, big eye.

“Carrcassonnee,” I asked, “What is your opinion? How do I free “Uncle Meatwad” and save the village?”

“Me,” she answered simply.

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Spongeberg then says the “Egypt” cue is where it starts to really kick in or “sync”, as he put it. He understood the magic, once more. “Shiny Hare” style magic. “And”, he said, “you work backwards from there to understand the first part. which mirrors the 3rd.”

“Yes,” I said.

“Then the middle part, the last one, is where it all goes down… the hole.”

“Absolutely.” Had I just saved Collagesity?

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3rd Audience

It was a busier night for Carrcassonnee. Spongeberg saw the telltale lemon burning in the bowl outside the gazebo on his way to examine Shiny Hare. He took advantage of the being’s presence. He still had some issues.

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I, baker b., was not privy to the actual conversation, but I heard what happened second-hand through Furry Karl, who was also on his way to see the new town tower when he spied Spongeberg within the temple and sneaked around the back to listen. I immediately reprimanded him for doing so, but I was also oh so ever curious about what they talked about. So when Furry Karl spilled some of the beans, I made a cup of instant coffee in place of a real one. What could I do? I was the one actually in charge of the town, I felt. These were *my* creations. I of course didn’t tell Furry Karl this. I remembered how he used to just say “Merry Fucking Summer, have a beer”, and so on. Merry Fall, Merry Easter, Merry this and that. What changed? Does he have memory of those muter times? Anyway, to the spilled beans and improvised coffee making…

“Spongeberg still desires to kill the town,” says Karl to me as we enter the palm grove of Collagesity East. “The Hare statue didn’t change his mind.” We both look up. It was towering above us. “It’s a *tower*,” I want to say to Karl.

“I know the taijitu,” he then says, surprising me. “I know of Uncle Meatwad. Things have changed. I am not mute because I have shifted somewhat. Just now, actually. That memory just locked into place. Funny.”

I looked at Furry Karl. His *double* was *in* Uncle Meatwad. “Show me Uncle Meatwad”, he almost demanded. “We can go up to Collagesity to view it. Where the Church of the Red Door is.”

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Spongeberg and Carrcassonnee talked about “Uncle Meatwad” most of the time, as it turned out. Me (Baker Bloch), Baker Blinker, Hucka Doobie, and Uncle Meatwad and Shakenstein and such.

“What happened?” Spongeberg asked cooly (says Karl). I imagined Carrcassonnee’s eye rolling upwards.

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