Looks like he’s settled in for the day. Maybe Baker Blinker can get some well deserved shuteye now, or even pop out again to see exiled Carrcassonnee over in Nautilus City.
But, no, here comes Baker Bloch’s father Space Ghost, fresh from the woods.
“Hellooo! Son?”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0001, Heterocera, Rubi
No it was not a dream or an hallucination. Furry Karl had really left town with his cousin Crash to fish on the coast. The ancient Mr. Low was still in the pool outside the bar, staring with those horrible eyes at every passerby. *The Master* had made his evil lair up there in Collagesity Heights — Baker Blinker was practically his slave (again) already. It was all leading up to this, both this blog and the old Baker Blinker Blog. Those Ancients had taken over the air, the water. Soon all land would surely follow.
Luckily Baker Bloch had been studying the center of the tetraptych again on the main floor of the Red Umbrella. That vortex he stares at below strongly reminded him of a picture from the blog his user, me, inserted concerning “Uncle Meatwad” about a week ago now.
Here’s the post he’s thinking back to, and the picture:
https://bakerbloch.com/2015/12/30/uncle-meatwad-too/
He goes over to look at his double to the right in the tetraptych. Same size… exactly it seemed. It was as if he could sit in the same position and actually enter the reality of the collage, which was a streetview of Middletown, USA, the wife and I’s future home, most likely. Future reality, then.
Baker goes over to the gallery’s teleporter. The same swirl, the same type of vortex.
Through it he visits each of the 5 legitimate galleries in Collagesity. Below he teleports out of the Power Tower.
What he gets out of this zigzag of visits is that each gallery has that map of Jasper County, Illinois in it, with different towns and villages highlighted. Jasper must be the vortex, he realized! Jasper and Newton together, somehow activating the whole thing. The taijitu again. Karl would like that.
He returns to the Red Umbrella after the tour, and the central vortex. Something had happened in the meantime. Something had been activated. It was the 5 part visit, drawing a complete pentagram. Now he was on a higher octave. Now he was buzzing like a bee again. Angelic.
The vortex was growing…
… and then took him in.
—–
Baker Blinker was again in charge of my virtual family. She had no choice but to step into the open void as black hole begat black hole.
Baker Blinker emails the rest of the town about Baker Bloch’s disappearance, and the takeover by Ancients. She had much freedom work to do ahead of her. But first, The Master needs more popcorn.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0001, Heterocera, Rubi
“He’ll take over Collagesity Heights. He’ll watch “Uncle Meatwad” over and over until he’s sick…”
Hucka D.:
From eating the popcorn, yeah. Then he’ll roll over and sleep. Then he’ll wake up and start it all over again. *We’ll* have to provide the popcorn and the drinks. He doesn’t like shakes, oddly enough.
bb:
How long can this go on?
Hucka D.:
Until it’s done.
—–
“Karl, you’re an Ancient. You’ve got to help us. You’re the only good (hiccup) only good Ancient I’ve ever known.”
“Yeah, that’s because I have fur. I’ve changed. I’ve adapted to this place. I’m *Furry* Karl now.”
“Great,” responds Baker Bloch.
“Anyhow, I haven’t spoken to those cretans in many ages. I just lived next to the wad of ’em. Sure they came over all the time and I came over to their place. But it was mainly to complain.”
Baker looks down into his 5th drink of the night and thinks about crying. “Hucka D., you know, the blog spirit…”
“Don’t talk about spirits in this place,” Karl reprimands.
“He says we might not be able to get rr-rid of them. It’s their world now. Theirs.” He pointed up to the sky with his free hand.
“I’m going fishing with my cousin Crash down at the coast. I’m washing my furry hands of the whole mess. *You* guys deal with it. They’re not my type any more. There’s Crash now… hey, watch the rod!”
Baker Bloch looked over at the door of the bar. A pure bred, cartoon looking furry stood there. Karl’s cousin Crash. Trouble is, there were two of him to Baker Bloch, blurring in and out of each other.
“Two”, is all Baker could manage as they left together, rod in hands.
“Goodbye to you too, Baker Bloch,” Karl called back through the door. “And Merry Fucking Easter.”
Hucka D. was looking down on him as his alcohol poisoned head sank to the bar countertop. He actually hovered over him, like an angel. Something had happened that Baker Bloch would never get over. Karl probably wouldn’t return, at least for a long time. Carrcassonnee herself was packing bags. Yes, something had shifted. Unplanned maintenance.
—–
The next day, Baker Bloch was hung over but not hallucinating any more. The crash was over.
Or was it?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0001, Heterocera, Rubi
(joined in progress)
Carr.:
They’re all coming back, all the Ancients. Isn’t that marvelous?
Baker Blinker:
*No* Carrcassonnee, I don’t think it is.
Carr.:
You are the Original Baker. Ur Baker. B-a-k-u-r. But I will call you sweetie. I call Lisa cutie or hottie at times to cheer her up. Us women must stick together.
Baker Blinker:
You can call me Ms. Blinker.
Baker Bloch:
Or you can just call her Baker Blinker. And me Baker Bloch, Carrcassonnee. Or Ms. Blinker and Mr. Bloch. Just not sweetie, probably.
Baker Blinker:
No. I don’t like that.
Carr.:
I will call you Original Baker. Original Baker? (pause)
Baker Blinker:
Yes?
Carr.:
The Ancient you call Mr. Low, speaking of misters, has come to take Baker Bloch back to the netherworld. The old world. Baker Blinker, sorry, Original Baker. Okay I’ll just call you Baker Blinker, or Baker Too. Anyway, you must keep Mr. Low underwater — sleeping with the fishes.
Baker Bloch:
Why did he manifest in the very spot that Karoz crashed last night? I visited Karoz at his apartment this morning. He’s a bit hung over, but he’s fine. I believe he’s taking target practice now at Poppy Pond, but with his silencer on as you requested.
Carr.:
Yup. Don’t want those things popping right outside my window.
(Karoz walked into the gazebo)
“There’s another one in my pond.”
Baker Bloch:
Poppy?
Karoz:
Yep. (pause) I think he might be dead. He’s floated to the top.
Carrcassonnee:
Did you pop him one?
Karoz.:
No!
Carr.:
You did, though.
Karoz (confessing):
Yeah. I couldn’t tell what he was. He scared me.
Baker Bloch:
We better go look. Excuse us Carrcassonee.
Carr.:
Sure. Bring me back a leg.
Baker Blinker:
Creepy.
—–
—-
Baker Bloch:
Well, he’s dead, Carrcassonnee. We killed an Ancient. What will we do now?
Carr.:
Wait for the worst and hope for the best. More are coming.
Meanwhile in eastern Collagesity…
… the worst of the worst arrives.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0001, Heterocera, Rubi
“You do realize that the Rubi Forest and interconnected Sylver forest form a hypercube. You’ve been all around that forest LINK. *You* have formed the hypercube. That’s what you can take forward from Second life. My Second Lyfe.”
Like the Tungaske Sphere LINK (!):
No wonder they couldn’t hold it together.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0001, Heterocera, Rubi
Baker Bloch:
These Krings beers are pretty good Karoz. Maybe you should get one of those.
Furry Karl:
Yeah, sorry about the cake, Karoz. My refrigeration unit broke along with the heater. Everything was too hot and too cold at once.
Baker Bloch:
Isn’t that life, Furry Karl. Isn’t that life.
Furry Karl (laughing):
I suppose it is Baker Bloch. So Karoz… hit you with another beer?
Karoz:
I’ll just nurse my somewhat flat wine, yeah. I’ll hold you to that beer later.
Baker Bloch:
A shame you couldn’t have that Absinthe in your inventory. Probably an old object.
Karoz:
Ah, I’d already had 4 beers while I was shooting target practice below the Kidd Tower. At that pond. Does it have a name?
Furry Karl:
Are you talking about Poppy Pond? Yeah, the one where the gazebo use to be. You see, there were once two identical gazebos the same as Carrcassonne’s one now, isn’t that right Baker Bloch?
Baker Bloch:
Yeah. Facing… you tell it Karl.
Furry Karl:
Facing opposite directions. Same latitude, same elevation, everything. Except the turning. This town is freak’n wacky! (laughs)
Karoz:
Hmm. Do you have a gun, Karl?
Furry Karl:
Of course. You don’t know how many times I’ve loaded up with liquor and shot into those woods.
Baker Bloch:
What if it’s another avatar!?
Furry Karl:
Never seen a body the next morning, animal or human.
Baker Bloch:
Have you read Karl’s book, Karoz?
(Karl clears his throat loudly)
Uh, ahem, I mean the book Karl has over there in his bookcase.
Karoz (looking around):
What bookcase?
Baker Bloch (ignoring the question):
It’s by this fellow named Blood Curdling, who tells tales of the forest.
Karoz:
Tell-tale tales? (smiles) Anyway I know Karl wrote it. Spongeberg told me. Spongeberg told me a lot of things. Everything about this mother flipp’n town except the name of that pond. (smiles again) Now I know everything. What to shoot at, what not to. Ah heck, I’m getting pretty drunk off this additional beer and wine. Maybe I better head back home and crawl in bed. Anyway, congrats again Karl on the new location of the bar. It’s a tricky walk down here but I’m sure you’ll get 5 times the business now you’re in Collagesity proper.
Baker Bloch (snickering):
Collagesity proper. You and your fancy college expressions.
(Karoz pulls out his wallet and hands Furry Karl a bill.)
Furry Karl:
Whoa, a whole linden dollar. Yeah, you come back anytime Karoz, an-y-time.
Baker Bloch:
See ya later, Karoz.
(Baker Bloch and Furry Karl watch a tipsy Karoz leave the bar to head back home.)
Furry Karl (after Karoz is seemingly out of earshot):
Cheap bastard.
Baker Bloch:
He can’t help it. He’s fallen on hard times. Listen, we have to prop him up.
Furry Karl:
Why? He’s not a flattie like me.
Baker Bloch:
No, I mean emotionally prop him up. He’s obviously a little depressed in my eyes.
Furry Karl:
Ah, he’s got his new gun. He’s okay. He’ll be okay, I mean. Give him time. More target practice time (laughs).
Baker Bloch:
He was once president of Sam Parr College in Collagesity, Furry Karl. But the Collagesity over in Noru for a spell. Same town, though. You weren’t there, I don’t suppose.
Furry Karl:
No. I was *here*. I’ve *been* here for years. Over next to those blasted woods. Now I’m blasting away back. I’m tired of it.
Baker Bloch:
Now, now Karl. Now you live *here*. With us. In Collagesity.
—–
Baker Bloch and Furry Karl talk into the night about town business. Afterwards, Baker walks out of the bar to find Karoz Blogger at the bottom of the pool just outside. Drunk and asleep, not dead, because Second Life avatars don’t need to breathe air, of course. Sleeping with the fishes, still.
Baker decides something *must* be done.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0001, Heterocera, Rubi
Diamond Beach:
Pooh searches for Master Bee at 4 Sticks, crossing Big Log to enter. 4 Sticks misses him. Gift of honey stuck on knob of Big Log. This is legend. 4 Sticks knows this is Crossroads and 49 x 61 = 2989. 2989 is the Master Number. 2989 is the Master’s Number.
Where does Pooh come from to visit 4 Sticks? He has planned and planned and planned for this trip.
Pooh sometimes said he was a swan and not a bear.
Is Master Bee Hucka Doobie? Did Pooh go to the wrong location (4 Sticks instead of Greenhead, where the Bees actually lived)?
2989:
“It’s that “2989” detail where Pooh’s red umbrella attempts to cover the Fal Mouth Moon Gallery but can’t. This predicts the creation of the Red Umbrella gallery and its 3 inclusive series by a number of months. Pooh’s umbrella can’t cover Fal Mouth Moon because the two are separate things. And now in Minoa’s Collagesity the two sit side by side with each other.”
“When you walk in the gallery, this same image appears on the opposite wall smack in the middle of the tetraptych running along that whole side.”
Hucka D.:
I suppose we have no choice but to bring Pooh physically into Whitehead Crossing. Collagesity I mean there, of course. My bad. I’m getting as bad as Carrcassonnee[ on the word mistakes]!
bb:
Yes, he’s already been to The Crossing and left a pot of honey outside the city gates, or the inner city sometimes referred to as 4 Sticks. He thought the Master Bee was there. He thought *you* were there. You and your bottles.
Hucka D.:
Don’t start with me again. You were just as responsible!
bb:
Back to the detail — so the Clarksdale crossing sign is directly above Pooh and his umbrella in the overall collage (“2989”). Pooh’s honey cart gets stuck on High Knob [= Knobby?]on Big Log, right in front of the the place where we know the Fal Mouth Moon structure was located in Whitehead X-ing. This would be on top of the Cliffs of Dundee, Hucka D.
Hucka D.:
Precisely there. Highlighted by several other [Whitehead Crossing related] collages.
bb:
So here’s the one with the honey stuck on Big Log…
[In the second, ]Winnie’s already left the scene, given up on 4 Sticks receiving the gift. But now 4 Sticks is there, which is the same as Zoso I suppose, or the town’s spirit deity.
Hucka D.:
Winnie is Winnfield. Are you going to meet up with Karoz Blogger tonight? Have you found the old interview? You can’t do the new one until you look what happened with that one. Karoz is important as a gap filler. He was *there* in Whitehead Crossing — just like Spongeberg is presently. I’m not sure the two knocked into each other, but you need to know that. Karoz was there to negotiate the founding of the Falmouth collage college in Castle Dundee, and the creation of a virtual town surrounding it. The students had to have a place to live. The faculty and staff as well. So a village had to be built, if it were to succeed. But this was not 4 Sticks, but across Whitehead Stream from it. The village knew it would be the central source of The Crossing. It *was* The Crossing, the energy. But white magic instead of black. That ol’ white magic. Who is Dundee and his wife? You know from your “High Octave Story” that he cherished paintings, and collected everything from the year 1812 he could. “The Cliffs of Dundee” hung on the far wall across from his office. The triangle.
“The Cliffs of Dundee”, oil painting by Waverly Knapp, c1812.
Now this is a better representation of the cliffs as [Mr. & Mrs.] Dundee saw them. Your collage “Promised Land Revisited” uses many of the same elements, but the perspective is reversed, with the cliffs on the right side of the stream instead of the left. Put that up as well…
… and this is from the Falmouth collage series, 6 years after “Promised Land”, the actual collage behind the supposed painting “Cliffs of Dundee”. But it *was* a painting… to the Dundees. How did they accomplish this? This is what you must find out next. How did they go into the landscape of The Crossing. They used the power of 2989 to enter. The vortex[ again]. The stone on top of the Cliffs of Dundee in the second collage above has a cross on it. 49×61. 2989. It’s an imported rock, however, actually coming from neighboring Norris Creek. It’s only there in the collage and not in reality. This is an important collage — *these* are important collages. Because both are. But one is also a painting. How is that?
bb:
I don’t know, Hucka D.
Hucka D.:
Find out. Talk to Karoz tonight but dig up that old interview in the meantime. We’ll speak later. Have a super nice day!
bb:
Thanks! You too.
Hucka D. later indicated that “Bubbles’ Unequal Marriage” also hung in Castle Dundee.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0001, Frank Park, Heterocera, Rubi, Whitehead Crossing
“You see, Hucka D., when you enter Lego/ into the GNIRPS oracle machine these twinned Winfields come up, and we know that Winfield is the same as /Winesap/ through Kansas.”
Hucka D.:
Yup. But you’re losing your few readers, once more.
bb:
This can’t be coincidence[ however].
Hucka D.:
Of course not.
bb:
It goes back to or enters “Map Synching Feeling” again and all that labyrinthian stuff.
Hucka D.:
A way in, a way out. That’s all you can do[ at this point].
—–
“Let’s go this way, then. The Contraption begins to show up again in the Sam Parr series following Falmouth, where it initially appears.”
At this point, I realized I had to go meet Karoz over in his one room apartment above the Bodega market through Baker Bloch. I rang him up and asked him if he was cool about visiting the galleries for a bit, and that I wanted to take some pictures for the blog. He said okay.
Soon we were in the Red Umbrella gallery Fal Mouth Moon, looking at pieces where The Contraption first shows up.
“These are the two aspects of me,” he said when seeing these two matching green images in collage 57. They are… the 2 Roger Pine Ridges? Explain that Baker.”
So I, through Baker Bloch, explained the story of the 2 Roger Pine Ridges to Karoz, and how both visited our house last summer. My nephew had just mentioned Roger “Syd” Barrett on a facebook post today, because it was his birthday. I started to defend the music of Barrett more to my nephew, but decided against it. Best to come to the blog and do a solid night’s work. Best to talk about Barrett here, if anywhere.
“I understand Furry Karl thinks Syd is still in the woods,” says Karoz. “Do you think this is the same as Roger Pine Ridge?”
“I guess so, Karoz.” Realizing the tour wasn’t going to work since one of them falls asleep while standing up when the other is active, he suggests they go back to Karoz’s apartment and begin the interview.
“Haven’t we done this before?” Baker Bloch asks while walking with Karoz to the market. “I mean, didn’t we start an interview before and got sidetracked?”
“My memory is not what it use to be, Baker. Do you wish to consult the blog before proceeding?”
“Maybe we should Karoz. I tell you what, I’ll catch up with you tomorrow night if you don’t mind. About the same time?”
“That will be fine, Baker. Goodnight.”
—–
When arriving back at his house on the western edge of town, Furry Karl was waiting for him on the porch.
“Hey Baker Bloch, um, do you mind if I crash for a couple of nights in your front room? The heat broke over at my bar.”
“Um Karl, you’re missing the lower half of your body.”
Karl looked down. “Oh my God. Oh-my-God! What just happened here?!”
Half an hour later, after Karl’s full body had returned and he had calmed down some, he admitted he was lying about the bar’s heat being broken. It was the woods again. Baker himself had heard some kind of noises in that direction last night.
“You shouldn’t have released that book “Blood Curdling Tells of The Forest”, Karl,” voiced Baker. “And what about that typo — “Tells” instead of “Tales”? You didn’t like the original title?”
“Well, it was the initial reviews, which weren’t so hot, Baker Bloch. So I just let the admittedly rather massive typo stand; deemed it fate. This fellow *Blood Curdling* who tells stories about the forest is the one who doesn’t write so good, not me. And now I’ve invented his profile on facebook, so I guess he’s legit and all.”
“I’ll find him and friend him tonight. I’ll rez you a sleeping bag, Karl. I know your own inventory is rather light.” Baker decides to be a nice guy this evening to poor Karl. He’s just released a pretty bad book about hauntings. He’s *just* recovered from losing half his body all of a sudden.
He tucks Karl in, and then unwisely begins to read “Blood Curdling Tells of the Forest” before turning in himself.
—–
The next day a compromise was reached. Baker and Karl jointly decide that it would be best to move the Hole in the Wall bar to Collagesity, and above the Confluence Pool directly behind the town diner. It was a tight fit, but seemed to work after a little terraforming.
Baker set some pretty strict personal boundary rules right off the bat, since Karl was practically next door to him. Karl had to *call* him before coming over — couldn’t just drop in on a whim. And Baker rationalizes that it’s going to be quite wicked to have a bar just around the corner to wet his whistle. “Hey, you call me too before you come over,” requests Karl, and then laughs it off. But one thing Baker Bloch knew is that Karl didn’t need to live over there in the middle of the Rubi sim by himself any longer. Next to the heart of those woods. No he didn’t.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0001, Frank Park, Heterocera, Kansas, MAPS, Maryland, Rubi, Whitehead Crossing
http://www.peeron.com/inv/sets/2989-1
“There it is still, Hucka D. The 2989 Winnie the Pooh lego set. 10 images down in a search for that particular number in google images. Wonderful. Let’s take a closer look.”
“2989 is 61×49. I’m still around, baker b., [as well]. I’m still your neighbor. Carrcassonnee has taken over many of my old responsibilities. But that’s just because she’s suppose to at this point. I hear Karoz is back.”
bb:
That’s another thing, Hucka D. I believe Karoz appears in the collage most directly related to this 2989 lego set image. Here’s the collage (for the reader)…
Falmouth series: collage 46
… and here’s the detail.
The Green Man with removable head, after some experimenting with that “gap”, as I call it, ultimately acts as the replacement for The Contraption seen in that spot in the original picture. It’s just a flower pot or something — doesn’t matter.
Hucka D.:
Doesn’t it?
bb:
But the Green Man was selected because he is green, like The Emerald [green grass patch in Whitehead Crossing]. I removed The Contraption initially because I wanted to keep exposing the beautiful green color of this grass in a certain part of the collage. But then the replaced Contraption begins to take a life of its own, starting perhaps in collage 53, another important work in the series.
Hucka D.:
Why don’t you show a picture of The Contraption itself. Like you did with the Green Man just now.
bb:
Good idea. Let me dig that up. (pause) Well, I can’t find it. Let me make a new one quickly.
Hucka D.:
Ah yes. The Contraption. I remember it being a very versatile instrument.
bb:
It could duplicate itself but not infinitely. It could update its own facebook profile picture. It weighs less than an uranium paperclip and could eat its own weight in aluminum. And so forth.
Hucka D.:
I think you’ve figured out more recently that the Green Man faces the same way as the 61 sign [from the same collage], and the Grey Man below him, 1/2 the size, represents the 49 part of the Clarksdale sign. 61×49 — 2989. That’s the crossroads or crossing. That’s where Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil so that he could play blues guitar unlike anyone else.
Green Man is 61; Grey Man: 49. Greater and Lesser. Filling the gap, because Grey Man fills it too. Grey Man’s head becomes Green Man’s foot. Let’s call him Grean Man with an “a” for fun. This is the head and foot[ stone] of a particular grave again, don’t you think? I mean… (pause)
bb:
But [the Grean Man is] Karoz? Don’t you think? I mean… (pause)
Hucka D.:
You go. See, we’re interfering with each other. Almost cancelling each other out. You should talk directly to Karoz. Tell him all of this, or fill in the *gap* of what he doesn’t know. Then you can go from there. Contact me when you’re done. I have a heavy investment in the Falmouth series. I need to get you through all this. Preparation. Talk soon!
—–
contraption play
noun con·trap·tion \kən-ˈtrap-shən\
Simple Definition of contraption
Popularity: Bottom 40% of words: a piece of equipment or machinery that is unusual or strange
Quinten Metsys-Triptique de la confrerie Saint-Anne a Louvain mg 2989.jpg
Overshadowed Baby 2989 explains The Contraption to a group of office workers.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0001, Frank Park, Whitehead Crossing
Writing abstract stuff about Whitehead Crossing always seemed to make Baker Bloch hungry. So he decided to take a break and walk up to the Bodega market to get a snack.
He was attempting to pay for his Yum-Oh Chocolate Bar when he recognized the figure behind the counter. “Karoz Blogger, as I’m living and breathing! I didn’t know they brought you back as well. How long you been working here?” Baker Bloch realizes he hasn’t visited the market in maybe 2 weeks. Trying to lay off the sugar, you see.
“Day after Christmas. I think it’s a good gig,” Karoz responded.
“Well cool. How have you been doing my friend? How’s tricks?” Baker thinks how low Karoz has sunk from being a college president, but, of course, doesn’t say this out loud.
“Pretty good. I’ve got a gun now.”
“Everyone’s got a gun,” says Baker. “So you own this place outright or just manage it… or just work here?” Baker realizes he’s getting into awkward territory. Don’t mention the lowering of status! he reminds himself.
“Tom Wilmot owns the place. He bought it from Hucka Doobie. You know Tom, don’t you? The town busker? He’s not been playing outside for a while. I think he went to medical school for a couple of weeks in Mexico.”
“Good one Karoz. Firesign Theatre references are springing up everywhere. I just used one in my last Whitehead Crossing post. Do you remember US Grant having General Lincolns in his back pocket?”
“Kind of…”
“Oh, and “The Giant Rat of Sumatra” just came up in a facebook reply to a friend. You know Cammie by chance?”
“I don’t think I do,” says Karoz. “Is that your sister?”
“No, she’s the wife’s best friend. And my best friend as well. She’s *like* a sister to us, so maybe that’s where you got the idea.”
“I thought *I* was your best friend.” Karoz tries to smile here but only manages to laugh maniacally. He apologizes afterwards, saying he needs to expand his gestures and that he’s a little behind the times.
“So am I my friend,” gives Baker back. “So am I.”
“We need to catch up my old friend,” Karoz says. “When can we do it? I work the night shift, obviously, but have the days free. Not much to explore in Second Life any more, as I’m looking around. I suppose we need to talk about… the end.”
“That’s exactly what we need to start talking about, all of us. I want to get your story so it can carry on. I think you have a lot to say.”
“I do,” responds Karoz. “So how about tomorrow? And you can keep your linden dollar. Put it in a museum with the rest of everything.” He laughs maniacally again.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0001, Heterocera, Mexico, Rubi
Sunklands 
