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August 23, 2018 · 3:22 am

Wonderland

Fisher was having one of those dreams where all he could do was sit in a particular spot and look around.

Wonders.

A man with a red cross on his chess beckoned him down off his perch to play chest, insisting he take white.

“Black goes first,” he said after Fisher is seated, promptly sliding a pawn to King 4. Fisher found he was frozen again, unable to protest the rules change. The pieces moved before him against his will. It was over in 13: black triumphs once more. “Boris Spaskey!” he cussed, then imagined a black crow perched on the tombstone of a freshly dug grave. He didn’t dig it. He didn’t!

Objects spread beneath the waters in all sorts of mad ways.

A captain and his trip.

Dorothy at the beginning of both the yellow and red bricked roads. Spinning.

Another dreamer floated nearby, a mermaid.

She was having a slightly different dream where Fisher sat at a red desk and watched several stationary red spots in front of him.

When he moved, they moved (slightly).

It was time to talk to the red brain-heart.


Whom Bee Thee ???

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August 22, 2018 · 6:21 am

devolution 02

They continued to poke around Adgatetown, Madame Silver’s mouth agape all the time. “How can anyone *live* like this?” she asked as they paused in the middle of a residential neighborhood. “In these simple, monochromatic, um, *houses* dare I call them?”

“I don’t think anyone really *does* live here, at least any more. Except Mr. Jaspers and Miss Halsey and maybe a couple of others.”

“Destined to get together, you have reassured me,” Madame Silver spoke of the pair.

“Yes.” Pretty sure, Axis then thought to himself, still worrying slightly about the match that has to be.

“Reeling Lisa the Vegetarian back, back, back to Fisher’s Island and namesake Orange Boy. Like a fish — get it?”

“I get it.”

“Back to the beginning again.”

“Right.”

“I’ve almost seen enough of this Adgatetown, but let’s examine the juicebar. That could be a potential problem area. Resonance with (Wallytown’s) Bar Lemon; possibility of one cancelling out the energy of the other.”

“We’ve made sure,” spoke Axis, “that limeaid has been properly substituted for lemonade in key moments. Like yesterday morning.”

“Good, good.” Madame Silver seemed pretty satisfied with this explanation. “But I still want to take a look.”

—–

“Yes, the limeaid is quite quenching,” cooed the glittery dame to her partner in crime. “It’s getting dark, though; don’t want to run into Lisa here.”

“No worries,” soothed Axis once more. “She’s in an alternate timeline and would only get a quite distorted version of ourselves at best. Maybe, say, a sparrow and a crow eating cracker crumbs off a glass table.”

“Nice.”

“Thank you.”

“You make a good evil dude.”

“Thanks again, madam.”

“One day you will be my black knight in armor.”

“We’ll make it so.”

“A black king, even. And I: the *silver* queen.” They clink cups to that.

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August 22, 2018 · 5:32 am

devolution

They stood on the bridge spanning Rigg Strait. “So you can see in comparing the current building to my 2012 version way back when,* objects are degenerating here instead of evolving. Sloowly. Over time.”

“I want that girl. I *need* that *girl*!”

“Fat chance, Madame Silver,” Axis tried to placate. “The energy is too low in this Adgatetown, notwithstanding David Jaspers air-guitaring to progressive math rock band Chalcedony. We’ll have to lure her back to the Omega continent, not to New Island of course (which has been destroyed), but Fisher’s own island, his self named river one. There we can control all of the continent through The Triangle — Ruby’s Empire…”

“*My* empire for a while longer, though. And make sure Ruby’s wrapped around your little finger by that time, *Tin Tin*.”

“I will,” assures Axis, who is indeed the same as the boy starting to be loved and adored by Young Ruby. You may remember him from the last Collagesity novel as well (“Collagesity Middle 2018”), taking the form of a German Shepherd dog known by that identical name. Dog, man, boy: all the same. “But then, returning to the (geographic) Triangle,” Axis started again, “we have *Wallytown*, a class 4 population place; Ruby’s Democratic Empire, like I said; and then, to complete it, the Eraserhead Man film set known as Urbane Blue in the meat, er, heart of Meat City. And then, I suppose — come to think of it — this Glinda cypress forest on the northern side of Fisher’s Island. The Triangle and its center.”

—–

* 2012 version of same structure, for comparison:

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August 21, 2018 · 6:54 am

juicy info

“I produced this album back in the early 00’s, one of my first gigs! Progressive math rock band called Chalcedony! Aren’t they just the dreamiest!?”

“I suppose, David! My legs kind of hurt now! Can we go to the juicebar!”

“In a minute, doll! Here’s a passage I always play on air guitar! Dig this!”

“Oh Lord,” Lisa said just below the level of the blaring music. “Will this night never end?”

—–

Morning came. Was Lisa the Vegetarian Smipson still there?

What do you think?

——

“I tell you, Linda. I have half a notion just to sail over to New Island and grab Fisher and plant a big wet one on him and then drag him back here, full painting in tow of course.” She took another drag off her limeaid.

“1000000 lindens?”, fellow vegetarian Linda Halsey guessed at the price once more. “1000500?” Her estimates had been steadily increasing all morning while Lisa continued shaking her head. As the sun rose, so did the worth. She was slightly perspiring now, so excited she was about the possibilities. “*I* could be your lover, Lisa, for all that dough.”

“It’s the paint,” Lisa then explained. “The red half of the violin was painted with a mixture of powdered pigment, rabbit skin glue, and blood. But particular blood. That of the maker’s wife who died in childbirth.”

“You don’t say…”

“And about the green side — even weirder. But I can’t talk about that right now.”

“I know!” her bright, blonde friend then exclaimed. “Vulcan!”

Dang, thought Lisa. She’d said too much.

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August 21, 2018 · 6:10 am

elephants

Artist, actor, producer David Newton Jaspers ponders his future in Adgatetown and sees it is good.

Except for one, glaring omission. He doesn’t have a significant other. David believes that’s about to change, what with his good looks, charms, and wiles.

He’s got his eyes on a yellow girl who recently sailed in from New Island over at what they call the Omega continent. But he presently can’t see her…

… if only because of the interceding Linden plumeria bush.

Despite coming from afar, she’s actually Corsican through and through. He likes that about her. He wants to be the same. David Jaspers. A man who can’t possibly lose. Until he does.

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June 10, 2018 · 9:36 am

Rubisea

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June 10, 2018 · 8:38 am

foundation 02

Fisher and Bendy or Lord Bendington returned to the place of their rebirth, wondering if the pink mini coop was in good enough shape to be driven around the island. They had a lot of ground to cover now what with running New Island Studios and visiting all those galleries. Or potential galleries. Reliable wheels would be nice.

“Hey Fisher,” Bendy said in his standard gruff tone, staring beyond the car.”

“Hey Lord Bendington,” Fisher replied playfully in an innocent monotone.

“Do *you* remember that island over there? I don’t.”

Fisher admitted it was all just a blur for him when they resurfaced to the, um, surface, but knew LB, being a robot, would have a more accurate memory imprint of the event. At least now that he’s back in the Elephant Club.

“A new island,” Lord Bendington said almost religiously. “‘Nother one.”

“How many does that make?” Fisher queried. “We need to start *eliminating* them instead of adding to the total.”

“I *know*.”

“We should name it for the sim instead. Not New Island or New New Island or whatever this time.”

“Good one!” A satisfied Bendy sits in the car. “Hop in. Let’s see what this baby’s still got!”

“Um. Bendy?”

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June 10, 2018 · 7:33 am

foundation

“You should really get something for that itch, Shirley,” spoke Ruby to her new friend while posing on an effigy of island legend Jim Turtle at sunrise, not far behind Bumpy’s Ice Cream Village. “Sand fleas don’t really seem to be bothering anyone else around here that I know of.”

“I think it’s actually a sexual thing. I’ll be 13 in two week; coming of age you know. I look at men — differently now.”

Ruby decides to open up a bit more about a related topic. “My Aunt Annie is looking at men different now too.”

Shirley scratches her left underarm. “What do you mean?” The tomgirl was secretly wondering how old Ruby was and hoping she would tell her, along with also talking about how she feels around boys now. Shirley was guessing: about 15. Old enough to know a lot more than her on the subject.

“Oh… she just looks at them like, I don’t know, *objects* now. Pieces of art.”

“Like the stuff we just saw?”

Ruby considered this, thinking back to Smelly Santy, Tronesisia, and the rest at API. “Yeah, I guess it’s not too much different. No Hazel tonight thankfully. Thank you for coming with me.”

Shirley was scratching the top of her hinny now. “No problem, my fellow New Islander. *Lady* New Islander. We girls here must stick together. Against all those men.”

Ruby knew what she meant. Objects, hmph. Like we were made of plasticine or something. Movable, bendable toys. Annie was just joining the crowd, doing what Romans do or whatever the expression was. She was falling into the rhythm and beat of the land, Ruby then thought and was pleased she came up with the phrasing. “Do you think this island has a pulse?” Ruby tried to reword it in better terms. “You know, like a, um, fundamental *tone*?” Ruby rolls over on the turtle and looks directly at Shirley Boot now, gauging her expression, the green terrain of what would later be known as Pimushe Isle jutting out of the sea in the background.

“Sea,” Shirley then uttered out of the blue without consideration.

“C?”

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June 9, 2018 · 2:23 pm

5 palms and the truth?

There was a disturbance in The Force today at New Island’s Mt. Sondra.

And poor little abused Jim’s Isle was threatened with extinction.

We can’t lose yet another one!

—–

11:11pm update:

Crisis over; slow-to-react but still safe Jim Turtle returned to hammock. 🙂

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June 9, 2018 · 7:50 am

no elephant memory

Fisher soon gets a part time job DJ-ing at the local Elephant Club to help support his religious, artistic, and recreational causes, but usually only one dancer showed up: perpetually bopp’n and popp’n Annie, always attracted to a New Island beat and often freshly landed from the latest High Castle abduction.

Still — alternating between Roger Pine Ridge’s hit single “Time” and its flip side of “Beach” tonight upon her request — he imagines the tips piling up.

Just for the, um, record, the father of Corsican gal Laverne Glam owns both this club (named for the trademark shape of his home continent) and neighboring Bumpy’s Ice Cream Village his daughter works at. Hopefully we’ll be able to fit in more of their interesting New Island story soon.

But right now we must return to the Fisher and Bendy show…

—–

“I remember the first time we met. That chess shack back in VHC City.”

“It was an ice fishing shack that just happened to have a chess set laid out inside,” Fisher corrected. “And it was the *last* time we met.”

“Oh. Right. Forgot.”

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