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golden yellow

I’m not going back to the MISTY MO lodge, Roger Pine Ridge realized while standing on the bridge looking east toward it. I’m going to go on the long walk and play with more forms. Like this little, yellow clad girl, perhaps Jennifer M. Friend herself when she was a child. Probably not, but…

Or how about Wanda the Minoan, fitting in with the yellow theme again? But maybe I’ve got enough wee ones already — Piper and Dollie.

Interesting. I forgot I had both a Cyberdoll and a Paperdoll form that I mashed together to create Cyberpaperdoll, one of my better creations, along with similarly mashed together Roger Pine Ridge.

A good couple they are. Too bad it didn’t work out. Thanks to Bandit Boy, hehe…

But I suppose I should just keep Allen Yellow as my primary avatar for now: Allen Y. He’s got a nifty backpack for storing tomato and mayonnaise sandwiches and lemon tea for the trip, along with extra shoes and a change of clothes. He’s got a helmet for when the atmosphere gets too hard to breathe again, along with an additional set of eyes for long distance viewing.

—–

“Does he not get the irony?” observing Baker Bloch spoke back in Collagesity. “Golden sphere… frog eyes… and that’s why Piper the *frog* was sent to MISTY MO in the first place, along with Tropp.”

“Golden sphere, yes,” echoed Wheeler, thinking back.

—–

Goodbye lodge. Goodbye mystic nut Norm or Bob. So long old and withered Johnny Appleseed tree. See ya Black Lake on the northeast corner, the one Jennifer saw Demo written all over. Under. Too much more to see.

He sets out for parts already partially known but with big hunks yet to be explored. 1/2 and 1/2.

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Collagesity > Fruity Islands

“I think there’s a fly in my beer, Baker Bloch. So catch me up more. What’s happening in town? *Who’s* in town… now? I saw Roger Pine Ridge staring at me from his perch up Old Cannon Road. Who else?”

“No time tonight unfortunately, Baker Blinker. We must return to Parasol.”

—–

“I’m glad you enjoy my company, Charlie. I enjoy yours as well.”

“You know, don’t you?” Charlie began suspecting for some reason during the climax.

“Hmmm, about Bandit Boy? About how you betrayed your supposed good friend Roger Pine Ridge and then changed forms after Cyberpaperdoll left you in turn to try to make amends? Do I know about the stolen Rainbow Sphere and the fame and fortune that goes along with it? Yes. I do.” She turns and stares at him squarely. “And there’s not a gosh darn thing you can do about it.” She blinks her red-blue eyes innocently.

“I see.” He avoids her stare in turn, looks at his feet, his hands. Gazes at the horizon while in thought. “Are… you going to tell.. on me?” he then manages. He liked Collagesity. He wasn’t ready to leave yet.

“I have a deal for you, double faced boy. There’s a puppet in town that I want killed. Cut his heart out and bring it to me. Then we’ll talk.”

Silence, then Parasol tacked on: “It’s only a puppet after all. A *doll*.”

“I see.”

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bogged down

Gilmore the Axe Man drug me off dry land and down to this wet, swampy place,” spoke former Collagesity resident Roger Pine Ridge, freshly dried off from a not-so-refreshing dip. “But mixed up girl-boy Lee Mann will lead us to heaven and the moon. We will take to the air to escape.”

Per usual as of late, Cyberpaperdoll was only half listening to her boyfriend, this time engaged in a lusty staredown with Bandit Boy floating on a nearby inner tube. Roger Pine Ridge had grown boring to her. She needed a sense of danger in her life. Moths and the moon, moon and the moths. That’s all she kept hearing about lately. She continued to plot a change… a ditching. But when was the right time? Maybe this weekend at the St. Patrick’s Day party over at Fishy’s. She simply wouldn’t show up. Leave this watery place, but not with wings. In that cute little pink sports car of Bandit’s. The one with the horn that neighs like a heated pony. Bandit Boy then pulls a banana from his pocket and peels it slowly while continuing to stare. Mmmmmm, she thinks.

Don’t go there, visiting Catvas II thinks on her own.

The Catctii behind her remain neutral on the subject, though.

They’d seen more in their days.

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