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the state of Collagesity…

… is good. Healthy, even.  Mr. Babyface is back at Perch reading his voluminous newspapers at 15 till 3, thinking along these same lines while puffing on his oh-so-smooth Red Dragon tobacco. Night this time: PM. He has that freedom now the head is back where it belongs.

Yes, Perch is back in Carrcassonnee’s nogg’n, but she isn’t quite “fixed” yet per se. The Man About Time and others are working on it. A second one-eyed monster has been purchased on the marketplace as a potential translator, perhaps even — dare I? — a — no, can’t say it. Carrcassonnee rules! But: a little buddy, yes. Frank?

“Frank?” Nothing yet. The Man About Time will try again tomorrow.


The Man About Time playing Carl Nielsen’s “Commotio” for Frank and Carrcassonnee.

What about Wheeler, then, remembering that she took over control of Collagesity late 2016 in a political coupe which seemingly has been reversed with the at least partial reinstatement of Carrcassonnee, the deity she deposed?

She’s okay with it all. But decisions must be made about the Blue Feather. Is this still Wheeler’s “palace” or is it a place owned equally by all the Blue Feather club, which also includes Baker Bloch, Baker Blinker, Hucka Doobie, Karoz Blogger, and the rest of the core avatars? Not just Wheeler: all. Is this what’s happening?

Wheeler and Baker Bloch, the 2 owners of the land the town is situated upon, don’t know yet.


“We don’t know.”

But one thing for sure now is that Collagesity has returned. The town has a true center with the tower bearing its name, a default landmark for all those who enter from the outside.

“Hmph,” voiced visiting Alice Farrowheart from over at NWES (which we’ll return to very shortly). “I wanted to go to the Red Umbrella but instead I land here.” She turns. “Oh, I understand. This is the place where you get to *all* the galleries. Not just one: all.”

“And what about this museum?”

Yes, what about that museum, visiting Alice Farrowheart from over at NWES?

It’s a subject for another day.

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Centre

“I’ve been waiting here for the longest time, Baker Bloch. But I’m glad you finally found me. In Middletown, US of A.”

“Gus is burning brightly indeed,” Baker deflected.

“I know all about fire,” P.I. Keat Owens dismissed.

“Oh… yeah.” Baker remembered that Owens was killed before his subsequent resurrection by being burned to death.”

“How is David Bowie anyway? Still hanging around Collagesity?”

“Er, that wasn’t really David…”

“Newton Jerome, wasn’t it? Jerome Newton? Yeah, the latter.”

“Well…”

“I was so close to the truth. Spongebub Triangleslacks almost spilled the whole ball of wax.”

“That was Square…”

“Askja? Yeah, Askja. Winfield, but with an extra ‘n’. And then Wheeler with the 8 ball she could hit clean across the Rubi Woods like a Tiger. It was all adding up to something. Then… the fire.”

“But you were resurrected,” Baker Bloch attempted to justify. “In VHC City. Actually in Mabel’s dreams before…”

“The VWX Society, yes,” Keat Owens then remembered. “X-ed out but still present.”

“Can I show you the annex now?” Baker knew the night was early but there was much to do still. Deadlines loomed. Reality beckoned. Beyond Our Second Lyfe.

Baker copied Keat Owens and several other objects from Axis’ High Castle before leaving. He found the portal dial at the door was non-copyable, however. He’d either have to take it with him or use it as a prop in the blog post now. He chose the latter path.

“Let’s set it on Rosehaven and see what happens,” he said to no one in particular. “I can always come back here and visit the other locations — Fruity Islands, The Waste, End of Time. But Rosehaven is the important one currently.”


Switch.

Baker Bloch opens the door.

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wait

“It’s just going to be you guys and me for a while, Curled Paper and 2nd Librarian. And Gus, of course. The Power.

4 long, long years. But we’ll be *seen* before then. Oh yes. Sally will make sure of that. And New Island’s south central Wastelands will be expanded beyond anything we dreamed before. Manifest destiny. In the meantime, we have Mabel’s fascinating journals to entertain us, 3 being the latest. More will follow. Perhaps 10 total? That would be nice; keep us busy. Librarian, pick one of your favorite passages and start for us. But read it *sloowly*. We need to stretch out time to the max.”

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heavy

“These pills are pretty good, Axis. Tasty. Say the Silver King machine just appeared over there tonight? Right before I arrived?”

“Right, Big Red. It’s an honor to have you here, by the way. The abduction process wasn’t too painful, I hope. Sometimes it is to those with the wrong energies.”

“Not atall. Time doesn’t exist here, eh?”

“Nor Beach,” completes Axis. “Only, um, Middle.”

Yes, he realizes. This is Middle. A new sandwich with something else inside; something beyond the spinning 78.

A sandwich appeared in Big Red’s mouth, loaded with innards.

“Interesting,” chirps Axis.

—–

In a control experiment, the next abductee was asked to read a specific chapter from a red book and found it fascinating and loaded down with meaning.

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two-siders

Annie really liked New Island, and enjoyed at least *trying* to jog all the way around it every couple of days. She lived alone now in the Gloomy Gus, Karl having being forgotten since True Opp (Tropp) manifested in the Braynard’s Place Bluebird Cuddle Van, oh, I guess about a week back now. And she could really and actually paint! Big Red was the first subject in this new age, Karl’s fragmented and distorted Blue Boy having succumbed to ultimate winners ‘Beach’ and ‘Time’. Annie enjoyed dancing and spinning to both sides of the 78 night before last up at the Silver King Diner. For she had learned — also a part of this rebirthing process — that Eden, or *New* Eden, occupied the same psycho-physical or psycho-spiritual realm as New Island. Both part of the New. The red crossed Man in the High Castle had demonstrated this to her, this Axis she’s become friends with, despite the admitted abduction aspect. She use to like to think of herself as a Madam (of the Night), but now she was an Artist, Adam be damned. Wave upon wave of inspiration washed over her in the illuminated Centre. There was no “I” in either.

Now to find Tennessee and fix it all in place.

She knew it had something to do with Curled Paper, a member of Axis’ Table and also the folk-punk band Rock Paper Scissors best known for destroying a West Virginia club carved out of a giant piece of coal in 1978.

And pills…

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Mobile?

“We’d like to negotiate a price for Gus, Eraserhead Man.”

“Alright.”

“We have a spare 4 handed Librarian to give to you, but my guess is that won’t be enough.”

“I don’t need another librarian,” replies the pencil being in his somewhat tinny voice. “We have enough of those back in the closet now.”

“Then how about another movie deal?” asks Axis, smooth like a serpent. “‘Billy the Mountain’ meets ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’. ‘Frank’s Moving Mountain’, in summary.”

“What would I do with such a thing as that you are describing? Invite Annie and Karl over for a party?”

“Do what you wish with it. Play it for entertainment and amusement during posh Hollywood parties.”

“Like I said…”

“I know, I know.” Axis removes his hand from his chin. “No Hollywood parties. I get it.”

“I just sit at home mainly and meditate or cook. You’re invited over for 3 cheese lasagna any time.”

“Thank you.”

“I mean it. The new guys (Annie and Karl) can come over too. *That* can be our party. Robot too, of course.”

“Well… how ’bout it, then?” Axis stared steadily at him.

Eraserhead Man lit up a cigarette without asking permission. “I have some questions,” he responded while puffing away.

—–

“He asked about the Mission, ma’am. What do I tell him?”

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next

“A move!” Magus Ellen exclaims upon teleporting into Iris and seeing his opponent’s Knight to King’s Bishop 4. “She’s just moving to move, but that’s okay.” He takes a thick lick. “This should be another easy one for me. Time for a castle.”

—–

“Holey moley Pencil. What is *that*?”

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like a rose 02

“Ahh. A nice hot coffee before a nice hot fire. Doesn’t get any better than this in Our Second Lyfe, Robot Derak Jones. But take a seat.”

“I’m glad you found your hearing aid and stopped yelling, Pencil.” He remained standing. His hemorrhoids were acting up again.

“Me too! I mean: me too.”

“You are truly David now.”

“Well,” adds Eraserhead Man. “I’m a giant pencil pretending to be David Lynch for the purposes of this story. Novel 8 is it?”

“That’s right, EM.”

“Kids couldn’t stay around a while longer? I kind of miss them since they left, what was it, this afternoon?”

“It was a sudden departure,” agrees Robot Derak Jones in his metallic, echoed tone. “They found a house on the other side of the island. Baker Blinker had it in her inventory. That’s the core avatar for Karl.”

“I know who Baker Blinker is,” declares Eraserhead Man. He sips his coffee, then smacks his lips pleasingly. “I understand they found out that Karl is blue. Blue Rose Case, of course.”

“That’s why you’re here.”

—–

“Well… let’s see what *this* does.” Eraserhead Man abruptly throws the contents of his cup into the fire. Both watch as someone else forms in the room.

“Look at that, Robot. A demon. How about that? A flamey little fire demon. What’s your name, little fellow?”

“Gus,” came a small answer from the fireplace after a pause.

Eraserhead Man turned to his friend Robot Derak Jones. “Gus, he said, Robot.”

An erratic wind began to blow outside. One might say it was gussing if they had the guts.

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Herman\

What sticks out from this list?

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Yes, it’s obvious. The 2 Hermans of Craighead County, AR, one on a Herman topo map and one on a *Tru*mann topo map. Herman Munster, ol’ Flattop, is not a true man. He is a [composite] monster.

There are 2 Hermans in Winesap. This is also obviously referred to here. Is there more proof of this? Of course. We have Winesap in the same county, and one of only 2 in the country, the other being in Ohio. We have a Fisher, with another in the county below, almost directly south. Fisher-Herman. Fisherman. Obvious.

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But Herman also refers to Herman Park. But Herman Park refers to the 2 Hermans of Winesap. It’s a circle, or a triangle. Triangle within a circle.

Herman Park was built around Tile Creek, known to non-Tilists as mundane Yards Creek, spewing forth in an Appalachian Spring from Yards Mtn.

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PEI’s Appalachian Spring

That’s Red Head soon to run into a Greenhead roadblock, quickly resolved. Greenhead is where the bird beat the bug. Hucka Doobie was a martin bird. Bird Wax instead of Bee Wax. Isn’t that right Hucka D.? Never mind. I know I figured it out. You transformed from a bee into a bird.

Hucka D.:

Almost.

bb:

Stay on course.

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

What is the relationship between Green Stream and TILE Creek? Are they the same? Or, better, is Green Stream the *new* TILE Creek? Given that Red Head begins it all, and Red Head starts 4orrin1 [and the flow of an Appalachian stream] as seen above. Red Head transforming temporarily to Greenhead — and I’ve been thinking about this — is the confluence of the former with the Whitehead Crossing matrix. Assimilation. Whitehead Crossing is home for poor little orphaned Anne, even though she was suppose to be a boy (as Red Head is most logically Greenhead and visa versa, since it’s on Green Stream and Greenhead is on Red Brook instead). Then in the next synch carrcass, Frank’s Moving Mountain, we have the same dialog reappearing. But instead it’s Howl whose hair has turned an awful shade of green.

Hucka D.:

We’re getting off course.

bb:

Sorry. Could there even be significance to the poem Anne is reading at the beginning of the synch carrcass and film as one?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Lady_of_Shalott

Stanzas five to eight describe the lady’s life. She suffers from a mysterious curse, and must continually weave images on her loom without ever looking directly out at the world. Instead, she looks into a mirror, which reflects the busy road and the people of Camelot that pass by her island.

Modern critics[citation needed] consider The Lady of Shalott to be representative of the dilemma that faces artists, writers, and musicians: to create work about and celebrate the world, or to enjoy the world by simply living in it.

TENNYSON-DICKEYVILLE.

Why Dickeyville?

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Hucka D.:

On course.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dickeyville_Grotto

http://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/2242

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Updates, 2nd try

Recently I’ve bought or rented 10752 square meters of land in Second Life. This morning, after filling my land with objects last night, believe I’ll only hold on to the 2048 rental after this month. The newest version of VWX Town is *not* the second coming of Pietmond or New Pietmond for that matter. Simply have to resign myself, finally and firmly, that this is *it* for Second Life, and I can’t make any more big splurges — instead the focus will be on synchronity art and writing. In saying that, still want to post pictures from VWX Town, and I’m not finished with it yet. Also want to re-read some of the old Pietmond posts from this blog, and (especially) the Baker Blinker Blog. Begin to shape up the latter blog — perhaps an index is in order, even.

I’m suffering post-England blahs for certain. Looking forward to Charleston trip projected for Labor Day weekend. Fall hiking season is several months away, and is always a fun time. Before the Wiltshire vacation, Edna and I had planned to create a joint writing work called “Bark”, composed of some of our old material from the 1980s, 1990s and even early 2000s, possibly even including some new material. We will not publish this under our own names, but under the generic “Them.” Since coming back I’ve also made very tentative plans for a new writing project, beyond the recent blogs and building on the mid 2000s notes for a Paradox III document. The working name for this is Paradox III; Cross of the Lamb. I’ll certainly continue to write posts for this blog (Frank and Herman Einstein!) and also create a/v synchs and synchronicity related collages like the 10×10 series and the more recent Gilatona-Lis series. That’s not going to stop. I need to organize the a/v synch material — that must be a priority in coming months and years, starting with getting a gizmo that will convert my 8-track videos to DVDs (soon!).

Started on not one but 2 new carrcasses (a/v synchs) before heading to Wiltshire… need to finish those up, and it looks like they will be twins in the manner of Uncle Meatwad and Empire Strikes Brak from 2007. And they will probably represent the most complex synch since then as well, stepping up from even Red 7 from last summer (comparable to Head Trip and Pretty Bunnies in complexity). But I also feel this particular twin synch is a finalizing of a stage, and not an entry into a string of complex works ala a Frank’s Moving Mtn. to 1Pink run. No, 1Pink will in all likelihood remain the most complex synch I create, and Peewee Big the best overall in terms of completed ones — Peewee Big coming immediately before the composition of 1Pink.

For woods hikes this summer and fall, will have to get use to a new camera, since Liquor died on me in England. Sad. Very. But now I can move on with new and improved technology, supposedly, in hand as it were.

—–

Hucka D.:

Why don’t you make collages of your final Liquor shots. That’ll maybe cheer you up.

bb:

Thanks, Hucka D.

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