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July 22, 2018 · 9:52 am

Bumpy’s

Shirley Boot approached the ice cream truck cautiously. “You’re not Lavern,” she says while walking up.

“And you’re not Shirley.” Shirley Boot looks down.

—–

Dr. Ice Cream, as the many eyed being is calling herself now, serves Bendy a triple dip chocolate twirl. “So, there you go (!)”

Bendy gently but firmly grasps the loaded down cone with his metal claw and begins to gobble up. Soon he’ll have an ice cream headache, but that’s a worry for later. Cool, delicious triple dip twirl for now! Yum yum yum, nom nom nom.

“Heard you had quite the scare the other night,” the doctor says conversationally. “Thought Fisher ran off with a younger man on ya.”

“Woman, actually,” he manages between gobbles. “Yellow.”

Dr. I.C. stares at Bendy. “Racist?” she questions about him aloud.

“No… Lisa?” Dr. I.C. continues to stare, as if she can see his insides. Bendy then realizes she’s talking about him. “No, no, no,” he defends between nom nom noms. “*Actual* color. Cartoon color. And she’s got a missing yellow brother that I know on good word is still here… on the island. Just invisible to the eye unless you know *exactly* where to look.”

“Then he’s a butthole, an anus,” Dr. I.C. declares, thinking of the planet Uranus.

“He does have the degenerative male Smipsons gene,” Bendy offers, trying to excuse Bartholomew’s natural bastardliness a bit. Another delicious gob of triple dip slides down his gullet.

“Oh I think he has a choice,” counters Dr. I.C, wiping down the counter. “I see a lot. I know the ins and outs of people around here… people everywhere. He’s invisible because he’s a menace to societal law. Refuge. As bad as Big Red Butler if you ask me. Go ahead… ask me.”

Bendy takes 2 quick licks and does what Dr. I.C. requests. “Um, *is* he as bad as, er, Big Red Butler?”

“Yes. Now ask me something else. I have the answers to most everything if you pries around my corners.” Oh look, she then thought evily. What’s that just around the corner of my truck? Beyond the kiln mysteriously placed just in the way.

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April 26, 2018 · 7:10 am

“Dead.”

“I shouldn’t be out here with you Axis. It’s like we’re beyond Pluto or sumtin.”

“You’re worried about Karl.”

“Who?”

—–

“It’s like she doesn’t remember Karl, Animaid-X. She’s all about this Big Red now. And the Tennessee Colony.”

“Artist Point,” Animaid-X amends. “But we shouldn’t be here.”

—–

“I don’t know who you are any more, Rabbit 02.”

“I’m *you* Rabbit 01.” He checks the fur on his arm. “Where’d the other Rabbit go?”

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January 15, 2018 · 8:20 am

heavenward

They met in the highest tower of Raven Central.

“I’m glad to see you are adjusting well to Capitol City, Musician,” Lou spoke to begin the serious part of their discussion.

“Musician?” Philip replied, taken aback. “Believe me, I’m no musician. I’m tone deaf!”

“Nevertheless,” continued the pale, tall alien in her level manner, “you are. And it’s time to repay the favor we bestowed upon you.” She then explained how Philip’s metallic stigmata suddenly vanished about 2 weeks back.

“Oh,” he then said, understanding quite a lot more. “Transference, huh?”

“Yes. You were sucked in. It really wasn’t your fault. It is the fault of the designers of telescopes, microscopes, other artificial extensions of the naked eye. We, as a planet, were never suppose to see beyond Uranus.”

“It’s a tricky planet with the naked eye,” Philip replied, unable to resist astronomical trivia in the moment. “You have to know exactly where to look.”

“Right,” Lou said, steering the conversation back to the matter at hand. “About the repayment…”

“I’ll do it,” he quickly followed. “Whatever it is — outside of signing away my soul to The Devil — I’ll be glad to comply. I’m just so happy to be free of all that metal shite after, what, *10* years. 10 years ago that demon Jimmy operated on me, or what he *calls* an operation.” He paused, shook his head, then looked up again. “Transference… just like you said. Whatever you do, don’t confuse a physician with a physicist.”

Lou emits a small, lilting laugh here. “It’s not Jimmy’s fault either, though.” She sits further back in her wicker armchair. “Here’s the deal.”

—–

Later that night, Philip returns to the home which Lou wants him to stay in after his “assignment” in Gaeta V has ended. But, good news, he can take Heidi and her shape shifting ways along for the ride.

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January 8, 2018 · 9:05 am

rave’n

“You were *superb* Mr. Tom Casey. I smell: *emmy-y-y*!”

“Thank you Billy Jean Kidd. Oops. You’re Heidi Hunt Ives now.”

“I am.” She shifted her small weight in the chair. “And how is Karoz down in Chilbotown? Chilbo! as the locals cheerily shout.”

“He’s fine. He’s eager for a return as well.”

“Another eager beaver, cool. But… we must give you a full name. How about Casey One Hole? Reference to both your Indian complexion and a signature kill, perhaps. And how’s this (for a catchphrase): I don’t come from Uranus, I come *for* Uranus.”

“Too gay,” Casey quickly opined. Seeing Heidi scowl, he clarifies: “What I mean is that I’m not a gay character, or at least that shouldn’t figure into the equation.”

“Good enough. Ditch the catchphrase. Keep the name, however. Let viewers ponder over it.”

“So tell me about these prison schematics,” Tom Casey inquired. “What’s my modus operandi and such?”

“Here,” Heidi returned. “We can just pull them up on the screen.” She looked around the large, long room.

“Oh drat, we don’t have a media feed here.”

“That’s all right. Just tell me about them for now.”

So Billy Jean Kidd who is Heidi Hunt Ives explained how the 5×5 layout of metallic looking maps shown in the last Collagesity novel is actually of Montgomery County, Arkansas with its Rubi and Silver villages and the rest — Waters, etc. But it’s somehow also the prison schematics over in Gaston. “Maybe Gaston is actually South Yankton?” she then asks, half to herself and half to Tom. “That would go along with the tropical clime,” she quickly followed. “North Yankton: cold. South: warm… hot. Brazil.”

“I don’t know,” Tom Casey the actor offered. “Oklahoma has to figure in here.” He begins to create his own back story. “I’m an Indian in the past too, perhaps. Hana Lei — check out that Lafferty fellow’s novel, eh?”

“I will!”

“Anyway, we’re in Beaver City, Oklahoma and not Beaver City, Nebraska. The only other one. That means we’re in the past and not the present. Dust Bowl.”

“Beaver as the 7th and last county of Oklahoma before it became a brand new state. I’m trying not to confuse it with Ohio again.” Casey doesn’t get her inside joke. She continues after clearing her throat. “Anyway, I think you’re on to something there (as well). Let’s put all the ingredients together and make a big, whopping celebration cake. Emmy-y-y!” she trills again.

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December 13, 2017 · 7:19 am

naked viewing

I have evolved beyond you, Mmmmmm Campbell O’Pine thinks about his green cousin Grassy Noll standing beside him. Eyes, hands, head, feet, torso… *everything*. You cannot understand the forest and the corresponding part of the night sky if you don’t change. You cannot cling to the one movie role forever. It was only a 15 minute spot for Christ’s sake!

“Do you see it yet, Opp?” the green being asked of his blue cousin. For that’s what everyone had been calling Campbell since childhood.

“I *think* so. But the lights are so bright here. And maybe change angles. How about the other side of the porch?”

—–

“No, it’s still no good Grass.” For that was what Grassy liked to be called these days. He’s trying to grow up a bit more and wants this reflected in his name. Like a Billy evolves and becomes Bill.

“They’re looking for me,” Grass reveals, staring over at Opp with offset black pupils.

“Who’s looking for you, Grass?” Opp then laughs and shakes his head. “That’s just the weed talking.”

“No it’s not,” replies Grass firmly. Not wanting to go through the whole rigamarole about the Big Eye in the Sky again, he turns his attention the other way. “You do know that Gypsy has a telescope right over there. We could use it.”

“That’s not what we’re doing, Grass. This is naked eye viewing. *No* attachments. No telescope, no microscope. Not even a magnifying glass.”

“Who started this club anyway? Was it Jim? Or Bob? Jim knew Bob or Bob knew Jim?”

A cool wind passes through Opp, making him shiver. “I… I can’t remember. Let’s go back inside and drink some joe to offset the wack. You notice I haven’t called you Grassy one time tonight.” And then Opp thinks: that’s the one thing that *has* evolved. He gives him a quick look-over once more.

Grassy’s such a good guy and is trying so hard with the woods and the sky, he concludes. Maybe he has a chance after all.


Gypsy’s unused telescope.


What they were looking for (“Uranus”).

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October 5, 2016 · 4:34 am

Starbuccaneer Barista is dead.

Killed by a crashed airplane. No onboard casualties listed. Starbuccaneers remains closed indefinitely for a period of mourning and needed repairs.

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A grieving Baker Bloch decides to visit Carrcassonnee for spiritual guidance.

—–

Carr.:

Very reminiscent of Donnie Darko. And there’s a time loop involved as well. In one reality she didn’t die. In another she did. It was suppose to happen. And, anyway, she could come back tomorrow, good as new. Good as old. No need to grieve. Something that was suppose to happen at this point in the script is all. Stop your blubbering. Here’s a hanky.

BBloch:

Thank you Carrcassonnee.

—–

Baker Bloch’s father Space Ghost was so upset that he walked around Collagesity all day without his cane, forgetting he was handicapped. He loved Starbuccaneer as well, perhaps even moreso than the son. While they were sitting at Rhoda’s Karl’s bar on Tuesday, he planned on confessing something to Baker but got too drunk to really do it. Let’s listen in again.

—–

Space Ghost:

Another round Karl (hiccup).

Furry Karl:

Maybe you should slow down there Space Ghost old man, old chap.

Baker Bloch:

Great you could take over the bar while Rhoda was dead, Furry Karl.

Furry Karl:

Rhoda? He or she’s right upstairs. We decided to switch bars. Too much blood and shooting down here for him-her. He/she’s prone to it. I don’t attract that crowd, that element. I can better control a situation. PUT DOWN THAT GUN! (dramatic pause) See? Just a joke from me. Still here.

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Baker Bloch:

It’s the… sorry Karl, go ahead…

Furry Karl:

It’s the violence from his former bar. That’s also why I removed that cursed picture of him-her and Shark, another him-her actually. Lordshore Bridge pic returned.

(Along with Clock, Baker Bloch then thinks, staring at the far wall. Why did *that* return?)

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Baker Bloch:

Well, I suppose things must keep moving forward. It can’t remain February 2nd or 2:22 forever.

Space Ghost:

Well put (hiccup) son. Here’s to time moving forward, moving onward. Up up and away. (he downs his beer in one long swig)

Baker Bloch:

Let’s get you home. Where is your home again? I don’t think that’s quite been established. Carrcassonnee said that you usually sleep in the portal now? Explain Father.

Furry Karl:

Yeah, I’m gonna seal that thing up with a big, grey rock. You better find other digs if that’s your hangout, Space.

Space Ghost:

I live in Muff-Birmingham. In the clouds. Cloud 9. Number 9 Dream. Night night. (he lays his head on the counter)

Baker Bloch (turning to Karl):

Well, I gotta take him somewhere. The other day, I found him sleeping under a rock, speaking of rocks. What rock are you going to seal the passageway with, Karl? Just curious.

(Just then a phone rings. Furry Karl goes around the corner and into the back corridor to answer it. Baker Bloch and his father cannot hear what was talked about through the wall. He returns several minutes later.)

Furry Karl:

Well I may have a place for your father to stay. Turns out this time Rhoda is actually dead. Some kind of symbiosis with Starbuccaneer, along with the ballerina next to that rock outside. 3-n-1. They discovered them all combined together in one body at the morgue, during the autopsy. So, for Space Ghost in the immediate now, he can live upstairs after we clear out Rhoda’s stuff.

Baker Bloch:

That’s *terrible*. We’ve lost not one but three Collagesity entities in one tragic scoop swoop.

Space Ghost (head raised):

I knew that already. I think it’s time to move to the harder (hiccup) booze. Karl, break out that bottle of (burp) Boos Number 10 (hiccup). The one made (hiccup) on Mars.

Furry Karl (correcting):

We call that *Le*Mars in this dimension. It’s a stopover on the way to Neptune. Karoz has been there not once but 3 times now. 3-n-1.

Baker Bloch:

Has he made it to Neptune?

(Another phone call. Furry Karl visits the corridor again. He takes a little longer this time to return.)

Furry Karl:

Sealing’s off for now. Looks like we’re going to have a crowd in here soon. Upstairs boss says the Portal’s opening up from the other side.

Space Ghost:

That’s (belch) *me*! (clunk)

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Furry Karl:

Yeah, I don’t think so. Shame about Rhoda. Shame about Starbuccaneer. Shame about the ballerina girl. 3-n-1. Damn shame. And now we’re going to have visitors because of it. Muff-Birmingham.

Baker Bloch:

Oh God.

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September 19, 2016 · 8:47 am

Collagesity’s Future

Hucka Doobie heard from Baker Blinker heard from Karoz Blogger heard from someone over in BoB about a rumor going around that Collagesity is in imminent danger of being dismantled. I can understand the worries, given that just yesterday I put almost all of my Minoa land up for sale at 2 lindens per square meter. But I fairly quickly retracted the offer. Here’s the deal now with Collagesity: it’s going to stay pat as is through at least November 8th. At that time I *might* be making a choice between two locations for the town, the other of which I’ll withhold for now but it’s been mentioned a number of times in the blog already throughout the summer.

And here’s the deal with Wheeler. Last night, Baker Blinker and Wheeler decided to settle their personal differences about the direction of the town via a wrestling match, which Baker *barely* won. As she put it to me afterwards, although about equal in physical abilities, she felt she maintained a certain edge over Wheeler at the end due to her bond with Karoz Blogger. They truly love each other, I’m sure of it. That kept her going and pushing the limits. So she swung a tough match around and won, with the deal struck outlined above. And the best news is that no hard feelings came out of it between the two. They just had differences, and they charted a course to resolve those differences in a logical way by attempting to beat the pulp out of each other. Actually they make a good team because they instinctively understand their limits and how to keep from really and truly hurting each other.

Other things have come out of this Battle for Collagesity. Baker Blinker has earned certain rights which I’ll get into detail more later. Wheeler admitted to Baker that she intended to separate Carrcassonnee from Perch (her “eye”) and use the latter as a super-generator for a space launch beyond the Second Lyfe solar system. Now my regular readers (or reader) will recall that Karoz Blogger has already gone to Second Lyfe’s Moon and back last spring. Stories have surfaced that he’s built a more powerful rocketship in the meantime and went as far as (Le)Mars and perhaps Neptune. But — again — there’s confusion about a trans-solar journey to a distant planet called Muff-Birmingham. This has definitely not occurred yet. The event hides as well within a strong probable future — with masking abilities.

I should also explain that Wheeler is a time traveler of sorts. That’s how she personally knows Perch from the past, when he was just an ordinary man with an extra-ordinary horse named Spider. She’s part of a secret organization named R110 within certain time streams. And connected with that, she’s sometimes seen hanging out in Real Lyfe at a United States where Rutherford “Booger” Hayes was the last president before the formation of The Triumvirate. Wheeler’s seen a lot.

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January 5, 2016 · 12:56 pm

Rocket Man

There are many things yet to be fathomed about WH X-ing. What is Pocket Rock and why was I compelled to bring it back home in that empty Starbucks coffee cup? What does the white resin mean?

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Newly placed Pocket Rock in WH X-ing, May 2014.

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Dec 2015: Pocket Rock with resin now.

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I can theorize that it stands for Rocket (Pocket + Rock), even though it got that name because I carried it into Whitehead Crossing in my back pocket. And I carried it out in another “pocket” (Starbucks cup).

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If president grant had had another one of those general lincolns in his back pocket.

Pocket Rock now sits on a filing cabinet next to a table downstairs in my study, beside another empty Starbucks coffee cup, coincidentally. The 2 different species seem to like hanging out with each other now.

Is Pocket Rock the same as the toy avatar Rock? It would be about the same height as the character.

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Rock Meadows, toy avatar movie star

Rock, after all came in a *rocket ship* to Whitehead Crossing in the projected movie “Fade to Moss”, written, directed and produced by Mossman Gene Fade. He is truly a Rocket Man, then. His crashed ship still exists on the southern edge of the area.

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Rock’s crashed spaceship in Matland.

Can the Rock toy be fit into a Starbucks coffee cup as well? That may be an ultimate test.

—–

Carr.:

Your collection has been rearranged, you think.

bb:

Seems to have been, Carr. Could *rock* have done it? Is there psychic transference going on?

Carr.:

Careful what you write here. Remember when I said “do do” [that time]? I get jokes about it all [over the place] now. Do you want to bring Rock[ Meadows] here to Collagesity? That could be an answer. Spongeberg could bring him the next time he comes.

bb:

Spongeberg really does live in Whitehead Crossing, then.

Carr.:

Yes. In the teepee I provided him. Stupid humans. But they give me my hands, my feet I need. In a slightly different dimension the teepee is insulated from the weather. And now we have entered a slightly different dimension in Collagesity where actual weather appears. Coincidence?

bb:

I don’t know.

Carr.:

So you think the rock you brought home… well, I can’t say it here.

bb:

The rock is Rock Meadows, star toy avatar. I’m pretty sure about that.

Carr.:

You now know that the *true* artists of Whitehead Crossing do not need that Rock. Either one of ’em.

bb:

Yes.

Carr.:

I am an alien being. What you are dealing with now is alien art, in essence. Terrestrial aliens, but aliens still. I know a little about that. What am I to you, baker b.?

bb:

An alien from both Pluto and its moon Charon at once.

Carr.:

You have been getting a lot of hits for that post about Charon, Georgia in your Sunklands blog.

bb:

Yes. I’ll link the post to your comment.

Carr.:

You have been given the Bigfoot art happening as compensation. The whole landscape was developed by the artists of Whitehead Crossing. You should thank them sometime.

bb:

I will (!)

Carr.:

They understand you and your happenings better now. But they don’t want it in The Crossing still. My Crossing.

bb:

Everything can’t be yours, Carrcassonnee.

Carr.:

Can’t it?

—–

bb:

I came back, Carrcassonnee, to ask if New Monkey City near but not technically part of Whitehead Crossing could instead be the site of a toy happening?

Carr.:

Can it?

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April 30, 2015 · 12:54 pm

By Neptune 01

Sign for Neptune. Mirrors the Trident streams in extreme western Frank Park, and also Herman and Frank Parks taken together. But Neptune is unseen by the remainder…

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… until Gene Fade reaches fabled Red Head and builds a dwelling place on the “northern” shore and calls it Neptune (or North Star). All that was unseen becomes seen with (one of his biographies), entitled “By Neptune’s Beard!”. Neptune becomes the outermost planet of our Solar System starting in 1846. It is the only one that cannot be C-een by the naked eye. It becomes a symbol of the darke night sky, then. Carrcassonnee.

Beyond the planets and into the darke night: stars. All revolves around North.

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_Star,_Ohio

North Star was platted in 1852[6] along the road between Greenville and Celina, approximately midway between the two cities. Its name was derived from its location on the edge of the Great Black Swamp, as it was the northernmost point in Darke County that was not wetland.[7]

The Great Black Swamp is The Abyss, the static nothingness of the Universe all around us and through us and into us. Only TILE saves. TILE is the effect of the C-een planets on the nothingness. Tennessee.

But then, beyond TILE is Still(water) and beams of light.

http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/syd_barrett/long_gone.html

And I borrowed the page
From a leopard’s cage
And I prowled in the evening sun’s glaze
Her head lifted high to the light in the sky
The opening dawn on her face…

Charles Ives” “The Cage” with lyrics.

Annie Oakley is from North Star.

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

Annie Oakley (August 13, 1860 – November 3, 1926), born Phoebe Ann Mosey, was an American sharpshooter and exhibition shooter. Oakley’s “amazing talent”[1] led to a starring role in Buffalo Bill’s Wild West show. Her timely rise to fame[2] allowed her to become one of the first American women to be a “superstar“.

“By Neptune’s Beard!”

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Great Black Swamp:

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

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In the 1850s the states began an organized attempt to drain the swamp for agricultural use and ease of travel. Various projects were undertaken over a 40-year period. Local resident James B. Hill, living in Bowling Green, Ohio, in the mid-19th century, made the quick drainage of the Black Swamp possible with his invention of the Buckeye Traction Ditcher.[6] Hill’s ditching machine laid drainage tiles at a record pace. The area was largely settled over the next three decades. The development of railroads and a local drainage tile industry are thought to have contributed greatly to drainage and settlement (Kaatz, 1955).

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