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different same

“Daddy he’s gone,” emitted Katy McCoy from in front of the static filled TV.

“I know, honey. He was a bad man.”

“Baaad,” she echoed from her position, hands still on the screen, hoping for a change. She *saw* him. He was here (!).

Keith B. tried to rouse himself more, make sense of what his adopted child was saying. They had lived here in this attic of the house on the hill, jeez, going on maybe 15 years now. All they had for entertainment was this TV. And the constant Halloween going on around them 24/7. Blood and guts gets old, though. She *saw* him. A clear space in the snow. The 7 and the 6 had merged, at least for a brief moment in space-time. The Oracle tells him so.

“Dear,” his wife of over 16 years says to his side. “We’ve broken the tie — that must be it. Jenny and I… were tied. Last I spoke to that bastard of a man Craighead Phillips we were both sitting in front of him, complaining about his running off and driving his car hither and thither across that blasted continent of his.”

“*My* continent too,” Keith B. defended his homeland of Maebaleia/Satori. He was pretty much fully awake with this. He sat up, trying to figure out how to unglue Katy from the boob tube. Might as well be the Great Mother to her, he thought. Nourishment, but not in a good way. A baaad way, as she just said about the thing within.

“But there was just *one* of us in front of him,” she continued with her important point, “a kind of quantum state I suppose. I remember… speaking… but not in my voice. Someone elses, at least in part. Half and half, yes.” She nods, thinking she’s finally got it. “Yes, Jenny and I were tied and were one.”

“Together?”

“As one.”

“Daddy. There he is! (*suck*) Heeelpp!”

“Aw, jeez, not *again*. Your turn to go inside, dear.” They had agreed to switch off. If only they could do the same with the TV.

Jenny appeared in a beam of light. Tied still?

Sepisexton was suddenly free.

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Big Inside 02

Per the good doctor’s recommendation — no surprise here — she stared at the tv static for what seemed like ages, trying to make sense of the appearing and disappearing shapes. After a while, she heard what was suppose to be the observing doctor snoring behind her. He must have been out for a while, she deduced from the still undrunk milk. And here I am, trying to *remember* so hard.

She turned back to the static and cleared her throat *loudly*. Dr. Baumbeer sat up with a start, mumbling. “S-so, ahem, how’s, er, it going dear? Are — are you remembering anything? Anything at all?”

“No. Thanks. Not yet. I think we should end for the night. I need to get back home to my parents.”

“Oh that’s right. You probably think you’re — WELL, how old do you think you are, Marsha?”

Marsha knew she was a star now. She’d gotten that far. But the overlapping timelines still confused. “15?” she guessed.

“Well then you better run along! Dinner is probably getting cold at your house. I trust you know the way out.”

Marsha knew there was only one entrance to this second floor room. *Oh*, she needs to ask about her uncle, and why this building is the same as the one in NWES. She does.

“Your Uncle Ally or your Uncle Axis?” returned Dr. Baumbeer, attempting a weak joke. “They didn’t get along; that’s actually where the timelines split. For all of us.”

“Axis, I think. I don’t recall an Uncle Ally.”

“Yes, that would explain it,” and he sat back and folded his hands behind his head while gazing blankly upward with his still spectacled eyes. Soon he was snoring again. Marsha “*Pink*” Krakow left him alone now.

—-

“Oh just stop it.”

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stamp it out

Trunk in the air, the bellowing elephant threatens to take over everything, including Jeogeot, including Nautilus — all the rest. Jett (Harry’s son) is here to stop all that, or help stop. NWES rises in importance again, a balance to Collagesity perched on a high ridge between Highways 13 and 14 over on Nautilus. The interaction between the 2 must continue. “This is not a time to move the behemoth that is Collagesity,” he speaks aloud, perhaps to himself but perhaps also to the camera he knows is upon him.

Yet the trunk is raised, the leg angled upwards, ready to squash the ideas, the dreams of the  young professor. We know he lives, however. We’ve seen him — as Young Harris — in the Weird-o islands, purchasing the lot from Messed Up who’s also just reappeared in this here photo-novel (19, once m0re: the Corona-V photo-novel as it will be called).

It’s time to bring back the late great Dr. Rabbid Baumbeer of Braynard’s Place, his Central space ready for psychiatric investigation once again. “Pardon the mess,” he might say to willing patients around him. “It’ll be fixed up by next Wednesday’s Tuesday (or something).”

Jett doesn’t pretend to know all about the doctor’s mysterious therapies, most involving tv static and constantly sipping on milk or other liquids. But he’s willing to give it a try. For the future of NWES, of Collagesity.


“I *am* the static.” *sip*

But most important now: Osseo is Oesso now in the downstairs collage.

The Club 88 explosions hadn’t happened yet. We are frozen in a slither of time about the size of a small 50 x 15 foot opening in thickly shrubbed woods. A *window*, if you will, endless in the moment.

The engines across the street remain quiet.

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cheap at 1/2 the price

“Very funny, Baker Bloch,” responded Hucka Doobie after teleporting in.

“Thought you might like it.”

“What is this?” Hucka Doobie peered inside. “A psychiatrist’s office?”

—–

“So let’s get down to brass tacks. Tell me about this compulsion to not wear clothes any more.”

“Well,” began Blue Berry Girl in earnest. “It started with the death of little demon Melvin at my hands. He was the one who was suppose to supply me with clothes (but didn’t follow orders).”

“Hmm. Any way to bring him back to life?” queried Dr. Baumbeer, sipping on milk as usual. “I mean…”

“… since *I* was brought back to life?”

She stared at him with wide, mysterious eyes. “Well, ahem, let’s, er, dive into all that, then. Do you retain any memories of Cloe from that game your user was playing?”

“Not — sure.”

“Tell you what. Meditate on that aspect of this problem using the tv static we discussed before while I study my notes. Let’s get back together in, say (he checks his watch), 15 minutes?”

—–

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production meeting 02

“Now about *Yip Yip* here, I haven’t decide. Could be mayor of this fine burg, could be a school principal or a teacher or a fireman. I haven’t decided,” he reinforced. “But doesn’t he *look* the part — whatever that is.” Eraserhead Man takes a good gander at the table’s voluminous blue being. “Beautiful,” he ends. “Just so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Yip Yip returns in a gruff tone.

“And I’d also like to thank Monster Cookie for trying out for the role too. Right now, well, right now he’s crying his eyes out in the other room, because I just made that decision prior to the meeting. When he collects himself, he’ll come in and make his introductions, I’m sure. Before he departs. Any other questions?”

“Just the ones we’ve already asked,” sardonically reiterates Sandy Beech to his right.

“Right.” EM sidetracks again. “So we’re ready for everyone to take Dr. Baumbeer’s psychological test. This is just to prepare you for the new relationships, the doubles and all, as well as the *cross* relationships between doubled pairs. So everyone just line up behind the good doctor and take a stab at *his* questions.”

EM takes his leave while everyone gets up and shuffles toward the smaller, white rabbit at the back of the room — our Rabbit 03 or Rabbid or, now, Dr. Baumbeer of course. Still toying with people’s minds. The men let the ladies go first. “After you, Chloe,” spoke Sandy politely. “You go first, Jill,” offered Desert. Jill and Chloe then just stare at each other, a Mexican showdown and one of many to come.

“Alphabetical,” inserts a compromising Dr. Rabbid Baumbeer. “Chloe before Jill, then Desert before Sandy. Then the parent rabbits, 01 and 02. Then… whatever you are.” He points to Yip Yip. “Let us commence. Fair Chloe, please take a seat.”

—–

“Just tell me what you see in the black and white pattern. Do you see yourself in there yet? Because you are. Everyone is.”

“I’m, ohh ahem eheh… *trying*.”

(to be continued)

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Colon

Morris’ tentacle laden plan worked. The Musician woke up inside the dream that is the Bermingham side of the Muff-Bermingham planet. For a bit.

In preparing for all this, Morris knew he had to have a portal animal at hand right after the rousing. Scotty, being in the possession of all-too-clever Lou on the other side of the gateway, remained inaccessible for the time being. Lou herself could do the trick if she hadn’t sworn off portal dog duties after the accident with Tom the Booker November before last. Too bad… she was the best and smoothest of us all, he thought. And then, of course, there was himself, which he quickly ruled out for similar reasons. We may get to that story later on. So, slowly but surely, it dawned on Morris that he’d have to try to recruit the formerly significant but now substantially diminished transdimensional talents of old Colon Hiss, a large grey snake who lived beneath the rock supporting *Sikul Himakt’s* former cottage on the edge of his village. There was really no other suitable alternative that he could think of.

It was last Friday when he first approached Colon with the idea. Teleporting into the center of Sikul’s “village,” Morris walked north until reaching the taller green grass near the rock. He had to be careful not to get too close, else he’d fall to the forest level immediately below after crossing a sim line. He called Colon’s name repeatedly. No answer. Then the large snake was suddenly behind him. “You’re blocking the way to my home,” he said. “I need to get to my home. My eggs are getting warm.”

—-

Turns out Colon had become tired of living under the rock and decided just to move into Sikul’s old cottage sitting above it instead. They talked further inside. “There’s a refrigerator,” the snake explained while putting his eggs purchased at the general store into it. “And a tv. The village now has cable beyond the Static Channel.”

“Come on, Colon. You know there’s no village.”

“What can I say? I like to dream.”

“Which is why we’re here. Sounds like you kind of have a vested interest in not wanting Sikul to return to the village. Because you know if he did, he’d want to have his house back. *Lou* would want that.”

“Yess,” hissed Colon, just getting this part.

—–

So the motivated Colon was there when The Musician woke up inside Sikul’s dream at the entrance to the faux general store. He slithered beside him from his hiding place in the grass. Morris’ tentacled friends, having done their work, were now dispatched. It was just Morris, The Musician, Colon. All three awake and aware.

“Wheeler is still waiting on the other side of the portal,” spoke Morris to The Musician while walking between him and Colon. “We must hurry.”

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Blood

(20 minutes later)

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“Wrestler?” Space Ghost scratched his head and sank back into the couch. Green Acres was playing on TV. Baker Bloch had buckled up and paid for cable with the new move in. But he knows he’ll still enjoys the static channel every now and then.

“Yeah, they’re thinking about calling themselves The Mulholland Drives. You remember David Lynch.”

“Sure, I’m hungry. Let’s get something to eat.” Space Ghost was almost off the couch when Baker Bloch waved him back down beside him.

“No, *Lynch*. Not… anyway I talked about him all the time when I was a kid. ‘Straight Story’, ‘Mulholland Drive’, ‘Inland Empire’. And, oh, of course ‘Twin Peaks’. They’re remaking that up in the real world, dad.”

“The one with the dwarf?”

“Yeah, there’s a dwarf in it. Good. So you’re ready to eat?”

“Not yet. Let’s wait ’till four. Where’s your clock? Where’s Annie?”

“Annie the Clock?” Baker responds. “We threw her away in ’92 dad.”

“The one with the mirror. Blood.”

“Yeah I remember. We don’t like to talk about that, dad. Remember?”

“Hmmm.” Space Ghost shook his head. “So your girlfriend is a wrestler, eh? Not knocked up?”

“No dad. It really isn’t possible here.”

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“Oh you don’t know much about *here* son. I was up in Farmington for a while, you know, up at the old continent.”

“You mean Sansara? We’re on one of the older continents now, father. Heterocera.”

“I just know it as the Old Continent. Anyway, there were pregnant women walking the streets all over the place. Babies popping out of them. So just be careful, son. Don’t get your girlfriend pregnant. You dodged a bullet this time.”

Baker exhales. “Anyway, I want to talk about something else with you now. Uncle Phil.”

“Uncle Phil?” Space Ghost looks blank. “Oh,” he said with a realization. “You mean Phil Heartthrob. He wasn’t your uncle. We just called him that around you kids. He was, er…”

“Yes?” Baker stared at his father.

“Let’s just say he was a friend of the family.” Space Ghost leaned away from Baker Bloch a bit, eyes squinched up meaningfully.”

“You said he was your twin. But he had facial surgery. Because of the accident. With the rodent.”

“Yeah, there was that.”

“*Was* he your twin?”

Space Ghost clasped his hands together and stared straight ahead. “Is it four yet?”

“Not quite yet father,” Baker Bloch responded, waiting.

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Jorondip Again 01

Baker Bloch in an unremembered location surrounded by books. Our kind of place!

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Bodega Bay still has some interesting things going on — like this Nautilus City themed house perched on a rocky ledge. Salazar Jack will not be forgotten.

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The male Baker has decided that Home Orange is his true residence in Collagesity, not Gloomy Gus, the attic of the Norum College or anywhere else in town. This is a good decision, I feel, and will move his family forward in a positive manner.

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Inside his home. He doesn’t plan a lot of remodeling, I don’t think. But perhaps he has things up his sleeve he’s not letting me in on. Because I’m writing this text several days after publishing the pictures, I at least know that he’s upped his cable subscription from free (static channel only) to basic (5 channels, including one he was really excited about that plays all 170 episodes of beloved 60’s sitcom Green Acres in a continual loop).

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View from his 2nd floor study.

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After messing about Home Orange a bit, he decides to teleport over to Jorondip again and see what’s new, if anything. And Jorondip, once more, didn’t disappoint. A *shape* had manifest right beside the centerspot of the sim since the family’s last visit several days back. More correctly, it was a sphere that turned into a cat which kept popping in and out of reality, seemingly. Obvious connections going on with Shroedinger’s famed quantum feline, then, although that association wasn’t intended by whoever placed it here in all likelihood. It is for the family’s eyes only, and now you, dear reader, once more.

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In.

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Out.

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In — cat shaped locked in now.

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Out.

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In.

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Carrcassonnee’s back…

… in the TILE Temple for now. In the new gazebo instead exists the ever bickering Newton and Jasper surrounding a conflicting map.

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I’m not sure the situation will last, however.

New collages in the “World of Collage” gallery by Magritte…

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… and Ernst.

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The second twinned gazebo underneath the Kidd Tower has been deleted, also at Carrcassonnee’s insistence.

The Big E has returned to a virtual village.

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Bracket Jupiter has expressed an interest in the town’s old railroad track, now partially covered by ground. A piece of it is exposed at the ne corner of the House of Truth.

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Baker Bloch taking it all in from the top of the Boos gallery.

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More of the track…

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It’s obvious that the railroad formerly passed over Central Stream — if it was even around at the time — about the same place as the present foot bridge.

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And of course it also passes through Gallery Jack and the museum still under construction.

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—–

Carr.:

Two versions of Collagesity in Minoa. The railroad ran in the first. The second partially covers the constructions of the first. I am the knowledge of all things Carrcassonnee. Collagesity I meant there.

bb:

Of course. And you’ve moved back into your TILE Temple.

Carr.:

I’m just experimenting around. Like you are.

bb:

I’m exploring the collages of others online, Carrcassonnee. I’m expanding outwards now.

Carr.:

Good. Good to not be so self enclosed. Gives you perspective.

bb:

So Bracket Jupiter is working on the town history, huh.

Carr.:

I brought him back to do so. Corsica can wait. But he can also work on both at once. You must begin selecting photos for the museum.

—–

Furry Karl of the Hole in the Wall bar in the greater Collagesity metro area came a knock’n and so I left Carrcassonnee and Spider to deal with his many questions. I couldn’t help overhear a couple while I was leaving. Besides running the bar, he’s the caretaker of the TILE Tower (not to be confused with the TILE Temple) on the south side of the Rubi Forest, about a 1/2 sim west of Collagesity. He worries that his establishment, along with the tower, will be deleted if the real owner of the property ever comes back. Carrcassonnee was assuring him that he will always have a place in her village — villages, is the word she used, I believe. He also believes the forest to be haunted, and specifies a ghost named Sid or Syd.

I caught up with him when he was heading back home — I spied him from my perch on top of the Boos gallery at the time. We talked about the railroad going back. He said he remembered the sound more than anything. It would wake him up at night. “Now it’s so quiet,” he complains. “You can hear the woods too clearly.” I told him he should get a free subscription for the static channel, and he said he’d look into it. I told him my provider was Old Kentucky Shark. He wondered if that was the same as Shark or Old Shark or Old Kent, former owner of the railroad. I said I didn’t know about this. A new development. I’ll have to ask Carrcassonnee about it the next time we speak.

When I arrived at the bar with Furry Karl, Bracket Jupiter was there, doodling on some paper. I figured he came out here for the peace and quiet, to write his history or histories, I suppose. “Bracket!” I exclaimed, for it had been ages since I’d seen the tall, pale avatar. “Summoned back from the grave, I heard.” He vaguely waved and smiled at me, but did not speak, going back to his writing or doodling, it appeared to me. Furry Karl just shrugged. “You guys haven’t seen each other in a while,” he said, trying to break the ice. Bracket Jupiter simply faded from view with that. “See??” sputtered Furry Karl, trying not to panic. “The ghosts are back.”

Turns out Bracket Jupiter wasn’t scheduled to show up in person at Collagesity until the following week.

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Ghost.

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But a ghost with a shadow.

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12/20/15 Notes

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“Thought I’d come chat with you a bit tonight, Carrcassonnee. How’s it going?”

Carr.:

Good, good. I am pleased.

bb:

With the town?

Carr.:

Yes. And the collages. They make me warm. They warm the old bones and eye. Next you must move in [other] avatars. I hear Bracket Jupiter wishes to be resurrected again. Move him into his old apartment. Cousin Pinhead even rang me up last night wanting to return. Of course he can’t.

bb:

No. You have the eye now.

Carr.:

Exactly. I am not next to the forest but I cannot get up and move about to enjoy it. Not yet. So for now I am happy here in my temple. People can come see me. Send Bracket in when he manifests. How about that other one, the colorful one with the sleeky walk.

bb:

I can’t remember his name! Hold on…

—–

Of course: *Spongeberg*. How could I forget that.

Carr.:

I forgot it too! Do do!

bb:

You shouldn’t cuss like that, Carr. I’m recording all this for the blog.

Carr.:

My blog?

bb:

Um, let’s say yes. Yes, of course it’s your blog.

Carr.:

My city, my blog.

bb:

Of course. (pause) I’d like to find a book called the “8×5”.

Carr.:

I thought you already wrote it.

bb:

Well… in a way, I suppose. A more detailed book.

Carr.:

Doesn’t have to be thick. What you mean is that you’d like to re-examine the forest. Let’s take a look… let’s begin at the cannon. What did the cannon protect from? I’ll supply the pictures this time…

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I’m going to fire it. Cover your ears!

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bb:

It just gets stuck in that tree. I watched it all from my home, my Home Orange.

Carr.:

I heard your father Space Ghost is already back in town. He came to visit me night before last, actually, but I was sound asleep. The fire was out and he didn’t notice. Wait… I haven’t invented fire yet. Go examine the line of trees. That’s the important thing. That’s the beginning, now, of your “8×5”. My “8×5”. Because what’s yours is mine.

bb:

Okay. Yeah, dear old dad came to visit me the other night too. We sat and watched the static channel for a while. Dad complained that I should up my cable package to include real channels. I told him I like static.

Carr.:

Tennessee. And Kentucky. What else did Space Ghost say? Did he mention me? How did he get out of Sunklands? Did you really send him there to get him out of harm’s way so that you could cause the earthquake in the town and win the election for major?

bb:

Mayor.

Carr.:

You caused a landslide and then won by a landslide.

bb:

Yeah, it was just one of those coincidences. And then I died. Remember?

Carr.:

I brought you back (!). Nothing dies or even lives in my town without my approval. How about Karoz Blogger? Surely Karoz will return. But I see that he’s contributed 50 lindens to the town fund already.

bb:

Yeah, but I gave it to him. He just gave it back to me.

Carr.:

To *me.*

bb:

But let me go examine that line of trees now.

Carr.:

Sure.

bb:

While you’re waiting here’s a pic of me and old dad on the couch watching tv and chatting.

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Actually he took that one himself. He respects canes now. Good thing I removed the busker Tom Wilmot from town.

Carr.:

That really his name? (adjusting) He is named that for real?

bb:

I don’t know. Maybe. Here’s my pictures. Or maybe its dad’s again.

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Carr.:

That’s sweet. Reminds me when Perch and I use to date. Before I ate him.

bb:

Cool. Dad said he’s going to stick around, but then I can’t find him today. Maybe he wandered off into the woods.

Carr.:

He still has powers. He’s not quite like Spongeberg’s Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy.

bb:

Um, that’s Spongebob.

Carr.:

Yeah. Yes. Yep.

—–

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Baker Bloch finally gets away from chatty Carrcassonnee to examine the line of trees…

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The fused tree. Interesting (still).

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Right on the line.

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