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Pop October 31, 2010

Filed under: Hucka D.,Petemond,Sapphire,Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 5:18 am

“Gingersnap roots Borma tella. Ron-ti. Liki do waddle Poop.”

bb:

No.

Pietmond:

Ickle do widdle poop.

bb:

Nope.

Pietmond:

P…

Hucka D.:

Hi.

Pietmond:

Hassle hoff. Ricki Lee Johns. Hassle hopf. Pht. Pht.

Hucka D.:

Oh you’ve met Pietmond I see.

bb:

He came earlier.

Hucka D.:

Ask him which one’s first.

bb:

The Head or The Trip?

Hucka D.:

Yeah. You don’t mind?

bb:

Of course not. Pietmond… did you hear?

Pietmond:

Ricki do. Hassle hopft. Pht. Rinki do hassle…

bb:

Pietmond. Can you hear me?

Pietmond:

Ricki… rinki. Real weird. Wierd. We’re going to take a break now. Thank you.

bb:

I don’t know why…

Hucka D.:

He needs to be exersized [as opposed to exorsized. Let’s try that again.

bb:

He, Pietmond, needs to be exorcised exercised.

Hucka D.:

We’re living in him now after all. Think you were about to say that.

bb:

Oh. Wi-erd.

Sapphire:

I am forgotten. Hello to you too. Two.

Hucka D.:

Try it again, like me.

Sapphire:

Hello to you too two baker b. and Hucka D. Fantastic.

Hucka D.:

We’re nearing the heart of the soul of the Pietmond story, Sapphire. They have uncovered the old No Room cemetery. In the middle of their church (!). But is it or should it really be that surprising?

Sapphire:

No.

bb:

TILE. Sorry.

Sapphire:

The Bill moved [it]. The Bill are 5 black men Men in Black. The 6th is was will be Peter. In Hucka D. speak (smiles).

bb:

Peter knows about Pitchfork (!!)

Hucka D.:

Yes he uncovered the dark, grimy secret. Pop eye Devil. Martin. Dr. and preacher as one. Olean…

Pietmond:

Istantinople. Ricki… rinki…

[3 mins later…]

Hucka D.:

It’s here that the story gets queerer. For he found out… (pause)

bb:

Yes?

Hucka D.:

Sapphire?

Sapphire:

Yes, baker b., for it is here…

bb:

The show Pietmond was canceled?

Hucka D.:

Sort of. The flame man lives… the town lives. Put out the red, put out the fire, and…

bb:

It all falls in.

Sapphire:

I was a safe haven.

bb:

We must get somewhere with this.

Sapphire:

Peter went to the preacher who was the undertaker and said, look, there’s a cemetery underneath our church… and a labyrinth. And it says No Room. No Room Cemetery. And the preacher and the undertaker as one, with their one eye apiece, as it were, looked at Peter and tried to be fly straight as a martin with him. It wasn’t the pilot, he said, and pointed into the sky.

bb:

To the Colgates?

Hucka D.:

He was pointing to the one without Pitchfork. The other, gooder one. One. Eye. One Eye. One eye.

[5 mins. later…]

bb:

The undertaker/preacher was schizophrenic?

Hucka D.;

Yes. One eye apiece.

Sapphire:

In pieces (smiles). Just trying to join in.

bb:

So they’re on opposite sides of the fences, these eyes, these multiple eyes. So multiple, or so divided.

Sapphire:

Nose of Rose unites. Have you found it?

Hucka D.:

Yes. I mean, yes, baker b., have you?

bb:

The Ephant Trunk you mean?

Hucka D.:

Pietmond is a Klein Bottle [as well]. Have you found the crosses cross?

bb:

Maybe the opposite spins inside the single labyrinth (?).

Sapphire:

You see, Peter made the whole town walk the labyrinth. Then they accepted him as a Man of White and a Man of Color. They understood the 2nd, outer half. They were whole through the halves. White and colored. TILE was born.

Hucka D.:

And that brings us to episode 3: “It Wasn’t The Pilot”. You see now?

bb:

No.

Sapphire:

It was red.

 

I’m *still* in RL sometimes…

Actually I’ve been hiking considerably more in RL (real life) lately than in SL (Second Life), because it’s been so pretty. 3 nice weekends in a row now.

The first picture comes from weekend before last: a neat waterfall on a stream tumbling off the side of Grandaddy Mtn., about 15 miles away from our real world dwelling unit. It’s about a 15 foot drop, maybe more. This stream is not on any official path. In other words, I had to do some open woods hiking to get to it.

Moving closer to home, then, in Herman Park, and the very beginning of what I’m calling Quartz Brook. I’ve known about this small stream for years and years and years, but only recently have discovered two interesting quartz rocks not far down the mtn. from this source containing crystal formations I can’t recall finding in such distinction before. And both from the same exact location. I’ll hopefully have more on Quartz Brook soon. My personal feeling is that it may have become the focus for some kind of toy mythology revival over Whitehead Crossing. Part of this is because of the “Michael Problem.” I may have more to say about that as well.

Meadow above Quartz Creek, on the side of Wealthy Mtn. (perhaps another blog subcategory!). An abandoned spiral road leads to the top of this mtn., and on an even more abandoned side road lies a mini-maze you can walk on a smaller hillock. There’s a similar but larger (and better known ) road maze in Herman Park as well, but several miles away from here and not on the same mtn.

Perhaps mysterious row of bent rhododendron near Quartz Brook (Quartz Run?).

Shot of Grandaddy Mtn. from the road atop Wealthy Mtn. Nice. Leaves are just past their peak at this time.

The final two photos are of zigzaggy quart patterns found on two separate rocks in neighboring vales to the one containing Quartz Run. I’m tempted to call these “Serpent Stones” for obvious reasons.

Just today I made a very interesting excursion on the lower half of Greenhead Creek, opposite of its head if you will. Unfortunately I didn’t take my camera. I’ll attempt to do better tomorrow, which promises to be an equally beautiful day. I also want to include pictures of those quartz crystals I mentioned at the first of this post.