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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.

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