. . .i teleport to my Maatsuyker Island home — highest peak, 932 feet and name it. . .
my hill.
the title is an excerpt from scribophile’s ‘queen/king of the hill’, a game in the The Cool Hang-Out Chill Zone that has been on-going for eight years. i just joined the fun (fatalities) last month and been brutally killed five or six times while reclaiming ‘my hill’.
k.w. has turned me clan against me with whiskey, handmade kilts, eternal fog, haggis, robert burns, scotty from star trek and a gaelic lullaby.
and some brit has the audacity to say unto me: “Unfortunately, you get the necessary actions as muddled as your grammar and teleport the summit onto you and your clan.”
and they thin’ i’m flat. “I sell The Flats of ann for major dinero.” — k.w. again. i thin’ she speaks nine and a half languages. then the gassy brit: “Unfortunately, this really is a bad day for Ann as her ankles get entangled in the ropes while dislodging their mooring. Even the prodigious, shapely bulk of her pendulous pneumatic boobs is not enough to control the upward trajectory of Karen’s balloon.”
they use big words on scribophile.
i’m trying to distract j. from the “scribophile united pumpkins conte$t”, led by mary lane, a buenos aires psychologist, author, and comedian, but he and woofie have taken on all of us. absolute genius.
“Dr Erectus finds his show in tatters as Gaius begins reciting illegitimate Shakespeare, Ann and Karen devolve into Highlander re-enactments, Evie begins another ‘adventure’ and the rest of the lot all chase the one marble that someone lost.”
but this is not about scribophile. it’s about one of the many aussies here on medium.coma who i have trusted for the last 90 years we’ve been here. . .
. . . Robert Gowty, two time winner of the ‘deluded custodians’ monthly challenge chose maatsuyker island as the place where rex and ziggy struggled for control of the snack dispenser abord the s.s. ziggy stardust.
he never told me about this:
i’m in.