September 13, 2011
Dear Reader:
Here's Page 25 of Goatwater. You will find a transcript of this page at the end of this letter. Next Tuesday, I post page 26 and I will also try to answer some questions readers have asked. Make sure you Zoom in to see the lettering and/or read the transcript, below. If you are new to Goatwater, take your time with it. I recommend reading one page a day until you get caught up. And remember, if you don't dream any other day of the week, dream with me on Tuesdays.
You can now link to the Table of Contents on every page. Click here to start at the beginning of this webcomic. Have a great week and remember that Goatwater is updated every Tuesday. Email any questions or comments to bassacards(at) yahoo.com.
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PAGE 25 - TRANSCRIPT
Missus: A man walks into a room carrying a loaf of bread and a pistol. You know him as Pallbearer. He’s hungry and tired, exhausted, really, and if that’s not enough he’s got a woman, your Maman, attempting to climb out through a hole in his chest. He had buried Maman days ago after she drank a bowl of poisoned goatwater and was shot in the head (as evidenced by the single gunshot wound to her temple which the killer attempted to conceal with bleach). Feeling nothing in his chest, Pallbearer sits down and eats a piece of bread with cheese. “Bearer,” Maman calls out to him snatching bread from his fingers and shoving it into her mouth, “I’ll take some cocoa tea with this." “No!” he cries out, shocked that Maman is climbing through the hole in his chest, but more shocked that the planet that once occupied the hole had gotten away without his notice. Pallbearer drops the loaf of bread onto the floor, after breaking off another small piece, flings Maman to the ground, runs outside and shoots three bullets at the retreating planet, missing it. Pallbearer sticks the pistol back into his waistband and offers his beloved planet a piece of bread. “Please eat. This is for you.” Pallbearer extends his hand. “I’m not hungry,” Planet says, “I’m just happy,” as it dissolves into the sky. Pallbearer falls to his knees. The hole in his chest fills rapidly with blood.
Back in the room, a battered and prone Maman, still physically small in stature from just having returned from the magnanimous world of spirit, stands up, cusses out the absent Pallbearer for a solid minute, staggers a bit, slips through a tiny crack in the floor and falls like a poisoned raindrop through an underworld rainforest (where she sees her dead Mother and her Mother’s Mother continuously washing from their skin whatever they believed in life made them dirty) before ending up bereft, alone, and not so sure she isn’t dead again, in front of the entrance to a diner, located in the center of a desert, with a neon sign above the doorway blinking the words, “Behind the Eye of a Goat.”
Now, Horny, I’ve told you all I know that’s happened to your Maman and my sources are reliable. So please for the love of decency, screw my head back onto my body. I miss my breasts.
Horny: Maman’s dead? Again? But I’ve played my horn repeatedly in the house of the Lord, to celebrate her re-arrival. I’ll burn for that! I’ll burn!
Headmaster: Hold it still! Sweet cranium! Oh to kiss and culture that cocoa thing!
Dear Reader:
Here's Page 25 of Goatwater. You will find a transcript of this page at the end of this letter. Next Tuesday, I post page 26 and I will also try to answer some questions readers have asked. Make sure you Zoom in to see the lettering and/or read the transcript, below. If you are new to Goatwater, take your time with it. I recommend reading one page a day until you get caught up. And remember, if you don't dream any other day of the week, dream with me on Tuesdays.
You can now link to the Table of Contents on every page. Click here to start at the beginning of this webcomic. Have a great week and remember that Goatwater is updated every Tuesday. Email any questions or comments to bassacards(at) yahoo.com.
If this is your first time visiting this site, or you are a regular reader, email me at the address above if you want me to add you to my mailing list so that I can send you an email reminder, every Tuesday, when I’ve added the new page. No spam, and I will not share your email with anybody else, just the link to the new page and some update information, if I have any. And feel free to let me know, at any time, if you want to stop receiving the weekly emails. Thank you for your support!
PAGE 25 - TRANSCRIPT
Missus: A man walks into a room carrying a loaf of bread and a pistol. You know him as Pallbearer. He’s hungry and tired, exhausted, really, and if that’s not enough he’s got a woman, your Maman, attempting to climb out through a hole in his chest. He had buried Maman days ago after she drank a bowl of poisoned goatwater and was shot in the head (as evidenced by the single gunshot wound to her temple which the killer attempted to conceal with bleach). Feeling nothing in his chest, Pallbearer sits down and eats a piece of bread with cheese. “Bearer,” Maman calls out to him snatching bread from his fingers and shoving it into her mouth, “I’ll take some cocoa tea with this." “No!” he cries out, shocked that Maman is climbing through the hole in his chest, but more shocked that the planet that once occupied the hole had gotten away without his notice. Pallbearer drops the loaf of bread onto the floor, after breaking off another small piece, flings Maman to the ground, runs outside and shoots three bullets at the retreating planet, missing it. Pallbearer sticks the pistol back into his waistband and offers his beloved planet a piece of bread. “Please eat. This is for you.” Pallbearer extends his hand. “I’m not hungry,” Planet says, “I’m just happy,” as it dissolves into the sky. Pallbearer falls to his knees. The hole in his chest fills rapidly with blood.
Back in the room, a battered and prone Maman, still physically small in stature from just having returned from the magnanimous world of spirit, stands up, cusses out the absent Pallbearer for a solid minute, staggers a bit, slips through a tiny crack in the floor and falls like a poisoned raindrop through an underworld rainforest (where she sees her dead Mother and her Mother’s Mother continuously washing from their skin whatever they believed in life made them dirty) before ending up bereft, alone, and not so sure she isn’t dead again, in front of the entrance to a diner, located in the center of a desert, with a neon sign above the doorway blinking the words, “Behind the Eye of a Goat.”
Now, Horny, I’ve told you all I know that’s happened to your Maman and my sources are reliable. So please for the love of decency, screw my head back onto my body. I miss my breasts.
Horny: Maman’s dead? Again? But I’ve played my horn repeatedly in the house of the Lord, to celebrate her re-arrival. I’ll burn for that! I’ll burn!
Headmaster: Hold it still! Sweet cranium! Oh to kiss and culture that cocoa thing!
Goatwater
Copyright 2011-2012
words and images by:
Tiffany Osedra Miller
all rights reserved.
Copyright 2011-2012
words and images by:
Tiffany Osedra Miller
all rights reserved.
