October 4, 2011
Dear Reader:
Welcome to Page 28 of Goatwater, entitled, “This World Is an Intestine.” You will find a transcript of this page at the end of this letter. Make sure you Zoom in to see the lettering and/or read the transcript, below. Next Tuesday, I post page 29.
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Goatwater - Page 28 - Transcript - This World Is an Intestine
Uncle:
This world is an intestine, Maman, a scarlet speckled snake, a ginger-colored genital. In more unfortunate times, it resembles a soiled tree root in the shape of a poor, piss-less, and pitiful woman or man, fiending for holy water. And that planet over there that watches us is covered in the dry blood of my grandfather. The natives, like myself, (for obvious reasons) cannot stand it. But it, like everything else here, is just so. This world is far from bad or ungodly, however. We have our Gods! And we, unlike other worlds, do not hang our Gods from trees. You’ve paid for the cocoa tea with your short and delightful tale of the brown and bittersweet Charlotte, Maman. Now, unless you want to enter into this diner I carry, I would advise you to re-mount your black beast and ride on.
Maman:
Hush, Sweet Uncle! There’s still a tit more to the tale. After Charlotte finished serving the aristocrats their tea and was washing the wares, one of the aristocrats, Paul, the handsome son of a pink ugly looking fellow with a big, ramshackle plantation house for a head, snuck up behind her and pushed a photograph under her brown nose. “Mas’ Paul, praises! But, dear, sir, who is this?” she asked, staring down at the image. “Why, Charlotte, you pretty pickney pretty, it’s the devil,” he said. “Don’t you recognize it?” But the figure she was staring at wasn’t red like in the picture books, Uncle, it was as black and as horny as an impure race of shadows. “Mas’ Paul!” she cried, dropping the picture. “Forgive me, but that is not the devil, and the horns you see aren’t devils' horns, though those horns may, at times, play the devil's music. ” “Come now, Charlotte, you don’t want a future as black as that, do you?” Mas’ Paul whispered, standing close behind her. “Why not rub yourself off into a brighter world?”
Maman:
Generous Uncle, your world is a bloody barren bitch and for that you have my sympathies. May I take a fresh stick of cocoa for the road?
Dear Reader:
Welcome to Page 28 of Goatwater, entitled, “This World Is an Intestine.” You will find a transcript of this page at the end of this letter. Make sure you Zoom in to see the lettering and/or read the transcript, below. Next Tuesday, I post page 29.
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!
Goatwater - Page 28 - Transcript - This World Is an Intestine
Uncle:
This world is an intestine, Maman, a scarlet speckled snake, a ginger-colored genital. In more unfortunate times, it resembles a soiled tree root in the shape of a poor, piss-less, and pitiful woman or man, fiending for holy water. And that planet over there that watches us is covered in the dry blood of my grandfather. The natives, like myself, (for obvious reasons) cannot stand it. But it, like everything else here, is just so. This world is far from bad or ungodly, however. We have our Gods! And we, unlike other worlds, do not hang our Gods from trees. You’ve paid for the cocoa tea with your short and delightful tale of the brown and bittersweet Charlotte, Maman. Now, unless you want to enter into this diner I carry, I would advise you to re-mount your black beast and ride on.
Maman:
Hush, Sweet Uncle! There’s still a tit more to the tale. After Charlotte finished serving the aristocrats their tea and was washing the wares, one of the aristocrats, Paul, the handsome son of a pink ugly looking fellow with a big, ramshackle plantation house for a head, snuck up behind her and pushed a photograph under her brown nose. “Mas’ Paul, praises! But, dear, sir, who is this?” she asked, staring down at the image. “Why, Charlotte, you pretty pickney pretty, it’s the devil,” he said. “Don’t you recognize it?” But the figure she was staring at wasn’t red like in the picture books, Uncle, it was as black and as horny as an impure race of shadows. “Mas’ Paul!” she cried, dropping the picture. “Forgive me, but that is not the devil, and the horns you see aren’t devils' horns, though those horns may, at times, play the devil's music. ” “Come now, Charlotte, you don’t want a future as black as that, do you?” Mas’ Paul whispered, standing close behind her. “Why not rub yourself off into a brighter world?”
Maman:
Generous Uncle, your world is a bloody barren bitch and for that you have my sympathies. May I take a fresh stick of cocoa for the road?
Goatwater
Copyright 2011
words and images by:
Tiffany Osedra Miller
all rights reserved.
Copyright 2011
words and images by:
Tiffany Osedra Miller
all rights reserved.
