November 8, 2011
Dear Reader,
The title of page 33 is, "The Sixth Season Here." 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 34. Have a great week!
Remember, if you don't dream any other day of the week, dream with me on Tuesdays.
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Goatwater - Page 33 - Transcript - The Sixth Season Here
Octaroon
The sixth season here is always Iniquity. The climate: warm, sometimes hot, always damp. Animals: mad cock, hot cat, rabid goat. Conditions: restlessness, inconsolable grief, perversion and fever. Education: Wisdom, Dreams, and Scripture. History: an uncoiling Spiral.
Officer
Ruthie, you sweet, red-yellow morass, you golden, whole wheat angel, where did you get that Rhymer’s Rum? It’s excellent! Is it from Ribald Street? If only Goodman were here to experience this with me. You’re not partial to ashy ankles, I take it?
Ruthie
What can be better than kissing the leg of the law? Or a lawful gentleman undoing the clasp to my bra? Though my Dear Pappy informed me long ago that I was beautiful intelligent and without any flaw (where’ve you run off to Papaw?) Tell me, Officer, just what can be better than kissing the ashy leg of the law?
Goodman
Leopold, I’ve hatched! I may not be hung or whole yet but I’ve hatched. I’ve hatched! Wait there, now! Is that Ruthie, my Brother? IS THAT RUTHIE!? Can’t you hear me? Can’t you see me? I’m the little cracked, gray fellow rising out of the altar behind you and yelling like mad.
Dear Reader,
The title of page 33 is, "The Sixth Season Here." 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 34. Have a great week!
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 33 - Transcript - The Sixth Season Here
Octaroon
The sixth season here is always Iniquity. The climate: warm, sometimes hot, always damp. Animals: mad cock, hot cat, rabid goat. Conditions: restlessness, inconsolable grief, perversion and fever. Education: Wisdom, Dreams, and Scripture. History: an uncoiling Spiral.
Officer
Ruthie, you sweet, red-yellow morass, you golden, whole wheat angel, where did you get that Rhymer’s Rum? It’s excellent! Is it from Ribald Street? If only Goodman were here to experience this with me. You’re not partial to ashy ankles, I take it?
Ruthie
What can be better than kissing the leg of the law? Or a lawful gentleman undoing the clasp to my bra? Though my Dear Pappy informed me long ago that I was beautiful intelligent and without any flaw (where’ve you run off to Papaw?) Tell me, Officer, just what can be better than kissing the ashy leg of the law?
Goodman
Leopold, I’ve hatched! I may not be hung or whole yet but I’ve hatched. I’ve hatched! Wait there, now! Is that Ruthie, my Brother? IS THAT RUTHIE!? Can’t you hear me? Can’t you see me? I’m the little cracked, gray fellow rising out of the altar behind you and yelling like mad.
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.
