December 20, 2011
Dear Reader,
The title of page 39 is, "Are You Haunted?" 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 40. Have a great week and a wonderful Holiday!
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Goatwater - Page 39 - Transcript - Are You Haunted?
Goodman
Horny, is it true that you still long for your long dead Mother. Give it up, Boy, she’s too far gone.
Horny
I just can’t. I have no other purpose.
Maman
Son, are you haunted or what? Play your nelly noisemaker boy and let me alone. Say your priors regular and find a nice white woman like me to marry. Dismount, love.
Seaman
I’ve to Pippee! I’ve to pippee! I don’t like peeing in seawater. It’s perverse. My name? If I tell you, it then you mightn’t remember. So call me Seaman. Could you direct me to the nearest loo? More about me? I’m-I’m Itello’s man. His navigator. I’m blind as a blind poodle, too. Have you seen Him? Itello, that is. Dear God, the pot! Where is the pee pot? I don’t want to pippee up meself. I don’t. Have mercy. I hear you laughing. Look what I have to offer you here, in this boat. I found Missuss's body floating atop the water. Minus the head. I put a tamarind ball in its place. She’s pregnant, too, and I had nothing to do with that. Nothing, you flouncy shadows. How dare you insist – I’m blind, remember? Blind as black magic and she’s got no head! I’m also a mezzo soprano, a born again virgin, amen, and DECENT. Take it! Just take it. She’s heavy. All it needs is her head back so she can be a proper mother when her child is born. A child’s got to have a Mother with her head in its proper place, don’t you think so? Yes, thank you. Much better. Now, lead me to the loo you, laughers. I’ve to Pippee, bad, man. Aaaaaah, the pot… relief. This feels quite right. Ooops, embarrassing…Did I miss?
Headmaster
Stoosh, my friend, I don’t believe this. What have you become? The day I rolled your bright head down the aisle for your graduation is one I shall always remember. I will admit, I had concerns about you. You came from such a rough neighborhood. But you had a will in you. A purpose. And this head. This delicious head of yours has now ended up an ass? It even smells a little. Oh, how I want to clean you. The feathers are a nice touch, though. I’ve failed you, Stoosh. The system failed you. Look at me, Stoosh. Snap out of it. Get your mind out of the slum.
Dear Reader,
The title of page 39 is, "Are You Haunted?" 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 40. Have a great week and a wonderful Holiday!
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 39 - Transcript - Are You Haunted?
Goodman
Horny, is it true that you still long for your long dead Mother. Give it up, Boy, she’s too far gone.
Horny
I just can’t. I have no other purpose.
Maman
Son, are you haunted or what? Play your nelly noisemaker boy and let me alone. Say your priors regular and find a nice white woman like me to marry. Dismount, love.
Seaman
I’ve to Pippee! I’ve to pippee! I don’t like peeing in seawater. It’s perverse. My name? If I tell you, it then you mightn’t remember. So call me Seaman. Could you direct me to the nearest loo? More about me? I’m-I’m Itello’s man. His navigator. I’m blind as a blind poodle, too. Have you seen Him? Itello, that is. Dear God, the pot! Where is the pee pot? I don’t want to pippee up meself. I don’t. Have mercy. I hear you laughing. Look what I have to offer you here, in this boat. I found Missuss's body floating atop the water. Minus the head. I put a tamarind ball in its place. She’s pregnant, too, and I had nothing to do with that. Nothing, you flouncy shadows. How dare you insist – I’m blind, remember? Blind as black magic and she’s got no head! I’m also a mezzo soprano, a born again virgin, amen, and DECENT. Take it! Just take it. She’s heavy. All it needs is her head back so she can be a proper mother when her child is born. A child’s got to have a Mother with her head in its proper place, don’t you think so? Yes, thank you. Much better. Now, lead me to the loo you, laughers. I’ve to Pippee, bad, man. Aaaaaah, the pot… relief. This feels quite right. Ooops, embarrassing…Did I miss?
Headmaster
Stoosh, my friend, I don’t believe this. What have you become? The day I rolled your bright head down the aisle for your graduation is one I shall always remember. I will admit, I had concerns about you. You came from such a rough neighborhood. But you had a will in you. A purpose. And this head. This delicious head of yours has now ended up an ass? It even smells a little. Oh, how I want to clean you. The feathers are a nice touch, though. I’ve failed you, Stoosh. The system failed you. Look at me, Stoosh. Snap out of it. Get your mind out of the slum.
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.
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