January 17, 2012
Dear Reader,
The title of page 42 is, "This Is Vertigo." 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, January 24th, I post page 43. Have a great week!
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Goatwater - Page 42 - Transcript - This Is Vertigo
Octaroon
This island that we’re on, Reverend-Doctor is one that spins. Why didn’t you tell me? I am henceforth unable to mission the word of God effectively to these backward people as the constant spinning causes the church I carry to fall. No, I was not born on this island! Why did you lie to me? I was born much closer to God than this. Listen, Reverend-Doctor to the latest spin that’s been spun: After a sudden hurricane-wind, the Chief Spinneress here, Missus, found her head spun back onto its terrible neck. And it was like this that she came to me last night, entering through a doorway that opened up at the foot of my bed. She was holding a large piece of tamarind candy with a boat perversely protruding from it. Sugar from the candy had gotten onto her breasts. This disturbed me terribly. When I asked her why she didn’t brush the sugar crystals off her bosom she said it was because her breasts never felt or tasted so sweet.
“Leave off, Devil! Stop trying to punish me!” I shouted at her, “I had nothing whatsoever to do with what happened to your head.”
“Well then whodunnit, Fair-ish Lady” she replied, “because I’ve forgotten, and tell me what exactly is it you are doing in my room, sleeping in my bed?”
Dear God, Reverend-Doctor is this Vertigo?! Do I have Vertigo? Is she Vertigo? This is Vertigo.
Dear Reader,
The title of page 42 is, "This Is Vertigo." 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, January 24th, I post page 43. 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 42 - Transcript - This Is Vertigo
Octaroon
This island that we’re on, Reverend-Doctor is one that spins. Why didn’t you tell me? I am henceforth unable to mission the word of God effectively to these backward people as the constant spinning causes the church I carry to fall. No, I was not born on this island! Why did you lie to me? I was born much closer to God than this. Listen, Reverend-Doctor to the latest spin that’s been spun: After a sudden hurricane-wind, the Chief Spinneress here, Missus, found her head spun back onto its terrible neck. And it was like this that she came to me last night, entering through a doorway that opened up at the foot of my bed. She was holding a large piece of tamarind candy with a boat perversely protruding from it. Sugar from the candy had gotten onto her breasts. This disturbed me terribly. When I asked her why she didn’t brush the sugar crystals off her bosom she said it was because her breasts never felt or tasted so sweet.
“Leave off, Devil! Stop trying to punish me!” I shouted at her, “I had nothing whatsoever to do with what happened to your head.”
“Well then whodunnit, Fair-ish Lady” she replied, “because I’ve forgotten, and tell me what exactly is it you are doing in my room, sleeping in my bed?”
Dear God, Reverend-Doctor is this Vertigo?! Do I have Vertigo? Is she Vertigo? This is Vertigo.
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.
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