March 13, 2012
Dear Reader,
The title of page 48 is "The Church of Sweet And Pious Love." 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. I will post page 49 on Tuesday, March 20th.
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Goatwater - Page 48 - Transcript - The Church Of Sweet And Pious Love
Stoosh
Horny, come on now, be honest my Brother. Is my butt too big? Well, I say Goddamn, that puppet is pretty! Hey light-skinned, wanna braid my hair?
Maman
But wait! Who eat off all the tamarind candy, and step on me foot, and shake up the vertigo in me ‘ead? You all whine and chat too much. Shet you mouths and let’s just go where we going, Capice? Bene and all praises.
Ruthie
Carnival always begins again on the day that carnival ends. It does so like this: A solemn faced elder of the congregation stands up during the sermon and breaks wind in such a way that it brings him or her to their knees. Two greasy, soot-faced angels then help the old wind-passer to their feet as the rest of the congregation, laughing and covering their noses, makes a mass exodus for the door. Outside, painted faces fall from the trees. The congregants pick up the painted faces and put them on over their masks. The wind-passer blows his trumpet. The Revelers dance and jook somebody, and then commence to eat.
Dear Reader,
The title of page 48 is "The Church of Sweet And Pious Love." 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. I will post page 49 on Tuesday, March 20th.
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 48 - Transcript - The Church Of Sweet And Pious Love
Stoosh
Horny, come on now, be honest my Brother. Is my butt too big? Well, I say Goddamn, that puppet is pretty! Hey light-skinned, wanna braid my hair?
Maman
But wait! Who eat off all the tamarind candy, and step on me foot, and shake up the vertigo in me ‘ead? You all whine and chat too much. Shet you mouths and let’s just go where we going, Capice? Bene and all praises.
Ruthie
Carnival always begins again on the day that carnival ends. It does so like this: A solemn faced elder of the congregation stands up during the sermon and breaks wind in such a way that it brings him or her to their knees. Two greasy, soot-faced angels then help the old wind-passer to their feet as the rest of the congregation, laughing and covering their noses, makes a mass exodus for the door. Outside, painted faces fall from the trees. The congregants pick up the painted faces and put them on over their masks. The wind-passer blows his trumpet. The Revelers dance and jook somebody, and then commence to eat.
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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