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n.e.s. #135 of 480
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n.e.s. #134 of 480
The Abyss is ready, willing and able to finish your projects for you.
n.e.s. #133 of 480
She’s got the Hoe World
In her hands…
n.e.s. #132 of 480
Some masks are unseen until removed.
n.e.s #131 of 480
Here is the bottom part of the page from last post, vignetted for dramatic effect.
And here is a prose-poem of the acrostic:
out of locus focus
Oh, let’s all say No, and if Unsightly ovoid–U.F.O.–To then select a vacant C of déjà vu and aperçu, for sakes of Christ and Dr. Seuss.
Last, here is how the page entire looks.
n.e.s. #130 of 480
Just so we’re all on the same page, #130 and #131 ARE on the same page. So the lower left discloses some of what will be on #131. And the reproduction is a photo, not a scan, and it’s not of very good resolution, so there will be some attempt via text to clarify what is visually impaired. Ironically, the two acrostics for these two segments are “Out of Focus Locus” and “Out of Locus Focus.”
Top left shows a woman, presumably our Narrator, dancing on a somewhat-guitar-pick-shaped platform. She is saying “Seams are things, wot? I knot.” (Sneak preview: in #131 she says, “Things are not what I seam.”)
Out of Focus Locus
O, to Mollify a fearful soul
Ousting all of Monsterdom our goal
Unto us: outré imbroglio
Understood: We “conquered” polio
Thus with COVID-19 esoteric
Thanatopsis cannot wax generic
O, a Brave New Conquest–what say U
For its Health & Safety Voulez-Vous
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The next segment will include an image of the entire page.
n.e.s. #129 of 480
“Just one key unlocks them all/And it’s there at your command…” Jesse Colin Young
n.e.s. #128 of 480
Many of us begin or continue our day with a form of the stimulant Caffeine. In the United States of America, it is so rife as to be hard to avoid.
Caffeine Depender
Cop a cup so hotly brewed
Additives to be less rude
Find your Center with a sip
Feel that shield against the Grippe
Even-temperedness we reckon
In the first cup then the second
Need a third? the pot’s still here
Existential Warmth & Cheer
n.e.s. #127 of 480
Lifepaths sometimes split like lightbeams.
n.e.s. #126 of 480
For some, the only price for comic books that seems right is twelve cents.
One with Clay, Image and Text 