Tangled?

Tangled?

Auto–self. Motive–moving. Or–impetus.

Scale–weighing device, or pay grade, or skin recrudescence…or Order of Magnitude. Just imagine: You and your love partner(s) could each be any size you want…or any PART of you thereof might be…as Virtual Reality improves, you won’t have to imagine any more!

Out soon, but not in this universe.

Do your fingers have personalities of their own?

The Abyss is ready, willing and able to finish your projects for you.

She’s got the Hoe World
In her hands…

Some masks are unseen until removed.

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.

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.