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fig.023) china-snake take out party This is the Splash Page: Located visual center on a white field is a black circle with a simple white thought balloon at its center. In bold text (no caps) wrapped around the black circle: ms brave qu'est que c'est ms brave she knows this. The thought balloon's interior text reads (all-caps, distorted and bunched up tight, it's stacked 2 over 1): DAMN YOU RONCO Pages 2 and 3: A spread with a long black line that runs across the bottom of both open white pages. The first page is empty with the exception of the line while the second page has a series of interlinked horizontally oriented black rectangles with rounded corners. They'll be stylized word balloons that should have varied line weight. Sitting on top of them is the following naked red text dripping from the bottom justification (all caps) CHAPLAIN /AMERICA /THE MIGHTY /MECHA /SCHISM (tall blue, no outline, all caps, well formed, vertical character ). The overall e...

fig.8.2) flower with sparkle Let's turn in early, in the corner where our bed is made, there are Pickles and there is pie and maybe soon there'll be some more, Write it down and say it loud, O fishing fable eating names, breathing then and breathing more, Let's trumpet trumpet, Let's blow on it, Then bury me under the door, Then bury me a house for my money and sing me a song when it's gone, Then sing it once again, This time sing it for Mary and then sing it again for the world, Our bed's in the water and barely turning, Burning like flames in the basement, Burning like eggs full of ape shit- This Long Old Song We all call out to Sister Susan, to Henry and the troll of trolls, Abe "the sparkle king." We call out to them lounging on their rock, beside the spring, "This is not yet a question of radical memberships or normalized narratives. These are not like your flowers at all. We have to renegotiate the roles of these entities much more be...

fig.78) Sinead O'Connor The low picnic tables that are under the elm tree are also brown. They’ve been scuffed up and scratched with very much sorrow and too much lament. What grass is around them is frail and burnt. But the dirt, that's just mud and it's full of ash and sharp nasty glass. Only the older kids play here. They kiss each other and then they go to school where they learn about the lines that separate each of the poorer states in our union from all of the other states. It's so cool and so sad that this very modern age of agony knows itself so well. "Like a palmist being read her nightly news knows, the nightly news is the heavy news. So let's set this little whistle up, you can tell me where or when it hurts. After all this whole century smells like art. So much so, it's all the way up in our eyeballs now,” WSBill spits into another glass and snaps his towel like he's a dessicated golf pro. "I’ll bet that Canada knows us more ...