Yep, there’s another one. May the gods and kittens help me.

Yep, there’s another one. May the gods and kittens help me.

Text across seven pages in 35 panels, is from a poem back in September:

Power Words
September 28, 2025

we used to have good, dangerous power words
you’d know the magic folk were kicking some
when the radio broadcast yelling in the background
burn / fire / explode / detonate / freeze / die

now, in secret alleyways and cat harboring facilities
our mics pick up more complicated waveforms

that November day when it was cold
and my pants were tighter than comfortable
init configuration modifier four-fold activate

my mother told me not to swear, but you
good sir, have stumbled foolishly into abbreviation
may your legs never return unto you

fall from grace, add-mode short, repeated
public broadcast emotional conflagration
national coverage be your demise

it might be power, it might be words
but we can no longer be sure

* * *

Changed a wee bit to fit layout. Yep, I love fluff/schlock poetry, but I write my own, thanks. AI can die in a fire.

The last one of these ended up in a comic jam on Itch IO, so - once that drops - there will be a place for daftness like this to be nabbed more easily in PDF and (probably) epub format.

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