“The Adventure in the Peacock Gardens” by Dark wall – asemic fiction, asemic writing, conceptual writing

peacocks - 4 (page 1)

peacocks - 5 (page  2)

peacocks - 7 (page 3)

peacocks - 9 (page 4)

peacock - 12 (page 5)

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5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. pj
    Sep 03, 2013 @ 03:20:55

    dreamy…
    One of your best, Dw.

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  2. darkwallminxususa
    Sep 03, 2013 @ 08:02:38

    I drawed it for The Empress whose up in heaven now with the Lord. In them ol’ stories I seen a peacock’s foot and they was fixin to crucify me,

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  3. pj
    Sep 03, 2013 @ 11:56:59

    If she’s up in heaven with the Lord they must be eating chickin wings together right now, looking at this and dreaming of peacocks feet. ’cause there is no peacock in heaven, sadly. Plenty of neon lights, though, like those you draw. One cannot have everything.

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  4. suffolkrebecca
    Sep 03, 2013 @ 17:27:28

    I’m whistlering for it.

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  5. minkrancher
    Sep 03, 2013 @ 23:21:33

    Miss Becca, it’s been a coon’s age since we heard from you. But Dw & me has been following your adventures through the summer up there in Maine. Way God’s country is these days, we are might relieved your back safe over there on your ranch, even if they is Tories. I was tellin Dw how Mr. Jefferson didn’t take much to the Tories with King George puttin the price on his head. But he never freed his slaves neither.

    pj, aint right to be disrespectful of the Empress who aint with us here ‘neath this veil of sorrow no more. She was a good girl who fell into bad ways & took to cussin & spittin & werent nothin no one could do. Dw & me forgive her for them ragesshe used to fly into.

    Dw said to me: “Rancher, the Empress is uncommonly prone to fits of wysteria, aint she?”

    Now listen up Miss Becca & pj: Don’t be encouragin Dw in this uncommon interest he hasin women’s feet and varmint’s feet. Doc says it aint good encouragin & he should pursue other thingsto keep his mind offin it. Them drawins got more seams than the backside of Fatty Arbuckle’s pants.

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