Before starting the NATO run, I worked through Arthur Baker’s book of swash capitals. The straight brush also loves the blocky forms of Rudolf Koch’s Neuland. The two got mashed together here. , , , , After tower defense on Blooket,They made me a night zombie,Seeking brains in the dark whileThey hid under folded sleeping pad huts. Brains, brains! Morning comes the sun! Away I go!They ran into the playroom to fortifyWith pot lid shields andMiso containers shooting arrows. pew pew pew! Dangerous labor,This zombie gig. —September 2023 .
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