Tuesday, October 4th, 2016 | TechNews E E i E i i E a! 7 COMICS Veto Pm; lb .1 .0 above 6/18 jma’i; 0202333732: M m .h I see, 30mm Nghe thab'f . cameo, babin bhé previous 51m [ea [06 W question you didn‘t; cola/late the a 00); answer my 50 sham ~5ezm.=. Mlle new H04 WWMa/mlé- [Ext q/ués doing? .mreo “fl/mafia (one 0 Will bépég ', farmed will be 5‘ all- 3661.0” 8 0M 2 9%{1 0%wang ». Metaphor Alchemy #1, Grease 1, Draft 1 Grease my hand with a symbol, man: a picture of a pale white sheep to wipe your face. Take it: An infinite love to ever love you. Take it: A boundless misery, nothing but misery, only just misery, just misery. Take it: Hatred is an heuristic and a heretic. Take it: I think about you. What do I think about you? Take it: You’re a black-hole, son; you need what you can get, and all of it. Take it. You’re a grease-spot, man; on the fire you expand; absorb the acids, thick and elevating, dripping from the sand. Take it. Grease my hand with the secret fat, man; Do not look me in the eye while your hands are dry. Tayk it: The swelling marble searing the ashy gait. Tayk it: Hands reach up from the coals to grasp the grate. Tayk it: And burning on them, the oxidation on which you, teary, choke. Tayk it: A viscous washing over and going under towards a rising, soaked and stoked. Ta k it: Th1 lean, bloodless, carving carved and cured and spoke in swollen spate. Tayk it. It’s you, white: self-consuming, self-knowing, self-obsessed. From black: the bland, the spare, the sand. Tayk it. Grease my hand with a burning flesh, man; The liquid cotton chemical printed on the page removes; it holds you holding you. - Reno Waswil SERIOUS DELIVERY!“ T0 FIND THE [RCATIIIN NEAREST YIIII VISIT JIMMYJIIHNSMM ©20I4 JIMMY JOHN'S FRANCHISE. LII) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. WE ARE ALWAYS ACCEPTING SLIPSIICII SUBHISSIONS COHICS CROSSVORDS PUZZLES POEHS email editor@’rechnewsiit.com