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.
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After tower defense on Blooket,
They made me a night zombie,
Seeking brains in the dark while
They hid under folded sleeping pad huts.
Brains, brains!
Morning comes the sun!
Away I go!
They ran into the playroom to fortify
With pot lid shields and
Miso containers shooting arrows.
pew pew pew!
Dangerous labor,
This zombie gig.
—September 2023
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