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EXED WORLD ALMANAC

11th ANNUAL RECAP ISSUE MAXIMUM DELUXITY EDITION!

JUNE - ISH 20 YRS FROM BABL

NOTE: it is highly recommended that while reading through this you scroll along with the original material (x) because things like tomsen’s illustrations and the actual Energy of her writing is lost in this simpler format.

Once again once again, another year of rushing through the asphalt veins of this great nation, little blood clots waiting to get stuck, but hold the embolism, don’t break out flow, we’re not braindead yet.

A strange year in a strange century of strange years. What’s going on in you, exed world? Do you feel ok? Do you feel something building? Is it cry or laugh? Vomit or orgasm? Can we help you get it out?

Barbara’s getting tired. She complains louder every mile/day but hard to blame her. This year we completed 1 full perambulation of the Benighted States of America. Several zigzags through the interior but we never find much in that heart of darkness. America is scooped out hollow and nightmares Lurk in the VOID: You know about it don’t you? If you ever leave your circle of firelight you know about it. Reality’s only as hard as we make it and we’ve made it melty sherbet. We learned that when DAWN OF THE DEAD crawled out of our screens and heads.

But we’re not here to recap The Suggestible Universe. You all know the new rules. We’ll just say this to you fantastic voyagers who dare to tread the Midwaste.

DO NOT TREAD LIGHTLY. Stomp and kick and shout. Make every step hit hard, make every breath a declaration that you’re here, that you’re real.

Stay close to your friends if you have them. Find a mind to confirm that you’re standing on the earth, or you might just fall through it.

Learn from our mistakes. You don’t wanna see the things so soon.

BUT HERE WE ARE. FILLED TO THE BURSTING WITH ANOTHER YEAR THE HOURS SPRAYING OUT OF US THROUGH THE HOLES IN OUR SOULS.

Where to begin? Where did we begin?

It’s all starting to look the same. Forests eat cities. Deserts eat forests. Detroit is sinking, almost gone, just a few decades to become ancient beyond ancient. What was ancient to the pharaohs? What great deeds were done in history’s history?

What primeval heroes did Gilgamesh admire? Did he remember his cave crawling ancestors? Did they remember the trees? The muh? the sea?

WE ARE THE NEWEST THINGS ON EARTH. WE ARE THE BLEEDING EDGE. WHAT A PRIVILEGE AND A DUTY! AND ALL OF THEM WATCHING US. LET’S NOT DISAPPOINT OUR PARENTS.

So! You know the state of the union. If you’ve been paying attention, if you haven’t skipped any issues, you know what’s going on. We told you what we found in the cities: X after X after X after X after X xxxxxx

No time for lists of nothing in the annual recap. What GOOD have we gathered in all these miles? What have we found besides DUST and DEATH?

Whispers...

Rumors...

More and more every day. Since we left the west coast.

Something HAPPENED. Something’s HAPPENING. Something’s GOING TO HAPPEN

BUT WHAT????????????

WHY???

Wild reports of recoveries. Rememberings. THEY LIVE. Can it be TRUE? It’s can’t! Can it? HOW??

Consider the data: Hive dissipations. Wandering Dead. Irregular behaviors: reduced aggression increased confusion, mass migrations to parts unknown.

We are dubious.

Rumors say it spread from Cascadia but it was status quo when we left the coast early summer. How much can change in two months?

AND YET: OTHER ODDITIES OF NOTE: Ossie swarms gathering in the Midwaste.

We saw them by the thousands, like squirming nest of ants. PUREST HORROR.

BUT WHY? No Living prey. Dying in the desert. Why? Are they broken? Who broke them? Or did we imagine the whole thing?

IT WAS ALL A DREAM

Vacillations increasing in quantity and intensity, while cities blinking ON and OFF. All fine and good, we welcome the flux — but we question the synchronicity because flux is EVERYWHERE. RUMBLES AND GRUMBLES FROM ALL DIRECTIONS.

DID YOU KNOW? Axiom is stirring.

Oh yes Cascadians very sorry but the Axiom Group is alive and well despite the precious dreams of your shadowed corner of the world. We didn’t have the heart to tell you while we were visiting but now that we’re far away and you can’t at us... WAKE UP! They’re back.

Did you really think they left? Remission is not cure. Guessing you’ll learn soon enough Cascadia. Rumors of westward expansion. Dusty offices reopening. Ribbon cuttings. Fundraiser galas. Decapitations. We saw it ourselves, Exed World! Convoys en route.

WISH WE COULD RADION A WARNING but you know how that is. We’re working on it. BUT FOR NOW... TOO LATE. Cascadia (if it ever does, if any one’s even reading these) whatever’s going to happen WILL HAVE HAPPENED X X X

So sorry, Cascadia. Hope it worked out.

But for the rest of the “world”, TAKE NOTE. Nature hates a vacuum, Power Vacuum most of all. Only a matter of before something fills it so the question is WHAT? Watch the madness on your screens. Chew the Lotus. There’s your old world. Your good old days.

Is that the filling we want in our donut? IT’S STALE. It’s SOUR. It’s FULL OF WORMS. DON’T LET US REGRESS TO THE MEAN. DON’T LET US REGRESS TO THE CRUEL.

FORESTS EAT CITIES. DESERTS EAT FORESTS. THE MOUTH BEHIND EVERYTHING EATS THE EARTH. THE UNIVERSE. ALL OUR FEARS AND DREAMS... Sorry. sorry. Getting negative again.

The bright side. The bright side. Must remember there is one.

Because LOOK: Axiom is closest living link to Old Gov. It’s the chicken to Old Gov’s dinosaur and with a little digging, a little bribing, a little marijuana and alcohol, one can REVERSE ENGINEER THEIR DNA AND SNIFF THE DINO’S BREATH.

No, we haven’t found the tower. No big teary confessions in our interviews. But clues emerge. Bread crumbs drop. For the first time in forever, we have a trail to follow.

So we keep heading east. The bomb is ready. All we need is a place to drop it. Perhaps New York? Back into Axiom’s loveless embrace? Wherever the trail l e a d s . . .

Maybe this will be the last issue! A good one to go out on. LOOK HOW PRETTY 😍 Maybe we’ll topple the tower and open the airwaves and put ourselves out of a job. WE CAN DREAM. And if it happens you’ll know it. You’ll feel it. And if you don’t feel it you’ll HEAR it when the static stops and we scream into your radios.

“HI!” we’ll scream. “HELLO EXED WORLD! LET’S BE FRIENDS.”

So I say this very very literally: STAY TUNED. Keep your eyes and ears on those rivers of madness for as long as you can stand it because REAL NEWS is about to break. We feel it. The ground is hot under our feet. The rain feels like tears, the sun feels like love, the air hums like harp strings.

THIS IS HOW IT FEELS WHEN SOMETHING BIG IS COMING.

THE GRAVITY WELL OF IMPORTANCE. THE ATOMIC MASS OF MEANING. BIG CHANGE DISTORTS TIME AND WE REMEMBER BEFORE IT HAPPENS.

So hold on a little longer. Stay alive and keep living. EAT A RIPE PEAR. PET A CUTE CAT. MAKE LOVE TO A BEAUTIFUL HUMAN. We want so badly to sleep forever, to drown in our tears and sink to the bottom but NO. NO!!

We’re holding in our spilling guts and lapping up our bleeding blood and squeezing the mess of use together because WE WANT TO STAY. WE WANT TO BE HERE WHEN IT HAPPENS. WE WANT TO SEE WHAT’S NEXT.

WE LOVE YOU EXED WORLD!!!!! — DBC