Asemic Map 6


Notes found on the back of Asemic Map 6.

These have been diligently translated using an algorithm that detected three unknown languages. There were textual adjustments in finding equivalent contemporary words. The experts had some disagreement as to whether these were math formulas or poems. Further division occurred over whether these lines present tax assessments or incantations to protect travellers from sexually transmitted diseases. A minority believed these were notes in preparation for political debate.

He himself first has Disc Ptolemy with his father to strike the statue and place the intruder.


Part of the negligence is all work ~*


The Sailor carried a huge thread base –

a voyage of solitude and lachrymose wings.

The last Riardo Table is the Doited Romans ~*

immunogenic tangle-bush of the suspicious people –

after the middle.

The baggage fudges against the cool alien. The opera succeeds. The instinct burst dictates into the royal megachilidae coordinates. A whatever hum moans beneath the doom. A contracted promise warms to a token near an overdue existence. The vertical tale leaps a badge.

Journalism in Asemic Times


What do you read, my lord?



Words, words, words.



What is the matter, my lord?



Between who?



I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.



Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here

that old men have grey beards, that their faces are

wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and

plum-tree gum and that they have a plentiful lack of

wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir,

though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet

I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for

yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab

you could go backward.



[Aside] Though this be madness, yet there is method

in ‘t.

From Hamlet Act II Scene 2.