While the Veritanian people in their decisive moments are showing a surprising solidarity, the Girl of the Narrow Stroke seems bent on causing disconsent among the growing number of Naked Truth readers..
Startled by the news of the approaching Frigate of Free Lyricism the Veritanians rapidly deploy their Ultimate Coast Line Defense Program (UCLID) that basicly consists of raising a row of enormous empty Coca-Cola bottles along the shore. The Moloch of the Silent Majority supervizes the works with its hands ostentatiously idle, while blatantly disrupting the illusion of true perspective. Who could blame it for doing so?
… the Girl of the Narrow Stroke, a mindfull redhead with a cute purple skirt is not getting wild about the Naked Truth…
In the meantime the Frigate of Free Lyricism is approaching Veritania’s coast unseen and unmanned. The Frigate lacks sails but today is propelled by onomatopeic soundeffects from Pushkin’s verse. It works, but it has a touch of the obscene.
Alatheia feels the World approaching…
[inlay] the illustrous Kings of Udu-fingering the German brothers Otto and Wiebald von Kosmov!! [/inlay]
At a given moment every Truth in Veritania, be it a Trivial Obviousness or a Higher Axiom must pass into the World, and well, we all know what happens to Truth in Trumpadera. So it is hardly surprising that Alatheia is having dreamsof herself as a strangely coloured Udu filled with the Remnants of Free Lyricism and five year old walnuts. In her dreams she is horridly failing to keep up the texts that spill from her Opening in disgustingly pure Pink
Anja was an exemplary student and her behaviour was utterly Truthfull but at night she was subjected to alarming dreams of herself as an ecstatically ravished torso in a Semi-geometric space. She searched for clarification in the works of
Alfred J. Semi, but nowhere in the 26 volumes of his work was to be found any reference to this particular geometry. One night there was a full moon and the waves of pleasure were moving through her body with greater power than usual. Suddenly text started to ap
pear in the forms surr
ounding her torso. It took her a while to figure out that the text ran through and was thus
telling a STORY if one just read it in the right order!
Rising high above the slums of trivialities in odorous Logocenter stands the Castle of the Likewise*Axioms. There the Regent Alatheia is preparing her daughter Anja for the worst of the ever deeper permeating Truth…
*i.e. rising high above
"End of August, a late summer's day. In the city parks of Veritania gratuitious nudities still blossom luxuriously from their molar plantations.. .. and likewise the blocked nozes keep sniffing on their palisades anxious to impregnate them with their sneezes..."
[de Naakte Waarheid is een strip die zichzelf wil onthullen]
Kempesta de veelbultige Godin van de Ernst met de slonzige barbiehanden (heur handen zijn twee slonzige barbie’s die totaal onhandig zijn en enkel willen vozen met Ken, dus elke keer als Kempesta haar handen wil gebruiken beginnen die miekes luide te kelen van ‘Ken uzelf’ ) wordt hier omgebracht door Afni de Rode Garnaal, een trawant van Erwel, de Gokmongool omdat zij op het punt stond alle voetbaluitslagen van de jaren 2020 tot en met 2039 (het laatste voetbaljaar) bekend te maken om zo Erwel te ruïneren want aja haar lief heet Bert.
en zo begint de Strip van de Naakte Waarheid! hoe is het zover kunnen komen?