Category: Comix

They’re searching for Sunday. They’re grabbing the Comics.
Sex and sin, sax and violins; it’s hell: wooden heads, furniture with legs. For sale.

Last night I had that dream again. I dreamed I had to read the Comics, on a Sunday on another planet…and then I looked around, and there was this woman — she was making it all up, she was writing it all down.

You had to piss on our parade; you had to shred our Sunday Comics; you had to ruin it for all concerned in a drunken punch-up at a wedding.

I like to read the Sunday Comics, so I can disappear to run and hide. I like to hide behind my glasses, so in myself I can confide. I like to read the Sunday Comics, so I can make the boss the little man.

We would like to say things go both ways: Sunday Comics; stupid moves, nightmares or dreams come true. Dark clouds in the crystal ball; tension mounts in a foreign place. The screw turns someone calls, “time out for fun.”

Read the Comics from Sunday when nobody was looking; found them locked in a basement when they gentrified Queen Anne. Was
left a list of instructions, MPC and a mic, a sci-fi library and utensils to write.

Mary Death – Matthew Tarpley Ampersand – Barry Deutsch Classic Architexts – Maverick & Joker Patreon drive for Architexts Schemantics – Michael Yu…

We would not care to wake up to the nightmare that’s becomin’ real life. But when misled, who knows? A person’s mind can turn as cold as ice. Um-hmm. Why do you keep on making us hear your song?

Everybody goes to parties, they dance this mess around. They do the Shu-ga-loo, do the Shy Tuna, do the Camel Walk, do the Sunday Comics. Hippy Hippy forward, hippy hippy hippy hippy shake.

I don’t know what time it was, I don’t wear a watch. So good to read the Sunday Comics atop a spinning rock.