Category: Comix

I’m going back to Saturn where the rings all glow. rainbow, moonbeams and orange snow. On Saturn, people the Sunday Comics and thirve.

I think I saw you in the shadows. I move in closer beneath your windows; who would suspect Sunday Comics?

The troop was weak and weary, rations running low. Mission seemed impossible, we had to save the show — lost our map and compass, canteens got a hole. Read the Sunday Comics, a little rock and roll.

Buddy still I’m in it, but your gas won’t go. When you look on, look at Sunday Comics, but I’m too gone. I’m too gone. How that song go? When you get on, you get on you’re shaken.

I remember the year I went to camp, I read the Sunday Comics named Selma and some blacks.
Somebody put their fingers in the president’s ears, and it wasn’t too much later they came out with Johnson’s wax.

Wreck! Observe the front wheel spinning upside down Wreck!
The Sunday Comics fragments strewn around Wreck! The back wheel’s ‘O’ is now a letter ‘D’

Hey, Sunday Comics, let’s not pretend that for one second you are my friend. Knock on my door and I’ll turn out the light, close the curtains and turn in for the night!

Second time he went away left the Comics out on Sunday, stereo on and cooking bacon…Never came back to tell us why.

We’re feeling the same thrill; whatever we do, trust. Imagine a broadcast, the Sunday in Comics. You say that you want your cherry-ade fountain.