Category: Comix

When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school, it’s a wonder I can think at all. And though my reading Sunday Comics hasn’t hurt me none, I can read the writing on the wall.

I’m in the sky when I’m on my floor, the world’s a mess and you’re my only cure. There’s no time for the Sunday Comics; the only words I know are more, more and more…No one to criticize me, then.

Todo es mentira en este mundo, todo es mentira, la verdad! Todo es mentira Sunday Comics; todo es mentira, por que sera.

Do ya wanna channel Dutch? Fabricate a Rockwell? Spend the Sunday reading Comics, “gimme some hash”? Atonement! Atonement! Well, come and get a little bit…

Remember what we’ve said and done and read about each other in the Sunday Comics. Don’t let the past remind us of what we are not now: I am not dreaming.

If it no be craze, why for Amrika? As time dey go, things just dey bad. They bad more and more. Poor man dey cry, rich man dey mess. Sunday Comics. Democrazy, crazy demo — demonstration of craze, crazy demonstration.

All is well, as long as we keep spinning here and now. Dancing behind a wall, read Sunday Comics, and laughter within. All forgiven always and never been true.

Tell your teacher I said princesses are evil, how they got all they money was they killed people. Read Sunday Comics, hit ’em back then negotiate a peace contract. Life is a challenge and you gotta team up — if you play house, pretend that the man clean up.

Pick up the bags and get in the limousine. Sunday, we’ll be away from here — read the Comics and wipe that tear away…One sweet dream came true today, yes it did. 1. 2. 3…