Category: Visual Arts

Her eyes…She’s on the dark side. Neutralize every man in sight reading Sunday Comics.

She took the car out for a drive, she didn’t come back for the Sunday Comics…Where’s she been? Why’d she go? Why’s she back now? We all know! We know why! We know why!

Beyond, up here on the mountain that I climb to lose you, I saw every bit of business that business could work through. I said ask me but, oh, my wisdom departed! Tell me–but, oh, my wisdom departed, but, oh please, at least answer me this–

Lost on a Sunday, in the Comics, but there’s no one there to wake her up. And the world is spinning, and she keeps on winning, but tell me what happens when it stops? They go isn’t she lovely, this Hollywood girl?

Same thing night after night. Just…repetitive. And the color is really bad — and the themes are just infantile…And you always get what you want — And that’s just not the way life is.

Just outside the gate I look into the courtyard underneath the gathering thunderstorm. Through the iron bars, I see the Black Maria revolving slowly on its platform. In the topmost tower, a light burns dim; a coiling filament glowing within1

Clocks on the wall talk to watches on the wrist. It’s the moments we relive, it’s the moments like this — when it’s time to get ill we’ll be so ahead of time — it’s the moments we achieve…Best believe it’s the moments.

I’ve been bad and they’re coming after me! Done someone wrong, and I fear that it was me…

You’re like a brand new feeling, in a special way — a surprise package on a bright clear sunny day — and wrapped up tight! Strawberry! raspberry! All those good thangs! Violets and gumdrops –That’s what you’re saying to me! This stuff is starting now! This stuff is starting now!

I was trying to get somewhere but now I’m following the traces of your fingernails that run along the windshield on the boat of car.