Sunday Comics
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.
Out-of-Context Photos are a Powerful Low-Tech Form of Misinformation
Examining how photographs do not tell the truth, but actually are the source of great lies. Lisa Fazio writes.
Sunday Comics
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.
“Lennon Walls” Herald a Sticky-Note Revolution in Hong Kong
Sticky note walls are changing the environment for protest and democracy in Hong Kong. Jeff Hou writes.
Sunday Comics
“Maybe just a ghost,” you say and forget about it. I stopped talking, then the Sunday Comics are talking to my nail stinging. I can snatch out; so cold, lost parts they are stinging me so cold.
A Mexican Engraver Revives a Mostly Forgotten Russian Printmaking Tradition
Alejandro Barreto discovered the lubki when he was learning Russian, and began to merge the Russian tradition with his own Mexican print work. Filip Noubel writes.
Sunday Comics
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’
Sunday Comics
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!
Sunday Comics
Second time he went away left the Comics out on Sunday, stereo on and cooking bacon…Never came back to tell us why.
Sunday Comics
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.

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