Sunday Comics
They’re turning us into monsters, turning us into fire. Turning us into monsters and it’s all desire (it’s all desire, it’s all desire). Sunday Comics, pacifier, sinking soul where you are. Doesn’t make sense to, but it won’t be long ’cause kids with guns — easy does it, they got something to say no to.
Sunday Comics
I’m walking to the something, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. I’m reading too much Sunday; blah blah blah blah blah blah, Comics. I’m feeling really blah blah, I want to blah blah blah collapse. And in the end it means I blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
Souvenir: Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark at the Moore
Andy talks with Andy: Andrew Hamlin talks to Andy McCluskey about the 40th Anniversary Show of Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
Sunday Comics
Drive with the dealership tag, that’s what they love; Sunday Comics on my shoulder, that’s what they love; the smell of new leather in the cold, that’s what they love; Strawhat V-neck t’s, that what they love
Free Thing of the Week: Seattle Star Creative Commons Jazz Mixtape #12
We’re back to jazz this week, for the increasingly infrequent thing of the week. This mixtape takes us back and forth in a groove between Europe and North America, so strap in and take a flight.
If You’re Born on an Island, The Ocean Heals You: Jacob Jonas The Company’s Crash and Other Works
Omar Willey travels to exotic Edmonds for his first dance review since quarantine.
Sunday Comics
Being good ain’t enough lately; I ain’t got the strength to read me Sunday Comics. Can’t figure what got me here–I don’t want to preach alone, it’s easy to disappear…But mother I’m good as gold! Am I not your boy? Your child? The kid that I once was
Is dead.
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