You drove me up and down the street; you used me up like gasoline. I still remember the Sunday Comics, that’s the reason had to stay away from Claire.
Omar Willey pulls a photograph out of a box in his return to photography writing.
So how can we be strangers? He’s got no personality. It’s just a clever imitation of the people on TV. A line for every situation; he’s learnin’ Sunday Comics tricks. Havin’ sex and eatin’ cereal, wearin’ jeans and smokin’ cigarettes.
I lie still…game breezecombs my hair ☯ I’m a poor host–some of my bookscan’t stand up straight ☯ Rain…?Or just windclacking the leaves?…
Thoughts on postmodernism, fatalism, and community theater. A typical review from Omar Willey.
All the Norwegians, man, you should see them out in Ballard looking soulful at the pines — and also the Swedes…All of the groovers came from Vancouver and some of them came up from Oregon, in case you don’t know. Viva Seattle Tacoma! Viva viva Sunday Comics!
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