Why do you try to cheat and trample people under your feet? Don’t ya’ know it is wrong to cheat the tryin’ man? You better stop! It is the wrong ’em, boyo!
In a time where everyone’s face is masked, discussions of the niqab take on a different tone. Christopher Thornton writes.
Put your hands over your eyes. Jump out of the plane. There is no pilot. You are not alone. Standby. This is the Comics. And this is the Sunday of the Comics. This is the time. And this is the record of the time.
I follow Victor to the sacred place. This ain’t a dream, I can’t escape. Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones — spirits moaning among the tombstones.
“I don’t want to be buried in a pet cemetery, I don’t want to live my life again.”
How do you say delicious? How do you say delovely? How do you say delectable? How do you say divine? How do you say deSunday? DeComics? How do you say Deee-Lite?
Another week, another jazz mixtape from the Seattle Star.
I like to sleep until the crack of noon, midnight howlin’ at the moon — goin’ out when I wanna,
comin’ home when I please. I
don’t have to ask permission if I wanna read the Comics. Never have to ask for the keys.
Our publisher man was so excited by the first one he brings you another all-Creative Commons jazz mix for your week.
Reading Sunday Comics, smoking rat weed…Well, you reap what you sow when you plant the seed. Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto, got more Louie than Phillip Rizzuto. What goes around comes around–
We continue our Free Things by poring over those highly overrated Shakespeare sonnets and wishing they were shorter and made sense like this.