She stands beneath the mistletoe screaming for him to “read the Sunday Comics now,” screaming…Now I can’t help but feeling jealous each time she climbs on his knee, why must she climb on his knee?

Seems as if my half baked hot takes, like, “if there is a heaven it’ll be highly unlikely any of our Sunday Comics are there just because of our back catalogues.” are apparently insensitive and a testament to my alcoholic thinking.

The old ramshackle house with the broken down porch and the novelty doorbell? The lights are still on…Zoe plays her music low, she’s got a bottle on the go Everything’s in boxes it’s been a long night packing. “What the fuck is all this stuff?”

I keep my hands dirty, my mind clean. Got a new agenda with a new dream. I’m kicking out the old regime: Liberation, elevation, education — America, you a lie.

The virginal brides file past his tomb, strewn with time’s dead flowers. Bereft in deathly bloom; alone in a darkened room? The count.

From a cold clod cut in a deep zone, a sunken ship with the ghost on…They put my seat in there, Sunday Comics under the chair hot, tucked in a dope spot, so the chrome tire screech every time we hit.

It’s just that I want to say that I live a life in a day. I didn’t have to wait till I was lonely old and gray, I simply read the Sunday Comics for a direction!

Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal– Zach Weinersmith Ampersand – Barry Deutsch       Schemantics – Michael Yu Khartoon! – Khalid Albaih Context Jesus and Mo The Other End – Neil Kohney Socks and Puppets – David Birch Small Moments – Steve Wallet Purchase the new…

My optic presentation sizzles the retina; how far must I go to gain respect? Um, well, it’s kind of simple, just remain your own and you’ll read the Sunday Comics enjoyed on the throne.

I need my conscience to keep watch over me – to protect me from myself – so I can wear honesty like a crown on my head when I read all of the Sunday Comics.