The Seattle Star

Once again, there are no humans who’ve escaped from a country outside the local deli. Not one soul loses their identity! Not one drop have I written! We’re always the people of the other — basic closed dialogue, grumpened, in place of phage! Why don’t…

With the birds and the beach and the lake and the river You call and I come hither When it’s day off and sun shine and everyone’s kind and time is slow and you know it in the Sunday Comix – there is goodness in…

You viddy at the cheena, choodesny with the red rot libbilubbing litso-fitso. Devotchka watch her garbles Sunday with the Comics, split a ded from his deng deng. “Viddy viddy at the cheena! Girl loves me!”