The Seattle Star

We know of an ancient radiation that haunts dismembered constellations, a faintly glimmering radio station. While Frank Sinatra sings “Sunday Comics,” the flies and spiders get along together…cobwebs fall on an old skipping record.

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.

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.

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!