We were at a policy meeting, they were planning new Sunday Comics — I didn’t want to rock your boat but you sent this dangerous note. You’ve been letting your feelings show; are you safe, Miss Gradenko?
I kissed America when she was fleecing me. She knows I understand Sunday Comics are free. And I miss America and sometimes she does too, and sometimes I think of her when she is fucking you. I love America, yo siempre he confiado en ti. I love America, ¿Por qué me tratas así?
Green grass grows around the backyard shithouse and that is where the Sunday Comics bloom. We are flowers growin’ in God’s garden, and that is why he spreads the shit around.
In this tale by Jimmy R Coleman we learn of relationship between the KKK and poison oak.
Sunday, why you’re so complicated for me, twilight? Waiting on the planet to turn to me, dark side…If loving you’s a felony now, then I’m a renegade, riding, trying to read the Comics ain’t easy ’til you dive in swimming pools.
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