You may be a lady but you are still the man!
Lynda BarryTags: power
He's picked clean! Eaten by cats!
Lynda BarryTags: whatever-happened-to
The radio was on and that was the first time I heard that song, the one I hate. Whenever I hear it all I can think of is that very day riding in the front seat with Lucy leaning against me and the smell of Juicy Fruit making me want to throw up. How can a song do that? Be like a net that catches a whole entire day, even a day whose guts you hate? You hear it and all of a sudden everything comes hanging back in front of you, all tangled up in that music.
Lynda BarryLove is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.
Lynda BarryBut when the thing that is scaring you is already Jesus, who are you supposed to pray to?
Lynda BarryTwinkle Twinkle little star.
You are nothing.
You've been dead for a thousand years.
You keep seeing your picture on posters that you are missing but you're not. That'd be weird, right? Or say you look down at the sidewalk and earthworms are spelling your name. Or you open a peanut bag and the 'hello' is written in your writing on the inside of the shell. Would that weird ya?
Lynda BarryFlies die in so many lonely places.
-Roberta Rohbeson
Mr. Harmong is the cheapest chinztiest most pig-lipped tightwad skanked-out lardo king landlord of all time.
Lynda BarryIf it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.If you say "No! I don't want it right now," that's when you'll get it for sure. Love will make a way out of no way. Love is an exploding cigar which we willingly smoke.
Lynda BarryTags: love
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