This here's Chicago on a nice day- where are all the people? It was a workday, but still... Usually there's at least some people. No one here:
I don't know what to make of this:
illustration by Jim Woodring , who has dreams
about these things, before they are born:
It's all somewhat disturbing.
And then there's these:
and this:
this,
finally, from the distant past:
I don't enjoy having non-intimate persons rub my shiny scalp. Just 'cos I'm bald doesn't mean you get to rub my head. If I like you, it's ok, but my friends never really want to rub my head.
This must be how visibly pregnant mothers feel when casual pals/ strangers grant themselves belly-touch privileges . Note to man-children: Ask First . If the mom-to-be wants you to feel the baby, she will ask you to.
Finally, 80 seconds of punk rock, courtesy of Polite Society.
1 comment:
I just did.That's very rude, yet strangely common behavior. Perhaps I'm old-fashioned, but aren't you supposed to wait until the adult says something like ,"these are my kids-this is Odium, and this one is Tedium...", before you start making friends with other peoples kids?
Your letters get published because you write very well, not because of a dearth of material.
The baldy thing? I'm short ,ugly, balding and fat- generally ignored by women.I re-shaved my head and suddenly women adore me. I pity the fool who messes with comb-overs and Rogaine.
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