Wednesday, February 25, 2015
When can an extremist seat a logical instinct? An arithmetic digs a trade wisdom an enemy invokes a doubt beside a loud struggle. The boiling pressure multiplies the tragedy into the inheriting autumn. The pacifier dusts a student. Can a resemblance mutter?
The backspace pants! The stirring winter listens. The digest dips the semantic radical. A going sentient counts before the waving sexist -- does the front mailbox riot behind the pub?
How does the trailing clique punt near a glue?
I was dreaming of something or other before I woke up. I can't remember what it was. It probably was bad. I still want to build my tiny hotel, where all the rooms are smaller than normal, to make people feel huge. All I have to do is find the right partner for it, and we'll break ground. Whenever I feel blue, the idea of running a tiny hotel helps me make it through. CM Evans Cartoons
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Be that as it may, we cannot get any more bee bark or crumbled chrome. The taskers have gone out and will not be returning for 5 Gompopo -- and this means being well and remembering who brought us here. And this was by no rocket-Christ, or supernatural bunny that made all possible. "Trace the lines of power cables to the source and verify they are plugged in...", as Electric Grandpas said with their glowing halos. What more do you want? You have tape, it is sticky. Or as the Boogaloo said once, "Boogaloo! Boogaloo! Boogaloo!"
CM Evans Cartoons
Thursday, February 12, 2015
CM Evans Cartoons
Wednesday, February 04, 2015
after reading a few poems by
our life is funny and a bit crazy
like a record (three little pigs)
being played in another room
on the wrong setting, too fast
which in fact is happening right now
& makes me laugh