Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Oh, William. How melancholy. I LOVE it. Short enough to memorize :) And all day I will wonder of the fate of that raccoon. Noble to sit in the mourning there...but it will be the raccoon I mourn next, but the train will not attend. Long gone.
Indeed, I feel sorry for them both. Let’s remember them as they were when they were young....
No!!! wait!! don't jump!! I mean do jump!!! I mean!!! arrhhh!!!...
Drat! Derailed again.
Don't you think you meant Splat! ? ;)
so melancholic, but isn´t sometimes necessary to leave the life, the soul, the heart to feel that way, a little bit of sorrow, of bitterness, it is always necessary to have the black in order for the white to exist,a life with contrast, but it is a shame as well, when the black is the only one who rules and never allow the white to come back. .
So true, Alberto. And sometimes the light and dark come and go like seasons.Cassie: or, in the words of Major Hoople, “Fap!”
Major Hoople... I had to google that one, but I have now been sufficiently indoctrinated and I shall henceforth say "awp" as often as possible. I liked this quote about the inspiration for the strip: "The General was one of those men who always put up a $10 front with a dime in their pockets...". I've known a few men like that -- in old men endearing, in young men, frustrating.
Egad! I knew I was dating myself — which isn’t easy to do with only a dime in my pocket. I mean, where can I take myself for a measly ten cents? Oh, if gum balls and sidewalk scales were still only a penny — then we’d both have fun. As it is, every time I call, I refuse to answer the phone.
Evidently he misplaced his tracking device.
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