you used to be tough

by roy dismas

based on a story by horace p sternwall

artistic supervisor: rhoda penmarq

road to nowhere, part 4

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cleopatra cleopatra cleopatra alexander julius caesar machiavelli machiavelli leonardo montaigne michaelangelo julius ii caravaggio whitey paced the floor of the doc’s library, waiting for danny and the boys john ruskin john ruskin h g wells edward teller edward teller klaus fuchs klaus fuchs roy cohn the rosembergs our guys are pretty good too, i think they can build a better bomb than the americans walter winchell walter winchell ed sullivan j edgar hoover j edgar hoover j edgar hoover elvis presley elvis presley little richard khruschev malenkov beria the american bomb works, so build the american bomb little richard fats domino jerry lee lewis frank sinatra frank sinatra frank sinatra it’s getting late elvis presley elvis presley patti page how can you listen to that crap put on some frank sinatra snowstorm snowstorm roadblock edward teller edward teller buffalo new york veronica lake veronica lake veronica lake i’ve been waiting a long time for this moment laird cregar laird cregar lawrence tierney jayne mansfield jayne mansfield watertown new york shindig shindig shindig sonny and cher sonny and cher ed sullivan dick clark dick clark see the u s a in your chevrolet snowstorm snowstorm roadblock part 5

bird out

organ master

the conspirators

by anonymous

illustrations by pete palomine

all he wanted was to be free but it was not meant to be the conspirators were everywhere dividing up his hard earned share every eye avoided him except fortune’s, which was grim at no party was he guest and he never was well dressed into each life some rain must fall justice laughs in marble halls kaleidoscopic leprechauns dance along green silent lawns many dream, but few awake no one waits beside the lake omnipotent philosophers pile stones outside the universe reprehension quickly fails to resurrect the sophists’ tales savage moms bake apple pies underneath tornadoed skies do you understand me yet? vanilla is the safest bet whenever living creatures meet they expect a tasty treat yeti waits outside the door zero is the final score all his dreams have turned to powder the brontosaurus whispers louder

Jonah