When French Became Cool

Consider this Galaxy

Here We Go, Off Into Space

"The little yellow volsung blasted off, piercing through the planet's atmosphere with a muffled roar.

The Galactic Detectives, the emotion of surprise awkwardly wrinkled on their serious faces, craned their necks upward towards the sky.

They watched the yellow volsung leave a cloudy trail."

Dear Birds and Fish.

Hello, birds and fish. I see you twitch and linger, your tiny existence suffice of a breath or two in this long length of time called history. You close your eyes like slow yawns. Do you ever wonder? If you have, are you sad?

A Thousand Miles Above Our Heads

Summer Comic Continuation

Signs of a Good Day

Atlantic City's boardwalk population: