Some days you are Wily Coyote.
Making plans, making contraptions, scheming - so hungry, on the chase.
Some days you are Road Runner.
Beeping. Flying. Leaving all comers in the dust.
Coyote days usually go wrong. Anvils on the head. Tumbling off cliffs.
Road Runner days are all about smiling. Speeding down the road. One step ahead of death.
Faux Fu
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- Bottle the Sound
- Zen Thing
- Know Nothings
- A New Egg
- A Lot of Ears
- Tiger in Sex Rehab!
- Hell Hound on My Trail
- The Why Not Universe
- The Ghost of Lombardi
- Stuck on the Cross of Contradiction
- The Ghost of RFK
- Relentlessness of the Wheel
- Free to Build Our Own
- Another Stray
- Rolling Thunder Revue Redux?
- Music For Sale!
- Schlepping
- Rubes, Swindled and Marks
- Fire-Eater
- Gilliam's Imaginarium
- Universe - DIY
- The Kid is In!
- FDR Beyond the Grave...
- Oscar Wilde - Pop Star
- Spider-like
- Stuck in the Middle with Oscar
- Can't Beat the Table of Meat
- A Cartoon Existence
- Ashes of American Flags
- Black Forest Space - A really cool living room
- "I ain't gonna be your dog." - Howling Wolf
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