It's a BLUE DAY without you, Baby. One can't help getting romantic, strolling down heart-brake lane, at times like this. We have a few Elements Of Surprise for you on this Hallowed Day - a few twisted faces, some Slippery Green Symbols and some Penguins who love to Kiss Skunks. It's all in a day's Introspection On The Tracks.  It's a tough job, but we love the Men Who Do It.  The men in Soiled Blue Cover-Alls.  The men in Yellow Plastic Hard-Hats.  The Men in Red Fluorescent Vests. They're the ones who keep things Runnin' On Time, know what I mean?

... And then of course, we have our usual pointy-fish crocodile pieces like the Great White Shark and Test's testicle above left.  Nothin' to write home about, but then, as always, it adds Luster to the Old Red Metal Carpet.

One little Burp in the Puzzle of Normality is this very Sweet cave-drawing on the right.  We don't know what his Credibility is, but it has just jumped up 5 points.  It is a Face, the face of an Incredible, Thinking Hulk, caught in the Quicksand of Psyche delia.  There is no way out, except Laughter.

The Medicine Of Our Time.

It takes a Thinker to Know One.

This man is clearly lost in the reveries of the "now".  His usual worries are commonplace: jobs, wives, money, cars, self-esteem, potato chips.  Things like that. 

The fragments of the Moment temporarily and permanently have dislodged his Assemblage Point from the dwelling on the Mundane and have sent him into "Pussy Heaven" - the place where all men go when they need Spiritual Upliftment.

AVERY - ("Avery"? - Is that the same one who makes those stick labels that office workers buy in packages for their dot-matrix printers?  Are we in a Time Warp here, dear Husbands & Wives?)

Well, we're almost homeward-bound now.

This piece is kind of cute. We don't know what it means, any more than the guy that drew it, but the Sky Blue is quite refreshing. We're exploring the edge of creativity here, noting that boys prefer blue to pink.

Alien Fr8 poses a convincing picture of what his grade three teacher looked like before he was forced to get those horn-rimmed glasses that brought him to the top of the Math Class.

It's all in a Day's work, they say.

The last 3 pieces were quite striking - especially the color.  Unfortunately, I was caught in a crack between 2 trains with a 1-Megapixel CrapCam and this is what you get!

"Almost Christmas" leaves us with the Promise of Good Things To Come.

And, of course, "Summer's Around The Bend..."

Love & Freedom.  Just around the corner.  Over the hill.  Greener Grass.  Bigger Buddies.  Giga Tits.  Mother, Love & Ambition, rolled into a cigarette that even you can afford, oh Wayward Dreamer.

Has your dream come true?

Well Kidz, I hate to say this, but your time is up.  Your Phone is Dead, your Mother is calling.  Your Dream is in the Mail.  Would you care to coast down-hill, while we prepare PART TWO of FEB.13.04 in our fabulous Dinner Compartment of the SEZ1 Technicolor Dreem Factory?

Unfortunately, you have no choice!