Sunday, June 11, 2006

TELL YOUR GRANNY I NEVER MEANT TO KILL HER


Sunday. I groant again, rose and stumbled. How can a man sprain his foot while he is in bed asleep? No, said my wife. It is a new infirmity. It means the kick is gone.

8 Comments:

Blogger Cie Cheesemeister said...

I was just commenting on some of your other work and this one popped up when I came back. Feels like being Alice in Wonderland gone to hell!
Really perfect, considering that this is often what it's like to live in my head.
Why oh why couldn't I have a modicum of your talent so I could express what goes on in my warped psyche?? I'm an ok writer but as far as visual expression, I suck.

12:39 AM  
Blogger Peter Matthes said...

Granny has seen better days.

9:07 AM  
Blogger jason white said...

whoa!!

2:51 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sometimes I think you could use a hug.

Seanosaurus

6:00 PM  
Blogger Aeron said...

It would be interesting to see Frank pass through a skeleton world where he and his pals become skeletons.

9:19 PM  
Blogger Argrow Images said...

PIECE OF ART ;-)

7:27 AM  
Blogger i am yoda's purple cousin said...

i do think a hug is in order. is that felix the cat?
i just might be given nightmares by this whole creepy yet honest site.

8:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

d'ere go the frankster, asking for more please.

9:37 PM  

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