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.

12 Comments:

Blogger 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 The Fist said...

I think that what a man does in the privacy of his own home should not be the subject of a piece of art for the rest of the world to gawk at. Kittens are soft all over.

1:54 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 The Yacht Broker said...

PIECE OF ART ;-)

7:27 AM  
Blogger *blonde bond* 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  
Blogger Queen Torn-Jeans said...

Oh my. I like it.

10:33 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

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

9:37 PM  
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7:27 PM  
Anonymous Five Point Capitol said...

I think that what a man does in the privacy of his own home should not be the subject of a piece of art for the rest of the world to gawk at.

1:14 AM  

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