Break out the dessert knives, Sons and Daughters of Glendale; the glue train is heading over the rise and the muffins are waiting to be carved. Many years ago it seems...
I was born in the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains in Southern California and enjoyed an exciting childhood full of poetry and paroniria among the snakes, rats and tarantulas of that enchanted realm. I eventually grew into an inquisitive bearlike man who has had three exciting careers; garbage collector, merry-go-round-operator and cartoonist. Some of my work is collected in THE BOOK OF JIM, THE FRANK BOOK and SEEING THINGS (all published by Fantagraphics) and in various toys, fabrics, prints and urban legends. Thank you for your interest.
5 Comments:
I'm no Freud,but that looks awfully phallic to me.
Seanosaurus
What's awful about Phalli?
I have a measuring tape that's a nose. It's my train ticket.
Honest.
sitting on the edge of forever, and the hamster is getting hungry
maybe some sliced muffins and tea would be nice?
Seanosaurus, you're not a Freudian, son. You're a latent homosexual.
The Flintstones in Purgatory.
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